itadori simply nods, like the fucking coward he is, and allows dabi to continue living under the shadows of the unknown. sure, he didn't lie, but he's also not giving that man, the one he's committed to protecting, the chance to understand what he's dealing with. how is he begging for trust when he's not doing his part of the deal? why is he so intimidated of telling him? is he scared that he's breaking a rule of secrecy, or ... because dabi might be like 'fuck this' and leave him?
those words are empty in his ears. the villain didn't need to fear the king of curses— it wouldn't change the outcome, though. itadori didn't fear him either; it's his actions, his strength, insane power, and sadistic cruelty that humbled itadori down to his knees. he has seen what sukuna can do. he can feel his animosity. it's so intense, like a constant fever simmering inside of him. an endless hell. dabi is not weak, his quirk is anything but fragile. the question is: is he stronger? can his flames outshine sukuna's? who will get turned into ashes first? who will end up standing and laughing at their new earned freedom?
the tingle in their kiss, the scorching heat of dabi's lips against his own didn't repel him. itadori leans into it instead, sighing softly as his fingers cradle the other man's cheek; skin equally hot against his touch. he didn't even flinch; he'd take that bite without any grievances. keeping their closeness, foreheads pressed together, eyes barely open. itadori seemed in such a bliss, almost as if he's dismissive, but that's not the case. he took it to heart, and he plans to be careful— not in the way dabi is directing. ]
You keep saying I'm making a mistake. I'm being stupid. This won't end well ... why do you want me to act like the society you hate so much?
[ itadori attempts to ease his now slightly swollen lips by running his tongue over them; canted his head back a bit as he forced dabi to tilt his chin upward, eye to eye. his own expression relaxed, now staring— praising dabi's rough features under the dim lighting. even with all those distractions, this man is undeniably good-looking. his little brother might be the golden prince, the epitome of a 'pretty boy', but the oldest todoroki hasn't lost his shine; even when the skin is fighting to hold on to his flesh. ]
This society will call me a fool. They will ask: why would a good kid end up with someone like you? They will say you're not worth saving. Lock him up. Kill him. I'm not defending your actions, Dabi. You have killed people. You're dangerous— but no one wants to think about how you needed protecting too.
[ a pause, hesitant- ]
If I'm honest, I was like them. I started doubting it when I've seen the 'bad guy' in my society spend the last few seconds of his life crying for his brother. I've been told 'they don't feel anything', yet I've seen them in pain, in tears, scared, and very much ... human.
[ he lets go of his chin, and that same hand pressed flat against dabi's lower back under the blanket; it brushed lower and over the curve of his ass, then down to his thigh. his fingertips knead on the soft, healthy skin as he closed his eyes. kinda like his own personal stress ball, huh. his own body feels heavy, and itadori is unsure whether it's due to his exhaustion or the weight of their conversation. they're not really 'cuddling', but they are in each other's space— close and cozy; his voice is barely above a whisper. ]
You're too warm. Please don't burn down the bed. I'm too tired to find another motel right now ...
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itadori simply nods, like the fucking coward he is, and allows dabi to continue living under the shadows of the unknown. sure, he didn't lie, but he's also not giving that man, the one he's committed to protecting, the chance to understand what he's dealing with. how is he begging for trust when he's not doing his part of the deal? why is he so intimidated of telling him? is he scared that he's breaking a rule of secrecy, or ... because dabi might be like 'fuck this' and leave him?
those words are empty in his ears. the villain didn't need to fear the king of curses— it wouldn't change the outcome, though. itadori didn't fear him either; it's his actions, his strength, insane power, and sadistic cruelty that humbled itadori down to his knees. he has seen what sukuna can do. he can feel his animosity. it's so intense, like a constant fever simmering inside of him. an endless hell. dabi is not weak, his quirk is anything but fragile. the question is: is he stronger? can his flames outshine sukuna's? who will get turned into ashes first? who will end up standing and laughing at their new earned freedom?
the tingle in their kiss, the scorching heat of dabi's lips against his own didn't repel him. itadori leans into it instead, sighing softly as his fingers cradle the other man's cheek; skin equally hot against his touch. he didn't even flinch; he'd take that bite without any grievances. keeping their closeness, foreheads pressed together, eyes barely open. itadori seemed in such a bliss, almost as if he's dismissive, but that's not the case. he took it to heart, and he plans to be careful— not in the way dabi is directing. ]
You keep saying I'm making a mistake. I'm being stupid. This won't end well ... why do you want me to act like the society you hate so much?
[ itadori attempts to ease his now slightly swollen lips by running his tongue over them; canted his head back a bit as he forced dabi to tilt his chin upward, eye to eye. his own expression relaxed, now staring— praising dabi's rough features under the dim lighting. even with all those distractions, this man is undeniably good-looking. his little brother might be the golden prince, the epitome of a 'pretty boy', but the oldest todoroki hasn't lost his shine; even when the skin is fighting to hold on to his flesh. ]
This society will call me a fool. They will ask: why would a good kid end up with someone like you? They will say you're not worth saving. Lock him up. Kill him. I'm not defending your actions, Dabi. You have killed people. You're dangerous— but no one wants to think about how you needed protecting too.
[ a pause, hesitant- ]
If I'm honest, I was like them. I started doubting it when I've seen the 'bad guy' in my society spend the last few seconds of his life crying for his brother. I've been told 'they don't feel anything', yet I've seen them in pain, in tears, scared, and very much ... human.
[ he lets go of his chin, and that same hand pressed flat against dabi's lower back under the blanket; it brushed lower and over the curve of his ass, then down to his thigh. his fingertips knead on the soft, healthy skin as he closed his eyes. kinda like his own personal stress ball, huh. his own body feels heavy, and itadori is unsure whether it's due to his exhaustion or the weight of their conversation. they're not really 'cuddling', but they are in each other's space— close and cozy; his voice is barely above a whisper. ]
You're too warm. Please don't burn down the bed. I'm too tired to find another motel right now ...