[touya always did look his best when crying. even if the tears are blood now, he's still a sight to see. endeavor recalls fondly licking them up when he was younger, before touya morphed into dabi.

he still holds the same desire though.

endeavor knows that dabi isn't broken yet. not when he's leaping up like that, shouting to get his bird free. immediately, he backhands his son with a flaming hand, not caring if he sears dabi's flesh. what was one more scar?

however, it does stop him from burning hawks' back even further. the ex-hero stumbles and endeavor takes the brief second to shove him forward and pressing a foot to his back, to keep hawks pinned. it won't last long. he knows the former hero will eventually start to fight back once he gain's his bearings.

taking that time, he takes dabi's neck into hand and squeezes, repeating his earlier motion by cutting off the air flow. he wouldn't kill dabi here. not now. but he doesn't care if the brat loses consciousness.]

That tongue always never knew when to stop. It's why I always had to keep that mouth full.

[he hisses, glaring hard down at his eldest.]

I already can do whatever I want to your body. But there's something more you can give, something I'll take, one way or another. You'll break and beg in ways you've never done before.