[ it's not like dabi can 'see' anything, but he can certainly feel the shifts under the thick fabric, as itadori pushed his leg out. it wasn't really dangling over the brim, but close to it. the perfect balance in his opinion.
for the sake of keeping a blind eye to dabi's criminal, murderous activities— the mundane question of 'how was your day?' is not an option in their case. he will hear the grim details, and it will only trigger a squabble, make this night end on a bad note— therefore, itadori will try his best to avoid that. he deserves one fucking good day, and he'll grab into it with his teeth and nails. now that he thinks about it, dabi had a perk that made their relationship work. that man didn't have the desire to gloat about his wicked sins, often keeping it to himself. while the kid likes to pretend he's doing it for his welfare, it was more of dabi's psyche. for someone who's carrying a heavy load of resentment, he's oddly chill. it's probably why itadori, and some individuals in the league, are encouraged to call him their friend. ]
It's not. I mean ... I wouldn't tell my date I'm 'using them'. It kinda kills the vibe of making it romantic, you know? Then again, we've done some ... very date-ish things?
[ — for two strangers choosing to have casual sex, with no emotional connection, they might've crossed a few lines. itadori rolled his eyes to the side, sneaking a peek at the other man as he ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it back and slick. the mild confusion with his answer is evident, from the way itadori furrowed his brows, pressed his lips together, eyes narrowed and seemingly lacking certainty. itadori didn't go far in his hunt for a justification; way too tired, instead sighing and returning his attention toward the other man.
god, the way itadori is looking at him ... like he's begging for something, yet he's conscious he's not allowed to. forbidden! it's like a child standing outside a candy store, face glued against the window, in total agony. this screams pathetic, but the sorcerer couldn't give a fuck anymore. ]
Okay, I will let you sleep at peace tonight. I promise. But, can we cuddle next time? Isn't that what people do when they share a bed?
[ maybe if he warned dabi in advance, he wouldn't be so opposed to the idea in the future. it allows him time to be mentally prepared, which diminishes the chance of getting rejected. heh, maybe he's not so stupid after all! ]
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[ it's not like dabi can 'see' anything, but he can certainly feel the shifts under the thick fabric, as itadori pushed his leg out. it wasn't really dangling over the brim, but close to it. the perfect balance in his opinion.
for the sake of keeping a blind eye to dabi's criminal, murderous activities— the mundane question of 'how was your day?' is not an option in their case. he will hear the grim details, and it will only trigger a squabble, make this night end on a bad note— therefore, itadori will try his best to avoid that. he deserves one fucking good day, and he'll grab into it with his teeth and nails. now that he thinks about it, dabi had a perk that made their relationship work. that man didn't have the desire to gloat about his wicked sins, often keeping it to himself. while the kid likes to pretend he's doing it for his welfare, it was more of dabi's psyche. for someone who's carrying a heavy load of resentment, he's oddly chill. it's probably why itadori, and some individuals in the league, are encouraged to call him their friend. ]
It's not. I mean ... I wouldn't tell my date I'm 'using them'. It kinda kills the vibe of making it romantic, you know? Then again, we've done some ... very date-ish things?
[ — for two strangers choosing to have casual sex, with no emotional connection, they might've crossed a few lines. itadori rolled his eyes to the side, sneaking a peek at the other man as he ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it back and slick. the mild confusion with his answer is evident, from the way itadori furrowed his brows, pressed his lips together, eyes narrowed and seemingly lacking certainty. itadori didn't go far in his hunt for a justification; way too tired, instead sighing and returning his attention toward the other man.
god, the way itadori is looking at him ... like he's begging for something, yet he's conscious he's not allowed to. forbidden! it's like a child standing outside a candy store, face glued against the window, in total agony. this screams pathetic, but the sorcerer couldn't give a fuck anymore. ]
Okay, I will let you sleep at peace tonight. I promise. But, can we cuddle next time? Isn't that what people do when they share a bed?
[ maybe if he warned dabi in advance, he wouldn't be so opposed to the idea in the future. it allows him time to be mentally prepared, which diminishes the chance of getting rejected. heh, maybe he's not so stupid after all! ]