[it was easier on him to let them think he was dead. didn't have to go back, didn't have them chasing after him, leaving him free to escape from that hellhole of a "home" and dive into the pain and darkness of jaded revenge. he couldn't make endeavor pay with all of them hanging around. besides, wasn't like any of them wanted him around either.
bringing up sekoto, the herald to all this scarring, brings touya out of his thoughts and he sits up on the bed, stomach crunching despite his lanky appearance.]
All most all of it. [he starts to point out different parts, his knees, his elbows, thighs, forearms, calves, right shoulder, stomach.] After that, it just spreads if I overuse my Quirk.
[like a desert covering the real estate of the ground around it. consuming and burning more and more as he fights against the world that hates him. though most of the nerves in the top layer of his skin are well and truly dead beneath the gnarled purple flesh, the ones below are still raw and will scream if things get too rough. he feels more pressure than pleasure with those kinds of touches.
but when natsuo touches him, it's the cold of his fingers that dabi feels immediately and slouches a little. wanting to sink against his brother and rest in that coolness he usually never feels. nostalgia races back without his permission, despite the way his stomach twists with that "i love you" thrown at him so casually. like no thought went into it at all...]
It never doesn't hurt. Especially around the edges.
[but he opens his mouth when asked, silently voicing that noise natsuo wants. ironically, undernourishment aside, touya's fairly healthy. teeth and throat are fine. still brushes and washes, cause he can't get his revenge with a body that's rotting apart. he'll burn it; that's his fate. the rest of it? he'll take care of. clean it, care for it, wash it, brush it. dabi wants to live long enough to make sure endeavor doesn't. that said...]
Pain killers have kicked in, so it's not really hurting now.
[there he goes again. commenting about his shortness. touya scowls at him and promptly tugs two fingers on natsuo's shirt collar, pulling it enough to "snap" him with the fabric. barely does shit cause shirt collars aren't elastic, but whatever.]
Asshole.
[leaning back on his hands, he lets him work on his chest and stomach. liver is... it could probably stand to have dabi take care of it better, but he burns off a lot of the alcohol he drinks due to the furnace of a quirk that lives inside him. smoking and drinking, recreational drugs, fighting, the villain dabi is nothing like the student touya had been. a burning train wreck plowing down the tracks.]
I'm alive. That's good enough for me.
[doesn't seem to be sensitive to much, though he lifts his body into the touch that goes over his healthy skin, wanting more of the cool sensation. least he's not got "paper skin" like some weird freak.]
Ya don't gotta keep this on if ya wanna warm up.
[touya lazily tugs on the hem of his brother's shirt.]
no subject
bringing up sekoto, the herald to all this scarring, brings touya out of his thoughts and he sits up on the bed, stomach crunching despite his lanky appearance.]
All most all of it. [he starts to point out different parts, his knees, his elbows, thighs, forearms, calves, right shoulder, stomach.] After that, it just spreads if I overuse my Quirk.
[like a desert covering the real estate of the ground around it. consuming and burning more and more as he fights against the world that hates him. though most of the nerves in the top layer of his skin are well and truly dead beneath the gnarled purple flesh, the ones below are still raw and will scream if things get too rough. he feels more pressure than pleasure with those kinds of touches.
but when natsuo touches him, it's the cold of his fingers that dabi feels immediately and slouches a little. wanting to sink against his brother and rest in that coolness he usually never feels. nostalgia races back without his permission, despite the way his stomach twists with that "i love you" thrown at him so casually. like no thought went into it at all...]
It never doesn't hurt. Especially around the edges.
[but he opens his mouth when asked, silently voicing that noise natsuo wants. ironically, undernourishment aside, touya's fairly healthy. teeth and throat are fine. still brushes and washes, cause he can't get his revenge with a body that's rotting apart. he'll burn it; that's his fate. the rest of it? he'll take care of. clean it, care for it, wash it, brush it. dabi wants to live long enough to make sure endeavor doesn't. that said...]
Pain killers have kicked in, so it's not really hurting now.
[there he goes again. commenting about his shortness. touya scowls at him and promptly tugs two fingers on natsuo's shirt collar, pulling it enough to "snap" him with the fabric. barely does shit cause shirt collars aren't elastic, but whatever.]
Asshole.
[leaning back on his hands, he lets him work on his chest and stomach. liver is... it could probably stand to have dabi take care of it better, but he burns off a lot of the alcohol he drinks due to the furnace of a quirk that lives inside him. smoking and drinking, recreational drugs, fighting, the villain dabi is nothing like the student touya had been. a burning train wreck plowing down the tracks.]
I'm alive. That's good enough for me.
[doesn't seem to be sensitive to much, though he lifts his body into the touch that goes over his healthy skin, wanting more of the cool sensation. least he's not got "paper skin" like some weird freak.]
Ya don't gotta keep this on if ya wanna warm up.
[touya lazily tugs on the hem of his brother's shirt.]