[this problem could be so easily solved if he could just give dabi a glimpse of everything that happened. but, maybe that would also anger his villain in a different way, that he held back such information for the portion of the day.
although, he really did want dabi to get himself healed and looked into. he's so worried over the villain's burns and eyes.
he can't push any of this off any longer. dabi was about to spiral, and keigo needed to keep him from using his quirk. although, this would fan some of that anger too. like a bandaid, he had to rip it off. still, it's hard to get his head into the game, holding tight to the phone, listening as dabi's anger grows.
he swallows, but calms his nerves, and begins to force himself to type. like dabi, he didn't want to do this now, however, he had to. putting it off meant that he was hiding something. keigo wasn't. he just...hated their fighting. he hated the anger, the thing that fans dabi's flames.]
Last night, I told you I was hired as a spy by the Hero Commission. But I'm not a spy. I really did want to meet you, to provide you intel so you would kill my handlers. I never provided the hero commission with anything but the knowledge they already knew. I know it's wrong that I didn't tell you before. I shouldn't have hidden it, but I was scared that I would fall into a trap set by my handlers.
[keigo trembles, hating that he's coming to admit this all over again. if dabi were to get beyond angry again, to threaten and leave, keigo would be alone again. he can't justify returning to his handlers, not without reason enough to be locked away in a cage.
and there's only one reason he can think of to return to them.
keigo's fingers itch to type more, babble and reveal everything in one go, but he stops himself this time. it didn't work well in his favor the previous night. and, why try when dabi might push him away anyway?]
We fought. Over and over. I told you about the tracking device. I've always assumed you ordered it on me. And, from there, you assumed I was going to bring the heroes to us, and I wasn't. I've only been wanting to get away from my handlers since they first started to sell me. We fought again, and we ended up separating, and that's when you said it, about your dad.
no subject
although, he really did want dabi to get himself healed and looked into. he's so worried over the villain's burns and eyes.
he can't push any of this off any longer. dabi was about to spiral, and keigo needed to keep him from using his quirk. although, this would fan some of that anger too. like a bandaid, he had to rip it off. still, it's hard to get his head into the game, holding tight to the phone, listening as dabi's anger grows.
he swallows, but calms his nerves, and begins to force himself to type. like dabi, he didn't want to do this now, however, he had to. putting it off meant that he was hiding something. keigo wasn't. he just...hated their fighting. he hated the anger, the thing that fans dabi's flames.]
Last night, I told you I was hired as a spy by the Hero Commission. But I'm not a spy. I really did want to meet you, to provide you intel so you would kill my handlers. I never provided the hero commission with anything but the knowledge they already knew. I know it's wrong that I didn't tell you before. I shouldn't have hidden it, but I was scared that I would fall into a trap set by my handlers.
[keigo trembles, hating that he's coming to admit this all over again. if dabi were to get beyond angry again, to threaten and leave, keigo would be alone again. he can't justify returning to his handlers, not without reason enough to be locked away in a cage.
and there's only one reason he can think of to return to them.
keigo's fingers itch to type more, babble and reveal everything in one go, but he stops himself this time. it didn't work well in his favor the previous night. and, why try when dabi might push him away anyway?]
We fought. Over and over. I told you about the tracking device. I've always assumed you ordered it on me. And, from there, you assumed I was going to bring the heroes to us, and I wasn't. I've only been wanting to get away from my handlers since they first started to sell me. We fought again, and we ended up separating, and that's when you said it, about your dad.