[ dabi deserves to hear it, not for the sake of stroking his ego, but more of itadori trying to create some balance in contrast to all the negativity that man heard throughout his entire life. true, dabi is no saint. he is worth condemning, hating, and being feared by society for his past actions. there are consequences for the choices he made, but how can we neglect the key question of 'what went wrong?'. the broadcast begged its viewers to ask this question, even when dabi's objective isn't to seek sympathy; it was more of crushing the trust on heroes. one might say he attained that goal, or maybe it was a miss. it didn't matter to itadori. in the end, he chose to use it as a foundation in understanding that man better.
he is not— malicious? when they coexist outside their ideology, dabi's ambitions and itadori's society, he gets to see someone else entirely. it's not an infamous villain and a murderer. it's just ... dabi. there is more to him than his troubled past and enmity towards heroes. why can't they separate the actions from the person? and with such a fond thought, his following words missed to match. ]
I used to jerk off. I have some experience, you know!
[ why did he even share that out loud? he squints at the other, lowkey blaming him for the slip because he can! his expression eased when dabi confessed that he wouldn't forget about their time together and— really, it's his fault if this kid grew attached to him. for someone who didn't know the art of being bashful and chill, itadori straightened his back with a smug grin on his face. ]
Not so bad for your first time, Itadori Yuji! Not so bad.
[ before dabi could take this moment from him, the sorcerer pushed his weight off the bed, and as soon as his feet touched the ground, he flexed his sore muscles. he stretched his arms forward, held it for a second, before they drop dead to each side with a heavy sigh. if he had a choice, he'd rather curl up against dabi's warmth, nestle under the blanket and surrender to his exhaustion. that sounds so tempting. alas, being covered in dried sweat/blood/cum didn't fit that perfect image. it is fated to ruin the mood at some point.
so, he nods towards the bathroom's door- ] You're right about the medical kit, so let's just rinse out the blood and clean up at the same time.
[ after everything they've done, sharing a shower is pretty timid. ]
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Date: 9/23/21 20:34 (UTC)[ dabi deserves to hear it, not for the sake of stroking his ego, but more of itadori trying to create some balance in contrast to all the negativity that man heard throughout his entire life. true, dabi is no saint. he is worth condemning, hating, and being feared by society for his past actions. there are consequences for the choices he made, but how can we neglect the key question of 'what went wrong?'. the broadcast begged its viewers to ask this question, even when dabi's objective isn't to seek sympathy; it was more of crushing the trust on heroes. one might say he attained that goal, or maybe it was a miss. it didn't matter to itadori. in the end, he chose to use it as a foundation in understanding that man better.
he is not— malicious? when they coexist outside their ideology, dabi's ambitions and itadori's society, he gets to see someone else entirely. it's not an infamous villain and a murderer. it's just ... dabi. there is more to him than his troubled past and enmity towards heroes. why can't they separate the actions from the person? and with such a fond thought, his following words missed to match. ]
I used to jerk off. I have some experience, you know!
[ why did he even share that out loud? he squints at the other, lowkey blaming him for the slip because he can! his expression eased when dabi confessed that he wouldn't forget about their time together and— really, it's his fault if this kid grew attached to him. for someone who didn't know the art of being bashful and chill, itadori straightened his back with a smug grin on his face. ]
Not so bad for your first time, Itadori Yuji! Not so bad.
[ before dabi could take this moment from him, the sorcerer pushed his weight off the bed, and as soon as his feet touched the ground, he flexed his sore muscles. he stretched his arms forward, held it for a second, before they drop dead to each side with a heavy sigh. if he had a choice, he'd rather curl up against dabi's warmth, nestle under the blanket and surrender to his exhaustion. that sounds so tempting. alas, being covered in dried sweat/blood/cum didn't fit that perfect image. it is fated to ruin the mood at some point.
so, he nods towards the bathroom's door- ] You're right about the medical kit, so let's just rinse out the blood and clean up at the same time.
[ after everything they've done, sharing a shower is pretty timid. ]