Every member of the League is present when the new heroic rankings are publicly announced. They need to keep track of their enemies, after all. Most of them are expected; they have not changed or their movement in the rankings was natural because of a factor of another. Endeavour is part of those heroes. After All Might was defeated, it is only natural for the former number two to become number one. Therefore, when it is announced as if it was some kind of big reveal, Tomura does not think much of it. He knows what he needs to know about Endeavour. Or so he thought because a cackle suddenly erupts behind him. He and the others turn around to find Dabi maniacally chuckling, his entire slender frame rocked by the strength of his laughter. His mouth opens wide, too wide for it to be comfortable.

Tomura immediately understands that something is very wrong. Because Dabi does not laugh like that, never. He snorts, chuckles darkly or sadistically cackles, but this kind of hysterical laughter is not part of his normal demeanour. Dabi is insane, they all are, but he is coherent. Cold, detached, cruel, a pure sociopath. He does not react like this, never. Why is he acting like this over something they all knew was coming? Because he knows something, he does not what, is starting to attack his lover's sanity, Tomura gets up slowly. He gestures at the other to get out, but they have all frozen where they stand. He cannot really blame them; Dabi is terrifying.

And then, as if the universe loved nothing more than proving Tomura wrong, everything goes worse in a second. Dabi suddenly erupts into scorching flames and, above the cracking sound of the roaring blue fire, Tomura hears Dabi screaming. An actual howl of pure pain, both mental and physical. The leader of the League of Villains instinctively puts his arms before his face to protect himself from the blazing flames, but he can still feel the charring heat on his skin. Tomura's jaws tense. He has to do something, anything. As he looks into the flames, he sees that Dabi has fallen on his knees, wide eyes staring at nothing, holding his head, pulling his hair, and seemingly muttering something.

"Dabi! Dabi you need to put out the flames!" Spinner calls out.

Tomura glares at him. Can't he see this is not going to work? Instead of chastising his man, though, he simply orders him to do some damage control. They cannot afford to lose anything of value. They do not have much to begin with, and Tomura knows Dabi would blame himself. Not that the black-haired villain would say it out loud. But Tomura knew how to read his lover's eyes. And what he can read right now is utter despair.

So Tomura does something stupid. Ignoring the others' instructions to stay back, because no one can survive 2,000°C flames – or hotter, he is not sure just how hot Dabi's fire could get –, he leaps through the flames, ignoring the fierce bite of the fire on his skin. He immediately grabs Dabi's face, but the other does not react, eyes still lost in an endless pit of horror, mumbling the same phrases again and again. His breathe is completely erratic.

"It was all for nothing, I was born for nothing, it was all for nothing, I was born for nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing…"

"Dabi, Dabi, look at me", Tomura pleads.

Yet, his lover does not react, keeps on mumbling 'nothing' again and again. The blue-haired villain does not know what to do. What is supposed to do? He shakes his shoulders a bit, calling his name, hoping to snap him back to reality. But it does not work, and Tomura feels panic starting to overwhelm him as well. What should he do? How can he help Dabi? He tries to gently untangle Dabi's hands from his hair, but his lover has a steel grip on his hair, tugging at them, almost drawing blood, covering his ears at the same time. The smell of burning flesh reaches Tomura's nose. Dabi is burning himself. He has to do something.

So, he does the first thing he has in mind. He kisses Dabi, pulling him against him. He feels the insanely tense body of his lover go completely slack, and when Tomura pulls back, Dabi has gone completely limp. His eyes are glossy, just like when he is completely high on cocaine or whatever they can find. Around them, Mag-nee has finally put the fire down, but Tomura does not care. He gently caresses his lover's face and cradles him against his body, whispers sweet nothing in his ear. Gentle words, loving words. Dabi and he are terrible with words and tend to act instead of talking, but this time Tomura will gladly make an exception if it means soothing his lover's pain and bringing him back from whatever mental pseudo-safe-place he locked himself into to escape the pain of seeing Endeavour becoming number one.

'Tell me what he did to you. Tell me, I'll bring him to you, I'll kill him for you, make him suffer and cry and beg. He'll loathe the day he was born, curse his parents from bringing him into this world', he thinks. He wants to tell Dabi all that, but not now, not here. Right now, Dabi needs reassurance, peace, anything that can make feel him better.

"Boss…", Mag-nee says shyly.

"We're not saying a thing about it. He'll talk when he wants to if he wants to. I don't want anything related to Endeavour anywhere near him unless we know for sure he's better. He's taking the time he needs to recover", he hears himself say.

"Of course." Mag-nee's voice is kind despite being the deepest of theirs all. It is probably because she is kind and loving with them. "Do you need any help to carry him?"

"No", he replies, lifting Dabi bridal style. His lover's head lolls back, and Mag-nee readjusts it against Tomura's torso. 'He's light. Why is he so light? He's my height, he should be heavier. God, why is he so light?' "I'm taking him to his bedroom. Get me some blankets and… and I don't know."

"Don't worry." Mag-nee again. What would they do without her? "I've seen and had my share of panic attacks. Never this bad, granted, but I know the basics. I'll get stuff that can help. Get him to bed in the meantime."

Tomura nods and walks to his lover's bedroom. Himiko comes with them to open doors and readjust Dabi's head should it loll back again. He feels dead in his arm, and if Tomura could not feel the regular rise-and-fall of Dabi's chest against his, he would feel like carrying a corpse, even more than he already is. When they reach Dabi's bedroom, Himiko quickly arranges the bed without a word, and Tomura tucks his lover in. He gently puts the blanket over him and takes his hand, caressing the healthy skin with his thumb. Himiko seems to hesitate for a second, but she leaves and closes the door behind her. Good. Tomura does not feel like arguing right now.

"You don't have to tell us anything, alright?", he says. "Anyone will listen if you need to, but you don't have to. You don't have to do anything. Lemme take care of you, okay?"

Dabi does not respond, and there is no light back in his eyes. Tomura wants to cry and beg him to come back, but he knows it is useless. Dabi needs time. A fucktone of time and Tomura will make sure he has it. He will decay anyone who tries to force him to do anything. He kisses the hand he holds, and there is a soft knock on the door. Mag-nee enters, all gentleness and softness. How she manages to look so utterly kind and non-threatening with her big muscular body is a complete mystery to Tomura. Dabi's eyes do not even react instinctively, and he keeps staring at the void.

"Here are some extra blankets, water, comfort food, and medical supplies. He may have caused himself some damages with those flames."

"Thanks, Mag-nee."

"Take good care of him, boss."

"Will do."

Mag-nee is gone, and Tomura gently caresses Dabi's face. Once again, there is no reaction.

"I'm going to check on your body, alright?"

Usually, Dabi would respond with some snarky comment like 'kinky' – although they never had sex or seen each other in anything less than underwear –, or something of the sort, but this time, Tomura's statement is met with silence. He removes the blanket, waits for a reaction. Nothing. Carefully, he grabs Dabi and makes him sit up. He has to hold him, or his lover would just fall right back on the mattress, but Tomura does not mind. He does not care; he will do what is necessary to ensure the black-haired safety and health. He gently removes the coat, then shirt, from Dabi's slender body. And oh god, is it bad. Dabi's body is thin, much more than it should be, and Tomura is pretty sure he can see all of his lover's bones.

He knows Dabi is far too scrawny for his own good, he has seen him shirtless but today, it horrifies him. He wants to make him eat, to make him gain weight. He used to think Dabi has it under control. But now, after seeing him in such a state, he is not so sure anymore, and he will make sure Dabi eats more and slows down drugs. Withdrawal is a bitch, but they will go through it together if that is what is needed – he definitely needs to slow down too. Plus, being crackheads was not the best course of action if they want to effectively destroy society.

Tomura carefully inspects Dabi's body. There are new burns on which he applies balm and carefully bandages, and the abused scalp has somehow miraculously survived all the pulling. When he looks at it, Tomura notices white roots. So, this is Dabi's natural hair colour? He has always known Dabi dyes his hair; he is not exactly hiding it, but he had never seen his real hair colour up until now. He wonders if he should try to dye them for Dabi. Would seeing his white hair make him freak out once more? He will have to keep him away from mirrors.

When the evening comes, Dabi has not moved yet. He has not talked, nothing. He looks like a corpse, and Tomura does not really know what to do. He tries to make him drink, but it does not work. Comfort food does not interest him either. Compress comes with two plates for them. It is duck yakitori, Dabi's favourite food. Tomura smiles a bit and thanks the older man who nods in silence and leaves.

"Look Dabi, it's yakitori, do you want some?", he asks, holding out one of the small skewers.

Survival instinct must have taken over because Dabi's mouth parts open, and Tomura almost jumps in joy. This is the first reaction he has gotten from his lover since he kissed him, and it was hours ago. He kneels on the bed and sits Dabi against the wall. He brings the skewer close enough for his lover to take a bit, examining his face. The hollow eyes follow the food, and the mouth is still open, but there is nothing else. Tomura pauses to think. Then, an idea comes. He removes a piece of duck from the skewer and the fat from the meat, not caring if he dirties his hands, and puts it in Dabi's mouth. His lover starts to chew, slowly, weakly. His eyes do not express anything, but Tomura wants to thank the deity who made this possible. He patiently feeds Dabi the duck yakitori because making him drink. Then, Tomura puts him back in the bed, underneath the soft blankets brought by Mag-nee, and lays down beside him.

This night, Tomura does not sleep. He watches over Dabi, whose comatose state turns into a nightmarish sleep. He trashes, his body jerks violently, he lets out screams of agony which break Tomura's heart. And he cannot do anything but hug Dabi and prevent him to hurt himself. Tomura wants to cry. He does not know how to end this, how to chase Dabi's nightmares.

An eternity later, Dabi calms down, slowly opens his eyes, and looks at him. Actually looks at something. Tomura feels like bursting out laughing, joy and relief running through his veins. He caresses Dabi's face, a dumb smile on his face. He wants to tell him about a million things, but only one makes it out of his mouth.

"I love you." Dabi's eyes widen a bit, and Tomura finds himself speaking more than he had planned. "You don't have to talk or tell me anything." His lover looks at him for a while, immobile, before nodding ever so slowly. "I don't know what he did, but I'll bring you his head if you want me to. I'm sure the others will be happy to help."

"He's mine" Dabi croaks out, and Tomura feels his eyes widen. He is talking. Dabi finally talks. "The Todorokis are all mine to kill."

"Okay."

"We got some snow left?"

Tomura nods. Withdrawal will have to wait; they definitely need that high after the horrendous night they both just had. Also, he has never tried cocaine after a sleepless night, it is bound to be a bit more entertaining than usual. But first, he wants to shower his lover with some affection. He leans down and kisses Dabi gently, moving on top of him. The black-haired villain moans in appreciation and rocks his hips against his. Morning sex is one of their favourites – after post-massacre and post-arson in Dabi's case – and Tomura is not about to say no after the night he just had.

It is not about him, though. Right now, it is all about Dabi, and Tomura feels like giving him the world. And he will. He and his allies will put the world to their knees and reshape it to their whim. Tomura will make sure that Dabi gets his vengeance on the Todorokis for what they did to him, no matter what it is – although he does have an idea –, he will make sure that he can dance on the ashes of the world, and they will lay waste to justice and society together. And have a shit ton of cocaine to celebrate that.

Tomura can not wait.