[Being physical, for better or worse, is where he feels the most comfortable. His threats don't come from nowhere, he typically can back up his bark with a sizable amount of bite. This situation is a little different than normal, though, and if he's really honest with himself, he's not sure he can bring himself to fight Dabi. Not the way he'd fight any other villain. That's a reveal for another time, though. Enji associates the amount of respect he can command to how strong he is physically, so if Dabi finds out that he's the man's achilles heel, that would dissolve what little leverage he thinks he has.]
I could fight you with my eyes closed and quirkless.
[Talking shit while neither seem to be in a fighting mood is safe since Enji knows he won't have to try to act on it.]
There are other ways to hurt you. [He holds Dabi's gaze directly for some time before glancing down again, always finding something new he didn't notice the first time his eyes raked over his son. There's so much of himself in Dabi, the villain, but so much of Rei in the bits of Touya that are left. Maybe that's part of the reason he seems momentarily fixated on Dabi's mouth as he speaks. Even as the words he says cause Enji's temper to flare.]
Your brother didn't do anything to you. Your fight is with me.
[It's less of Enji encouraging Dabi to pick on someone his own size, and more of a demand to keep his eldest's attention on himself rather than anyone else. That's another thing they have in common. Dabi's desire to keep his father's eyes on him are at least partially subconscious. Enji's are half to protect others, and half selfishness. He'd never admit it, but there's a tiny amount of satisfaction to be gained from being admired, all heroes feel it, but he just doesn't let it distract him from work.
The problem is, Dabi's gaze isn't full of admiration. It's contempt. He'll take the consolation prize of being regarded at all for now.]
No. I hate how much you remind me of your mother. [Rei was warm and caring like Fuyumi most of the time. A reasonably good mother. But there were times when she could be so cold. He's thankful that side of her usually only came out toward him during arguments, or hushed conversations when she'd be fed up with him. Literal fire and ice. When they were both good, the chemistry was intense, the rest of the time was a disaster.
Those lips were just like hers. The lower one would be too, he remembers, if Dabi hadn't been burned so badly. The pad of Enji's thumb rests on the scar tissue where his lower lip would have been a bit more plush, but he doesn't mind the way it looks or feels now. Dabi's not his wife, after all, none of that should matter to him. ]
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Date: 11/30/21 00:21 (UTC)I could fight you with my eyes closed and quirkless.
[Talking shit while neither seem to be in a fighting mood is safe since Enji knows he won't have to try to act on it.]
There are other ways to hurt you. [He holds Dabi's gaze directly for some time before glancing down again, always finding something new he didn't notice the first time his eyes raked over his son. There's so much of himself in Dabi, the villain, but so much of Rei in the bits of Touya that are left. Maybe that's part of the reason he seems momentarily fixated on Dabi's mouth as he speaks. Even as the words he says cause Enji's temper to flare.]
Your brother didn't do anything to you. Your fight is with me.
[It's less of Enji encouraging Dabi to pick on someone his own size, and more of a demand to keep his eldest's attention on himself rather than anyone else. That's another thing they have in common. Dabi's desire to keep his father's eyes on him are at least partially subconscious. Enji's are half to protect others, and half selfishness. He'd never admit it, but there's a tiny amount of satisfaction to be gained from being admired, all heroes feel it, but he just doesn't let it distract him from work.
The problem is, Dabi's gaze isn't full of admiration. It's contempt. He'll take the consolation prize of being regarded at all for now.]
No. I hate how much you remind me of your mother. [Rei was warm and caring like Fuyumi most of the time. A reasonably good mother. But there were times when she could be so cold. He's thankful that side of her usually only came out toward him during arguments, or hushed conversations when she'd be fed up with him. Literal fire and ice. When they were both good, the chemistry was intense, the rest of the time was a disaster.
Those lips were just like hers. The lower one would be too, he remembers, if Dabi hadn't been burned so badly. The pad of Enji's thumb rests on the scar tissue where his lower lip would have been a bit more plush, but he doesn't mind the way it looks or feels now. Dabi's not his wife, after all, none of that should matter to him. ]
But you're not wrong. You are my handiwork.