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fires and curses 🚬 for "mightswitch"

[burnitblack]

[branched from here and here]


[should've been something he completely ignored. a one-time thing that flashed up in the proverbial pan and then vanished as soon as the fuel was gone. some stupid kid having a weird fling that involved calling random numbers to stave off loneliness. turned out, that wasn't the expanse of the conversation he had with itadori yūji. what should've been nothing turned into a curiosity that mixed both internal interest and preemptive warning.

between the kid's desire to protect veering close to the heroes' ideals dabi and the rest of the league despised, the vague notion of his ability to fight the villain over his protectorates as well as mention of a school he trained at wasn't something dabi's going to overlook. unfortunately, research into itadori failed to give him much information beyond the kid's grandfather and the lack of parents. there's no "school" listed that would host a fighter of sorts he could find enrolling him. which then led dabi to assume whatever institution the guy's going to is not on the grid.

it's not a hero school... it's something else. beyond the heroes and the villains, there's a third party getting their noses involved with something. behind the scenes, in another area, elsewhere removed, he doesn't know. while most of him assumes whatever itadori's a part of won't be interfering with them, he doesn't trust the hero types enough to let that be a comfort to count on. they can easily find an excuse to get entangled and dabi already knows what side itadori would throw his lot in with.

but whatever it is, it's covered well. so the only real thing to do is keep the contact with itadori open and see what might accidentally slip out. and as far as that offer went... well... dabi knows how to play people. it's easy enough. plus, it'll get him some free meals. and if shit ends up going into some weird territory, a lay. not going to lie, the meal is the main boon, but if sex comes around, he's not going to deny it.

having sent itadori the coordinates earlier, the villain hung back in the shadows. a lot of things had to be met for this place to be the selected spot, but he's fine with that. the park isn't overgrown or falling into disrepair or anything, but it's been abandoned enough no one really bothers with it or the few remaining buildings on the premises. two cabins, a shower/bathroom building, old gazebo, a shrine reclaimed by nature, it used to be a place people would come park their RVs and campers, but thanks to the underground gas leak a few years back, it never recovered its operations even after the problem was sealed.

dabi hasn't given itadori the exact location to meet. he'll find the kid in the park on his own terms and then lead him to where he wants to go. that said, he's been in contact.]

ya not gonna get in trouble bein out this late, are ya?

[not that he really cares.]

[mightswitch]

I'll be fine!

[ after all, sorcerers operate during the night. it was a lot easier to keep their activities within the rules of confidentiality when the streets are less populated; no one gets hurt in the process, and fewer questions to answer to. so, itadori is used to it. no one questioned where he's off to, and if they did, he'd tell them he's meeting with a new friend. which might not be the truth anymore, as he didn't understand how to label that man anymore.

he likes to believe this night will be different. while dabi had done his research with little success, itadori was lucky with his own. the infamous broadcast was the first hit he got as soon as he typed dabi's name, leading him straight to the video, and like the rest of the civilians, and the todoroki family, he was overwhelmed with everything. it was a lot to take in, yet it made perfect sense, matching every subtle hint dabi dropped during their first conversation and the depth of his scars. while the intention is to bring down Endeavor's creditability, exposing the hypocrisy of the hero society, itadori couldn't help but to feel— a burning displeasure by the end of it.

the question is: who is it directed at? he didn't know.

he finally reached the abandoned park, quick to acknowledge why dabi picked this location. dressed in a casual gray hoodie, black pants, and sneakers— he wasn't out to impress. the promised meal is not forgotten, as itadori would be seen holding into what appears to be a mid-sized lunch bag? yes, it screamed 'high schooler', but it kept all the containers neatly tucked in. no complaints are allowed.

that's when he pulled out his phone again, quickly typing- ]

I'm here.

[burnitblack]

[well he certainly shouldn't label him a "friend" right now. or ever. dabi won't ever be labeling anyone that term. friends only get in the way of a self-destructive goal. and speaking of that...

though he has no real evidence to this, itadori sounded more naive and inexperienced than stupid. meaning dabi has suspicion that as much as he's looking into the kid and researching him to find out what he's up to and who he is, there's a high chance itadori has done the exact same thing. and considering dabi's tell-all video condemning endeavor and the hero society by exposing several of their lies, abuses, and crimes, is widely available on the net and other media, it's impossible for itadori to miss it if he tries to research it. so he'll know all who dabi is, his real name, his family, some of the reason behind his scars, his goals, his opinions, so much of himself exposed in that video to the world.

should be interesting to see what he thinks out. both about dabi and the hero society. perhaps it'll make the kid look at whatever his own organization or area is and think about things more. any truths he's been blindly accepting, the images of the higher ranks in his world, whether or not he's actually thinking for himself or simply going along with a flow he has no true understanding of. if it strips him of some of that naivety and innocence, all the better.

but can he really still say he wants to be friends with a known mass murderer who has zero intention of stopping his villainy and every intention of murdering his own family members to torture and bring down his father? in that respect, dabi remains even more wary of itadori. after all, the kid said he'd get involved it meant protecting the people he cared for, and "all of society" is likely going to catch at least one of those in the proverbial shotgun blast.

he gets the text message and moves. walking around the rim of the water tower overlooking the park. turquoise eyes scan over the trees, around the perimeter of the abandoned area, searching for cars or bodies or any other potential sign of a trap, ambush, or double cross. seeing none, he retreats.

it'll be another several minutes before footsteps sound behind itadori to the side and dabi steps halfway into the moonlight, most of his upper half still covered in shadow from the trees.]

Didn't think ya'd show.

one last time 🚬 for "antiheat"

[burnitblack]

[when he sicced that madman on his family, he didn't know exactly who would end up being the target. it could've simply been some random civilians or crashed right into endeavor himself. but damn, seeing that freak capture natsuo? what a reaction! the look on endeavor's face, the fact the god damn monster faltered in his attack, was priceless. how far was that asshole going to go to pretend he'd changed? what a facade. and people were eating it up. including his own blasted family.

it was a shame the villain didn't off natsuo in front of endeavor... but it also bothered him that the freak would go after natsuo in the first place. and that little sliver of annoyance was more irritating than most of the rest of it. he had to wrestle with that during the night following.

but finally getting to talk to him again was a strange experience. the anger and frustration his brother spewed at him wasn't unexpected, but it surprised him he was so fucking upset over their family trash getting outed to the public. why didn't he want everyone to know endeavor was a shit person? why shouldn't their family get the revenge justice they fucking deserved? endeavor continued to stay at the top, basking in his spotlight he crushed so many people to get towards. didn't they hate seeing the man who abused, tormented, and abandoned them standing so high above everyone else's heads? with no one knowing who he'd sacrificed and what he did to achieve that ambition. he didn't get it...

maybe he'd find out. dabi had been surprised that natsuo accepted his tongue-in-cheek suggestion they meet up again. after all, there was no assurance he wouldn't kill his little brother. and yet, natsuo had tried to talk to him (or cuss dabi out being more like it), asking him why and saying he hated him. but still reached for him. just like shouto and fuyumi, he wasn't giving up. despite all the damage their father had done to them, every one of his little experiments, the three failures and the precious success, inherited endeavor's stubbornness.

the cold weather was bothersome enough, small breezes carrying the trash around his ankles every step dabi took in the alley. hands in his pockets, shoulders hunched forward, a dark specter wandering in the gutters of the world. far removed from the brilliantly-lit celebrating streets nearby, full of shops and cars. agreeing to meet with natsuo on the outskirts of his college was a cautious move, but a compromising one, not requiring his brother to go skulk out in an alley, but not requiring dabi to walk onto the campus.

standing in front of the car, dabi's eyes met the figure standing by the driver's door. it's not a surprise his little brother would keep an entire chunk of metal between himself and his villainous elder sibling. dabi stayed in the shadows, but a small flicker of blue flame lit up on his shoulder, illuminating half his face among the gloom.]

Hey. Look at what the years did to you...

[it's been almost ten years since he physically interacted with natsuo.]

All grown up.

[antiheat]

[it was irresponsible to be doing this. senseless, maybe. he really must be insane to be agreeing to this. yet, at the same time, perhaps it'd give him the closure he desperately needed. touya was no longer the same. just a shell of a broken, deranged man seeking out his own agenda.

before he meets in at their agreed location, natsuo tells himself to keep his emotions in check. this wasn't touya, he chants. just some villain. dabi. the guy who almost had him killed. not the same brother who would cry to him. natsuo hates how desperately he misses those moments, how he would give anything and everything just to go back and change things.

but that's ludicrous. no point in wishing on stars. at the very least, he was going to get a final word in, face to face with his oldest brother. there's a high chance of him dying, but dabi did promise to spare him so long as endeavor wasn't around to witness his death. deranged brat. well, he can promise he won't be bringing around their father. natsuo was still trying to avoid him. hell, he's been avoiding both their mom and fuyumi since he started communicating with dabi. he's positive they would stop him. but natsuo needed this, as absurd as that was.

funny enough, concerning death, natsuo can't say he really cares at the moment. most days now, it's like he's just sailing through them. it really took it's toll on his headspace upon hearing of his oldest brother's living status. speaking to him only made natsuo worst. yet, here he was, bundled up in a decent amount of clothes, hands shoved into his pockets. he's not entirely dressed up as warmly as most, but natsuo prefers the cold weather.

he waits impatiently at the edge of his college campus, dull eyes focused on the mouth of the alley. safely he stands by the car, not at all willing to meet the devil up close and personal just yet. he doesn't hear when dabi shows up, not until the flicking of blue flames light up, just enough on his brother's shoulder. in reaction, natsuo tenses up. he can't see dabi that well, but the light helps to show at least half his features. and his shorter height, compared to natsuo.]

And you, shorter than I expected.

[was shouto taller? they're pretty similar, but natsuo couldn't exactly tell. touya was still decently hidden away. and natsuo had no plans to become intimate with that blue fire.]

Shouldn't a hero be able to pick you up with one hand and lock you away?

[burnitblack]

[conversely, he gets to look one second after another at the man natsuo had become. grown taller than him, filled out with muscle, but having swallowed the pain and suffering from his past, pretending it could simply go away if he didn't pay any attention to it. that's another kind of insanity, isn't it.

you know, he told himself natsuo was nothing more than another playing piece. a bargaining chip to get endeavor to do something or a spear to drive through his father's chest and watch him bleed out under the suffering pain. he no longer was the natsuo he knew from his past, no longer the boy he cried to and held to for comfort. that person had grown tired of him and abandoned him like everyone else.

but now that he's here, watching his brother from the shadows of the alley... the memories come back. he hates them for coming back and he does his damnest to swallow them down, but they remain all the same. in that moment, he can feel natsuo's shoulder under his hand, shaking him a little to get him to wake up so he could talk to him. he hates his little brother... and his little brother hates him. nothing's changed.

dabi wants to kill him right now, but he knows he won't. endeavor needs to see.

but... his eyes take in the little details whether he wants them to or not. the small pair of bangs on natsuo's forehead, the way he's not bundled up as much as others would be because he likes the cold, his eyes trying to see more of him in the gloom of they alley. there's no point in hiding himself; natsuo saw the damage endeavor drove dabi's body to endure. the world saw it.]

Shut up.

[is that a hint of annoyance in his voice? no one else could tell, but natsuo could. he's the one closest to touya after all. it's annoying that he'd always been the runt, thanks to their damn mother cursing him with her weak body. even shouto's caught up to dabi in height and would only get taller.

but of course his little brother has to pick at that and the eldest todoroki sibling steps from the shadows. walking out into the cold air and dismissing the flame as the faint light catches him from the parking lot. walking towards natsuo, hands in his pocket and webbed coattails swaying behind him.]

A pile of ash can't do shit to me. [he meets his brother's eyes.] Ya wanna see me locked away, Natsuo?

every you every me 🚬 for "redfeathers"

[burnitblack]

Quirks. A rare happening and unique mystery in individuals that came into being around the age of four to six for those "lucky" enough to develop those superpowers. Some awe-inspiring and others relatively pathetic. Of the Quirks on record in Japan, only about 10% of the population had developed these powers. Many served as heroes or villains, kept monitored by the government and approved "handlers" with stronger Quirks, though all of them served the nation itself as part of their law and militia at home and abroad.

There was little choice when it came to Quirk users and their own lives. They could register and be protected, albeit trading their freedom for a life of "use" that would pay the bills and see them relatively "safe" in their work. Or they could try to go about their lives unregistered and likely get hunted down and conscripted into the government's Quirk program. It wouldn't do for normal society to have uncontrolled Quirk users running around in their midst. Most, however, developed in their youth and were given up to the government for their use. in turn, the family was provided for by the government and the Quirk-user's own supplemental pay. It lead to most parents making that trade, some to better their own lives, and others to better their children's lives rather than run the risk of their Quirk child trying to skulk under the radar.

The Todoroki family was one of the strongest and wealthiest. After all, Endeavor himself had a powerful Quirk and served as the No. 2 hero in the nation, made even more impressive by the Todoroki's general family affluence. So imagine the fanfare of Enji when his own first-born son developed a fire-based Quirk. Two Quirks in the same family, split apart by a single generation, was exceptionally rare. Endeavor had wasted no time in "trading" his child to the government, enrolling Touya in the same Quirk program he had been a part of. The towering building in the center of the city's sprawling Quirk complex was impossible to miss.

He didn't want to go. He didn't want to be torn from his mother's grip and dragged off by his father to go to a place that loomed frightening and cold in front of him. Didn't want his life to be chosen for him by someone he didn't know. But that's what he was supposed to do; Endeavor told him so. His father was the one to shut up his crying, his father was the one to tell him his Quirk was promising a brilliant future, his father was the one to hand him over to the scientists and leave him with the final words to "make me proud" as the doors shut behind him. On the one hand, terror of the unknown shackles. On the other, determination to make his father proud of him. A strange place with a bunch of kids he didn't know, ages ranging from 4 to 6. And a group of scientists who promised to help him reach the heights of his Quirk's power.

But first... a codename for Touya Todoroki: Dabi.

And the tests began.

flies in here finally!!

[redfeathers]

When his father is arrested, Keigo knows what little he and his mother had when his father was around is gone. They have nothing now and his mother is desperate. He can't find it in himself to give into her pleas to do things his father did - to steal or worse. So when he saves a group of people from that tragic accident, salvation comes in the form of suited men and a large red-headed man seeking to take him in for their "Quirk Program". There's a strange sensation in his wings, maybe a warning, but Keigo makes a choice; he'll join their program in exchange for care of both him and his mother.

His mother doesn't even bat an eye at the sight of her only son being herded away, and the feeling in his wings never quite disappears. Realization finally comes when he's brought to the building, his new "home". The unusual sensation had been a warning that he'd traded a life on the streets for a new prison. But, he tells himself as he's ushered away, at least his mother will be taken care of.

There are other kids here, and that's a strange sight for someone used to being locked away only seeing his parents. The room he's given is small, filled with a pair of beds and a few other small pieces of furniture. There's only a brief explanation of the following day and the start of some mysterious tests. And then he's left alone with a new name - codename Hawks.

Hawks doesn't find the tests too bad. It's a relief to be able to use his wings and his quirk finally, but he can hear the screams sometimes. He sees the bandages the others wear when they come back from tests, can hear the whimpers of pain as they're left alone. He knows it's only a matter of time until he's just like them, but he doesn't linger on that thought. He's just reminded of his mother, of care she finally has.

He returns to his room after a long day of testing his quirk and his senses, and he finds himself curling up under his bed to soothe the headache he has from the constant lights and noises of the test. But when he wakes, it's to the sound of the door opening and a pair of the staff bringing in another boy. They discard him on the bed, and Hawks flinches at the sound of his body hitting the mattress. It all feels too loud, but he doesn't say anything. Only watches from his space.

When the door closes, he slides quietly out from under the bed. He crosses the distance to the other bed, wincing at the feet he can feel radiating off of the other. Slowly, he reaches out, quietly setting a small, flaming doll on the edge of the mattress. "Here," he greets softly, and then there's the soft tap of feet as he walks away, grabbing another blanket from a small dresser before returning to the bed. "We have more blankets, too." The smile he offers is bright despite a slight tremble in his hands and the way the golden eyes water under the light of the room.

welcome to the mad house

[burnitblack]

the number of kids here is strange to see for him as well. after spending his entire life locked away inside the todoroki estate until his quirk showed up, dabi had never seen, much less interacted, with other kids before. he saw his room once before getting hauled off to the unknown for testing. testing he had no idea about, but knew would somehow measure his strength and make his father proud. somehow...

the first tests go alright. it's quickly found out that dabi's not much of a physical fighter. his body's weaker than what's expected of a hero and it's predicted his strength's far more wire than cable. something that brings disappointment to endeavor when it's revealed dabi's gained his mother's frailer genes instead of his father's strapping brawn. didn't stop them from forcing him to endure the strength training and testing his reflexes. which usually meant getting beaten up by his opponent while his father watched. and occasionally joined in to "test" his son's mettle. thinking his presence would be a better incentive.

kind of was.

quirk training was far better though and dabi was grateful to prove his strength as soon as the fires began to come. not fast enough for endeavor, but enough the man was satisfied with the show. he quickly learned to channel his efforts into his quirk instead of his physical martial prowess. weaker scrappy fighter with a strong quirk. that was their predictions after the tests. even as he spit blood or nursed a bruise, at least he had his quirk to back up the rest of his disappointment. still hurt though...

especially when they beat him senseless. like today.

he's barely conscious, the pain of training and exertion to defend himself leaving him semi-conscious and unable to decide if it hurts or if it's numb. his body lands on the mattress and dabi feels like trash being thrown out. can't move. feels like he's gonna throw up. again. his muscles burn, his skin chafes, and his bones ache. bruised all over. but his quirk won't shut up. it's raging inside him from the exhausted force it'd been driven out of him and he swears he knows how an oven feels like.

somewhere in all that mess, there's a voice and he manages to tug his head around, finding himself looking through his one open eye at a kid with blonde hair and a bright smile. for a second, he flinches in on himself, expecting the other kid to attack him, like so many of his opponents, but the mental conditioning of his father raging at him when he backs away quickly shoves the reaction out in a surge of guilt and embarrassment.

"Who... who're you?" dabi looks at the blankets, immediately feeling like he wants one, but a second later, realizing he's too hot to want one. so far, he's missed the doll, but he's watching the new boy like a hawk.

vanishing act

[fireface]

(Continued from here.)

You don't have to trust me. Telling anyone where I'm going or what I'm doing wouldn't look good for me.

[Not that he had any reason to try to preserve his image now. It's far too late for that.]

It'll just be me and you. See you at midnight.

[Enji has a lot on his mind when he decides to end the back and forth there. It would only lead to an argument, or more suspicion on both sides. There's no way to even know that Dabi isn't trying to lure him into an ambush, but this all was his own idea. Just the two of us, he'd said. Like it was supposed to be all those times he tried to send Toya away for wanting to show his father what he could do. If he'd just done the right thing from the start he wouldn't have to be in this position. Now he has to throw everything away to make this one thing right, and even then there's no guarantee that the two of them would survive two whole weeks alone together.

Enji knows he doesn't have it in him to kill his son, so the only way out would be for Dabi to kill him. As he packs a few things into a duffle bag, he comes to terms with that possibility. With his death, justice would be served, in a way. He crushes his cell phone in his hand before lighting it up to watch the pieces burn. He has enough cash on hand that he can use public transportation to a certain point without alerting his driver, and since he's dressed in casual clothes, a baseball cap, and a mask he doesn't draw too much attention once he gets out of the city and further north than he can remember being for a long time.

He wanders around by foot for some time until night falls, and looks up around midnight for any sign of his son's location.]

[burnitblack]

cool. i won't.

[makes the choice much easier for him. regardless of what endeavor said, dabi doesn't trust him to hold onto that little notion. someone who's truly resigned from being a hero or having that reputation wouldn't care whether they look good or not and despite his foul opinion of the hero, dabi's aware that endeavor is capable of both being friends with and caring about other people who aren't his family. even if simply on business or trust terms. ergo, he doesn't trust the man not to leave some clue to hawks or his interns about where he's going or at least what he's about to do. endeavor believes he's a hero--a false shit hero, but a hero nevertheless--regardless of his actions.

to protect hawks, his interns, his family, he might try to be a "good" person at the very end.]

midnight.

[he's already moving when the phone cuts out. of course his first thought is to completely betray the man he hates. this is a somewhat promising chance to capture him in an ambush and capitalize on that professed weakness. but the high chance of this also being a reverse trap to play on dabi's own obsessive revenge is high as well, and the villain doesn't want to share the spoils of this with others. especially since this time is only temporary. based on some of the information leaked down, plans to make a move could happen in a few days or a few weeks, depending on potential setbacks. the odds of the war starting while they are away are equally in their favor as against it. so this is going to be a flip of the coin.

ergo, he tells them nothing and simply leaves. no one gives him too much of an eye, though he's aware a number of them are wary of him because dabi's obviously the one who brought in hawks, who ended up being the mole and sabotaging much of their efforts. then again, dabi had warned them about trusting the asshole because once a traitor, always a traitor. he only wanted to make use of hawks and murder him once they were done milking him for all he was worth. fuck it. didn't take much to leave that place behind.

at the very least, he destroys his phone, crushing it underfoot before burning it to ash. after that, he easily hijacks a car and heads off, leaving the city behind. forces the driver to go slower and careful than normal, not wanting to get carsick. fucking hates being in vehicles. if the nomu couldn't track and report him using the teleportation quirks, he would've used those to jump. but unfortunately, they can. making his way north towards the unexpected and unknown.

ah, this reminds him of meeting endeavor after siccing the high-end on him. knowing the hero's going to be beaten down and unable to put up much of a fight. except this time, all those wounds covering him were internal rather than on the outside. fun. once the city limits are well behind them, dabi directs the driver elsewhere, veering off into the countryside. probably should've kept the cellphones for this part, but whatever. he knows a good spot. there's park out here, dedicated to heroes with memorials and effigies. most of it's vandalized and broken now, but it remains.

this is where dabi directs the car to.

this is what he sets ablaze, pouring the smoke and azure glow into the night sky.

sitting atop the car in the middle of the conflagration, heedless of the fire spreading from the park to the nearby fields and forests, dabi rests his elbows on his knees, a cigarette between two fingers drifting smoke up the side of his coat. his hood and face mask are down, shades hanging on his shirt collar. and a woman lies at his feet below the car's open passenger side.]

Relax. Ya all the same. Gettin pissed at the heroes for what they've done, but as soon as ya find yaself in trouble, ya start shittin in fear and hopin ya hero's gonna come save ya. It's people like you who helped make this shit society what it is now. Ya lookin for someone to blame, start by lookin in the mirror first.

Cept ya might not have that problem much longer... Lucky you.

[fireface]

[The moment Enji sees the signal in the distance, he jumps into action. He tells himself that it isn't because he is so desperate to see Dabi, as he is not interested in anyone getting to him first. Not that there are many qualified heroes around that could manage to apprehend him, but even a civilian might see him and report the sighting online. Nothing is out of the question these days when heroes keep quitting and villains continue recruiting.

Because of how dangerous the streets have been lately, most people don't stay out after dark unless it's absolutely necessary, but Enji won't risk it. What he does isn't quite flying, but definitely exceeds what anyone might define as jumping. His quirk allows him jet-like propulsion for speed, and so it doesn't take him very long to land on the ground near to the car.

Before he can even greet Dabi, he sees the hostage and out of reflex, he hides most of his face in flame before he decides to not use his quirk at all. He's not in costume, and he doesn't want to be recognized so he strides up to Dabi with a scowl on his face. ]

What the hell are you doing? This isn't how we agreed to do things!! [He has no flames on him, and doesn't want to come off as a threat even as he grabs the hostage on the ground in his arms.]

I thought it was just supposed to be the two of us. [Enji looks around for somewhere to lead the hostage to safety, but Dabi's flames completely encircle the spot where he landed.]

family values 🚬 for "antiheat"

[burnitblack]

[ooc: continued from here]


[well whoop-de-fucking-do, he got some of their old man's arrogance. comes with shoveling ambitions and dreams atop unrealistic expectations into his head before he could bother forming any of his own. (it's a likeable trait.) dye's cheap. fingernail polish is the real money grabber. he outgrew the phase.

that... might be an appropriate (and hot) look for his trash sibling.

dabi may or may not attempt to curb some habits while he's with natsuo. after all, it's not like he'll abjectly need to go out and recruit villains for their cause. but you know... killing people's kinda on the "fun list" now, so that leash and muzzle may come in handy.]

Couldn't live off those nice "wholesome" habits from home.

[being a polite todoroki boy would've seen him dead on a streetcurb within a week in the underworld. the place heroes don't see and most people never go. but glad to know those skills are gonna get a welcome.

shove it; he dressed himself. if it bothers you, he'll go dumpster diving outside a more "posh" store next time he needs some new digs. but he's keeping his coat. that thing's been through shit with him like an old friend. (plus the metal cuffs are actually tech, so...) they can talk dad issues over some drinks.

pick your price, natsuo. carry a live coal in your pocket and you're gonna get a hole burned in your pants. look, another joke about his weight and he'll make a point of sitting on you. maybe in the good way.]

Ya want me to throw up?

[cause he will if he does. fish makes him nauseous. plain rice less so, but it's still disgusting. mostly due to association.]

Might finish it off for ya, little shit.

[oh that's right. what kind of college kid are you? nursing degree can't allow for much partying and failure.]

[antiheat]

[at least natsuo doesn't look at touya and see endeavor. that would be the worst. he'd have to cut his own eyes out if that was the case. should have just stole the nail polish and hair dye at this rate, big bro. villains like you don't need to pay for goods and services.

just the right amount of hot to be spicy.

as long as you make sure to not kill without reason. don't need anyone hot on their trail. natsuo won't hesitate to use the leash or muzzle, even if better saved for other activities.]

I can see that. Good boys don't get their handouts on the streets.

[sad as it was, but it's life. life doesn't give free handouts. they wouldn't be in this fucking mess otherwise. bad boy is a good look for his older brother anyway.

maybe he'll just buy his big bro some new clothes before they make their run. daddy's credit card is limitless and all. but don't worry, he'll keep it to black aesthetic and you can keep your dingy weird coat.

and they're going to need a couple cases of beer to go through all their daddy issues.

oh. yeah. let him test that weight. thoroughly. on his lap.]

Maybe I'll get back at you another way.

[plenty of other ways. and he doesn't want dabi throwing up on him in retaliation.]

Might actually grow up to my neck if you do.

[neither can being the son of endeavor. gotta party alone pathetically. or well now he has big bro.]

[burnitblack]

[that's not something he needs proven to him; dabi doesn't think any of the kids see their father in them. or at the very least, they don't want to. then again, their mother did, as natsuo would know, so maybe that's a genetic trait passed down? touya went insane after all. (and he did steal them. or stole the money to pay for them. sometimes it's fun to walk his villainous ass into a store and throw them for a loop by paying for his shit.)

villains can get bored too.

problem with that caveat is... his "reason" isn't the kind natsuo'd think is either good or sound. looking at him wrong or mocking him is reason enough for dabi to murder someone if he's so inclined. so maybe it's a good idea for natsuo to be around to curb those tendencies? ... until the target mocks natsuo and dabi torches them for taking a piss at his brother.]

Sometimes ya get somethin for beggin or performin, but it ain't reliable.

[and he doesn't often trust handouts in the first place. especially free ones. but he'll trust the ones given by natsuo. even if they're not really "free" in exchange for him running away with him. and behaving himself. that's kind of understood.

but if you buy with dad's credit card, that'll leave a trail for where they're going. at least the bank will catch on pretty quickly and shit'll be after them. that said, if he gets away with that... black, navy, white, and silver are good colors. take him to hot topic forever.

he can do that. gonna test some furniture holding double weight too?]

Don't tempt me with a good time, Natsuo.

[other ways. now he's curious. maybe he'll bother him some other way, just to see what his snowman can come up with.]

Think ya can handle me gettin a few inches on ya?

[he's not much a party animal... but he will enjoy being with his little brother.]

to date a villain 🚬 for "turntodust"

[burnitblack]

[ooc: continued from here]

[a date. when's the last time he ever went on a date? ... oh right: never. dates are things people do when they're not wanted by society. dates are things people do when their face isn't slapped on the television with heroes looking for it. dates are things people do where they don't wear hoodies over their heads and face masks covering their features from the nose down. "dates" are for normal civilians and heroes. "dates" are what villains always ruin. that's what society says.

so why's he going on one again?

oh right. cause tomura held his damn phone for ransom and after a bunch of back and forth, somehow wrangled dabi into agreeing to go on this weird voucher date thing for a video game promotion. or something like that. he hadn't exactly paid rapt attention to it. what dabi's main two points to focus on were "food" and "public". food is good, especially when it's free and good. like restaurant quality. public is something he doesn't give a shit about, but still not something he wanders about in open-faced and arms spread.

so if tomura thinks he's going to get them both into a restaurant without having the cops and any nearby heroes jumping down their throats a second after they checked in (do they check in? dabi has no clue how this works), then color him curious. wary and mildly alarmed, but curious.

he said noon and gave him the location, so that's where the villain ends up, standing in the mouth of an alleyway not far from the restaurant, melted in with the shadows slanted over him, the falling snowflakes not lasting more than a split second on the shoulders of his coat and black spikes of his hair.]

Woudln'ta figured that place'd be having a video game promo.

[you're not that quiet, tomura. especially with snow crunching under your feet. dabi glances over his shoulder at the other man arriving behind him ... okay so the eldest todoroki was actually wearing a white collared shirt under his coat, the top two buttons left open and undone so the lapels could sort of stab out over the coat's dark ones. black and white overlap. edgy.

but hey. more presentable for a date, right?]

[wincon]

[ By the time he arrives at their meeting place, Dabi is already waiting there. It's not that Dabi typically runs very late, but being a bit early is a surprise. What's more unusual is having both of them out of their normal outfits; he'd hesitate to call Dabi "dressed up," but that is a white, collared shirt he's wearing under all the expected black.

Compared to his usual standards, Tomura is also more put together for the day. He has most of his hair pulled up and tucked into a newsboy cap, while a pair of sunglasses conceals his eyes. The favored combination of sweatshirt and sweatpants had been traded for a sweater and a pair of jeans, covered by a red coat. Even for the purposes of disguise, there is some touch of aesthetic (which honestly screams of Toga's interference), but all he needs is for it to work.

He stops beside Dabi, looking over at the opposite street. The restaurant takes up a large segment, its storefront occupied by glass doors and a set of decorated paper screens. Tomura knows what kind of place this is, and even from the outside it looks fancy—not the sort of business that most people would imagine taking on a collaboration event. He kind of sees what they're getting at though. ]

There's a part in the game set in a historical city. I guess that's what they're going for.

[ In case Dabi was actually curious. ]

C'mon. It's almost our time.

what you need 🚬 for "seaandsummer"

[burnitblack]

[ooc: continued from here]

[funny how one small detail can make something a lot better. he hadn't been sad at all upon learning that ending had almost killed natsuo during his rampage, only amused at the notion and disappointed he hadn't gotten to crush endeavor more with it. but at the same time, he'd be lying if he hadn't felt some spark of hatred for the other villain for touching his little brother. hadn't been part of the deal, but whatever. natsuo was safe and he didn't have to worry about it. admittedly, it was strange to actually talk with him again. after so many years...

doesn't know why the other guy wants to keep in touch with him, comment on his criminal activities, but when the opportunity for secret rendezvous between him and his little brother came along, that wasn't so easy to turn down. sure, there's always the chance it's some kind of trap, but considering what natsuo had gone through, touya doubts he has the guts to go through with such a thing. it'd mean his death. also... when he's over here offering to steal endeavor's painkillers to give to his villainous older brother, fuck- there's so much irony in that one little action, he didn't want to turn the offer down.

motel chikai isn't your average back-alley, litter-ridden, window-boarded motel you'd expect from a villain hole up. the place is decent and nice, illuminated with pale yellow lights under a sea-blue roof and off white stone walls. it's nondescript and doesn't stand out at all. not a place you'd expect one of japan's most notorious to book a room and flop down on the bed. but that's what made it a nice place to go to. the proprietor's seen plenty of shit in her day and doesn't bother asking any questions. just give the money, she gives the keys, and that's all she knows. dabi's paid for the room.

689.

all he has to do now is wait for natsuo to show up.]

[seaandsummer]

[Dressed in plain jeans and a black hoodie, and a beanie with a skull on it that he stole from Shouto, who probably stole it from one of his friends, Natsuo walked up to room 689 and knocked.

He shifted awkwardly. He didn't do things like this. Sneak out of the house, steal his father's pills... these were normal things. Well, maybe not the stealing meds, but sneaking out was a normal thing. He had a bag of Korean take out in one hand, his hand in the front pocket of his hoodie, holding the pain pills that the doctors had prescribed to their father, which Endeavor barely took.

Part of him was glad, part of him regretted Endeavor wouldn't notice and not confront him. He gave out a sigh and knocked again.]

C'mon Touya-nii, I'm hungry.

[He brought enough for the both of them. He wanted to hang out with his brother. He missed him so much.]

twinsies au this got so looong but the Worldbuilding ok

[bareskin]

(Satoru believed that the only person he had ever truly loved in his life was his brother. He tried to love his mother, he liked his siblings, and he barely tolerated his father. But he loved his brother. He was convinced from a young age that they were two halves to one perfect whole. Satoru was always calm, cool, emotionally distant. Nothing in life seemed to strike fear into him. His mother had always told him he had the most frigid gaze, hard to meet, but it turned out there was more literal truth to that than anyone could have ever anticipated.

The first person he ever killed had been an accident when he was about nine. Some kid had thrown something at Touya and Satoru had cut a severe glare their way that froze most of their internal organs within a matter of seconds. After that, Satoru had to start wearing sunglasses wherever he want least he accidentally freeze someone else. The only person he could show his eyes to anymore without concern was his brother. Some believed it was because of Touya's own quirk protecting him, but Satoru knew it was because he could never hurt his brother. Some part of him had honed his quirk when it came to his twin instinctively.

As they got older, Satoru became less quiet and more demanding. He had seen the kind of woman his mother was. He had seen his father walk all over her, had felt like the ice within him was undermined. He became violent and reckless purely to be contradictory. More than that, he wanted to get Touya's attention. It always boiled back down to his brother. His brother wanted so badly to be like their father, who was so entrenched in that life that Satoru began to grow jealous. They rarely fought, but their worst fight involved Satoru freezing half their house.

He didn't like other people dragging Touya's attention away from him - not even his own family. He'd glare at his father from behind his glasses when he was told to go away during training, storming off and leaving the air frigid in his wake. Sometimes he'd hunker down nearby and make training miserable by icing the ground and giggling when his father slipped. Other times, he would be a brat and freeze his father's drink just as he was about to take a sip. Only ever where Touya could see though.

He wanted Touya to realize that their father might be powerful, but Satoru could maybe be even stronger. That Satoru could catch him off guard, that Satoru was more worth his time than their lousy, shitty father ever was. He had always been clingy to his brother. Had learned from the womb (so he claimed) to not even be burnt by Touya's flames. Granted, Satoru seemed completely untouchable to anyone. He kept his skin so cold that just brushing against his arm could leave one with frostbite. Not Touya. He always relaxed around his brother, let their arms touch, would sneak into his bed, would squeeze in close against him.

Besides his mother as a child, Touya was the only person Satoru had ever really touched and had ever wanted to touch. Everything was about him. His other siblings just didn't get it. That was okay though. They didn't need to.

Things grew more severe when they got older. Hormones were something else and Satoru's obsession with his brother grew deeper, grew more uncontrollable. His own father started giving him looks that made Satoru want to take off his glasses. Instead, he'd smile sweetly. He knew he was a pretty boy. He knew people stared at him, knew he was growing up nicely even by his family's standards. He just hoped his brother knew too. He started to walk differently around him, started to drape himself over his brother more often. Flirting came naturally to him, and touching became more common.

The idea of his brother straying to anyone else drove him absolutely nuts. Girls, other boys, it didn't matter. It made him panic to think about. Each year into their teens made him feel as though his world were caving in and that he was losing time. He grew bolder, became more reckless. He knew what was going on, but didn't really care, had never really cared about society's ideas about what was right or wrong. All that mattered, all that would ever matter, was his brother. End of story.

Satoru began to take training more seriously because he had realized it made Touya take him more seriously. It gave them more time alone. It made him feel like he earned more of his brother's respect, especially as it became evident that there was something about Satoru that made him incredibly elusive on a battlefield. He was untouchable. Had something about his abilities that crackled in the air around him. He could cool his own ached muscles, regulate his body temperature, use his own iciness to preserve his body. He learned things about his own body that his mother or father had never thought possible and likely never would since Satoru only showed this part of himself to Touya. Touya was the only person who deserved to see it, after all.

The sun was just setting and Satoru wasn't tired of training, but he had grown bored. That was their limit these days. Satoru could work for hours without breaking a sweat, but the moment he started to huff and sigh meant they were done. He'd try for as long as he could, for Touya's sake, but once he was done, even his beloved brother couldn't convince him to keep going. At least today, they had gotten in plenty of hours. He was standing over Touya, one foot on his chest, and his arms behind his back, a gleeful grin on his face as he leaned over his brother.)

We're done for tonight, ni-san. (He drops down directly on top of Touya's chest, kneeling on him with his full weight - which wasn't all that much given that he hadn't hit his own growth spurt yet. He just wanted to be a pain. His glasses were off and he was gazing down at his brother with his unflinching, freezing stare. Except, of course, his brother remained perfectly unfrozen.)

I should start asking for compensation for doing this with you. Like chocolate. Or kisses. It gets so boring kicking your ass all day. (Okay, he didn't win every round, but still!)

long one back. they'll be shorter from now on. guh.

[burnitblack]

[Two halves of a perfect whole. That made sense. Twins. One of ice. One of fire. Touya grew up beside his brother knowing that. Sure, Fuyumi was there a year later, butit was soon apparent that she never really understood Touya. So he said. Gojo was the one he felt most drawn towards, comfortable around him and the coolness he exuded, both from the icy Quirk he inherited from his mother and the sheer cool of his attitude that always carried him confident through his life. A fair contrast to the bright fire that burned inside Touya from the start. Energetic, ambitious, and devoted to the heroic path his father laid before him.

When he heard about Gojo accidentally killing someone with his Quirk, he'd been surprised, but by then, things had already begun to fall apart for the burning twin of the Todoroki family. It turned out his Quirk, despite being stronger than even Endeavor's, was ill-suited for his body, which received the cold-resistant genes from his mother. Combined with this failure of his life's ambitions and Endeavor's arrogance and family prestige, Touya looked down on others in his class and world, believing he lived on another level than them. So what did it matter if his brother accidentally killed one? They shouldn't have gotten in his way. Besides, it was an accident. How was Gojo supposed to know? Some people had put out an eye or worse when their Quirks went out of control.

He never worried about that frozen gaze turned on him. Probably because he believed both his inherent resistance to the cold and the burning flames of his Quirk inside protected him from Gojo's eyes. Made it safe for his twin to take his sunglasses off around him so he didn't have to keep hiding those crystal blue eyes away from the world for once. It wasn't hard to see Gojo's growth as he reached towards adolescence. Between their mother's weak will, their father's ambitious pursuit of his dreams and his abandonment of the rest of his family for it, it affected each of the kids differently.

The same year Gojo killed someone had been the same year Shouto had been born, finally achieving what all four of Endeavor's other children could not.Leading to Touya's breakdown and attempted attack on his infant sibling to get Enji to notice him. It hadn't been Shouto's fault, really, and he admitted that to Gojo and Natsuo later, but to see his own "replacement" in front of him, knowing Endeavor would never look at him again, knowing he'd lost all hope at recovering the very reason for his own damn existence in this world... He thought if he could destroy his replacement, it would force Endeavor to acknowledge him. But it wouldn't. It couldn't.

Didn't stop him from noticing Gojo's pranks. From chilling the air when he stormed out of the room to freezing the training ground under their feet to turning Enji's drink to ice (neither of the last two did much, since the man easily melted whatever frigid prank played out, ignoring it as if Gojo didn't do a thing). Touya saw it more as attempts to get their father's attention rather than his own, however, and it drew a bit of a rivalry between him and his twin.

They'd always wandered that line, usually best friends and confidants, but occasionally due to Touya's pride and pain clashing with Gojo's carefree rebellion, it veered towards enemies. Because throughout all of the trauma of his childhood, Touya still desperately wanted to be a hero, to win back Endeavor's approval. Things he shared with Gojo and Natsuo so many times, crying as he held onto them, probably tiring the two out from hearing the same thing over and over. And no doubt exasperating Natsuo's patience if not also heating up Gojo's jealousy. It's true that both Gojo and Touya had the potential to surpass Endeavor in terms of the strength of their Quirks. But whereas Gojo's body was a perfect match for his Quirk, including having a more cooperative biology in terms of physical stature (Touya was a bit of a runt, with all his siblings growing taller than him, even his twin), Touya had to deal with his Quirk burning him and his physical strength lacking compared to Natsuo and Gojo.

When Touya as revealed to be unable to carry on the ambition Endeavor desired for him, that of surpassing him and taking the No. 1 Hero spot away from All Might, Enji turned his attention to Gojo, hoping to train him instead. But between his younger twin's ironic focus on Touya and him only possessing the icy Quirk from their mother, Endeavor abandoned him too in favor of Natsuo, who would also be labeled a failure, a lesser version of Gojo (which did Natsuo no favors in his own struggles), and finally the success with their youngest brother, Shouto. But after Touya attacked him, Endeavor began keeping Shouto separated from the rest of his children. It only made Touya despair more, since it meant he didn't get to see Endeavor much at all. He spent more time with Gojo at least, training with him and playing, trying to get a few breathers from the overwhelming pressure.

Fuyumi tried her best to keep the four of them close despite her twin brothers having element-related standoffish moments, with Gojo's frosty disinterest pushing anyone but Touya away and Touya's burning derision starting to alienate him from the rest of his siblings. But with their mutual pain over being ignored by their father, at least they could bond some over that. Touya alone was the fire user among their four and as his Quirk burned him up, it became Gojo, Fuyumi, or Natsuo's role to at least try and cover up for him when he snuck out to go train against Enji and Rei's wishes. Which usually led to the man yelling at Rei when it was discovered Touya slipped past her again, leaving Shouto to try and defend his mother, Fuyumi and Natsuo cowering in fear in another room, and Touya and Gojo glaring with mutual fire and ice from their own areas.

Admittedly, Gojo was more clingy to Touya than the elder twin was. Sometimes that closeness got on his nerves, especially because Gojo didn't seem to want to become a hero, which bothered Touya. Sure his strength in body and Quirk were impressive, top quality, but whereas Touya's Achilles' heel was in his body, Gojo's came in his nebulous ambitions. The rebellion and the dare-say hedonistic mindset of only wanting to do what he wanted to do because he was strong enough to do it worried both Rei and Enji. Touya found it both impressive and irritating, that his twin who could become a hero didn't seem like he wanted to. On the one hand, that mindset was a breath of fresh air and Touya, Fuyumi, and Natsuo sometimes like to hear Gojo talk about it. On the other hand, it was weird and Touya didn't agree with the lack of goal (then again, his mind was geared into Enji's goals, as he never had time to develop his own, something Gojo managed to avoid).

It was around puberty that things began to get more noticeable. Gojo was hanging around him more, he moved differently with Touya, started to become more touchy feeling as he draped over his twin. He didn't get the flirts at first, thinking Gojo was talking about someone else or reciting some cheesy lines from movies. But when he he began to realize they were aimed at him from time to time, it... was a strange experience? On the one hand, he instinctively found it weird, since Gojo's his brother. But on the other hand, there was no one he trusted more. And it wasn't like any of the Todoroki children weren't growing up to be lookers.

So when Gojo started to take his training more seriously, that quickly spurred Touya on as well, against the cautions of their mother towards Gojo for inspiring Touya to keep burning himself, and the warnings from Fuyumi and Natsuo, not wanting to see the brother they loved keep coming back to with injuries. But if Gojo was going to train with him and improve his Quirk, then Touya was willing to risk it. A reckless streak in him as well didn't care. If he grew strong enough, then Endeavor would notice him. Simple as that. Plus, ironically, training with Gojo at least allowed Touya to go longer without hurting himself, due to the ice keeping his body temperature down and muting the fire's burning effect until the elder twin's Quirk finally struggled past that safe limit. While Gojo was more on the elusive side of things, making it harder to hit him, Touya countered by flooding out more power, willing to turn the entire battlefield into a sea of flames for a pure overkill of brute force. (Gojo likely had to play damage control to keep his brother's fires from spreading out of their normal grounds...) At least the icy twin got his rewards when Touya let him help after their spars. Putting his hands on his body to cool him off, keep the burns at bay, relax his muscle.

Conversely, Touya never managed to last more than an hour of hard training. Despite his approaching growth spurt (so happy when he bested Fuyumi in height for once), he was still developing physically, playing catch up with the rest of his siblings. He'd have to take a break and rest, cool down with Gojo's help, before they could get back to it again. All the while his twin's patience levels for training continued to drain. Meaning when Gojo was done, he was done. Leaving Touya on his back, panting as his brother looked down at him with those icy blue eyes of his.]

Gojo! [Protesting already. Touya pouts up at him, knowing full well he wont' be able to convince him to continue going.] Can't we-- oof! [Apparently not. His breath rushes out as Gojo drops on his chest, knees pressing on his chest a little uncomfortably. It's a pure bully move and he scowls up at him for it.] You're a real pain in the butt, you know that?

[Of course he did; he could see it in those beautiful eyes of his. Gojo never had to wear his glasses around Touya. That was something he could give his twin and did so eagerly. The pout turns more into a grumpy expression when Gojo starts recounting payment ideas. How funny.] You don't kick it all the time! I won last week!

[Rawr!]

what could've been 🚬 for "awksward"

[burnitblack]

[forest again. how many times has the league been driven out of the city and into the shelter of the woods between and around those civilian establishments? ... oh right. not that many times. one of them was done on purpose, some kinda damn "training" exercise to beat down that giant and earn its respect. yeah well, dabi gave it a try once and then bailed once the doctor pulled them back. wasn't gonna get his ass handed to him over someone else's coming of age trial. not his problem. besides, he had something else to deal with.

while hawks' little initiation and testing was coming along well enough, dabi had another recruit he was working on. rather than a hero who was thinking of helping the villains, this one was a no-name could've-been hero who had little other option but to skulk around and survive or become a villain and take back a future not for him. tamaki's quirk is something many heroes would want to have at their side, but such an interesting power was wasted on heroes and their moralistic limitations. far better for tamaki to use his quirk for a much freer and less demanding side.

after all, the young man wasn't the most confident person and if he'd had just one or two other people happen to come into his life earlier, tamaki would be out there with the rest of those fakes, cringing under the reporters' cameras and buckling under the pressures of having to display a social life. the villains weren't requiring tamaki to parade himself around on display for crowds of people and televised ratings. no classes or grades demanding his attention and holding him up to a ruler of expectations. nah, the shy guy had it easy here.

officially a member? eh... he'd met them a few times before, gone on a few missions, enough that the league knew tamaki and what he could do. but someone as skittish as tamaki wasn't a person you could demand sign or die. he'd flee. and if he fled, good chance some hero might snap him up. so dabi handled him on the side. kinda babysitting, but ya know, it kept him from having to deal with some of the league's stupider shenanigans.

who wouldn't look at this rundown forest cabin and think either a murderer was inside it or some shady gang was using it as a hideout. well, that's be right twice. dabi leaned back against the couch, the cushions long gone, legs kicked up on the coffee table. he liked this place. calm, dark, sequestered. good meeting area and no demands. besides, being surrounded by wood meant he had an easy escape if something happened. but he doubted anything like that was coming his way as he waited for tamaki to arrive. probably little more than a catch up, but he was gonna ask if he wanted to officially join the league this time.

no right or wrong answer at least.]

[awksward]

[ life sucked before tamaki found out about the league.

he didn't have any friends; moving suddenly right before the start of third grade meant he'd been dropped into a room full of kids who already knew each other, and his shy nature made it practically impossible to figure out where he fit in. so he just kept to himself year after year, figuring that was fine and preferring solitude over hanging out in groups.

the trouble with school is that, if you're a weird, lonely outsider, the other kids treat you like a piece of trash. it only took a couple of interactions with the biggest boy in class for the rest of them to descend, and that was it: tamaki was marked for life as the kid who could get bullied without consequences. controlling his quirk was difficult enough, and with no friends to help him train, his only option was to hide away in his room and attempt to figure out what he could do. at least until the league showed up.

it didn't take much - one appearance from himiko toga, one bully left dead in the street, one tamaki amajiki instantly enamoured with this hero-who-wasn't-a-hero - and that was all he needed to know he wanted to join her and others like her. for revenge, sure, but also to find a place in the world where he wasn't going to get his ass kicked every day.

...okay, the ass kicking still happens from time to time, but it's always to make him stronger. better. more like them.

running away from home is a big deal, though, and tamaki has never been good at making decisions. as much as he wants the life they promised him, he's scared: what if this just ends up being more of the same? but then, they've been nice to him, in their own way. toga even brought him chocolate for valentine's day (filled with blood, but still). and dabi has become sort of like a big brother, watching out for him and chatting from time to time, even scaring off the few kids who are still stupid enough to mess with him after news of the murder spread through the school hallways.

so he figures he'll give it a shot, if they'll have him. he's packed up most of his belongings, though he still has an out: if they say no, or if he goes back on the decision like he always does, he can just go home. it's not that far, especially not with wings - there's some fried chicken tucked away in his pocket, just in case.

when he arrives he hesitates, nervous, before knocking shyly at the cabin door. after a moment he pushes it open; it's unlocked, and there's dabi, waiting for him. the sight of the long, lean man makes tamaki smile a little, and even though his voice is quiet, it's steady when he speaks. ]

Ah... hey. Sorry if I kept you waiting...

spider to the flame 🚬 for "inmyweb"

[burnitblack]

[ooc: continued from here]


that an invite for a shower or somethin?

[it wouldn't be the first time he's met up with someone off a simple unknown text. sometimes the results are fine and fun, and sometimes they're decidedly not. dabi's a cautious creature by nature and arrived at the hotel half an hour before the appointed time. not to go in, but to skulk about and scope the place out. who knows what sort of lowlife tricks heroes will use to capture someone. they'd use people, places, ideas, promises, anything to lure out villains who threaten their precious, tremulous peace. but apart from a guy who looked too drunk to stand and some high-school kid, nothing out of the ordinary or suspicious arrived.

meaning he eventually makes his way down and passes through the foyer, hood pulled over his head and collar up, hands in his pockets with every vibe telling anyone who wanted to look or open their mouth it would be best for them to avert their gaze and shut up before they got involved in something nasty.

it's five minutes after the appointed time when he knocks on the door, standing outside it like some grim reaper in a tattered coat. could've stopped by the front desk to get his own key, but he'd rather not have the interaction. though he does step to the side so he's not directly in front of the door. just in case someone wants to burst out of it. or shoot through it. who knows.

unless this guy knows exactly who he's contacting, dabi's appearance is going to be rather shocking. then again, he's been on the news...]

[inmyweb]

Could be if you want it.

[He knew who to expect, but seeing him in the flesh was still a bit of a shock to see him at the door. He's shorter than he expected, but not that much shorter, about three centimeters.]

Hey.

[He offered a cocky little smirk and stepped back to let the villain into the room. It's a cheap room, but it's decent for the money. Clean, a queen-sized bed. Nothing fancy.]

You want that shower? The water pressure's decent.