[It feels like his stomach is being dragged through a pit of broken glass. Each word threatening to slice or stab him right in the gut. The final blow never comes though, and he eases up on the tension building inside of him just a tiny bit. Still, even with this relief, Dabi's words are a lot to take in.]
Shut up. [He says softly without the usual malice.] Kiss me. Please.
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Date: 2018-08-02 02:44 am (UTC)Shut up. [He says softly without the usual malice.] Kiss me. Please.