[ no, it wasn't a sassy comeback; it was itadori's genuine answer. he would like to believe dabi is the type who wouldn't tolerate someone who's tiptoeing around his words and dragging it, coming off as dishonest and fickle. it's the first thought that came across his mind, and it is his first confession without any filter. regardless, the flow of his speech, and the easy smile on his lips promised dabi no obligation. not that the villain would break under peer pressure, far too strong-hearted to be easily influenced by a few sweet words, but he still didn't want to sound so — forceful. even when he is. itadori won't deny it, unbothered if it's not the perception of a hero-wannabe, to be so selfish by making this relationship one-sided. to keep asking more from dabi; more time, more attention, more favors.
'because I want to' — while it's candid, subtle, it's also very covetous. a fine thin line between two extremes.
itadori flexed his arms up, still lightheaded in the bliss of their afterglow. he then shrugged his shoulders, both hands resting on his abdomen; unmindful of their mess. ]
I always ... wanted to know what's it like to share a bed with someone. It might sound silly, but it means a lot to me.
[ another confession. there was also a nagging sense of uncertainty prickling at the back of his head, a reminder not to get too comfortable. itadori didn't have the freedom to wander on his own, seek refuge outside the walls of his school. he shouldn't be here, let alone risk getting caught breaking the rules. that's one, and the other reason, which is more obvious— dabi isn't harmless. to assume he earned his unwavering trust would be foolish. even for itadori.
and yet, he's still ... going to persuade him. as always. ]
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[ no, it wasn't a sassy comeback; it was itadori's genuine answer. he would like to believe dabi is the type who wouldn't tolerate someone who's tiptoeing around his words and dragging it, coming off as dishonest and fickle. it's the first thought that came across his mind, and it is his first confession without any filter. regardless, the flow of his speech, and the easy smile on his lips promised dabi no obligation. not that the villain would break under peer pressure, far too strong-hearted to be easily influenced by a few sweet words, but he still didn't want to sound so — forceful. even when he is. itadori won't deny it, unbothered if it's not the perception of a hero-wannabe, to be so selfish by making this relationship one-sided. to keep asking more from dabi; more time, more attention, more favors.
'because I want to' — while it's candid, subtle, it's also very covetous. a fine thin line between two extremes.
itadori flexed his arms up, still lightheaded in the bliss of their afterglow. he then shrugged his shoulders, both hands resting on his abdomen; unmindful of their mess. ]
I always ... wanted to know what's it like to share a bed with someone. It might sound silly, but it means a lot to me.
[ another confession. there was also a nagging sense of uncertainty prickling at the back of his head, a reminder not to get too comfortable. itadori didn't have the freedom to wander on his own, seek refuge outside the walls of his school. he shouldn't be here, let alone risk getting caught breaking the rules. that's one, and the other reason, which is more obvious— dabi isn't harmless. to assume he earned his unwavering trust would be foolish. even for itadori.
and yet, he's still ... going to persuade him. as always. ]
So, can we do this?