[ dabi doesn't know why it didn't click for keigo. why it never clicked for anyone. he knows most of it was because of endeavor's money and power, but what about the rest of them? all these pro-heroes, so blind to what's in front of them.
dabi had told the truth about endeavor to all of them.
but he's too tired to be angry now. he has no more fight left in him. he keeps his gaze pinned to a stain on the floor- dried blood maybe, from previous incidents in his father's bedroom. he's really trying to just stay detached and not get sick. that's the last thing they need right now. his father will only hurt him further if he pukes on the floor.
he can't look at keigo, though. he doesn't know if he'll ever be able to look at his face after what happened here tonight. he doesn't notice the small smile, or look at the way the other man cleans up his messy wounds. he doesn't deserve this comfort, and if he lets himself have it, it'll only feel worse later.
the only thing that gets him to stop staring blankly is when keigo starts examining the suppressors. he tenses up, furrowing his eyebrows as he watches keigo looking them over as if he might be familiar with them. he wonders if the former hero knows how to take them off and put them on. of course he would. this is what the pro-heroes all use.
it's a flicker of hope that he tries to squash down again. he can't. it won't work. it'll end badly just like this did. still, he can't help but ask. he's so tired of being this cold all the time. ]
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Date: 2021-04-02 01:04 am (UTC)dabi had told the truth about endeavor to all of them.
but he's too tired to be angry now. he has no more fight left in him. he keeps his gaze pinned to a stain on the floor- dried blood maybe, from previous incidents in his father's bedroom. he's really trying to just stay detached and not get sick. that's the last thing they need right now. his father will only hurt him further if he pukes on the floor.
he can't look at keigo, though. he doesn't know if he'll ever be able to look at his face after what happened here tonight. he doesn't notice the small smile, or look at the way the other man cleans up his messy wounds. he doesn't deserve this comfort, and if he lets himself have it, it'll only feel worse later.
the only thing that gets him to stop staring blankly is when keigo starts examining the suppressors. he tenses up, furrowing his eyebrows as he watches keigo looking them over as if he might be familiar with them. he wonders if the former hero knows how to take them off and put them on. of course he would. this is what the pro-heroes all use.
it's a flicker of hope that he tries to squash down again. he can't. it won't work. it'll end badly just like this did. still, he can't help but ask. he's so tired of being this cold all the time. ]
Do ya know how to get 'em off?