[ dabi is taken aback by the force of the punch to his face, staples ripping along his cheek and blood filling his mouth immediately. he lifts his hand to his pace, ready to glare hard, but keigo gets grabbed instead and dabi tenses hard, trying to gather the strength to get up.
in his head, he'd love nothing more than to beat the shit out of his father. he has visions of being able to strangle him and watch his eyes roll to the back of his head.
for once though, it doesn't get worse right away, but dabi knows better than to say anything when keigo is far too close to endeavor, still completely naked. at those words, he knows he has to act, and he starts to try and push himself up to stand, pain shooting through his whole body. he barely makes it up before he collapses back down again, but then he squeezes his eyes shut and tries again. the last thing he wants is for keigo to have to clean up his blood and cum from the floor. this is bad enough as it is.
when he's almost standing he opens his eyes, but his vision is swimming from that punch to the face. when was the last time he even ate? he doesn't remember, but it doesn't help with how everything spins in front of him. he can feel his knees getting weak, but he won't let himself fall back down. he looks at keigo instead, trying to keep his breathing steady. ]
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in his head, he'd love nothing more than to beat the shit out of his father. he has visions of being able to strangle him and watch his eyes roll to the back of his head.
for once though, it doesn't get worse right away, but dabi knows better than to say anything when keigo is far too close to endeavor, still completely naked. at those words, he knows he has to act, and he starts to try and push himself up to stand, pain shooting through his whole body. he barely makes it up before he collapses back down again, but then he squeezes his eyes shut and tries again. the last thing he wants is for keigo to have to clean up his blood and cum from the floor. this is bad enough as it is.
when he's almost standing he opens his eyes, but his vision is swimming from that punch to the face. when was the last time he even ate? he doesn't remember, but it doesn't help with how everything spins in front of him. he can feel his knees getting weak, but he won't let himself fall back down. he looks at keigo instead, trying to keep his breathing steady. ]