[keigo does quietly note how careful dabi is with his fire to the hero’s wings. he’d smile if his lips weren’t practically frozen.
maybe he’s a little dramatic to the cold. but. fuck. it’s freezing.
at the top of the stairs, keigo eyes dabi, watching the villain scout before working on the heater. he can just imagine the heat that would warm him up, dry him off and-]
What do you mean it’s busted?!
[keigo can’t stop the whine. he also can’t stop the way he steps closer and closer to dabi, putting on his best puppy-dog eyes.]
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maybe he’s a little dramatic to the cold. but. fuck. it’s freezing.
at the top of the stairs, keigo eyes dabi, watching the villain scout before working on the heater. he can just imagine the heat that would warm him up, dry him off and-]
What do you mean it’s busted?!
[keigo can’t stop the whine. he also can’t stop the way he steps closer and closer to dabi, putting on his best puppy-dog eyes.]
Come on, hot stuff. Can’t you warm me up?