[ dabi knows he deserves this, but keigo doesn't. he dragged him into it, though. he was so stupid, so foolish to reach out. of course his father was going to use the situation in the worst possible way.
he can't even be angry at keigo anymore. whatever betrayal was there before, how can it even matter after this?
he knows he has to snap out of this and get himself together by the time his father comes back. more will be expected of him, over and over again. he wonders if it's always going to be this way now. his father using them together. or will he still be dragged out separately once his father comes home from a stressful day and use him until he feels better?
his thoughts are murky and drifting to all of this, and just how disgusting he is because of it. he's nothing now. he's skin and bones. he'll die soon, and this is the last thing he'll ever have to offer.
keigo's pleading voice brings him back though, and he wonders if he's being selfish with this too. the faster he fixes himself up, the more he can help keigo. even if he isn't strong, he can at least try to protect his... no. keigo isn't his bird anymore. not when things are like this.
but he finally extends his hands, holding his wrists out. there's visible damage, but also healed damage from all the other times and the way the quirk repressing cuffs cut his skin as well. his hands are shaking, but he places them in keigo's outstretched hands, and he suddenly feels like puking again. ]
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Date: 2021-04-01 04:45 pm (UTC)he can't even be angry at keigo anymore. whatever betrayal was there before, how can it even matter after this?
he knows he has to snap out of this and get himself together by the time his father comes back. more will be expected of him, over and over again. he wonders if it's always going to be this way now. his father using them together. or will he still be dragged out separately once his father comes home from a stressful day and use him until he feels better?
his thoughts are murky and drifting to all of this, and just how disgusting he is because of it. he's nothing now. he's skin and bones. he'll die soon, and this is the last thing he'll ever have to offer.
keigo's pleading voice brings him back though, and he wonders if he's being selfish with this too. the faster he fixes himself up, the more he can help keigo. even if he isn't strong, he can at least try to protect his... no. keigo isn't his bird anymore. not when things are like this.
but he finally extends his hands, holding his wrists out. there's visible damage, but also healed damage from all the other times and the way the quirk repressing cuffs cut his skin as well. his hands are shaking, but he places them in keigo's outstretched hands, and he suddenly feels like puking again. ]