[it's completely frustrating to keigo to be searching like this, but the reward would be well worth it, he tells himself. even if just to get one word from dabi, it's enough to get him through another week. that's all he needed.
just one more week. and he can try again. keigo didn't want to come up empty handed.
continuing through the crowd, keigo allows a grabby set of hands to touch him as he ignores it, looking around steadily. where the hell was-
he catches them. those familiar intense blue eyes that could drown keigo. and they're looking at him. his breath almost stills, a warmth he's forgotten filling his chest. he was right there. within reach.
but then he takes in everything else. the smirk. and the hand shoved deep into a mass of blond hair. another blond. one who was on their knees and-
whatever warmth he felt turns immediately cold despite the anger that replaces it. there's rage that fills his golden eyes up, his fingers curling into tight fists. if his quirk could manifest, his wings would be sharp and pointed, flared with the bitterness that grows inside of him. he could almost kill.
keigo has only had a taste of this, his own bites of jealousy. dabi never seemed to push that onto him before. and really, it's like catching the villain in the act more than anything, but the asshole was fucking that blond relentless.
it makes keigo unbelievably pissed.
whoever was touching him, trying to nudge him wherever, keigo roughly shoves them away, and begins to stalk forward. he has no right to be like this. he broke whatever trust they had before. he was even forced to break his own heart for the sake of doing what was right.
but hadn't he suffered enough to not be tormented like this?
he's over to dabi faster than he expects, and angrily he gathers the prick's shirt into shaking hands and shoves the villain roughly to the wall. he's leaning over this blond bitch, not caring about them as much as he did to the man in front of him.]
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Date: 2021-03-01 05:34 pm (UTC)just one more week. and he can try again. keigo didn't want to come up empty handed.
continuing through the crowd, keigo allows a grabby set of hands to touch him as he ignores it, looking around steadily. where the hell was-
he catches them. those familiar intense blue eyes that could drown keigo. and they're looking at him. his breath almost stills, a warmth he's forgotten filling his chest. he was right there. within reach.
but then he takes in everything else. the smirk. and the hand shoved deep into a mass of blond hair. another blond. one who was on their knees and-
whatever warmth he felt turns immediately cold despite the anger that replaces it. there's rage that fills his golden eyes up, his fingers curling into tight fists. if his quirk could manifest, his wings would be sharp and pointed, flared with the bitterness that grows inside of him. he could almost kill.
keigo has only had a taste of this, his own bites of jealousy. dabi never seemed to push that onto him before. and really, it's like catching the villain in the act more than anything, but the asshole was fucking that blond relentless.
it makes keigo unbelievably pissed.
whoever was touching him, trying to nudge him wherever, keigo roughly shoves them away, and begins to stalk forward. he has no right to be like this. he broke whatever trust they had before. he was even forced to break his own heart for the sake of doing what was right.
but hadn't he suffered enough to not be tormented like this?
he's over to dabi faster than he expects, and angrily he gathers the prick's shirt into shaking hands and shoves the villain roughly to the wall. he's leaning over this blond bitch, not caring about them as much as he did to the man in front of him.]
You're a real asshole, you know that?