[ and then, out of nowhere, dabi's words would sting, humbling itadori back to his place. he knew that man is so haunted by revenge to think of any other way to find some relief to all the hatred fuming from within— behind it all, reality is: dabi is hurting. how could anyone find peace when they're holding onto the past and resentment the way he did? how could anyone be happy like this? dabi didn't seem to care about anything but his retribution. it ultimately left him alone. he will die alone too. and itadori will hear it on the fucking news, huh.
as he stood there, somewhat chewing on his lower lip, in a way muffling back the urge to say something. after taking in a deep breath, itadori shakes it off, watching as dabi stepped out of the shower. the changes in the burned flesh are subtle enough to dismiss, not like itadori is attentive to the small details. still bitter about the previous comment. whether it was intentional or not, the deflection toward their sexual experience served as a good distraction; sobering him up from the rut he was in. such a simple mind yuji has. ]
... For real?
[ he hasn't pursued him out of the bathroom yet, frozen. a bit startled with the possibility of them being intimate again. despite how comfy itadori is with touching, holding, and being 'fluffy' with that villain— he sincerely thought this was as far as they can go, and tonight was an exclusive generosity. he truly believed their upcoming hangouts will be nothing more than sharing a meal, and — found peace in it. therefor excuse him, while he stares at a random wall; the wheels in his head slowly turning and making sense of everything. dabi wants to do it again? with him?
hastily he dropped the towel, ran his hands through his hair to neaten it, heart hammering. his fingers danced with nerves, twitching, shifting, flexing— ]
Okay!!!
[ he blurted out, forcing himself to take the chance and not surrender to his doubts. yes, he almost lost control tonight, but he didn't. itadori chose to take it as an encouragement and have some faith that it will stay this way the next time. now that he consented, he can't take it back. it's done. they're doing this when the time is right.
god, why is his heart still pounding in his chest? with a heavy huff, he leaned down to pick up his boxers from the pile of clothes on the floor, finally covering himself. his gaze shifts towards a nearby closet, upon unlocking it— let's say he didn't expect this shitty motel would offer an extra pair of bedsheets to their guests, which is something they desperately need. after all, they have left their marks on the bed. ]
If we're doing it again, let me know in advance. I'll need to bring some stuff along.
[ the old bedsheets are yanked off, joining the hoard of clothes on the ground, and with some quick work— itadori spreads the new ones, running his fingers over the mattress to smooth it over, getting those edges tucked in; pillows fluffed. by the time dabi pays attention to him again, he'd find the sorcerer chilling on his side of the bed, legs crossed, waiting for him.
with a lighthearted smile, he gestures for the other to come closer. ]
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Date: 9/27/21 20:21 (UTC)as he stood there, somewhat chewing on his lower lip, in a way muffling back the urge to say something. after taking in a deep breath, itadori shakes it off, watching as dabi stepped out of the shower. the changes in the burned flesh are subtle enough to dismiss, not like itadori is attentive to the small details. still bitter about the previous comment. whether it was intentional or not, the deflection toward their sexual experience served as a good distraction; sobering him up from the rut he was in. such a simple mind yuji has. ]
... For real?
[ he hasn't pursued him out of the bathroom yet, frozen. a bit startled with the possibility of them being intimate again. despite how comfy itadori is with touching, holding, and being 'fluffy' with that villain— he sincerely thought this was as far as they can go, and tonight was an exclusive generosity. he truly believed their upcoming hangouts will be nothing more than sharing a meal, and — found peace in it. therefor excuse him, while he stares at a random wall; the wheels in his head slowly turning and making sense of everything. dabi wants to do it again? with him?
hastily he dropped the towel, ran his hands through his hair to neaten it, heart hammering. his fingers danced with nerves, twitching, shifting, flexing— ]
Okay!!!
[ he blurted out, forcing himself to take the chance and not surrender to his doubts. yes, he almost lost control tonight, but he didn't. itadori chose to take it as an encouragement and have some faith that it will stay this way the next time. now that he consented, he can't take it back. it's done. they're doing this when the time is right.
god, why is his heart still pounding in his chest? with a heavy huff, he leaned down to pick up his boxers from the pile of clothes on the floor, finally covering himself. his gaze shifts towards a nearby closet, upon unlocking it— let's say he didn't expect this shitty motel would offer an extra pair of bedsheets to their guests, which is something they desperately need. after all, they have left their marks on the bed. ]
If we're doing it again, let me know in advance. I'll need to bring some stuff along.
[ the old bedsheets are yanked off, joining the hoard of clothes on the ground, and with some quick work— itadori spreads the new ones, running his fingers over the mattress to smooth it over, getting those edges tucked in; pillows fluffed. by the time dabi pays attention to him again, he'd find the sorcerer chilling on his side of the bed, legs crossed, waiting for him.
with a lighthearted smile, he gestures for the other to come closer. ]
You ready? ♥