[ dabi has always felt the edges of misery and worthlessness creeping up on him on all sides, threatening to pull him under and end his life for good. but never has he felt it more than he does now.
it's because he had something better. he had something with keigo.
he wants to curl up and die, and he knows he could. if he just lights one more flame across his skin it could be the end for him. there's a part of him that doesn't care anymore. if keigo knows, endeavor knows, and they'll come at them with full force, taking him down before he accomplishes any of his goals. what's the point?
he's so tired. he doesn't know what to trust anymore.
when keigo speaks, his fingers curl into his hair even tighter. he wants to get up and stop him, because he knows it can't be good for him, but also because he doesn't want to hear this. he doesn't believe keigo and he wants to scream in his face and make him stop, but he can't.
dabi wonders for a moment, what this would have been like in another life. if he would have whispered his name under the sheets with every kiss along keigo's skin, or spent a night like this drinking lazily under the moonlight under the stars with his...
but that's not how it is, and this is their life instead. what a stupid thing to think about at a time like this. he doesn't even know where it comes from.
no. that's a lie. he knows exactly where it comes from. it comes from keigo. ]
Stop! Stop!
[he slides his hands over his ears, smoke curling over his head.]
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it's because he had something better. he had something with keigo.
he wants to curl up and die, and he knows he could. if he just lights one more flame across his skin it could be the end for him. there's a part of him that doesn't care anymore. if keigo knows, endeavor knows, and they'll come at them with full force, taking him down before he accomplishes any of his goals. what's the point?
he's so tired. he doesn't know what to trust anymore.
when keigo speaks, his fingers curl into his hair even tighter. he wants to get up and stop him, because he knows it can't be good for him, but also because he doesn't want to hear this. he doesn't believe keigo and he wants to scream in his face and make him stop, but he can't.
dabi wonders for a moment, what this would have been like in another life. if he would have whispered his name under the sheets with every kiss along keigo's skin, or spent a night like this drinking lazily under the moonlight under the stars with his...
but that's not how it is, and this is their life instead. what a stupid thing to think about at a time like this. he doesn't even know where it comes from.
no. that's a lie. he knows exactly where it comes from. it comes from keigo. ]
Stop! Stop!
[he slides his hands over his ears, smoke curling over his head.]