[dabi's made it part of his life to understand people. look into them, see what he can glean from their actions and words. he's a wary person and doesn't trust others. words are easily faked and actions can be controlled. what matters is time and keeping an eye. early on, he realized itadori was honest and could thus trust his words and actions. it didn't do the kid any benefits, but made it easier for other people to believe him. what problems he had weren't dabi's concern. he'd gotten over mocking him for his naivety. especially since some of that naivety made tonight a fair thrill, what with itadori throwing excuses to the wind and accepting that encouragement to go for it without holding himself back. there's a time and place for caution and a time and place for pouring out everything. fear's got no place in either.
deserve to hear a goodbye? dabi merely cants his head to the side, giving him a look that said the opposite. "deserve" around him is a tricky slope. since he already got so much he'd never think he'd "deserve" and yet there it is. all over his body. and his father remains at the top, despite deserving nothing less than life imprisonment. who deserves anything?]
Ya want a goodbye.
[it's fine if itadori wants to be selfish around him; dabi has no right or reason, much less ability, to control that. he's already warned him and retreated, but the sorcerer keeps coming, so much that it's simply not worth the effort to tell him no. itadori can do as he pleases; that means nothing to how dabi reacts. pure as that. maybe the kid could stand to be fucking selfish for once. instead of tossing his life around like it's nothing, trying to save everyone he can and yet sticking himself as nothing more than a cog in a machine. funny thing about cogs... they're small and overlooked, but if one of them breaks, the entire structure grinds to a halt and ultimately collapses in a broken heap. if not, that cog obviously wasn't doing shit and never should've been there in the first place.
dabi's aware he's no longer the cog, but the fucking wrench. his father wanted him to be a hammer, but nope! far more enjoyable to throw himself in there and watch everything crumble around him. might be a gamble, but he's gambled before. hell, his very existence was a gamble, created to inherit power and achieve what endeavor couldn't. his gamble failed. too bad for endeavor it didn't die.
whatever ending he winds up with, likely none of them have itadori in them. the kid has his own life to tend to, far more important things to do than get himself involved with a villain drunk on revenge.
one touch after another, water losing its weight and warmth. he ignores it easily, eyes training on itadori's hands as they move with his own. touching each other and spreading the soap along the curve of shoulders or the cut of collar bones. further down to the sculpture of musculature that's different for both of them, a cable for itadori and a wire for dabi. but his hands are warm... even without a quirk, itadori's hands are warm. does he miss that warmth? not particularly. would he mind having it on him again? ... no. kinda liked it.]
Don't worry. [in that dismissive tone which implies he's gonna say something that'll be opposite the words he just said.] If I die, you'll hear about it pretty quickly.
[yep. definitely something not to worry over. check the papers for the obituaries or the headlines. dabi won't die a pathetic unknown out in the wilderness where no one knows. even if he does, his little brother will probably interrogate the whole damn villainous army on his body's whereabouts. shouto's an emotional little shit who'd chase him to the end of the world if he could.
stand aside and watch me burn. basically what he's telling the other guy to do. this isn't itadori' business or his concern. without knowing anything else about the kid's background or what he's doing, dabi can't hold any preference on itadori's own well-being. apart from mildly being interested in knowing if he's dead or alive, the villain couldn't give much of a shit. without a use for his plans within him, itadori's mostly an escape from his stress and life. which, ironically, he'd be pissed about losing. at least he can admit to that even if it's only been one conversation, a meal, and a fuck. hmph... something he'll have to think about in a little bit.
what itadori feels when he touches dabi under the cold water should tip of him to that question following him in the shower. his scarred body isn't shivering a shred and his skin continues to feel quite warm to the touch. this is the curse of his pathetic mother's genes... instead of developing a resistance to high temperatures like his father, dabi received his mother's resistances to freezing temperatures. and with that furnace of a quirk inside him, doubly resistant to cold. albeit meaning he's physical clashing in compatibility with his own quirk; his body couldn't handle the heat of his own flames and thus overusing them cooks his flesh and body from the inside out. a cold shower like this is nothing.
he accepts the kiss, not leaning into it much, but still returning it with a slight tilt of his head. no real regret for missing out on a hair wash. asides from some sex tousled fluff, it's not like either of them had much mess up there. soaking in the water did it well enough. dabi lets his hands slide off itadori's body in the meantime, giving him permission to leave as he's planning. he'll take a few more seconds in the shower to ensure a rinse off is complete, eyes following the other guy. true, he could've heated the place up easily enough, but they're not at that stage to where he'd use his quirk as some gentle benefiting space heater.]
Ya worry too much. [telling him what to do and all. might stare at the notification and do nothing for the first time or two just to be petulant.] I'll get to ya when I'm able.
[that's all he'll give. at least the towel is clean. this place does have a washer/dryer somewhere in the building. dabi steps out after those few seconds and snags a towel from the counter. wasn't in there long enough for his skin to get weird, though it has soften a little around the edges where the seams meet. enough you could probably peel it if you wanted. there are areas on him where the burned flesh and healthy aren't entirely joined, particularly the areas between the staples. raw flesh lies beneath, peeking through if things stretch too far in the wrong direction. it'll dry out soon enough and be safer to manage.]
Ya did well. I liked it. So next time- [and tosses the towel onto the door as he heads from the bathroom.] -I'm topping.
it was good~
deserve to hear a goodbye? dabi merely cants his head to the side, giving him a look that said the opposite. "deserve" around him is a tricky slope. since he already got so much he'd never think he'd "deserve" and yet there it is. all over his body. and his father remains at the top, despite deserving nothing less than life imprisonment. who deserves anything?]
Ya want a goodbye.
[it's fine if itadori wants to be selfish around him; dabi has no right or reason, much less ability, to control that. he's already warned him and retreated, but the sorcerer keeps coming, so much that it's simply not worth the effort to tell him no. itadori can do as he pleases; that means nothing to how dabi reacts. pure as that. maybe the kid could stand to be fucking selfish for once. instead of tossing his life around like it's nothing, trying to save everyone he can and yet sticking himself as nothing more than a cog in a machine. funny thing about cogs... they're small and overlooked, but if one of them breaks, the entire structure grinds to a halt and ultimately collapses in a broken heap. if not, that cog obviously wasn't doing shit and never should've been there in the first place.
dabi's aware he's no longer the cog, but the fucking wrench. his father wanted him to be a hammer, but nope! far more enjoyable to throw himself in there and watch everything crumble around him. might be a gamble, but he's gambled before. hell, his very existence was a gamble, created to inherit power and achieve what endeavor couldn't. his gamble failed. too bad for endeavor it didn't die.
whatever ending he winds up with, likely none of them have itadori in them. the kid has his own life to tend to, far more important things to do than get himself involved with a villain drunk on revenge.
one touch after another, water losing its weight and warmth. he ignores it easily, eyes training on itadori's hands as they move with his own. touching each other and spreading the soap along the curve of shoulders or the cut of collar bones. further down to the sculpture of musculature that's different for both of them, a cable for itadori and a wire for dabi. but his hands are warm... even without a quirk, itadori's hands are warm. does he miss that warmth? not particularly. would he mind having it on him again? ... no. kinda liked it.]
Don't worry. [in that dismissive tone which implies he's gonna say something that'll be opposite the words he just said.] If I die, you'll hear about it pretty quickly.
[yep. definitely something not to worry over. check the papers for the obituaries or the headlines. dabi won't die a pathetic unknown out in the wilderness where no one knows. even if he does, his little brother will probably interrogate the whole damn villainous army on his body's whereabouts. shouto's an emotional little shit who'd chase him to the end of the world if he could.
stand aside and watch me burn. basically what he's telling the other guy to do. this isn't itadori' business or his concern. without knowing anything else about the kid's background or what he's doing, dabi can't hold any preference on itadori's own well-being. apart from mildly being interested in knowing if he's dead or alive, the villain couldn't give much of a shit. without a use for his plans within him, itadori's mostly an escape from his stress and life. which, ironically, he'd be pissed about losing. at least he can admit to that even if it's only been one conversation, a meal, and a fuck. hmph... something he'll have to think about in a little bit.
what itadori feels when he touches dabi under the cold water should tip of him to that question following him in the shower. his scarred body isn't shivering a shred and his skin continues to feel quite warm to the touch. this is the curse of his pathetic mother's genes... instead of developing a resistance to high temperatures like his father, dabi received his mother's resistances to freezing temperatures. and with that furnace of a quirk inside him, doubly resistant to cold. albeit meaning he's physical clashing in compatibility with his own quirk; his body couldn't handle the heat of his own flames and thus overusing them cooks his flesh and body from the inside out. a cold shower like this is nothing.
he accepts the kiss, not leaning into it much, but still returning it with a slight tilt of his head. no real regret for missing out on a hair wash. asides from some sex tousled fluff, it's not like either of them had much mess up there. soaking in the water did it well enough. dabi lets his hands slide off itadori's body in the meantime, giving him permission to leave as he's planning. he'll take a few more seconds in the shower to ensure a rinse off is complete, eyes following the other guy. true, he could've heated the place up easily enough, but they're not at that stage to where he'd use his quirk as some gentle benefiting space heater.]
Ya worry too much. [telling him what to do and all. might stare at the notification and do nothing for the first time or two just to be petulant.] I'll get to ya when I'm able.
[that's all he'll give. at least the towel is clean. this place does have a washer/dryer somewhere in the building. dabi steps out after those few seconds and snags a towel from the counter. wasn't in there long enough for his skin to get weird, though it has soften a little around the edges where the seams meet. enough you could probably peel it if you wanted. there are areas on him where the burned flesh and healthy aren't entirely joined, particularly the areas between the staples. raw flesh lies beneath, peeking through if things stretch too far in the wrong direction. it'll dry out soon enough and be safer to manage.]
Ya did well. I liked it. So next time- [and tosses the towel onto the door as he heads from the bathroom.] -I'm topping.
[show him the other side of that pleasure.]