“Gimmie one too.” Shigaraki spoke, sitting down in his normal bar stool (that he didn't let anyone else sit in) and looking at Dabi, who was pouring himself a beer. It was late at night and Dabi assumed he'd woken from a nightmare — he'd been having them a lot recently. He was correct.
“Wow, I didn't think you could drink.” Of course he was teasing, Shigaraki didn't usually drink, but it was getting a little more frequent with recent events.
“Shut up.” Tomura murmured, tapping his finger on the bar. He knew Dabi hated that sound, fingernails against anything ground his gears. And Tomura knew this, he just didn't really care. He was in a bad mood — and Dabi did the same thing on practically a daily basis.
It also got hin a full glass sooner. He took a few gulps and gave a sigh. The first taste was always bitter.
“What's on your ass.” Dabi asked, both to be making conversation and because he knew Tomura wanted to rant for a while.
Knowing him, it'd probably be either Deku- Small Might or All Might — even if he was out of the picture now.
“Us and Toga's obsession with it.”
Now that caught Dabi off guard. They'd both known for a while and had made a few moves, but Dabi didn't think anyone in the gang knew.
Foolish.
Toga always knew, of course she did, you couldn't keep anything to do with love away from her no matter what you tried.
And knowing her, she wouldnt try and keep it a secret to anyone else, so everyone would find out eventually. Whether they would believe it was the only salvation Tomura had. He didn't act any different and neither did Dabi, it wasn't like they suddenly started getting all lovey dovey. They obviously weren't obvious but it wasn't a surprise Himiko found out.
“‘Obsessed,’ ain't that a surprise.” Dabi took a sip of his own drink, grimacing a bit. They were out of his favorite and this one was bitter, but he wasn't going to go digging through cabinets.
“She's a brat,” Shigaraki hissed, resting his elbow on the counter and supporting his head with his fingers through his hair.
“Makin' assumptions then going all out with them..”
“I don't think it's an assumption if it's true.”
“It's not /that/ true.” Shigaraki lifted the glass to his chapped lips again, holding his pinky out and taking a swig. He put it back down on the counter, swallowed hard, then changed his mind and took the last sip.
Tomura slid it across the counter to Dabi, who caught it before it rolled off after it fell over by itself. “Whaddya mean 'not that true?'”
Tomura didn't have an answer.
“I think Toga's just annoyed you so you're denying it to more than just her.” Dabi snickered. “I don't see the reason.”
“Just gimmie another one.”
Dabi sighed snd gave Tomura his own glass, since he definetly wasn't going to drink it and he knew Shigaraki wouldn't care. “Last one.”
Tomura scoffed and muttered an insult, taking the cup in his hands. He was sloppy with his fingers, but was still careful.
He wouldn't really admit that it was strong, he didn't care.
“I'm having a feeling that it's not just Toga that's upsetting you.” Dabi said flatly, lowering his eyelids more than they already were lowered from being so heavy. He almost said it teasingly, but was trying to get an answer out of Tomura, since he knew how bad Tomura was at saying it without a prompt. An angry, bottled-up Tomura was not a good Tomura — no matter your relation to him.

“I..” Tomura sighed and tapped his nails against the glass, not with the intention of annoying Dabi anymore. It was a nervous habit.
He didn't finish his sentence, cutting himself off by connecting the glass to his mouth and tilting. He finished it off quickly and put it on the counter. “Just one more?”
“Fine.” Dabi obliged, poured about a quarter of the glass, then cut it half-way when Tomura objected to that amount.
Dabi was a little worried about how much he was drinking, alcohol poisoning was a thing of course, but he'd be in charge of that. He was sober enough.
“Everyone I love gets hurt.” Shigaraki blurted out in a sort of whine, and the taller of the two noticed there wasn't almost any in his glass anymore.
Dabi pressed, “Whaddyu mean?”
“My family, my master..”
He could fit the pieces together at this point. Tomura was an odd case of what trauma did to the human body and it was kind of fascinating, but Dabi wasn't going to make him sah it. “You're... Worried you're gonna loose me?” It wasn't the kind of question that he was surprised Tomura cared, he knew for a fact that was the truth, it was more asking if that was really what Tomura thought.
“Yeah..” He was itching his neck. “Either you're gonna leave, you're gonna get hurt, or I'm gonna hurt you..”
Dabi reached over the counter and took the smaller's wrist away from his neck, knowing he wouldnt stop even if he drew blood. “I can say with 90% certainty that I ain't gonna leave you.”
Tomura took his hand, looking down and not making eye contact.
Dabi was eyeing his hand but didn't mind much, because Tomura barely had a grip and two of his fingers weren't even close to touching.
It was amazing what just a few drinks could to to Tomura; he could hold his alcohol but he got drunk real fast. Even if this was kind of strong.
All caution in his movements was gone.
“Tasi,” Dabi said, and Tomura looked up. That was his nickname; the first and last letters from his alias' given and family names. Dabi came up with it. He thought it was cute. “Ya trust me, right?”
“Yeah..” Tomura wasn't making eye contact, he honestly hated to.
“Then you can calm down. I'm not gonna leave.”
“Promise?”
God, puppy dog eyes. He probably wasn't even trying to.
Dabi gave him a small kiss, which was originally supposed to be a peck, but Tomura kissed back and he couldn't pull away then.
Tomura could have pulled him over the counter if he wanted, and he probably tried to, but Dabi did pull away, muttering an “You taste like beer” before nodding. “I promise.”

Shigaraki wouldnt let him go, though, and Dabi had to duck a bit.
“Holdon, I'm coming around. You know Kurogiri's gonna be mad if I mess up his bar.” Dabi joked, hearing Tomura whine.
“C'mon.” he walked around and opened his arms, letting Shigaraki wrap his arms around his back.
Dabi hoisted him up with little trouble. Tomura seemed to get ligter every time he had to pull/carry him.
Shigaraki kind of wanted another glass, and also wanted to cuddle, so he kind of reached for the glass without saying much.
Dabi just shook his head, “You're going to bed.”
“Noooo”
Dabi snickered and startee to Tomura's room, keeping him supported.
He maneuvered around the absolute mess in Tomura's room, then laid him on the bed. He didn't let go. “Dabiiiiii....”
“C'mon, Tomrua-”
“Don't goooo”
Dabi sighed, knowing Tomura wouldnt let him go even once he did fall asleep. He crawled into the bed and laid down, at least cherishing the cuddles.
He wondered if this was what Tomura would have been like if nothing in his childhood happened. Or maybe if he was adopted into a good family that could have taken care of his mental illness and trauma. Or maybe he's so cuddly because of the lack of all of it.
Dabi wondered a lot.