I (Love) hate you [Shigadabi]

Scolding

Shigaraki [POV]

I knew the doorknob was a pile of dust on the floor.  I knew Kurogiri was mad about it.  I knew Dabi was suspicious of me.  I knew it hurt but that's what I wanted.  I sat on my bed nervously scratching at my neck ignoring the dried blood from last night.  It was only a matter of time before Kurogiri warped into the room to scold me like he usually did.  At this point I didn't even know why I felt this way, before it was easy to know, a failed mission, something like that.  Though now I didn't even know why this was happening.  I stared at the gun on my floor, I had thrown it yesterday, it wasn't even loaded.  I trembled I smelled like smoke.  The smell was nauseating giving me a headache.

"Tomura you can't keep disintegrating the doorknob whenever you're angry there's a lock on it for a reason" Kurogiri scolded warping into the room.  I wasn't in the mood for this

"I don't care" I snapped

"That's going to get infected if you keep scratching at it" He walked over to me

Kurogiri [POV]

He hasn't been eating, that was apparent he was thinner than before.  I could still smell the smoke coming off of him.  His red eyes glowed from behind his shaggy blue hair

"You haven't been eating" I pointed out but he didn't respond

"Why  are you doing this to yourself?" I asked sitting down on the edge of the bed

"I'm not doing anything to myself" He insisted

"Tomura I know you're not stupid you know what I mean" he closed his eyes thinking for a moment

"I'm really not doing anything to myself, I have been eating everything's just been......, stressful here lately" Most of what he said was a lie, it was easy to tell when he was lying but he was honest about being stressed out

"You're stressed out?"

"That's a way to put it" his voice was dull, monotone.  It mostly was but this time it was different there was something else to it.  No, there was nothing else in it, that was what was unsettling

Dabi [POV]

I got up going to the bar.  I was thirsty again, I don't know why I don't usually get this thirsty this much.  Toga was sitting on the couch watching the news

"Where did Kurogiri go?" I asked her

"He went to talk to Shigaraki probably to scold him" She smiled at me psychotically.  That was my cue to end the conversation.  I poured a glass of water sitting on a bar stool looking at the news.  A few simple villain attacks and what not, nothing of interest to me.  I stood up starting to walk away but when I went past Shigaraki's door I heard voices arguing, probably Shigaraki and Kurogiri.  I decided not to snoop, I've learned what curiosity get me: A gun to the back of the head and being framed for burning someone.  I shook my head opening the door to my room.  It was dark the only thing illuminating the room was the light creeping in from the hallway leaving a trail of yellowish light that snaked over the bed onto the wall as I opened the door.  A figure sat on my bed.  My heart skipped a beat as I flicked on the light but there was no one there

"Being here is making me go insane" I whispered to myself shaking my head.  I sat down on the floor rummaging under my bed.  I don't know what I was looking for.  I pulled out a book examining the blank leather cover.  I was about to put it back when a photograph fluttered out from between one of the papers.  It landed face down so the curiosity got the better of me.  I picked it up flipping it over.  My heart stopped seeing what the photo was.  It was of me when I was younger.  My spiky hair healthy and soft a bright crimson red color.  I didn't have any scars, my face was pale and soft the one thing, the one thing that I couldn't change about my old appearance was my blue eyes.  I don't remember who took this photo.  I didn't want to remember the past times.  Out of a fit of rage I burned the the photo crumbling the charred paper till it was just ashes.  I didn't bother getting on the bed I just laid down on the floor face down.