[there it is. that familiar anger. he's done this enough times with dabi, and he's going down this road again. he knows he earns it though, the burning passion of heat that would burn him if he's not careful.
keigo isn't sure he can take another round of heat and fire again.
he hates that he can't talk, that he's forced to rely on the phone to speak for him. he's already typing as dabi shouts at him, flinching when he thinks the villain might actually use his fire against him, but he only gets up instead.]
I didn't tell you because you could have been working with my handlers. I've spent a majority of my life terrified of them, that if they even knew I was trying to kill them off, I would be killed myself, or worst. They don't work on the side that's good or bad, just on the side that comes off as morally right and whoever lines their pockets with money.
[he breathes out, looking down at the ground. he hates this. he hates being so raw and open. he hates that they're in this position again. why did dabi have to forget? it would have been easier to be sure the villain got home before keigo tried to hide away in shadows and dark alleys.
the phones drops from his hand as dabi collapses to his knees. worriedly, he crawls forward, afraid to touch dabi, but needing to look over the villain.
before he can reach to touch him though, the angry demand is there, and keigo backs off. he takes back the phone, typing hurriedly, making several typed errors that he tries to fix.]
You've always fixated on Endeavor before, and last night, when he was brought up, you only got angrier. I just assumed.
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keigo isn't sure he can take another round of heat and fire again.
he hates that he can't talk, that he's forced to rely on the phone to speak for him. he's already typing as dabi shouts at him, flinching when he thinks the villain might actually use his fire against him, but he only gets up instead.]
I didn't tell you because you could have been working with my handlers. I've spent a majority of my life terrified of them, that if they even knew I was trying to kill them off, I would be killed myself, or worst. They don't work on the side that's good or bad, just on the side that comes off as morally right and whoever lines their pockets with money.
[he breathes out, looking down at the ground. he hates this. he hates being so raw and open. he hates that they're in this position again. why did dabi have to forget? it would have been easier to be sure the villain got home before keigo tried to hide away in shadows and dark alleys.
the phones drops from his hand as dabi collapses to his knees. worriedly, he crawls forward, afraid to touch dabi, but needing to look over the villain.
before he can reach to touch him though, the angry demand is there, and keigo backs off. he takes back the phone, typing hurriedly, making several typed errors that he tries to fix.]
You've always fixated on Endeavor before, and last night, when he was brought up, you only got angrier. I just assumed.