[ ah, that little glare from dabi, as endearing as it was, he knew the warning signs. honestly, this whole thing felt like taming a feral cat at times, one that's not used to the human touch. while you're so eager to pet it, reach down for their head, often you'll be rewarded with a paw clawing your hand away. it takes time and effort to win their trust, and dabi would probably kill him for that analogy— but is he lying here?
the stiff and narrow stare is heard loud and clear. itadori will back off, give him some space, let him breathe. otherwise dabi wouldn't tolerate his advances and drag them back to the stage of caution. or, that man might ghost him completely. now that will be painful; especially after getting so spoiled with their closeness, and given the freedom to be affectionate (even if it's one-sided) with someone. it meant too much for itadori to fuck up. he'll behave for now.
and so, with a knowing smile, he curls up next to the other man, close but not clinging. he's fine with it. itadori is fine with them being here, sharing space, content, and comfortable. ]
I like it dark, with a blanket and a leg sticking out.
[ it's his turn to switch off the light from his side, and like the perfect romantic cliche— the moonlight subtly illuminates the room as it fell into a serene hush. for now, itadori rests on his back, his shoulder touching dabi's, with his head tilt to the side. it's a safe option where he gets some kind of physical contact under their blanket, without smothering the other man. a fair trade between his neediness and dabi's reserve.
he stares at the ceiling, nothing in particular. however, the unwavering smile on his features speaks a lot about how itadori perceived this entire experience. he begins to reflect on this day, from the moment he woke up, to when he joined his classmates, successfully handling a mission, rushing back to the dorms to prepare the meal, meeting with dabi, having his first kiss, his first sexual experience, understanding why he's so infatuated by this man after obsessing about it from the night they met, getting some of his questions answered— and now, he's brought back to this moment. as they relaxed on one bed, under one blanket, with enough trust that he could fall asleep, consoled he's not at risk, nor is dabi.
— to be able to know that he didn't need to be alone. that he could be with someone. all those fears and dreads should no longer paralyze him. to have the freedom to seek the intimacy he craves, a person he could confide in, someone who can reciprocate his feelings. what started as 'never' has made a dramatic twist to 'it might happen!'.
is he allowed to be this happy?
... it's scary. ]
It feels ... weird knowing that I can actually ask someone out now. Well, it's not like people are lining up to date me. But, it feels nice to have an option.
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Date: 9/29/21 21:16 (UTC)the stiff and narrow stare is heard loud and clear. itadori will back off, give him some space, let him breathe. otherwise dabi wouldn't tolerate his advances and drag them back to the stage of caution. or, that man might ghost him completely. now that will be painful; especially after getting so spoiled with their closeness, and given the freedom to be affectionate (even if it's one-sided) with someone. it meant too much for itadori to fuck up. he'll behave for now.
and so, with a knowing smile, he curls up next to the other man, close but not clinging. he's fine with it. itadori is fine with them being here, sharing space, content, and comfortable. ]
I like it dark, with a blanket and a leg sticking out.
[ it's his turn to switch off the light from his side, and like the perfect romantic cliche— the moonlight subtly illuminates the room as it fell into a serene hush. for now, itadori rests on his back, his shoulder touching dabi's, with his head tilt to the side. it's a safe option where he gets some kind of physical contact under their blanket, without smothering the other man. a fair trade between his neediness and dabi's reserve.
he stares at the ceiling, nothing in particular. however, the unwavering smile on his features speaks a lot about how itadori perceived this entire experience. he begins to reflect on this day, from the moment he woke up, to when he joined his classmates, successfully handling a mission, rushing back to the dorms to prepare the meal, meeting with dabi, having his first kiss, his first sexual experience, understanding why he's so infatuated by this man after obsessing about it from the night they met, getting some of his questions answered— and now, he's brought back to this moment. as they relaxed on one bed, under one blanket, with enough trust that he could fall asleep, consoled he's not at risk, nor is dabi.
— to be able to know that he didn't need to be alone. that he could be with someone. all those fears and dreads should no longer paralyze him. to have the freedom to seek the intimacy he craves, a person he could confide in, someone who can reciprocate his feelings. what started as 'never' has made a dramatic twist to 'it might happen!'.
is he allowed to be this happy?
... it's scary. ]
It feels ... weird knowing that I can actually ask someone out now. Well, it's not like people are lining up to date me. But, it feels nice to have an option.