[ dabi comes out often at night, just sitting or laying on the beach and looking up at the stars. often time he gets drunk or high and just loses himself in all of it. without fail, he always wishes keigo was here with him. so much for closing his heart off. apparently keigo opened it up too much. he always saw that as a bad thing.
his place looks messier than keigo's does, most likely. he hasn't had any reason to care.]
Yeah... I remember.
[it's true, keigo was messy all the time and once dabi started coming over more often he'd pick up after the stupid bird. do dishes, put his shit together. he'd usually get there before keigo did so he was bored. that's what he always told himself anyway. but now? nothing matters. maybe he could will it all into cleanliness, but he hasn't bothered to try.
he doesn't expect keigo to start telling him everything right away, but it's probably a good idea. this is what he had wanted to hear.
he leans against the closest wall and listens, crossing his arms as he watches his former lover closely. he frowns when keigo says he was always fascinated by fire users. all it does is remind him of endeavor, and how attached keigo is to him now. how attached in a different way he used to be to him before. it's sickening, and he can already feel himself start to get sick. even more so when keigo goes on about the hero commission telling him that he needed to do what needed to be done, even if it meant killing innocents.]
Wow, Keigo. Dontcha think that was a red flag? Like, you go on about heroes savin' innocent people, but then they tell ya that and you go along with it?
[he shakes his head, looking away, and then he tries to shut up, because he wants to hear the rest. no use getting angry about this now. it's hard to temper his anger down, though. he digs his nails into his arms until they hurt. it's all he can do to keep himself grounded while he listens to all of this.
to think, keigo ratted them out to endeavor of all people.]
All those times I called ya out and you made me seem like I was crazy. All those times I was wonderin' just what you were tellin' your handlers and ya kept askin' me why I didn't trust you. You lied to my face so many times, Keigo. I think that's what fuckin' gets me the most.
[that deep, intense hurt he never thought he was capable of feeling again. keigo did all of that willingly. and then the truth of what the hero commission did- what they threatened him with.... dabi can hardly believe it now.]
So ya did it because they blackmailed you. Not... because'a what you believed in. You could'a fuckin' told me. You could'a not did what those bastards who were usin' you and fuckin' you over were tellin' you what to do. You could'a made them pay, especially after what they tried to pull.
[it makes him feel sick, and he pushes away from the wall, turning away and dragging his fingers through his hair. he has to walk away towards the window because he needs more space, and then he stops there and turns around again, leaning against the wall.]
How'd I die, Keigo? I was fightin' that piece'a shit and then I don't remember anythin' after that.
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his place looks messier than keigo's does, most likely. he hasn't had any reason to care.]
Yeah... I remember.
[it's true, keigo was messy all the time and once dabi started coming over more often he'd pick up after the stupid bird. do dishes, put his shit together. he'd usually get there before keigo did so he was bored. that's what he always told himself anyway. but now? nothing matters. maybe he could will it all into cleanliness, but he hasn't bothered to try.
he doesn't expect keigo to start telling him everything right away, but it's probably a good idea. this is what he had wanted to hear.
he leans against the closest wall and listens, crossing his arms as he watches his former lover closely. he frowns when keigo says he was always fascinated by fire users. all it does is remind him of endeavor, and how attached keigo is to him now. how attached in a different way he used to be to him before. it's sickening, and he can already feel himself start to get sick. even more so when keigo goes on about the hero commission telling him that he needed to do what needed to be done, even if it meant killing innocents.]
Wow, Keigo. Dontcha think that was a red flag? Like, you go on about heroes savin' innocent people, but then they tell ya that and you go along with it?
[he shakes his head, looking away, and then he tries to shut up, because he wants to hear the rest. no use getting angry about this now. it's hard to temper his anger down, though. he digs his nails into his arms until they hurt. it's all he can do to keep himself grounded while he listens to all of this.
to think, keigo ratted them out to endeavor of all people.]
All those times I called ya out and you made me seem like I was crazy. All those times I was wonderin' just what you were tellin' your handlers and ya kept askin' me why I didn't trust you. You lied to my face so many times, Keigo. I think that's what fuckin' gets me the most.
[that deep, intense hurt he never thought he was capable of feeling again. keigo did all of that willingly. and then the truth of what the hero commission did- what they threatened him with.... dabi can hardly believe it now.]
So ya did it because they blackmailed you. Not... because'a what you believed in. You could'a fuckin' told me. You could'a not did what those bastards who were usin' you and fuckin' you over were tellin' you what to do. You could'a made them pay, especially after what they tried to pull.
[it makes him feel sick, and he pushes away from the wall, turning away and dragging his fingers through his hair. he has to walk away towards the window because he needs more space, and then he stops there and turns around again, leaning against the wall.]
How'd I die, Keigo? I was fightin' that piece'a shit and then I don't remember anythin' after that.