[ imprisoning dabi might not be the big threat here— it's more of getting killed on the spot. then again, itadori didn't plan to stress about it, since that man is fixed with his resolve, unshaken with the grim consequences of going against his own family. itadori's words won't reach him, he knew. however, it felt a bit powerless to watch someone sabotaging themselves the way dabi is, unable to help. there's no happy ending to his story, and they both might agree to that, at least.
the walk had little to no exchange of words from either side; itadori would often glance at random directions, seemingly eyeing 'something' that is nonexistent. wherever dabi is leading him had all the classic signs of low inhabitants. it's that shady part of the city, one where you can spot a low-grade curse lurking around, not really harming anyone but hints to the type of energy this area allures. it didn't kill his anticipation, watchful as the lady behind the counter paid no attention to what stood in front of her: a) a well-known wanted criminal, and b) a teenager. all signs point to 'what the fuck?' and yet the exchange ended with no concerns, and they find each other in their new, private room. ]
... We could've had our dinner here.
[ instead of that shitty cabin. no, it's never too late to be offended that a motel was an option from the beginning. he threw the empty bag on the couch, turning on his feet so he could regard the other; under a proper light, dabi looked a bit different. everything is a lot more clear now, down to those small details in his unique features. he takes in a breath, fingers flexing on each side before he reached over to hold dabi's wrist; tugging him forward. ]
I am expecting you to give me some guidance, you know.
[ is he going to start treating this like an actual class? hell yes.
he then slipped his hands down along the other's waist, hands complying to the contours of dabi's body beneath his shirt, while the thin fabric rucked up around itadori's wrists, exposing more of the uneven patch of healthy/burned skin. there is no sense of urgency in his approach; in a way that reflects raw curiosity to being able to touch someone without any reserves. his gaze follows his own hands, attentive as he strips him off that shirt, getting rid of it. when he noticed the belt, he couldn't help but to huff-
way too many things to undress.
he disregards it, for now, settling on grabbing the other by the hips, supporting his body and weight for the few steps it took to the bed. he didn't stop, not until dabi's back was pressed flush against the mattress, and he could cant his hips for a bit of friction where their bodies met. that alone made his cheeks burn up a bit, and now he felt it's appropriate to ask. ]
Are you sure about the whole ... letting me top on my first time?
[ isn't he supposed to focus on repressing a certain something? ]
no subject
the walk had little to no exchange of words from either side; itadori would often glance at random directions, seemingly eyeing 'something' that is nonexistent. wherever dabi is leading him had all the classic signs of low inhabitants. it's that shady part of the city, one where you can spot a low-grade curse lurking around, not really harming anyone but hints to the type of energy this area allures. it didn't kill his anticipation, watchful as the lady behind the counter paid no attention to what stood in front of her: a) a well-known wanted criminal, and b) a teenager. all signs point to 'what the fuck?' and yet the exchange ended with no concerns, and they find each other in their new, private room. ]
... We could've had our dinner here.
[ instead of that shitty cabin. no, it's never too late to be offended that a motel was an option from the beginning. he threw the empty bag on the couch, turning on his feet so he could regard the other; under a proper light, dabi looked a bit different. everything is a lot more clear now, down to those small details in his unique features. he takes in a breath, fingers flexing on each side before he reached over to hold dabi's wrist; tugging him forward. ]
I am expecting you to give me some guidance, you know.
[ is he going to start treating this like an actual class? hell yes.
he then slipped his hands down along the other's waist, hands complying to the contours of dabi's body beneath his shirt, while the thin fabric rucked up around itadori's wrists, exposing more of the uneven patch of healthy/burned skin. there is no sense of urgency in his approach; in a way that reflects raw curiosity to being able to touch someone without any reserves. his gaze follows his own hands, attentive as he strips him off that shirt, getting rid of it. when he noticed the belt, he couldn't help but to huff-
way too many things to undress.
he disregards it, for now, settling on grabbing the other by the hips, supporting his body and weight for the few steps it took to the bed. he didn't stop, not until dabi's back was pressed flush against the mattress, and he could cant his hips for a bit of friction where their bodies met. that alone made his cheeks burn up a bit, and now he felt it's appropriate to ask. ]
Are you sure about the whole ... letting me top on my first time?
[ isn't he supposed to focus on repressing a certain something? ]