[ Dabi would have shoved Shigaraki off completely if he hadn't moved right when he did. Even so, he's pulling back, squirming away from the other man so he can sit up. He doesn't have time to tuck himself away or clean the mess up from between his legs before he's wrapping his arms around himself, squeezing his eyes shut as he groans, feeling his flames want to rise to the surface.
He gasps, digging his fingers into his scarred flesh, trying to control it with pain, with something so he doesn't end up lighting this whole place up with his flames. He practically tumbles off the couch as he tries to move away from Shigaraki and sits curled up in the middle of the floor, bringing his legs up to his chest, gripping his hair hard.
Dabi remembers how many times this used to happen, and how much it used to hurt, but none of that mattered because he was a goddamn Todoroki and nothing else was more important than that. He's pretty sure he can already smell his skin burning, and it's so sickening, every inch of him hurts so much. ]
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He gasps, digging his fingers into his scarred flesh, trying to control it with pain, with something so he doesn't end up lighting this whole place up with his flames. He practically tumbles off the couch as he tries to move away from Shigaraki and sits curled up in the middle of the floor, bringing his legs up to his chest, gripping his hair hard.
Dabi remembers how many times this used to happen, and how much it used to hurt, but none of that mattered because he was a goddamn Todoroki and nothing else was more important than that. He's pretty sure he can already smell his skin burning, and it's so sickening, every inch of him hurts so much. ]