I don't give a shit. He ain't gonna fuckin' ruin you anymore because'a me!
[ endeavor would only know keigo knew he was alive if he knew he came back here. he has no idea what's going on it that real world though, or what keigo is letting on. he has no idea why keigo came back here in the first place.
he can't do this right now, not like this. keigo has unearthed too much trauma, too many words that he was so used to hearing, that he thought he put behind him.
when keigo says those final words, the ones dabi had heard more than anything in his life, all while he was being abused, he loses it. his eyes go wide and he scrambles off the bed, his chest tightening so hard that he can't breathe.
it's almost like his biggest nightmare is right back here facing him again in the form of keigo. he can't do this. ]
No... no. Don't you dare fucking.... no. No.
[he shakes his head and he can't stop. he needs to get out of here. he feels his skin tightening and burning and he wants to rip it off all over again.]
I can't... I can't fuckin' do this. I can't listen to this bullshit! Why are you doing this to me?!
[he's out of the bedroom in a flash, going for the kitchen. he grabs a bottle and goes through his kitchen drawers, grabbing a knife.]
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[ endeavor would only know keigo knew he was alive if he knew he came back here. he has no idea what's going on it that real world though, or what keigo is letting on. he has no idea why keigo came back here in the first place.
he can't do this right now, not like this. keigo has unearthed too much trauma, too many words that he was so used to hearing, that he thought he put behind him.
when keigo says those final words, the ones dabi had heard more than anything in his life, all while he was being abused, he loses it. his eyes go wide and he scrambles off the bed, his chest tightening so hard that he can't breathe.
it's almost like his biggest nightmare is right back here facing him again in the form of keigo. he can't do this. ]
No... no. Don't you dare fucking.... no. No.
[he shakes his head and he can't stop. he needs to get out of here. he feels his skin tightening and burning and he wants to rip it off all over again.]
I can't... I can't fuckin' do this. I can't listen to this bullshit! Why are you doing this to me?!
[he's out of the bedroom in a flash, going for the kitchen. he grabs a bottle and goes through his kitchen drawers, grabbing a knife.]