If you want to collect your missed allowances retroactively, you'll have to talk to the accountant.
[What could have been a joke is said so dismissively that there's hardly any way to think Enji is being anything but genuine. Monetary compensation for the shit Touya had to go through wouldn't have been out of the question if Dabi wasn't one of the most dangerous villains in Japan. So any traceable transfer of funds to Dabi would likely incriminate him.
Enji's not even aware that Dabi isn't being serious, or maybe his response would have been less honest.
He's still conflicted about what the young man is to him.
It's hard to say they're enemies outright. They fall on opposing sides of the morality spectrum (despite Enji's tendency to do terrible things), but Enji has already made up his mind that he won't be fighting Dabi at any point in the future. Not one on one or head to head. He refuses due to the second point. It's hard to say they're family when they haven't been close for decades and even before then when Shouto was being trained they weren't on speaking terms. Well, Touya would speak to Enji and his father would largely ignore him in order to not encourage his training.
So where does not quite enemies, extremely estranged family fall? That's where Dabi is, and Enji supposes he can either try to pinpoint some kind of definition or just allow it to be ambiguous.
The issue with that is there are moments when he knows for a fact that Touya, his Touya, is in there just as he remembers him. He can feel it when his hand is over Dabi's chest and his heartbeat hammers away or when his reaction to Enji being intrusively overbearing is a flare up of his quirk possibly out of reflex. That's undoubtedly his son's temperament. He knows because he's the same way.
But then Dabi also has moments where he locks all of that down and his expression goes blank, his blue eyes cold and distant. In those moments Enji doesn't feel any familiarity, and while it makes touching him easier and less meaningful, he knows the villain isn't really receptive to his input at that point. Nor is he to Dabi's.
The hand that reaches up to slide fingers along Enji's face does cause his hands to freeze for a moment. Not rubbing over the jigsaw puzzle of stapled flesh, but just resting against it instead as he tries to suss out what Dabi's intentions are. Maybe hypocritical when he's pressed right up against him from behind. It's just throwing him for a loop. One moment he's sure Dabi will burn his face off, and the next his face is touched in a way that brings heat rushing to the places those fingers had just been.]
Do you want to be smothered?
[Dabi calls him Endeavor, and something in him crackles like he's just had fresh firewood fed to whatever was burning inside his chest. Dabi doesn't weigh much at all, so shutting off the water to turn them around is just as easy as drawing the younger man up by the backs of his thighs to trap him between himself and the tile. In the moment it's clear as day. Dabi is not his son and Endeavor is not his father.]
What do you really want from me? Why did you bring me here?
no subject
[What could have been a joke is said so dismissively that there's hardly any way to think Enji is being anything but genuine. Monetary compensation for the shit Touya had to go through wouldn't have been out of the question if Dabi wasn't one of the most dangerous villains in Japan. So any traceable transfer of funds to Dabi would likely incriminate him.
Enji's not even aware that Dabi isn't being serious, or maybe his response would have been less honest.
He's still conflicted about what the young man is to him.
It's hard to say they're enemies outright. They fall on opposing sides of the morality spectrum (despite Enji's tendency to do terrible things), but Enji has already made up his mind that he won't be fighting Dabi at any point in the future. Not one on one or head to head. He refuses due to the second point. It's hard to say they're family when they haven't been close for decades and even before then when Shouto was being trained they weren't on speaking terms. Well, Touya would speak to Enji and his father would largely ignore him in order to not encourage his training.
So where does not quite enemies, extremely estranged family fall? That's where Dabi is, and Enji supposes he can either try to pinpoint some kind of definition or just allow it to be ambiguous.
The issue with that is there are moments when he knows for a fact that Touya, his Touya, is in there just as he remembers him. He can feel it when his hand is over Dabi's chest and his heartbeat hammers away or when his reaction to Enji being intrusively overbearing is a flare up of his quirk possibly out of reflex. That's undoubtedly his son's temperament. He knows because he's the same way.
But then Dabi also has moments where he locks all of that down and his expression goes blank, his blue eyes cold and distant. In those moments Enji doesn't feel any familiarity, and while it makes touching him easier and less meaningful, he knows the villain isn't really receptive to his input at that point. Nor is he to Dabi's.
The hand that reaches up to slide fingers along Enji's face does cause his hands to freeze for a moment. Not rubbing over the jigsaw puzzle of stapled flesh, but just resting against it instead as he tries to suss out what Dabi's intentions are. Maybe hypocritical when he's pressed right up against him from behind. It's just throwing him for a loop. One moment he's sure Dabi will burn his face off, and the next his face is touched in a way that brings heat rushing to the places those fingers had just been.]
Do you want to be smothered?
[Dabi calls him Endeavor, and something in him crackles like he's just had fresh firewood fed to whatever was burning inside his chest. Dabi doesn't weigh much at all, so shutting off the water to turn them around is just as easy as drawing the younger man up by the backs of his thighs to trap him between himself and the tile. In the moment it's clear as day. Dabi is not his son and Endeavor is not his father.]
What do you really want from me? Why did you bring me here?