[ it almost feels like the buzzing in his head is getting louder. it's been there in the back of his head since he got here and he could never figure it out, but now it's suddenly so loud, and he's pretty sure it's coming from the people all around him too.
they don't even look at him as he pushes through the crowd, trying to put as much distance between himself and keigo as possible. keigo can't possibly be here, can he? dabi doesn't even know if this place is real.
despite all the noise he can still hear keigo calling out to him, but he's determined to get out of here and get lost. how long has he been here now? weeks? months? he's lost track of time, but he knows his way around here by now.
he's almost at the exit when the hand clamps around his wrist, holding on to him tightly. he stops and turns abruptly, raising his arm as if he's going to produce flames and attack. nothing happens of course, but he hasn't gotten used to being quirkless yet. he feels very much like a cornered animal.
still, he's ready to fight with all he's got, but then keigo says he can tell him what's going on, and dabi is so desperate to know, that his whole expression changes. he lowers his arm and he stops trying to yank himself away. he probably shouldn't trust a single damn thing keigo says- the fucking traitorous bastard that he is, but if knows even a little bit of what's going on, dabi needs to hear it. ]
You expect me to fuckin' believe you, traitor?
[he can't help but say, even if he knows he's going to give into it. looking at keigo makes his stomach lurch. he remembers when looking at hawks used to make him feel a different kind of way.]
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Date: 2021-02-28 06:40 pm (UTC)they don't even look at him as he pushes through the crowd, trying to put as much distance between himself and keigo as possible. keigo can't possibly be here, can he? dabi doesn't even know if this place is real.
despite all the noise he can still hear keigo calling out to him, but he's determined to get out of here and get lost. how long has he been here now? weeks? months? he's lost track of time, but he knows his way around here by now.
he's almost at the exit when the hand clamps around his wrist, holding on to him tightly. he stops and turns abruptly, raising his arm as if he's going to produce flames and attack. nothing happens of course, but he hasn't gotten used to being quirkless yet. he feels very much like a cornered animal.
still, he's ready to fight with all he's got, but then keigo says he can tell him what's going on, and dabi is so desperate to know, that his whole expression changes. he lowers his arm and he stops trying to yank himself away. he probably shouldn't trust a single damn thing keigo says- the fucking traitorous bastard that he is, but if knows even a little bit of what's going on, dabi needs to hear it. ]
You expect me to fuckin' believe you, traitor?
[he can't help but say, even if he knows he's going to give into it. looking at keigo makes his stomach lurch. he remembers when looking at hawks used to make him feel a different kind of way.]