[oh he obtained that goal. but apparently endeavor wasn't down for the count. he didn't go fucking far enough. didn't hit him hard enough. that was all right though. the suffering the man's going through, the complete smear of his career is unrecoverable. shattered. some might say he killed endeavor that day. well if he killed endeavor, then so be it. now he'll go for enji todoroki himself. if his family's smart, they'll stay the fuck out of his way. except for shouto. dabi wouldn't mind murdering that perfect little puppet in front of his father's eyes. just to watch him see all his ambitions he poured into touya's replacement go up in flames he'll never be able to achieve. are you proud of me now, father? is this hot enough to make you fucking look at me now? look at me until your eyes boil out! and yet for all of that seething rage and hatred, despite knowing that much about him... itadori's chosen to stay.
stay and say those things about him. it's strange to even hear someone to voice them. that pure desire to know him more and understand, without letting him go diving into his fires to spew vile at him about his father. just some random mystery guy who thinks dabi's a pretty interesting person. not a villain or an insane shit or even an ugly charred monster. he treats him like a human being.
it's a rare experience.]
Wow. Ya so cool now, kid.
[far less mocking and more languid teasing. rubbed him wrong enough he felt the urge to blurt that out huh? amazing. dabi ignores the blaming squint and lifts a shoulder in a dismissive shrug. blame him all you want; you're the one that said it, itadori. the nonchalance, however, falters somewhat when the other guy sits up all straight and preening and... fucking congratulates himself out loud. first you get defensive about your jerking off experience, and now you're awarding yourself?]
I take it back. You're an idiot.
[which yuji has not only confessed to but accepted and carried on with his life. which carried him right off the bed as well. good thing he got those damn pants off him earlier or he probably would've tripped over them and fell. dabi rolls his head to the side, watching in mild interest as itadori stretches, eyes wandering over the built-yet-slender musculature flexing beneath his skin. the dried fluids on him didn't detract much from the sight. hmph... next time, dabi's fucking him into the bed. decided.]
How efficient. [heaving a sign, the villain slips out of bed and stretches his arm over his head, grabbing at his elbow to pull it. legs pull a bit, thanks to being wrapped around itadori's waist for half the fuck. but despite all his scars and staples, he doesn't seem at all bothered to walk the room naked. at first he'd been self-conscious about his scars, hiding away after stumbling off the mountain burning and cooking. but hiding them was impossible, so he left them open casually and wore what he wanted, soon getting used to the reactions they got from other people. worth it.]
Ya ever cleaned a wound before? [right, sharing a shower between them was mild compared to what they'd just done. then again, shower sharing is more intimate than a rough fuck, but whatever. he'll do it. just... might take a few minutes for the water to warm up since this is a dirt cheap motel. unless itadori wants to go for a bath. dabi'll scowl over being a water heater, but will begrudgingly acquiesce if it goes that route.]
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stay and say those things about him. it's strange to even hear someone to voice them. that pure desire to know him more and understand, without letting him go diving into his fires to spew vile at him about his father. just some random mystery guy who thinks dabi's a pretty interesting person. not a villain or an insane shit or even an ugly charred monster. he treats him like a human being.
it's a rare experience.]
Wow. Ya so cool now, kid.
[far less mocking and more languid teasing. rubbed him wrong enough he felt the urge to blurt that out huh? amazing. dabi ignores the blaming squint and lifts a shoulder in a dismissive shrug. blame him all you want; you're the one that said it, itadori. the nonchalance, however, falters somewhat when the other guy sits up all straight and preening and... fucking congratulates himself out loud. first you get defensive about your jerking off experience, and now you're awarding yourself?]
I take it back. You're an idiot.
[which yuji has not only confessed to but accepted and carried on with his life. which carried him right off the bed as well. good thing he got those damn pants off him earlier or he probably would've tripped over them and fell. dabi rolls his head to the side, watching in mild interest as itadori stretches, eyes wandering over the built-yet-slender musculature flexing beneath his skin. the dried fluids on him didn't detract much from the sight. hmph... next time, dabi's fucking him into the bed. decided.]
How efficient. [heaving a sign, the villain slips out of bed and stretches his arm over his head, grabbing at his elbow to pull it. legs pull a bit, thanks to being wrapped around itadori's waist for half the fuck. but despite all his scars and staples, he doesn't seem at all bothered to walk the room naked. at first he'd been self-conscious about his scars, hiding away after stumbling off the mountain burning and cooking. but hiding them was impossible, so he left them open casually and wore what he wanted, soon getting used to the reactions they got from other people. worth it.]
Ya ever cleaned a wound before? [right, sharing a shower between them was mild compared to what they'd just done. then again, shower sharing is more intimate than a rough fuck, but whatever. he'll do it. just... might take a few minutes for the water to warm up since this is a dirt cheap motel. unless itadori wants to go for a bath. dabi'll scowl over being a water heater, but will begrudgingly acquiesce if it goes that route.]