Unceremoniously throwing yourself onto your bed with enough force to make your bed-frame cry out in agony, aches begin to surface all around your body, just another perk of being a vigilante. Pinpricks settle into the nape of your neck, pressing themselves deeper into your bone tired skin in an attempt to make themselves known. Escaping from the police force became a troubling task the moment you increased the amount of your own patrols, sinking your teeth further into the underbelly of Japan in an effort to not only eradicate pests from the underworld but understand other people's troubles as well.
Life was not a two-way road that was as bold as black and white, left or right, as most people vaguely understood the concept: from their journey to travel into this world, there are those who are the most fortunate to be suckling onto a silver spoon from the emergency room, trust funds anchoring in the near distance to keep their entire future a breeze in an exotic ocean, while others are thrust into poverty and chained to their birthrights that spell nothing but stress and discontent from the classist society we live in.
Some fall smack dab into the middle of the two aforementioned extremes, dwindling not in numbers but the amount of those caught up to speed with how the system truly works to keep them enclosed, swiping away most, if not all information that could lead to a breadcrumb trail of their governmental deceit, white lies and corruption of power.
Bitterness swept from the back of your neck, tingling up your spine and bones, remembrance of how life can really fuck you in the ass. You were the farthest from complaining about your comfortable enough roof over your head, a satisfying amount of food stocked in the modern pantry, and a room to yourself within not the worst of neighborhoods. Sometimes dynamics are better left unseen and unexplored, as passerby cross your path in treks to school so do the loving families with caring personalities caring for their kin as if they were their lifeline, leaving a sour taste in the back of your mouth.
Never mind the countless number of times illusions drench your mind into dreamscapes, fulfilling the cracks within your being temporarily, for however sweet they are, they corrupt your expectations and stability evermore so. Life doesn't go the way nearly anyone realistically wants it to be, however tempting it may be to shatter your current life and escape to a utopia that might as well be a Trojan Horse in guise.
You supposed that was a major flaw of yours, continually scratching the bounds of your existence in the hopes of regaining any part of yourself anew or anything better than you have experienced or obtained for your well-being. Nails move back and forth, to and fro from their location on your scalp, the other hand grasping what was holding your mask together sturdily and unlocking its safety to let it drop into a clump on the floorboards. Heavy duty boots are tossed once their buckles are undone and along with it comes your prized jumpsuit, the various designs embroidered on it being lit up by the tiniest bit of moonlight shining through your blinds.
Thinking too much about things you would really rather compartmentalize once again, and beat into submission to forget mementos of the past, really takes the will out of you for the night. Thankfully, no signs of the allusive underground hero that happened to become a thorn in your side, no thanks to Detective Naomasa, you could sleep however more peacefully tonight. Curling up into your fleecy covers littered with adorable caricatures of kittens and comets, your knees come to lock into place comfortably at the top of your torso, your fetal position carrying your consciousness into a velvety coffin of slumber, bringing out on trays what you would irritably know as your unconscious self.
Coruscation flashes into the formerly static view thanks to your eyes being closed shut, a glance of blues entangling themselves within the arms of whites makes themselves known on the backdrop of black, your mind just beginning its bizarre picture show for you to ponder on breathlessly in the morn. Arms wrapped around your form cocoon around you, holding you into place and without having to tilt your head any further, the same striking purple burn marks held together loosely by silver are delivered to your optic nerve.
Shock reigns your mind, as your thoughts gallop without a care for your own decency and it quickly comes to be out of hand. You having a dream of Dabi holding you tightly against his skinny, yet somewhat built form, who would've thought? Far off in the recesses of your mind, the short-lived thought of you possibly having some sort of hormonal urge towards the man is quickly shaken off in a magnanimous flurry of emotions, cluttering the train of thought before it could add any more to it.
Your mind is having none of your refusal, despite your calls for it to 'Stop it, I'm not that horny, ok,' and you quickly find that your brain is really as much as a dick as Endeavor. Whispers are lustily drawn into your ears and tugs from canines that mark your ear lobe make their way to the nape of your neck, hickeys sucked and bite marks appearing into lovely shades of purples and reds. Another movement and the man's arms caress your lower body, travelling from curved hips and stopping for a break at your waistline, only for his tantalizingly azure irises to find their target on your upper body.
You're sure by now yelps are being unconsciously drawn from your lips by Dabi's incessant actions on your nipples, teasing you with suckles of the buds and flicks of breath to emphasize the air around them, further heightening the mood. Even it is just something that would not happen in real life, most likely is remarked nearly silently, you can't help but at least savor the pleasurable moment in the hopes of arriving at even bigger prospects within the dream. With a lifelike smirk that would bring patchwork skin up to crinkle at his eyes, he lowers his head, travelling further down to your genitalia. Closer in proximity, his breath is dancing on the boundary between your thighs and what's between them, causing you to moan gently and watch dream Dabi as he does his magic. His nose is burrowed into the folds of your skin beside one of your thighs, directly next to your privates and it's slowly driving you crazy.
A chuckle rings out vibrations through your skin, his pierced tongue slithering its way out of the caverns of the man's mouth, about to touch home base, and then your alarm grates on your nerves and swiftly chucks you out of the wet dream. I believe in miracle-e-es, from where you come, you se-e-xy thing, sings into your bedroom and makes you grab your phone and let it have a fun ride straight to your luxurious, wooden floor that has exotic dust bunnies waiting for it. You really want to curse whoever is up there once again, as the big man, woman, or whatever it is really loves fucking with you and enjoyment of life.
Groaning in disappointment, your hands stretch to the sky as you grumble out your displeasure to absolutely no one but yourself, joints cracking in succession and your spinal cord relaxed without any tension. Silence greets you and shakes your hands marvelously as your feet travel on autopilot towards the pantry to ransack whatever you can gobble up in less than 10 minutes, no sign of any parental figures in lieu of a note stuck to the counter. Picking up a browning banana and peeling it without a care for the world, you also track the lettering inscribed onto the cheap yellow sticky note saying that both of them are already off to work and wouldn't be home until late into the night.
Another sigh makes its way past your lips, bounding down to grab a plastic water bottle from the bottom of the pantry's floor, and then shutting the squeaky door. Ambling your way to school is about to be another part of the start of your day, however unwanted it was, it was part of your routine established by the state and thus, you couldn't refuse if you didn't want any further setbacks in your education. Thankfully, your uncanny ability to not really give a fuck helps you wake up easily and live day-by-day in the coming weeks, as you barely have friends within school that you could casually talk to about the weirdest shit.
Like why does Endeavor happen to be a massive raging dick for absolutely no reason, All Might is in tandem with a Gorilla creepily smiling at a poor kindergardener through the plexiglass of a zoo trip, why does everyone feel that happy about seeing his stupid plastered grin so often? That sort of regular, jabbing humor is what really makes your personality shine through to a small crowd of people and you humbly accept your position as someone who doesn't even try to be funny that often. Dressing yourself and grabbing your materials in order to make it through the school day, you shuffle your keys out of your pockets and lock the front door with a simple flourish of your hand.
The trip to school wasn't that bad, with wandering, chirping birds delightfully bouncing from tree branch to tree branch in the hopes of acquiring a lucky female friend, nothing but the rustling breeze meeting your ears and hair, and your own footsteps resounding from the concrete sidewalk. Not something you could complain about, or even nitpick as it was pretty much all you could ask for in the beginning of your day. After a dozen minutes pass by in the wake of your somewhat muffled footsteps, you finally reach the front gates of your Junior High and are pleased to find that it's practically empty for the time being.