[ Dabi narrows his eyes, but lets Shigaraki yank him around some more, concentrating on the pain and the tingle against his scalp. He never has this problem. He's always with people who are too damn selfish to ever care about reciprocation, and while he knows it's not selflessness that's motivating Shigaraki, or a need to give back, it's still a problem all the same. ]
I'm not going to run, asshole. I don't run from anything.
[They're all monsters, is the thing, so Dabi doesn't expect to have any choice in this. He's already gearing himself up for the inevitable when Shigaraki lets go of his hair. Hands clenching into fists, he looks up at the other man and he tries to settle that bored look right back on his face.]
that's some sanctimonious bullshit right there. i've seen enough where i know what heroes are and what they truly wanna do. you're one of em so your opinion doesn't really mean shit.
[Dabi spits out, moving to stand in front of Shoto, eyes narrowing in frustration. He wants to lift his arms and blast him with his blue flames, burn him up right where he sits. But wouldn't that be the most pathetic thing of all?
Dabi lets out a low growl, extinguishing his flames. He shouldn't have come here at all. Shoto, as always, is a waste of his time, and Dabi turns to leave. ]
[Pathetic?? The word makes his eyes narrow, a muscle clenched in his jaw pulsing. It shouldn't be so easy to get to him. After all, he'd asked for this, hadn't he? He'd dared him to come, and he was still doing it, pushing for something he didn't actually want.
But Dabi's here, isn't he? He's here, and they're looking at each other, lit by that blue fire, and for a moment Shouto wonders if he really will do it, and why that thought doesn't bother him nearly as much as it should. He'd never thought he was so willing to--
--well. Not that it matters, because Dabi's extinguishing that fire and turning to leave, and there's a strange feeling of disappointment in that, an ache unfulfilled. It shouldn't have been that easy. He doesn't want it to be that easy.]
I can't. I already told you that.
[All it takes is Shouto stepping down off the edge of his open room and down into the yard, and there's frost spreading along the ground, erupting into a wall of mirror-like ice blocking Dabi's path.]
Would it make you feel better if I fought back? Made you feel like I deserve it?
[ Dabi says as he watches Keigo rip open the package with one of his feathers. He takes the pliers from him, testing them out. They seem to be just the right size. ]
Now come back over here and watch.
[He rather liked having Keigo pressed against his back while he does this, even if it really is gross.]
[The attack on the Pro-heroes hadn't gone quite as planned, and now they're a person down and gone into hiding for the time being. The pro-heroes took quite a hit as well, but not as bad as shigaraki had been hoping for. He had wanted to attack again while the pro-heroes were down, but Dabi figured if they got out without any casualties this time, they should just call it a day until the next time they could plan better. he doesn't want to miss his chance again.
Dabi hates it, but there was no opportunity to hit Endeavor head on, even if they had wounded him and a several other pros. This is not the way he wanted any of it to go down, so now he has to wait patiently all over again.
He got out pretty cleanly this time, but the destruction they caused was massive, and as much as he actually wanted to go see Nemuri when she got out of the hospital, he didn't know if he should. Disappearing was a much better option, at least until he knew that all her shitty pro-hero friends had pulled through. He knows he shouldn't give a shit about that, but he ended up staying away anyway, just in case. It's not as if he feels bad or anything... he just doesn't want to see that disappointed look on her face.
By the time he does go to see her, he knows she's been out for a little while. He's not sure if she's back at work completely, or if she's still taking some time to recover, but he does watch her leave her building one night, so he knows she's out and about, whatever she's doing. He doesn't break in, he just waits at the side of the building, lurking in the shadows as he waits for her to get back.]
[ Nemuri had not been involved in the skirmish, and in fact, no one had told her that it was taking place until it was over. She hadn't been allowed to watch TV while she was in the hospital because her doctor didn't want stress to interfere with her healing process, and of course, no one had called her or sent her any messages because... well, they were too busy fighting.
She'd only heard about it when the neighboring rooms filled up with her colleagues, and it was with horror that she realized that she missed a major battle - not that she could've done anything about it if she'd known, anyway.
Yamada took her home about ten days later. Recovery Girl could only heal her sparingly the following days after the fight. Nemuri insisted upon it as well, because other Pro Heroes needed Recovery Girl's Quirk more urgently. As such, Nemuri had to wait longer in the hospital for her grafts to heal before she could leave.
Her close friends were alright, thank goodness, which left her wondering how Dabi was doing - and if he was instrumental in orchestrating this attack. The thought made her stomach ball itself into knots.
She never expected to see him again. Their last conversation seemed final, and the fact that he'd left the sunflower... It felt like he was closing that door.
However, she still found herself occasionally looking into the shadows - maybe wondering if she'd see his blue eyes gleaming at her from the dark. ]
[ dabi doesn't know how deep hawks' respect for endeavor goes. he'd be utterly disgusted. hopefully he doesn't have any endeavor memorabilia laying around- dabi might have to burn it.
he keeps his head down until the door opens, his blue eyes catching hawks' golden ones before he slips inside and looks around, not bothering to take his boots off.
as expected, hawks' place is huge, fancy, with all the amenities that anyone could ask for and probably doesn't even need. fucking pro-heroes. he's not here to be mad about it though, so whatever. they'll all get theirs, soon enough. ]
Your guards are a fuckin' joke. They're just here to watch you, not the rest of us.
[he mutters, pulling his mask off, following by his hood, sending his hair spiking in all directions.]
[thankfully, hawks doesn't keep endeavor memorabilia around, save for the little stuffed doll hidden away at a bedside drawer.
he was more worried of endeavor visiting and seeing it than anything else, so he keeps the respect of the number one hero to himself.
dabi's eyes are piercing as always, to the point that keigo would like to spend more time analyzing them than he needs to. the villain coming inside snaps his gaze, which the hero is thankful for. maybe he should jest out loud how dabi could put a hero like him to a halt with his eyes alone. he doesn't. but he's tempted.]
Bingo, right on the dot. When you're in the program, they like to keep tabs on you.
[he chuckles, closing and locking the door. he turns around in time to catch the spikes of hair getting free.]
Oh. There's a variety in the liquor cabinet over there. If you want water or anything cold, check the fridge. Should be stocked.
[he states with a small wave of his hand, heading over to the couch to take a seat. he already has a cold beer out, although it's probably a little bit more warm now. he's been nursing it while waiting on dabi's arrival.]
[the night is long. too long. he had accepted death, had assumed he would die by endeavor's hands that evening when he confronted the man. the plan was practically perfect, fully proofed, with no way the public could ignore it.
yet, instead of meeting that man, instead of being burnt to ash and dust, he was instead going to the familiar abandoned warehouse, to seek out the one that plagued him. his thoughts were a complete mess, his body fucked up without his wings, but he still couldn't get enough of dabi. why was he doing this? why couldn't he just break dabi and at least get justice for the man he felt so strongly for?
if he thought anymore of it, he would go insane, he's sure. he allowed dabi to talk him out of it, so instead he was on his way to see the villain, bag of cat food in hand. dabi said it was a final goodbye, but was it? they said that before. keigo didn't want to say goodbye. not unless he could leave this rotten world too. everything was just so unfair.
he's dressed down, in civilian clothes. his back is still sore, and keigo is positive he feels the hints of his wings, but they're not there. nothing was there.
when he comes up to the warehouse, keigo first hears the cats meowing before anything. he swallows and knocks on the beat-up door first.]
Dabi, it's me.
[he says quietly after being sure no one was around to hear, and then begins to enter the warehouse. thankfully, it's not too bright, enough to cover the defeated look in his eyes and the puffiness beneath them. he's still upset and angry. he feels like giving up. there was nothing left.
but, in a way, hearing the cats again, mewling for attention or food, it makes him feel a little more better in a way.
of course, he wanted to avoid getting too close to them. instincts have him wary of cats, naturally.]
[ dabi knows that when it comes down to it, keigo doesn't matter to endeavor. it's his obsession with him that counts, and that's what he can use. he knows what he has to do, even if he hates it with every fiber of his being.
keigo was always a bird brain, but dabi hopes maybe this one time he can be smart. that maybe he'll get it. he already knows that endeavor is going to be watching and listening somehow, so this is his only choice.
what keigo sees on dabi's body- the way he's lost so much more weight, the blood, the bruises- and in his dull eyes, hopefully it'll be enough. and if not? it'll have a different outcome. ]
Got no reason to try anythin' funny, daddy. We had a deal.
[keigo... no. hawks. hawks is used to this by now. he'll be fine. it's better than if it was natsuo, he tells himself. deep down he knows hawks would agree.
he heads out of his room, heading for the stairs and he realizes how damn sore he still is. it's even worse that he's cooped up in that room without any fresh air, and without his quirk to warm him. he'll be fine, though. he just has to get through this. he has to pause at the end of the stairs though, feeling like he can't breathe while bile rises to his throat. he twists at another staple and reminds himself that it was all a job. this isn't keigo anymore. it's hawks.
so he continues on, heading over to where keigo is waiting.]
[what was he doing here? why was he actually here? sure, he could have denied endeavor and dabi's request to get him here. it's not like he needs closure. he's grown accustomed to his new life. really, it feels like he's on automatic most days, just watching the days come and go.
but receiving the message from endeavor regarding dabi...
he's not sure he believes it, honestly. there's nothing for the villain to forgive, not when the previous night left them on a sour note. however, if it's really needed for dabi's rehabilitation program, then he could manage. give dabi the closure he needed or whatever so he can be a subject to society again.
it's still a little strange to wait around the todoroki residence like this, arms wrapped around his body as he tries not to flinch. he's dressed in tight, dark pants along with the slinky shirt that would normally show off his wings. it's an outfit he disapproves of now, but one his handlers demand he dress in. keigo isn't sure why. his back looks hideous with the scars there.
he notes quietly that he hasn't seen the villain since the day he betrayed them, the day he killed twice and lost his wings. it's a day he tries not to think about, but always somehow manages to do so each day now. just need to get this over with, he tells himself. at least this should be far easier on his body than his actual work. emotionally, maybe not. but he can make it quick, right? he's sure dabi doesn't actually forgive him and this is a stunt to move ahead with his stupid program.
keigo perks up when he hears the footsteps coming down the stairs. he recognizes those steps, far different than endeavor's heavier ones. he's glad the hero isn't here. keigo isn't exactly in friendly moods with the man that gave his handlers the idea of the century regarding his new work. no. try not to think of it. he needs to hurry this up with dabi and leave.
however, his urgency to leave begins to settle as he comes to take in the form of his old lover. frail. dull. practically lifeless. not at all what he expected to see. it's like they were drugging dabi. he didn't recall that being in the requirements of his program. but, then again, he really didn't read too far into it. dabi was no longer his problem, and at that time, he never expected to see the villain again.]
What happened to you?
[he tries not to add such concern in there, but fuck, how can he just ignore months of actual feelings he once felt for this man?]
[ the small pout is all dabi really needs to sooth his aggravated nerves ones again. stupid, he tells himself yet again, to let something so small and sentimental get to him.
dabi wants to break the seal and look inside. he wants to see what the heroes could have had their hands on. but... if someone is watching... no. dabi still doesn't trust hawks enough for that. or maybe it's just that they're out in the open. he's dying to know what's inside, though. he wonders if his true identity is among these papers.
he looks at hawks again, eyes narrowing for a moment as he watches him. if hawks knew who he really was, would he still be standing here in front of him like this? probably not. ]
...Not bad.
[he's really admitting it. out loud. hawks better realize how big that is.
[keigo is waiting for dabi to tell him to buzz off now that they’re done for the evening. really, the hero doesn’t expect more than that, even if he wants more.
just how bad did he have it for this guy? it might become a problem if keigo doesn’t get a handle on it.
one thing he knows for sure is that dabi won’t open the envelope up, and that’s fine. keigo didn’t need to read it. he works in his own way and would determine who the league was without other intel.
catching dabi’s eyes, keigo tilts his head curiously, idly wondering what was going through the villain’s head when the compliment is suddenly stated out loud. keigo blinks in surprise, his wings fluffing in appreciation. he tries to hide a smile next.
yeah. he really was like a puppy.
he’s not even sure what to say either. he doesn’t want to embarrass either of them, or come off too arrogant. so, keigo settles for nodding his head in gratitude.
he can feel embarrassed later on when he’s alone and realizing how excited he got for the small acknowledgment from dabi.]
[Dabi gets there early enough to scout the place out. it's one of his shittier hideouts so he's not too torn up about losing it tonight. he doesn't trust coming back here after this.
if this even happens.
he's willing to bet Shoto will chicken out, or stick by his morals. something ridiculous like that. then again, Dabi is pretty sure shit like this is in their blood. seems like this is Shoto's first time, though, and that definitely makes this even better.
the place leaves much to be desired. it's like any abandoned building would be. dirty, run down- at least there's a worn out mattress in the corner, but Dabi has other ideas as he waits.]
[Each step took Shouto deeper into the darker side of town, the perfect area for villain activity that wasn't as highly monitored by heroes. And the deeper he trekked, the more he questioned if this was the right thing to do.
Well... perhaps 'right' wasn't the right word, more so an instinctual need that kept moving him forward without turning back. Was it the draw of the taboo of it all? Or perhaps something deeper ingrained that craved the attention from his older brother that he always wanted, but could never have. Even as a child all he wished to do was reach out, but something, or someone, always got in the way.
Once he reached what he assumed was the right building (double checking the address once again), dilapidated and abandoned as expected, he paused for the first time since going. But it was just for a moment. He squeezed through a rusted door on its last hinges before taking the flights of creaky stairs to where he assumed his brother would be waiting for him.]
[maybe he should be a little grateful that their arguments don't last too long. gods. waiting for them to cool down and makeup was always extremely heartbreaking in a way. he hated being away from the villain after so much time.
somehow, they're able to talk over whatever their issues can be far sooner. it wasn't even twenty-four hours. and, keigo didn't have to initiate it either.
he likes it when dabi comes to him. the apology is always so much better this way.
the villain's verbal response earns a chuckle, but on the inside, he just wants to repeat it over and over. he might have done that too, if dabi wasn't sealing his lips in a very wanted kiss. keigo hums, kissing back just as slow and passionate. like this, he can almost pretend they're so much more than fuck buddies.
as he gets lost in the kiss, keigo starts to deepen it, lips parting to drag his tongue out to lick over dabi's mouth hungrily. he's really trying to pace himself here, but between dabi's sweet apology and those pretty words earlier, it ruffles his wings with a hungry purpose. he can't get too lost in this. not yet. not without proper permission.
so just as quick as his tongue is there, he returns it to his mouth.]
Hey, Dabi, can I...
[how does he ask this? without the villain freaking out?]
[ it's kind of insane how much they don't want to be apart now. it's the only good thing about hawks staying here at the mansion. dabi still hates it though. he'd much rather be curled up like this in keigo's bed, back home. keigo's home.... right. not his, but it was starting to feel that way.
maybe that's been adding to a lot of his frustration lately.
but he isn't thinking about that frustration here and now. not when he's kissing keigo deeply, and his pretty bird is kissing back. this is much better than if keigo slept alone on Jin's floor tonight, and Dabi slept here wondering where the fuck he was.
he lets the kiss deepen easily, wanting nothing more than to fall into it. he's already so hot and ready for it, hands sliding up keigo's back, ready to move into those wings like he loves to do.
he's just about ready to shift them and roll on top of keigo when the hero pulls back, and dabi isn't sure why they're stopping, but keigo suddenly looks as hesitant as his words. and then dabi blinks, pulling back a bit. ]
[ he's already chastising himself for giving in so easily. he shouldn't care and just like always, he should just cut this whole thing off and go back to how it should have been.
that would be the smart thing to do. the logical thing to do. but nothing's ever smart of logical when it comes to hawks. he's known that for a while now. doesn't mean he doesn't want it, though.
he almost ask for ujiko to warp him over, but he decides not to. it's safer this way and he fucking hates that man, as useful as he may be. this'll give him time to calm down, too- not just cause of how upset he was, but also cause he's nervous. they've never really done this before. when they see each other they fuck a lot, but they don't really talk talk.
by the time dabi sneaks up to keigo's penthouse and knocks on the door, he really is a bundle of nerves. ]
[it makes keigo nervous in a way, one where he chews on his bottom lip and paces his penthouse. few feathers come to leave his wings from the fretting. he's naturally nervous over their talk, if it'll even help in the long run. he's tired of the arguing. tired of the fighting. he knows there's no such thing as a perfect relationship, but their fights are so incredibly hard. on both of them, too.
he can't think like that though. he has to try. dabi is willing to try as well, given that the villain is on his way here. and keigo doesn't know if he can continue this cycle of repeating the same thing over and over.
the door knocking comes to stir the hero from his thoughts. it's not dabi's usual kicking either. why did that make his chest flutter? he shouldn't get excited over something so small as an improve knock. swallowing down the nerves and butterflies, keigo walks to the door and, once confirming through the peephole who it is, unlocks it.
it's a bit awkward as he opens the door wide, not sure what to say here. welcome home? thanks for coming??]
Hey...
[that wasn't much better.]
Make yourself at home.
[and he ushers the villain in, finding himself to be completely awkward here. gods. how was he going to even talk properly if he's stumbling right here?]
You blended in enough for a picture before though.
[it's hard to not miss the usual sight of his lover. he's dressed in the single black jumpsuit he told dabi of earlier, all skin tight, and uncomfortably tight now that he's aroused beyond relief.
just by thinking only of the most disgusting thoughts can he keep his arousal from bulging through.
he's on his knees though, collecting some things from the ground, the store clerk hovering nearby, also assisting in the mess he created. maybe a chance here or there, a feather from his wing is touched by the clerk, and keigo feels it, but he's far more focused on both cleaning up and the villain he wants to jump.]
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[ Dabi narrows his eyes, but lets Shigaraki yank him around some more, concentrating on the pain and the tingle against his scalp. He never has this problem. He's always with people who are too damn selfish to ever care about reciprocation, and while he knows it's not selflessness that's motivating Shigaraki, or a need to give back, it's still a problem all the same. ]
I'm not going to run, asshole. I don't run from anything.
[They're all monsters, is the thing, so Dabi doesn't expect to have any choice in this. He's already gearing himself up for the inevitable when Shigaraki lets go of his hair. Hands clenching into fists, he looks up at the other man and he tries to settle that bored look right back on his face.]
Yeah.
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[He's surprised when Dabi says yeah to his question. But it doesn't show on his face. Instead his smile melts into a smirk as he narrows his eyes.]
Heh. [Shigaraki stands up from his chair, putting himself away and zipping up his pants again as he steps aside for Dabi.]
What do you want? You clearly don't want release from me. Maybe I should just watch you instead?
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[Shigaraki watches him pour out another drink. They'll probably finish the bottle before the night's over but he's not ready for another gulp yet.]
How kind of you. [Gently, he nudges Dabi's foot.] I worry about us too.
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[ Dabi is ready for another gulp as he glances over at Shigaraki again. He nudges him back, then holds the glass out to him once again. ]
What are you worried about?
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tfln cont w/ retrievearms
Like I said, maybe I'm feeling generous today.
i mean this post is basically w/retrievearms all the way lmfao
ikr i should just change it to the shigadabi post xD
shigadabi post, no one else allowed clearly
just like dabi's ass, no one else allowed.
obviously
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don't worry about that
you know not all heroes are the same right?
some of us really do just want to help
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i don't have a family to spend time with
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that's some sanctimonious bullshit right there. i've seen enough where i know what heroes are and what they truly wanna do. you're one of em so your opinion doesn't really mean shit.
that's exactly why. what else you got?
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How pathetic.
[Dabi spits out, moving to stand in front of Shoto, eyes narrowing in frustration. He wants to lift his arms and blast him with his blue flames, burn him up right where he sits. But wouldn't that be the most pathetic thing of all?
Dabi lets out a low growl, extinguishing his flames. He shouldn't have come here at all. Shoto, as always, is a waste of his time, and Dabi turns to leave. ]
Forget it.
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But Dabi's here, isn't he? He's here, and they're looking at each other, lit by that blue fire, and for a moment Shouto wonders if he really will do it, and why that thought doesn't bother him nearly as much as it should. He'd never thought he was so willing to--
--well. Not that it matters, because Dabi's extinguishing that fire and turning to leave, and there's a strange feeling of disappointment in that, an ache unfulfilled. It shouldn't have been that easy. He doesn't want it to be that easy.]
I can't. I already told you that.
[All it takes is Shouto stepping down off the edge of his open room and down into the yard, and there's frost spreading along the ground, erupting into a wall of mirror-like ice blocking Dabi's path.]
Would it make you feel better if I fought back? Made you feel like I deserve it?
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sorry for the delay, life was a thing. happy to continue if you want!
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S'hot when ya do that.
[ Dabi says as he watches Keigo rip open the package with one of his feathers. He takes the pliers from him, testing them out. They seem to be just the right size. ]
Now come back over here and watch.
[He rather liked having Keigo pressed against his back while he does this, even if it really is gross.]
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[ he goes back over there, happily plastering himself along Dabi's back again. ]
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Dabi hates it, but there was no opportunity to hit Endeavor head on, even if they had wounded him and a several other pros. This is not the way he wanted any of it to go down, so now he has to wait patiently all over again.
He got out pretty cleanly this time, but the destruction they caused was massive, and as much as he actually wanted to go see Nemuri when she got out of the hospital, he didn't know if he should. Disappearing was a much better option, at least until he knew that all her shitty pro-hero friends had pulled through. He knows he shouldn't give a shit about that, but he ended up staying away anyway, just in case. It's not as if he feels bad or anything... he just doesn't want to see that disappointed look on her face.
By the time he does go to see her, he knows she's been out for a little while. He's not sure if she's back at work completely, or if she's still taking some time to recover, but he does watch her leave her building one night, so he knows she's out and about, whatever she's doing. He doesn't break in, he just waits at the side of the building, lurking in the shadows as he waits for her to get back.]
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She'd only heard about it when the neighboring rooms filled up with her colleagues, and it was with horror that she realized that she missed a major battle - not that she could've done anything about it if she'd known, anyway.
Yamada took her home about ten days later. Recovery Girl could only heal her sparingly the following days after the fight. Nemuri insisted upon it as well, because other Pro Heroes needed Recovery Girl's Quirk more urgently. As such, Nemuri had to wait longer in the hospital for her grafts to heal before she could leave.
Her close friends were alright, thank goodness, which left her wondering how Dabi was doing - and if he was instrumental in orchestrating this attack. The thought made her stomach ball itself into knots.
She never expected to see him again. Their last conversation seemed final, and the fact that he'd left the sunflower... It felt like he was closing that door.
However, she still found herself occasionally looking into the shadows - maybe wondering if she'd see his blue eyes gleaming at her from the dark. ]
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good thing, or i might a had to come through the front door.
[ as if he would ever. he figured it was a fancier place. he's looking forward to mooching off the pro hero. ]
thank you for moving this! <3
I'd love to see that, but I have a feeling you'd stir up a lot of commotion.
:D <3
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you're such a piece a shit.
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Don't be late.
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[ dabi doesn't know how deep hawks' respect for endeavor goes. he'd be utterly disgusted. hopefully he doesn't have any endeavor memorabilia laying around- dabi might have to burn it.
he keeps his head down until the door opens, his blue eyes catching hawks' golden ones before he slips inside and looks around, not bothering to take his boots off.
as expected, hawks' place is huge, fancy, with all the amenities that anyone could ask for and probably doesn't even need. fucking pro-heroes. he's not here to be mad about it though, so whatever. they'll all get theirs, soon enough. ]
Your guards are a fuckin' joke. They're just here to watch you, not the rest of us.
[he mutters, pulling his mask off, following by his hood, sending his hair spiking in all directions.]
Got somethin' to drink?
thank you for moving it!
he was more worried of endeavor visiting and seeing it than anything else, so he keeps the respect of the number one hero to himself.
dabi's eyes are piercing as always, to the point that keigo would like to spend more time analyzing them than he needs to. the villain coming inside snaps his gaze, which the hero is thankful for. maybe he should jest out loud how dabi could put a hero like him to a halt with his eyes alone. he doesn't. but he's tempted.]
Bingo, right on the dot. When you're in the program, they like to keep tabs on you.
[he chuckles, closing and locking the door. he turns around in time to catch the spikes of hair getting free.]
Oh. There's a variety in the liquor cabinet over there. If you want water or anything cold, check the fridge. Should be stocked.
[he states with a small wave of his hand, heading over to the couch to take a seat. he already has a cold beer out, although it's probably a little bit more warm now. he's been nursing it while waiting on dabi's arrival.]
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[the night is long. too long. he had accepted death, had assumed he would die by endeavor's hands that evening when he confronted the man. the plan was practically perfect, fully proofed, with no way the public could ignore it.
yet, instead of meeting that man, instead of being burnt to ash and dust, he was instead going to the familiar abandoned warehouse, to seek out the one that plagued him. his thoughts were a complete mess, his body fucked up without his wings, but he still couldn't get enough of dabi. why was he doing this? why couldn't he just break dabi and at least get justice for the man he felt so strongly for?
if he thought anymore of it, he would go insane, he's sure. he allowed dabi to talk him out of it, so instead he was on his way to see the villain, bag of cat food in hand. dabi said it was a final goodbye, but was it? they said that before. keigo didn't want to say goodbye. not unless he could leave this rotten world too. everything was just so unfair.
he's dressed down, in civilian clothes. his back is still sore, and keigo is positive he feels the hints of his wings, but they're not there. nothing was there.
when he comes up to the warehouse, keigo first hears the cats meowing before anything. he swallows and knocks on the beat-up door first.]
Dabi, it's me.
[he says quietly after being sure no one was around to hear, and then begins to enter the warehouse. thankfully, it's not too bright, enough to cover the defeated look in his eyes and the puffiness beneath them. he's still upset and angry. he feels like giving up. there was nothing left.
but, in a way, hearing the cats again, mewling for attention or food, it makes him feel a little more better in a way.
of course, he wanted to avoid getting too close to them. instincts have him wary of cats, naturally.]
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[ dabi knows that when it comes down to it, keigo doesn't matter to endeavor. it's his obsession with him that counts, and that's what he can use. he knows what he has to do, even if he hates it with every fiber of his being.
keigo was always a bird brain, but dabi hopes maybe this one time he can be smart. that maybe he'll get it. he already knows that endeavor is going to be watching and listening somehow, so this is his only choice.
what keigo sees on dabi's body- the way he's lost so much more weight, the blood, the bruises- and in his dull eyes, hopefully it'll be enough. and if not? it'll have a different outcome. ]
Got no reason to try anythin' funny, daddy. We had a deal.
[keigo... no. hawks. hawks is used to this by now. he'll be fine. it's better than if it was natsuo, he tells himself. deep down he knows hawks would agree.
he heads out of his room, heading for the stairs and he realizes how damn sore he still is. it's even worse that he's cooped up in that room without any fresh air, and without his quirk to warm him. he'll be fine, though. he just has to get through this. he has to pause at the end of the stairs though, feeling like he can't breathe while bile rises to his throat. he twists at another staple and reminds himself that it was all a job. this isn't keigo anymore. it's hawks.
so he continues on, heading over to where keigo is waiting.]
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but receiving the message from endeavor regarding dabi...
he's not sure he believes it, honestly. there's nothing for the villain to forgive, not when the previous night left them on a sour note. however, if it's really needed for dabi's rehabilitation program, then he could manage. give dabi the closure he needed or whatever so he can be a subject to society again.
it's still a little strange to wait around the todoroki residence like this, arms wrapped around his body as he tries not to flinch. he's dressed in tight, dark pants along with the slinky shirt that would normally show off his wings. it's an outfit he disapproves of now, but one his handlers demand he dress in. keigo isn't sure why. his back looks hideous with the scars there.
he notes quietly that he hasn't seen the villain since the day he betrayed them, the day he killed twice and lost his wings. it's a day he tries not to think about, but always somehow manages to do so each day now. just need to get this over with, he tells himself. at least this should be far easier on his body than his actual work. emotionally, maybe not. but he can make it quick, right? he's sure dabi doesn't actually forgive him and this is a stunt to move ahead with his stupid program.
keigo perks up when he hears the footsteps coming down the stairs. he recognizes those steps, far different than endeavor's heavier ones. he's glad the hero isn't here. keigo isn't exactly in friendly moods with the man that gave his handlers the idea of the century regarding his new work. no. try not to think of it. he needs to hurry this up with dabi and leave.
however, his urgency to leave begins to settle as he comes to take in the form of his old lover. frail. dull. practically lifeless. not at all what he expected to see. it's like they were drugging dabi. he didn't recall that being in the requirements of his program. but, then again, he really didn't read too far into it. dabi was no longer his problem, and at that time, he never expected to see the villain again.]
What happened to you?
[he tries not to add such concern in there, but fuck, how can he just ignore months of actual feelings he once felt for this man?]
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[ the small pout is all dabi really needs to sooth his aggravated nerves ones again. stupid, he tells himself yet again, to let something so small and sentimental get to him.
dabi wants to break the seal and look inside. he wants to see what the heroes could have had their hands on. but... if someone is watching... no. dabi still doesn't trust hawks enough for that. or maybe it's just that they're out in the open. he's dying to know what's inside, though. he wonders if his true identity is among these papers.
he looks at hawks again, eyes narrowing for a moment as he watches him. if hawks knew who he really was, would he still be standing here in front of him like this? probably not. ]
...Not bad.
[he's really admitting it. out loud. hawks better realize how big that is.
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just how bad did he have it for this guy? it might become a problem if keigo doesn’t get a handle on it.
one thing he knows for sure is that dabi won’t open the envelope up, and that’s fine. keigo didn’t need to read it. he works in his own way and would determine who the league was without other intel.
catching dabi’s eyes, keigo tilts his head curiously, idly wondering what was going through the villain’s head when the compliment is suddenly stated out loud. keigo blinks in surprise, his wings fluffing in appreciation. he tries to hide a smile next.
yeah. he really was like a puppy.
he’s not even sure what to say either. he doesn’t want to embarrass either of them, or come off too arrogant. so, keigo settles for nodding his head in gratitude.
he can feel embarrassed later on when he’s alone and realizing how excited he got for the small acknowledgment from dabi.]
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[Dabi gets there early enough to scout the place out. it's one of his shittier hideouts so he's not too torn up about losing it tonight. he doesn't trust coming back here after this.
if this even happens.
he's willing to bet Shoto will chicken out, or stick by his morals. something ridiculous like that. then again, Dabi is pretty sure shit like this is in their blood. seems like this is Shoto's first time, though, and that definitely makes this even better.
the place leaves much to be desired. it's like any abandoned building would be. dirty, run down- at least there's a worn out mattress in the corner, but Dabi has other ideas as he waits.]
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Well... perhaps 'right' wasn't the right word, more so an instinctual need that kept moving him forward without turning back. Was it the draw of the taboo of it all? Or perhaps something deeper ingrained that craved the attention from his older brother that he always wanted, but could never have. Even as a child all he wished to do was reach out, but something, or someone, always got in the way.
Once he reached what he assumed was the right building (double checking the address once again), dilapidated and abandoned as expected, he paused for the first time since going. But it was just for a moment. He squeezed through a rusted door on its last hinges before taking the flights of creaky stairs to where he assumed his brother would be waiting for him.]
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[maybe he should be a little grateful that their arguments don't last too long. gods. waiting for them to cool down and makeup was always extremely heartbreaking in a way. he hated being away from the villain after so much time.
somehow, they're able to talk over whatever their issues can be far sooner. it wasn't even twenty-four hours. and, keigo didn't have to initiate it either.
he likes it when dabi comes to him. the apology is always so much better this way.
the villain's verbal response earns a chuckle, but on the inside, he just wants to repeat it over and over. he might have done that too, if dabi wasn't sealing his lips in a very wanted kiss. keigo hums, kissing back just as slow and passionate. like this, he can almost pretend they're so much more than fuck buddies.
as he gets lost in the kiss, keigo starts to deepen it, lips parting to drag his tongue out to lick over dabi's mouth hungrily. he's really trying to pace himself here, but between dabi's sweet apology and those pretty words earlier, it ruffles his wings with a hungry purpose. he can't get too lost in this. not yet. not without proper permission.
so just as quick as his tongue is there, he returns it to his mouth.]
Hey, Dabi, can I...
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Can I fuck you?
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maybe that's been adding to a lot of his frustration lately.
but he isn't thinking about that frustration here and now. not when he's kissing keigo deeply, and his pretty bird is kissing back. this is much better than if keigo slept alone on Jin's floor tonight, and Dabi slept here wondering where the fuck he was.
he lets the kiss deepen easily, wanting nothing more than to fall into it. he's already so hot and ready for it, hands sliding up keigo's back, ready to move into those wings like he loves to do.
he's just about ready to shift them and roll on top of keigo when the hero pulls back, and dabi isn't sure why they're stopping, but keigo suddenly looks as hesitant as his words. and then dabi blinks, pulling back a bit. ]
...What?
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[ he's already chastising himself for giving in so easily. he shouldn't care and just like always, he should just cut this whole thing off and go back to how it should have been.
that would be the smart thing to do. the logical thing to do. but nothing's ever smart of logical when it comes to hawks. he's known that for a while now. doesn't mean he doesn't want it, though.
he almost ask for ujiko to warp him over, but he decides not to. it's safer this way and he fucking hates that man, as useful as he may be. this'll give him time to calm down, too- not just cause of how upset he was, but also cause he's nervous. they've never really done this before. when they see each other they fuck a lot, but they don't really talk talk.
by the time dabi sneaks up to keigo's penthouse and knocks on the door, he really is a bundle of nerves. ]
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he can't think like that though. he has to try. dabi is willing to try as well, given that the villain is on his way here. and keigo doesn't know if he can continue this cycle of repeating the same thing over and over.
the door knocking comes to stir the hero from his thoughts. it's not dabi's usual kicking either. why did that make his chest flutter? he shouldn't get excited over something so small as an improve knock. swallowing down the nerves and butterflies, keigo walks to the door and, once confirming through the peephole who it is, unlocks it.
it's a bit awkward as he opens the door wide, not sure what to say here. welcome home? thanks for coming??]
Hey...
[that wasn't much better.]
Make yourself at home.
[and he ushers the villain in, finding himself to be completely awkward here. gods. how was he going to even talk properly if he's stumbling right here?]
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like warm and stuff??
course i am, but still. it ain't like i blend in all that well.
[ he's wearing his usual, but ok so he does grab some sunglasses off of one of the racks and slides them on, peering around the aisle. ]
tbh i was wondering who was gonna crack first
You blended in enough for a picture before though.
[it's hard to not miss the usual sight of his lover. he's dressed in the single black jumpsuit he told dabi of earlier, all skin tight, and uncomfortably tight now that he's aroused beyond relief.
just by thinking only of the most disgusting thoughts can he keep his arousal from bulging through.
he's on his knees though, collecting some things from the ground, the store clerk hovering nearby, also assisting in the mess he created. maybe a chance here or there, a feather from his wing is touched by the clerk, and keigo feels it, but he's far more focused on both cleaning up and the villain he wants to jump.]
I ALWAYS CRACK FIRST. hahahaha i was like, i can't write more words and have to do captcha too lol
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