[it was irresponsible to be doing this. senseless, maybe. he really must be insane to be agreeing to this. yet, at the same time, perhaps it'd give him the closure he desperately needed. touya was no longer the same. just a shell of a broken, deranged man seeking out his own agenda.
before he meets in at their agreed location, natsuo tells himself to keep his emotions in check. this wasn't touya, he chants. just some villain. dabi. the guy who almost had him killed. not the same brother who would cry to him. natsuo hates how desperately he misses those moments, how he would give anything and everything just to go back and change things.
but that's ludicrous. no point in wishing on stars. at the very least, he was going to get a final word in, face to face with his oldest brother. there's a high chance of him dying, but dabi did promise to spare him so long as endeavor wasn't around to witness his death. deranged brat. well, he can promise he won't be bringing around their father. natsuo was still trying to avoid him. hell, he's been avoiding both their mom and fuyumi since he started communicating with dabi. he's positive they would stop him. but natsuo needed this, as absurd as that was.
funny enough, concerning death, natsuo can't say he really cares at the moment. most days now, it's like he's just sailing through them. it really took it's toll on his headspace upon hearing of his oldest brother's living status. speaking to him only made natsuo worst. yet, here he was, bundled up in a decent amount of clothes, hands shoved into his pockets. he's not entirely dressed up as warmly as most, but natsuo prefers the cold weather.
he waits impatiently at the edge of his college campus, dull eyes focused on the mouth of the alley. safely he stands by the car, not at all willing to meet the devil up close and personal just yet. he doesn't hear when dabi shows up, not until the flicking of blue flames light up, just enough on his brother's shoulder. in reaction, natsuo tenses up. he can't see dabi that well, but the light helps to show at least half his features. and his shorter height, compared to natsuo.]
And you, shorter than I expected.
[was shouto taller? they're pretty similar, but natsuo couldn't exactly tell. touya was still decently hidden away. and natsuo had no plans to become intimate with that blue fire.]
Shouldn't a hero be able to pick you up with one hand and lock you away?
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before he meets in at their agreed location, natsuo tells himself to keep his emotions in check. this wasn't touya, he chants. just some villain. dabi. the guy who almost had him killed. not the same brother who would cry to him. natsuo hates how desperately he misses those moments, how he would give anything and everything just to go back and change things.
but that's ludicrous. no point in wishing on stars. at the very least, he was going to get a final word in, face to face with his oldest brother. there's a high chance of him dying, but dabi did promise to spare him so long as endeavor wasn't around to witness his death. deranged brat. well, he can promise he won't be bringing around their father. natsuo was still trying to avoid him. hell, he's been avoiding both their mom and fuyumi since he started communicating with dabi. he's positive they would stop him. but natsuo needed this, as absurd as that was.
funny enough, concerning death, natsuo can't say he really cares at the moment. most days now, it's like he's just sailing through them. it really took it's toll on his headspace upon hearing of his oldest brother's living status. speaking to him only made natsuo worst. yet, here he was, bundled up in a decent amount of clothes, hands shoved into his pockets. he's not entirely dressed up as warmly as most, but natsuo prefers the cold weather.
he waits impatiently at the edge of his college campus, dull eyes focused on the mouth of the alley. safely he stands by the car, not at all willing to meet the devil up close and personal just yet. he doesn't hear when dabi shows up, not until the flicking of blue flames light up, just enough on his brother's shoulder. in reaction, natsuo tenses up. he can't see dabi that well, but the light helps to show at least half his features. and his shorter height, compared to natsuo.]
And you, shorter than I expected.
[was shouto taller? they're pretty similar, but natsuo couldn't exactly tell. touya was still decently hidden away. and natsuo had no plans to become intimate with that blue fire.]
Shouldn't a hero be able to pick you up with one hand and lock you away?