[ Dabi wants to think up ways to retaliate, but as he walks out of there, his mind is blank. It's better that way, though. It keeps him from spiraling, from thinking about all the ways he fucked up and this whole thing with Shigaraki has been the stupidest thing he's ever willingly put himself through.
Shigaraki knows his weakness and will use it time and time again. It's his own damn fault for having a weakness in the first place. He shouldn't have been left with one after all he's endured, but he was and he wants to get rid of it.
He walks for a good, long while, making sure his emotions are right back where they're supposed to be. Nowhere near the surface. He doesn't have time for this garbage, or his own fears. He wants to kill someone instead, but he knows that'll barely alleviate anything, and what he does instead is pick out the staples on his arm and lets his fire loose on his skin. It goes deep, his pure flesh turning into more dark scarred skin, though the color doesn't quite match up just yet. It isn't the same type of fire as what did this to him. Still, it's good enough, and Dabi presses each and every staple back in, then heads back to the hideout, a sense of renewed calmness settling into him.
When he gets there and sees Shigaraki still waiting in his room, he just stares at him before heading inside. He kicks the couch to shake the other man up, then starts undoing his pants. ]
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Shigaraki knows his weakness and will use it time and time again. It's his own damn fault for having a weakness in the first place. He shouldn't have been left with one after all he's endured, but he was and he wants to get rid of it.
He walks for a good, long while, making sure his emotions are right back where they're supposed to be. Nowhere near the surface. He doesn't have time for this garbage, or his own fears. He wants to kill someone instead, but he knows that'll barely alleviate anything, and what he does instead is pick out the staples on his arm and lets his fire loose on his skin. It goes deep, his pure flesh turning into more dark scarred skin, though the color doesn't quite match up just yet. It isn't the same type of fire as what did this to him. Still, it's good enough, and Dabi presses each and every staple back in, then heads back to the hideout, a sense of renewed calmness settling into him.
When he gets there and sees Shigaraki still waiting in his room, he just stares at him before heading inside. He kicks the couch to shake the other man up, then starts undoing his pants. ]
I want you to suck me off.