You look up to him, right? I've seen ya on TV with the shitty number one.
[it's always made his blood boil, but he noticed that once the two of them started up with... Whatever this thing between them was... Hawks spent less time with the other heroes.]
If your hero commission threatened me with Endeavor and wanted ya to tell him everythin', didn't ya think somethin' was up with him?
[Dabi has a lot of thoughts about that. A lot of angry feelings about this whole thing with Keigo and the information he told him. It makes him angry to think Keigo knew how bad they could be.
But he also knows he's only given Keigo bits and pieces of himself. Just vague comments about his abusive father and what he had to go through. Does Keigo believe it now that he know that man is Endeavor?]
He didn't even look at me until I nearly burned my arm off discoverin' my Quirk. I was... fuck, I was so god-damned excited that he finally looked at me the way I had hoped he would. I was finally useful to him.
And then he started trainin' me. It was endless. At first I thought it was the best thing in the world, ya know? But when your skin is meltin' off and your face is shoved into your own blood and vomit time and time again... I mean, ya know. Ya kinda start wonderin' what the fuck's wrong with ya.
[he stops, nearing the most sensitive parts of Keigo's wings, brushing away the feathers that are too burned.]
I always hated the doctors that would come by to "fix me up" when I was too damaged, or when he kicked into me too hard. But even then I still...
[he swallows hard, his hands dropping down into his lap.]
Still wanted to be a hero. Still wanted to make him proud. He didn't give a shit anymore cause the boy he bred was useless to him. He'd tell me every fuckin' day how useless I was. Until... my mom was useless too I guess, and then he found a better use for me.
[there's almost a startled look to his eyes when dabi comes to question his appreciation over endeavor. he swallows, but nods his head.]
He...had saved me..from my father.
[but, in the end that would only lead to his mother selling him in the end. to his handlers. who weren't any better.
his feelings regarding endeavor were all changing here though. even if he is, or was, a hero, he refuses to condone the actions of a man who so brazenly committed a heinous action. several, by the sound of it, in fact. besides, he's already decided to throw away his old life. freedom was right here, with dabi.
the thoughts are put to a halt as he hears the question, and keigo repeats it quietly to himself, tries to think back to that time when his handlers had threatened him.]
I naively...assumed him wanting....to capture a notorious..villain.
[endeavor went on about the desire here and there. but it wasn't just with dabi. he brought up other players of the league. he always was more passionate about the nomu. but, there's a few things that don't make sense either in regards to endeavor and his handlers. he's not even sure dabi would be able to answer them.
he forces the thoughts to be put to rest as the villain continues.
hearing dabi's childhood desire to be noticed by his father, it immediately reminds him of his own dad. he used to beg for a life where his father was a loving man, to not raise his hand and hit him, to not pull on his feathers and bark over his more bird mannerisms.
keigo gasps out hard as soon as dabi comes to touch over the sensitive part of his wings. they tremble and curl down as much as they can while keigo fights back tears. unfortunately, it's a bit too much for him to handle, and he pushes a hand to squeeze dabi's thigh, breathing out heavier, trying to bite back the whine.
he struggles and tears manage to leak down his face, and keigo isn't sure if it's from the pain or the more dabi explains of his past. it all just hurts so much. he can't speak without crying out, but he's still doing his best to listen. he had to hear all of it. he had to know what touya went through.]
[ dabi tenses up hard when keigo says it was his father who saved him from his own father. dabi wonders what endeavor must have gotten out of that. probably just wanted to beat the number one hero.
and really, what a fucked up joke from the universe, to set the two of them together like this after being saved and ruined by endeavor. would keigo still look up to him now, though? knowing everything he's done? dabi is fearful of it. ]
Yeah? And now? What about now?
[[ maybe he shouldn't ask... maybe he'll regret it, but a part of him has to know.
the rest is almost too much for dabi to bear as well, his hands curling into heated fists. he can feel it all start to painfully move through his limbs again, and it's only the way keigo squeezes his thigh that gets him to be able to reel it back in again.
they both need a pause. both from the story of his past, and the pain of working on his back.]
[as dabi comes to admit all of his feelings towards endeavor, keigo struggles through the pain, forcing wet eyes to focus on the villain.]
I’m..trying not to...vomit for what..he’s done to you...and....your family.
[keigo states honestly through hard breaths. his vision is getting blurred though, due to all this pain he feels.]
I’m...I’ll never stand..with that man again.
[his vision starts to go black by the last words, and whether it’s from the pain or drugs, he’s not sure. eyes closed tight, he stops squeezing dabi’s thigh.]
I’m....sorry......can’t keep..eyes opened.
[they’re barely whispered before keigo passes out, no longer able to remain awake.]
[ dabi has gotten sick over it many times. well... maybe not so much dabi, but back then when he still went by touya, it would make him sick all the time. now it just makes him angry.
dabi doesn't want pity though. he doesn't want words without actions to back them up either.
he doesn't know if keigo will ever be able to back it up, or if his words are true. keigo still lied to him over and over again, just like any other hero. so he lets keigo talk, but he doesn't have anything more to say right now. luckily he doesn't have to, because keigo passes out, and maybe that's for the best. dabi doesn't want to talk anymore, and it'll be easier to fix keigo up if he's out of it.
he makes sure the other man doesn't fall, sliding his legs up around him to steady him a little bit and after a few deep breathes he gets back to work, making sure to cover his entire back with the enhanced ointment that ujiko gave him. he then wraps him up in bandages, including the parts of his wings that need some help, careful not to wrap too tight.
it's only after that, that he tends to his own wounds, noticing that he might need to move some of the placement of the staples and fix up the ones that have come out... but he'll do that later. right now he's exhausted and the mattress is far away.
he almost considers sleeping here on the cold floor, but that wouldn't be good for keigo either, so he gathers all of his strength and drags keigo over there, flopping them down. ]
[keigo is unconscious for awhile. by the time he stirs awake, he's not sure how long he's been asleep. it's dark outside though, and he aches. it's not as bad as before though. the ache is dull, a sign of recovery.
quietly, he notes it must have been a few days when he feels small wings fluttering on his back. they're sore when he moves, but at least they're starting to grow.
unfortunately, trying to give a light hum only reminds him that his throat remains sore. he probably had overdone it by speaking so much at that time to dabi. but, it had to be done. there was no way he could explain things so accurately and honestly with a phone. it's not as painful as that day though.
speaking of, he tries to adjust his head, tilting up to see a single arm and leg wrapped around dabi's figure. they're laying on something soft, so dabi must have dragged them to the only mattress. his chest warms at the thought of the villain giving his all to do that.
he sighs, coming to turn a bit so he can wrap his wings half-way around dabi's body. so silent in the night, his mind starts to piece together what he was too exhausted to think about before. his thoughts swirl of touya, of dabi's creation, and what he should do to help the villain.
[ dabi passes out for a while as well, but then he wakes, checking on keigo first, making sure his wounds stay clean and aren't getting infected. he checks on the wings as well, but the damage that's there makes him feel uneasy, and he isn't sure how this is going to end up.
he doesn't know how any of this is going to end up.
he tries not to think about their conversation- about his name, and what he told keigo about his life, about endeavor. it's easier if he does this without thinking about it or feeling anything at all. he can't afford to do either of those things right now.
he tends to his own burns as well, stapling himself back together here and there as well, and then eventually he has to venture out for a bit. he's good at staying in the shadows, boosting some food and supplies that can hold them over for a while. he tries to get some news on what's going on with the MLA, the pro-heroes, but everything is eerily quiet. at least jin texts him back to let him know shigaraki is secure and so are they, and when should they meet up again?
dabi isn't sure.
when he comes back, he checks on keigo again, making sure he doesn't have a fever before he passes out next to him again. even that little bit of recon made him feel entirely drained and exhausted.
when he wakes again, he lifts his hand to his aching head- or tries to anyway. his fingers catch against soft feathers and for a moment he thinks he's still dreaming until he blinks his eyes open and looks down, seeing the smaller red wing settled on top of him.]
Thank fuck.
[ he breathes out quietly, letting his head drop back with relief, not realizing keigo is awake just yet. ]
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[it's always made his blood boil, but he noticed that once the two of them started up with... Whatever this thing between them was... Hawks spent less time with the other heroes.]
If your hero commission threatened me with Endeavor and wanted ya to tell him everythin', didn't ya think somethin' was up with him?
[Dabi has a lot of thoughts about that. A lot of angry feelings about this whole thing with Keigo and the information he told him. It makes him angry to think Keigo knew how bad they could be.
But he also knows he's only given Keigo bits and pieces of himself. Just vague comments about his abusive father and what he had to go through. Does Keigo believe it now that he know that man is Endeavor?]
He didn't even look at me until I nearly burned my arm off discoverin' my Quirk. I was... fuck, I was so god-damned excited that he finally looked at me the way I had hoped he would. I was finally useful to him.
And then he started trainin' me. It was endless. At first I thought it was the best thing in the world, ya know? But when your skin is meltin' off and your face is shoved into your own blood and vomit time and time again... I mean, ya know. Ya kinda start wonderin' what the fuck's wrong with ya.
[he stops, nearing the most sensitive parts of Keigo's wings, brushing away the feathers that are too burned.]
I always hated the doctors that would come by to "fix me up" when I was too damaged, or when he kicked into me too hard. But even then I still...
[he swallows hard, his hands dropping down into his lap.]
Still wanted to be a hero. Still wanted to make him proud. He didn't give a shit anymore cause the boy he bred was useless to him. He'd tell me every fuckin' day how useless I was. Until... my mom was useless too I guess, and then he found a better use for me.
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He...had saved me..from my father.
[but, in the end that would only lead to his mother selling him in the end. to his handlers. who weren't any better.
his feelings regarding endeavor were all changing here though. even if he is, or was, a hero, he refuses to condone the actions of a man who so brazenly committed a heinous action. several, by the sound of it, in fact. besides, he's already decided to throw away his old life. freedom was right here, with dabi.
the thoughts are put to a halt as he hears the question, and keigo repeats it quietly to himself, tries to think back to that time when his handlers had threatened him.]
I naively...assumed him wanting....to capture a notorious..villain.
[endeavor went on about the desire here and there. but it wasn't just with dabi. he brought up other players of the league. he always was more passionate about the nomu. but, there's a few things that don't make sense either in regards to endeavor and his handlers. he's not even sure dabi would be able to answer them.
he forces the thoughts to be put to rest as the villain continues.
hearing dabi's childhood desire to be noticed by his father, it immediately reminds him of his own dad. he used to beg for a life where his father was a loving man, to not raise his hand and hit him, to not pull on his feathers and bark over his more bird mannerisms.
keigo gasps out hard as soon as dabi comes to touch over the sensitive part of his wings. they tremble and curl down as much as they can while keigo fights back tears. unfortunately, it's a bit too much for him to handle, and he pushes a hand to squeeze dabi's thigh, breathing out heavier, trying to bite back the whine.
he struggles and tears manage to leak down his face, and keigo isn't sure if it's from the pain or the more dabi explains of his past. it all just hurts so much. he can't speak without crying out, but he's still doing his best to listen. he had to hear all of it. he had to know what touya went through.]
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and really, what a fucked up joke from the universe, to set the two of them together like this after being saved and ruined by endeavor. would keigo still look up to him now, though? knowing everything he's done? dabi is fearful of it. ]
Yeah? And now? What about now?
[[ maybe he shouldn't ask... maybe he'll regret it, but a part of him has to know.
the rest is almost too much for dabi to bear as well, his hands curling into heated fists. he can feel it all start to painfully move through his limbs again, and it's only the way keigo squeezes his thigh that gets him to be able to reel it back in again.
they both need a pause. both from the story of his past, and the pain of working on his back.]
Let's take a break.
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I’m..trying not to...vomit for what..he’s done to you...and....your family.
[keigo states honestly through hard breaths. his vision is getting blurred though, due to all this pain he feels.]
I’m...I’ll never stand..with that man again.
[his vision starts to go black by the last words, and whether it’s from the pain or drugs, he’s not sure. eyes closed tight, he stops squeezing dabi’s thigh.]
I’m....sorry......can’t keep..eyes opened.
[they’re barely whispered before keigo passes out, no longer able to remain awake.]
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dabi doesn't want pity though. he doesn't want words without actions to back them up either.
he doesn't know if keigo will ever be able to back it up, or if his words are true. keigo still lied to him over and over again, just like any other hero. so he lets keigo talk, but he doesn't have anything more to say right now. luckily he doesn't have to, because keigo passes out, and maybe that's for the best. dabi doesn't want to talk anymore, and it'll be easier to fix keigo up if he's out of it.
he makes sure the other man doesn't fall, sliding his legs up around him to steady him a little bit and after a few deep breathes he gets back to work, making sure to cover his entire back with the enhanced ointment that ujiko gave him. he then wraps him up in bandages, including the parts of his wings that need some help, careful not to wrap too tight.
it's only after that, that he tends to his own wounds, noticing that he might need to move some of the placement of the staples and fix up the ones that have come out... but he'll do that later. right now he's exhausted and the mattress is far away.
he almost considers sleeping here on the cold floor, but that wouldn't be good for keigo either, so he gathers all of his strength and drags keigo over there, flopping them down. ]
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quietly, he notes it must have been a few days when he feels small wings fluttering on his back. they're sore when he moves, but at least they're starting to grow.
unfortunately, trying to give a light hum only reminds him that his throat remains sore. he probably had overdone it by speaking so much at that time to dabi. but, it had to be done. there was no way he could explain things so accurately and honestly with a phone. it's not as painful as that day though.
speaking of, he tries to adjust his head, tilting up to see a single arm and leg wrapped around dabi's figure. they're laying on something soft, so dabi must have dragged them to the only mattress. his chest warms at the thought of the villain giving his all to do that.
he sighs, coming to turn a bit so he can wrap his wings half-way around dabi's body. so silent in the night, his mind starts to piece together what he was too exhausted to think about before. his thoughts swirl of touya, of dabi's creation, and what he should do to help the villain.
and there's only a single way to assist dabi.]
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he doesn't know how any of this is going to end up.
he tries not to think about their conversation- about his name, and what he told keigo about his life, about endeavor. it's easier if he does this without thinking about it or feeling anything at all. he can't afford to do either of those things right now.
he tends to his own burns as well, stapling himself back together here and there as well, and then eventually he has to venture out for a bit. he's good at staying in the shadows, boosting some food and supplies that can hold them over for a while. he tries to get some news on what's going on with the MLA, the pro-heroes, but everything is eerily quiet. at least jin texts him back to let him know shigaraki is secure and so are they, and when should they meet up again?
dabi isn't sure.
when he comes back, he checks on keigo again, making sure he doesn't have a fever before he passes out next to him again. even that little bit of recon made him feel entirely drained and exhausted.
when he wakes again, he lifts his hand to his aching head- or tries to anyway. his fingers catch against soft feathers and for a moment he thinks he's still dreaming until he blinks his eyes open and looks down, seeing the smaller red wing settled on top of him.]
Thank fuck.
[ he breathes out quietly, letting his head drop back with relief, not realizing keigo is awake just yet. ]