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Tomura found himself in a bit of a conundrum lately. He didn’t understand his draw to his right-hand man for the longest time. Well more like two months give or take. There was just something he found so alluring about the scarred alpha. Is that it? Is he just into rude guys with dark hair and scars? No, of course not. Tomura isn’t even sure if he’s even had a ‘type’ before Dabi. That insufferable asshole. Always disobeying and testing his resolve not to just dust that walking corpse. The nerve of him. He’s nothing more than a subordinate meant to serve the needs of the league dammit!
Tomura began to scratch at his neck for the third time that day, agitation getting the better of him. “Another, Kurogiri.” He ordered the mist man cleaning behind the bar.
The league members had just dispersed after an impromptu meeting to tally the value of possible new recruits. And Dabi like usual managed to piss him off disagreeing with him at the end on member assignments. He seemed to be particular on who could do a job with Mustard or Toga. If Tomura didn’t know any better he’d say the Alpha had a soft spot for brats. And it didn’t help that in the midst of their disagreement his inner omega seemed to swoon at this. Protective Alpha. Good for pups. The hell was that about?
Tomura chugged the rest of his drink, slamming the glass on the countertop. “Ugh! This is no good, Kurogiri. I think my suppressant dosage is too low.” He concluded.
As if he’d ever consider having that asshole’s pups, or any pups at all for that matter. His secondary gender isn’t exactly a secret, it’s just not as easy to pick up on. While he’s thinner and more lithe than an Alpha he could easily just be confused as a malnourished beta guy. The suppressants mute his scent and it’s not all that sweet smelling to begin with, well not what he imagines Alpha’s looking for in an omega at least. His scent is powdery with an underlying hint of honeysuckle, overall pretty neutral unless he’s in heat or otherwise. And he’s not the prettiest like omega’s are expected to be. His skin is dry and his face is scared and he hates it, hates to look in the mirror, hates remembering the things All For One would tell him.
“You’ll always be overlooked. By heroes and Alpha’s alike.”
Any hope after his presentation was immediately squashed by Sensei. He hated heroes and he resented Alphas. He really is a poor excuse for an omega. He hadn’t even responded to what Kurogiri had said or noticed the man’s absence, too busy lost in his thoughts. He was feeling the urge to itch again with every growing second. Assuming Kurogiri would handle his dosage adjustment he decided to just call it a night and head to bed, the only members of the league that had bedrooms at the bar were Toga, Compress, Spinner and Dabi. Currently Compress and Spinner were out in Hosu to vet a few small organizations and Toga had become obsessed with the newest recruit, Magne, and decided to follow her around for the night. Dabi left earlier immediately after the meeting, Tomura hadn’t sent him to do anything tonight and had no clue when the pyro idiot would be back tonight if at all. He had a tendency to just disappear for a couple days at a time. Tomura never asked him about it knowing he wouldn’t get a real answer out of the Alpha, as long as he was around when the league required it was fine. So tonight it was just Tomura and Kurogiri, just like how it used to be. Although, he didn’t remember it feeling this lonely.
He turned his head to the sound of unmistakable heavy boots coming through the door. Noticing he was alone at the bar the Alpha gave him a lazy grin and noncommittal nod as he approached, seemingly having found his entertainment for the night.
“What are we drinking tonight, Boss?” Dabi asked cooly, taking Tomura’s glass off the counter for a sniff before reaching over to grab the abandoned bottle and pour another drink. “Hm. Never pegged you for the bourbon type.” He mocked, causing Tomura to scoff and stand, ready to make his exit.
It’s not unusual for the two of them to end up alone from time to time, and Tomura has long stopped feeling uncomfortable in the situation. But since he’s realized his attraction to the Alpha he’s wanted to keep more distance so as to not reveal something Dabi could use against him.
Before he could make his not-so-hasty escape he felt a grip on his wrist, he hadn’t realised he’d started scratching until it abruptly stopped. He turned to look at the Alpha as if he’d lost his mind. No one has dared to touch him so casually, especially not this prick. Dabi must really want to die tonight.
“You got bugs or is that some sort of nervous tic.” The Alpha asks after downing a drink from the same glass Tomura just used.
He barely registered what was said, entirely focused on the fact Dabi has not let go. “The fuck would I have to be nervous about? Let go before I kill you.” He ordered reaching for Dabi’s arm just as the man withdrew.
“Relax a little, creep.” He had the nerve to laugh, god Tomura wanted to smack that smirk right off his face. Maybe use all five fingers this time.
He initially figured Dabi was just drunk but he didn’t smell as heavily as alcohol as he does most nights. Maybe he’s high. He seems like the junky type, not to mention with the scars and staples everywhere how could he not be in constant pain.
Tomura wished he’d walked away right after Dabi let go. He wished he’d just stormed off and not stood there while Father’s hand was swiftly removed from his face. The sudden cold air on his exposed skin felt wrong. He felt sick. Goosebumps prickling up his arms in warning that he was in danger. He stood there for a full second mirroring the Alpha’s expression. All he heard next was him screaming bloody murder and the alpha’s near inaudible “fuck”, seemingly realizing what he just did, before he lunged. There was a scuffle, Dabi trying to keep Tomura’s hands away and Tomura very much trying to dust him. Kurogiri must’ve heard the commotion because one second Dabi was underneath him fending him off and the next he was swallowed by purple mist. The disappearance of his opponent didn’t quell the overwhelming rage as he quickly replaced Father’s hand on his face. He wasn’t done. “Where did you send him? Bring him back here now!” He yelled, turning on Kurogiri.
“I cannot allow you to harm those both you and All For One have deemed to be valuable allies. I do not know what transpired before my arrival but please attempt to calm yourself Shigaraki Tomura.” Kurogiri responded.
“Fuck you! I said bring him back!” He screeched, grabbing at anything in reach to dust. He was even angrier to be denied, not caring for how reasonable it sounded.
Kurogiri seemed intent on standing by as Tomura had his meltdown, running around the bar looking for Dabi. Thankfully the mist man had the right mind not to just warp the Alpha to his room. His rage lasted for about two hours before he decided to just close himself off in his room and let Kurogiri handle the aftermath. He was glad no other members had been around to witness such a display. Not that they haven’t seen him angry before but this was different, he’d never freaked out like that. He’d never felt like that before. He felt scared, violated, and betrayed in that moment. Why did Dabi have to go so far tonight? He was used to the Alpha messing with him just to get a reaction, or asking him to take off the hand and show him his face. But he never thought he’d be stupid enough to take matters into his own hand. Granted, Dabi looked just as surprised by his own actions as Tomura felt. That’s still besides the point, he crossed an unspoken line. He’d seen Tomura’s face. The ugliness that lay beneath protection. He didn’t want to cry over this. Cry because of Dabi. But he couldn’t help how small he felt right now, and he couldn’t fight the tears boiling over.
He must’ve cried himself to sleep at some point, because he was woken up around 3 in the morning to a knock at his door.
“Boss?” It was Dabi! But he sounded…sheepish?
Tomura didn’t have the energy to kill the bastard at the moment, he’d exerted too much energy earlier and he was just tired emotionally.
“Go away Dabi, I’ll kill you tomorrow just leave me alone.” He croaked out, his voice was rough from sleep.
He expected the Alpha to just leave him be as asked but Dabi wasn’t good at following orders. Did this fucker just walk in here? “What the fuck are you doing! Get out!”
Tomura was up on his feet now,stalking towards the man. He can’t allow such insolence to continue to go unchecked. Perhaps if he just maims the guy a little he’ll feel better.
“Shit. Will you just cool it, I’m trying to apologize and I have to do it now or I never will.” Dabi said, raising his hands in surrender, his words causing the omega to pause just steps away. The Alpha took that as a good sign and decided to continue. “Look, I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking back there, I just wanted to mess with you. It’s funny as shit watching you get all riled up.”
Tomura was on him now, both hands gripping the Alpha’s jacket, pinky’s up. Dabi only faltered in his mannerisms for a second. “Alright! I’m fucking sorry okay? I’m not trying to die and I really didn’t mean it. Curiosity just got the best of me.”
“Listen you patchwork freak, from here on out you stay the fuck away from me because I could always change my mind about not killing you. Your apology means shit to me.” Tomura stated seriously invading more of the Alpha’s personal space, honestly still considering just doing it now. The faint scent of smokey chestnut musk and clove ghosting his nostrils. He’s not even sure if Dabi took his words at face value, the guy seemed more interested in inspecting Tomura. Then he realized why, he must’ve removed the hand on his face before going to sleep. He was caught off guard by Dabi entering his room to have had time to put it on.
Fuck.
“Hey, were you crying or something?” Dabi asked, sounding honestly genuine.
Fuck!
Tomura let him go and turned around to stalk back to his bed. “Fuck off. Get out of my room already.” He wouldn’t give Dabi any more ammunition tonight. No fucking way.
The Alpha gave a noncommittal ‘tsk’ and started for the door before stopping again. “I know you prefer the whole creep aesthetic you have going with your weird dead hands, but what you’ve got underneath all that ain’t half bad boss.” Dabi sighed before opening the door.
Tomura couldn’t help the scoff that escaped him, “And what’s that supposed to mean?”, he asked, assuming Dabi was right back to his old ways. Shit, he might really have to kill him.
“Uh, I guess it means you’re pretty?” The Alpha seemed confused but not disingenuous. Tomura wasn’t sure what to do with that.
“Whatever. Fucking leave already.” He demanded, and the Alpha finally did. Tomura didn’t want to process all that had happened tonight. He’d definitely let that idiot off easy, if anyone else had pulled the shit he did tonight they’d be nothing more than dust. Dabi shouldn’t be an exception and he hated to think that maybe the reason he was stemmed beyond his usefulness to the cause.
He really had only one concern as he lay back down.
Is Dabi attracted to me?