[ it's his turn to give a dismissive shrug of his shoulders. itadori had accepted not being the smartest guy in the room, and would often express annoyance when his opponent aims for the head. as if he needed any further incitement to be dumber than he already is. well, at least he won't worry about dabi going for his head, assuming he's not fan of throwing fists to begin with. he'll just— focus on not getting burned alive. yes. ]
I have, but I'm not good at it.
[ at least he's honest?
itadori isn't the type to pay attention to details, and when it comes to treating his own injuries, he's pretty negligent of following the necessary, tedious steps. all that matters is that he stops the bleeding, gives his body no excuse to lose consciousness, and then moves on with his day. when it's the other way around, and he's treating others— it's a different story. ah, the hypocrisy. in dabi's case, the lack of proper tools made it hard to clean those open wounds, make sure they won't get infected before applying the bandages. they will have no choice but to rinse them under the shower, and then scorch them shut.
he watched as the other man switched on the shower; observed as the water came gushing out, the pressure is average, but it's surprisingly clear. itadori half-expected to deal with an odd color, mixed with dirt and gunk— considering the low budget of this motel. as they wait for it to warm up; a few lazy steps brought him closer, arms finding their way around dabi's waist from behind, bodies pressed against each other. itadori kept his gaze on the running water, resting his chin on the man's shoulder as he spoke. ]
... This place is falling apart.
[ not only they can see the old age of the building from the poor structure of the bathroom walls, but it's also evident they haven't cleaned it after the previous guests. then again, he won't bitch about it. if it's the only place dabi felt safe in, where no one would recognize him, it's good enough. he leans his head against dabi's as he held him, eyes closed. itadori didn't let him go, not until the steam started fogging the small space, and that's when he finally relaxed his arms; reaching out to adjust the temperature before he, carefully, stepped under the warm flow.
there is barely room for another person here, but— whatever. ]
I have a feeling we gonna' run out of hot water soon ...
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I have, but I'm not good at it.
[ at least he's honest?
itadori isn't the type to pay attention to details, and when it comes to treating his own injuries, he's pretty negligent of following the necessary, tedious steps. all that matters is that he stops the bleeding, gives his body no excuse to lose consciousness, and then moves on with his day. when it's the other way around, and he's treating others— it's a different story. ah, the hypocrisy. in dabi's case, the lack of proper tools made it hard to clean those open wounds, make sure they won't get infected before applying the bandages. they will have no choice but to rinse them under the shower, and then scorch them shut.
he watched as the other man switched on the shower; observed as the water came gushing out, the pressure is average, but it's surprisingly clear. itadori half-expected to deal with an odd color, mixed with dirt and gunk— considering the low budget of this motel. as they wait for it to warm up; a few lazy steps brought him closer, arms finding their way around dabi's waist from behind, bodies pressed against each other. itadori kept his gaze on the running water, resting his chin on the man's shoulder as he spoke. ]
... This place is falling apart.
[ not only they can see the old age of the building from the poor structure of the bathroom walls, but it's also evident they haven't cleaned it after the previous guests. then again, he won't bitch about it. if it's the only place dabi felt safe in, where no one would recognize him, it's good enough. he leans his head against dabi's as he held him, eyes closed. itadori didn't let him go, not until the steam started fogging the small space, and that's when he finally relaxed his arms; reaching out to adjust the temperature before he, carefully, stepped under the warm flow.
there is barely room for another person here, but— whatever. ]
I have a feeling we gonna' run out of hot water soon ...