[ maybe keigo really will always be dabi's bird. he doesn't want to lose this again. that kind of pain was too much.
he knows neither of them can really make up for what they took from each other, but maybe this will open up the chance for them to at least try. dabi wouldn't have thought he could do it before, but things might be different now. he wants to at least try.
it's funny how keigo seems to be the one blushing, but then once dabi thinks about it, he can feel the heat on his cheeks as well, when keigo says he likes it. it's far more visible now without his scars. he isn't really sure if keigo likes it or not, though. ]
Still hasn't felt all that much like home.
[because there was one thing missing. the stuff has helped a bit, because he could just pretend, but he could only pretend for so long.
dabi stops at the edge of the bed even once he's tugged, just watching keigo climb onto the bed. it hits him hard how many times he yearned for this very thing. to come home and flop onto the bed and just curl into keigo, forgetting about everything else... and now he's about to do just that. he feels his stupid emotions welling up again as he climbs into bed. he was going to keep some space between them, but he can't help but do what he's been dying to do all this time.
he lays on the bed once keigo does and curls into his middle, wrapping his arms around his waist. he buries his face into keigo's waist as well, and there's immediately wetness on his face. this is all he's wanted.]
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he knows neither of them can really make up for what they took from each other, but maybe this will open up the chance for them to at least try. dabi wouldn't have thought he could do it before, but things might be different now. he wants to at least try.
it's funny how keigo seems to be the one blushing, but then once dabi thinks about it, he can feel the heat on his cheeks as well, when keigo says he likes it. it's far more visible now without his scars. he isn't really sure if keigo likes it or not, though. ]
Still hasn't felt all that much like home.
[because there was one thing missing. the stuff has helped a bit, because he could just pretend, but he could only pretend for so long.
dabi stops at the edge of the bed even once he's tugged, just watching keigo climb onto the bed. it hits him hard how many times he yearned for this very thing. to come home and flop onto the bed and just curl into keigo, forgetting about everything else... and now he's about to do just that. he feels his stupid emotions welling up again as he climbs into bed. he was going to keep some space between them, but he can't help but do what he's been dying to do all this time.
he lays on the bed once keigo does and curls into his middle, wrapping his arms around his waist. he buries his face into keigo's waist as well, and there's immediately wetness on his face. this is all he's wanted.]