[Shigaraki grimaces when Dabi messes with his hair but doesn't complain. Is his hair soft? He doesn't really know or care. Nothing about him is soft so it's foreign to think of something being soft on him.
But he does stand up, stripping down of his clothes and kicking them wherever which way. Maybe Dabi was right. His room was a mess. It doesn't matter though, he can put them away tomorrow. He grabs a fresh pair of sweatpants and a long-sleeved shirt. He throws the shirt at the mattress, and slips the pants on before sitting back down.]
Really? Soft?
[He asks, still hung up on that detail as he slips his shirt on.]
[ Dabi realizes he wouldn't care if Shigaraki stayed naked. They always have half their clothes on when fucking around, but Shigaraki is not terrible looking. Definitely not as gross as Dabi had spouted off when he first met the man.
So just like always, he takes in a good eyeful of Shigaraki when he changes, not even attempting to hide that he's staring, even when he comes to sit back down on the bed, fully clothed once again. ]
When you wash it, anyway. Yeah, it's soft. You sound so fucking surprised.
[He reaches out to fuck with it again. Now that they're talking about it, the softness is kind of nice. He wouldn't imagine anything on Shigaraki to be soft, but here they are.]
Soft's not a word I hear used to describe me, Dabi. [He shoves at the other, still wearing his gloves after all. These were probably the best thing about today honestly.] I don't need a haircut.
[It does need a cut. On days that he doesn't wash his hair, it's an unkempt mess. Even when he washes his hair? It's like he barely brushes it. Whatever. He slips his shirt on, running a hand down his neck to press into the healing bruises Dabi gave him the other night.]
Well, I'm not getting one. [It's too risky now anyways and he doesnt trust the others to cute it properly.]
And I'm not bitching. [He's bitching.] My neck is so fucking sore, it actually hurts.
[And it's not from his usual scratching, as Dabi can already see. Despite the abuse from Shigaraki's fingers, it doesn't take much to make a bruise on the pale leader.]
[he offers, and that's probably crossing some sort of line again. Not that it seems to matter anymore, they're crossing lines all over the place. It's not like they can get anyone else to do it for them. Dabi doesn't get his hair like this by magic, he does it himself.]
You're bitching. Come here.
[Dabi says, but he's the one who ends up moving closer, sliding his fingers up along the other man's neck, pushing his fingers out of the way. He leans in and nips at one of them, before running his tongue along it.]
It's not even that bad. I know you like them, you can't stop touching them.
[Dabi? Cutting his hair? Well they've certainly crossed different lines this week. But... knowing Dabi's persistence with getting Shigaraki to try new things; Shigaraki is inclined to decline the offer.]
You'd do something I wouldn't like.
[Come here, he says when really he should have asked Shigaraki to stay still. The other man moves in, messing with the bruises. He's right though. He does like the bruises- they give him a different sensation to indulge in. One that doesn't scratch his skin raw.]
What's there to do? Your hair is pretty straightforward. Don't worry, I won't shave the underparts like those idiot kids these days.
[As if they're so much older. Dabi definitely feels older. He feels especially older than Shigaraki, the more the other man whines. He doesn't stop messing with them, even while Shigaraki protests. Instead he smirks against his skin, grabbing his chin and starts leaving kisses along the bruises instead. It's no big deal. They've kissed each other plenty of times.]
It's fine as it is. Any longer and I'll think about getting it cut.
[He likes it long. It gives him a veil to hide behind along with his hands. His hair also hides the scarring on his face. Especially the one underneath his eye and the one on the corner of his lip.
Shigaraki doesn't push the other away from the kisses. In fact? He relaxes into them. He doesn't even mind the other grabbing his chin for a little bit. Until he starts to mind and tries to crane his head away from the grasp. But not the kisses.]
Why is this so nice? [It's rhetoric because he was mumbling more to himself. But it's not a complaint either. Just... something he never thought would actually feel good?]
Don't worry, I won't stab you with the scissors, if that's what you're worried about.
[He knows Shigaraki isn't. They... have this sort of trust thing going on, he thinks. He wouldn't let anyone else ever touch him the way Shigaraki does, that's for damn sure. It's like the other man said to him not long ago- he doesn't have to worry, because he's always careful with his touch. And while Dabi is less careful, he knows Shigaraki probably needs a little forcefulness sometimes.
Which is why, even when Shigaraki tries to move out of his hold, Dabi tightens his hand for a moment, sucking on one of the bruises just a bit in retaliation before he lets go, dropping his hand to the other man's chest as he continues kissing.
Nice isn't a word Dabi is used to, much like soft seemed out of place for Shigaraki. He hums against pale skin, then kisses up to his ear.]
[To both the hair-cutting and the nice comment. He does squirm with Dabi suck at one of the bruises, and nearly wriggles away from the trail of kisses to his ear.]
You're insufferable sometimes, you know that? [But he's not stopping Dabi. Not willingly anyways. His body still fights what is foreign to him.]
Still don't understand why you can touch but you're so against being touched.
[Dabi says as though he's infinitely proud of how insufferable he is. It's like an art and really, would Shigaraki like it any different if he didn't have someone insufferable to keep him on his toes? He'd be so bored.
he doesn't let the other man move away from the kisses, curling his fingers into his shirt to keep him there as he continues them down his jaw. It really is nice, and maybe too sweet and intimate. But Dabi isn't really thinking about that right now. He tells himself he's just trying to shut Shigaraki up from all the whining about how much it hurts.
He does pause at the pseudo question, though. Shigaraki words it differently this time. He's asking in a different way-not as something he wants to gain from Dabi, but just sheer curiosity. Dabi tells himself not to trust it either way. This is how they are tonight, but it could be a different story tomorrow. They're both fickle and will use things against each other when needed.]
[He's honestly just curious. It's interesting to him that Dabi's like this- capable of kissing him, touching him intimately. But if the tables get reversed- he's suddenly scared and backing out of it.]
Is it because you want to be in control of what's being touched?
[Shigaraki holds out his hand in front of him- he's not going to force Dabi to do anything because what they're doing now? Is nice. But it's there if Dabi wants it, he supposes.]
i'm trying to find my favorite one. i'll get back to you on that xD
[Dabi says as if that's the most ridiculous thing he's ever heard. He pulls back, looking at the other man. He's really trying not to get defensive, but it's not as if Shigaraki has some weird shit of his own going on.]
You mean peculiar like how you wear a dozen hands all over your body and call the one on your face 'Father'?
[Dabi eyes the hand in front of him. It's an offer, he knows it. Not anything to be forced on him. Still, he looks at it warily.]
[He backs off on the topic when the subject of his hands get brought up. But he doesn't pull his hand away either.]
It's late. I'm not going to force you to do something you don't want to. [That and despite the earlier discomfort he put Dabi through and the picture? Today was a good day.]
[ Of course Shigaraki backs off. Dabi knows that's not something he particularly wants to talk about either. They both have their things. He does believe Shigaraki when he says he doesn't want to force him to do something he doesn't want to do, so he takes the other man's outstretched hand and slides it up along his neck. ]
Why are you interested in me?
[It seems as strange as soft and nice. Other than using him for his Quirk or his villainy, interested in him, in this capacity- it's never really come up. Though Dabi supposes that has to be what this is, the two of them carrying on like this since that fateful day when he barged into Shigaraki's room, telling him he was bored.]
[He lets the other move his hand and makes no moves of his own. He wasn't trying to trick Dabi. A part of him genuinely wanted to return the favor of touch.]
I don't know. I like what we have?
i found it. this one: https://78.media.tumblr.com/80b70e698df9fc4ba3badb40ed517f69/tumblr_ozma2aSfhV
[That's the only reason why Dabi is letting Shigaraki touch him like this right now- so stupidly soft and whatever else he wants to do. It's because he can read the other man better by now and there's no malice in this, just genuine... feelings? Expressions? Dabi doesn't know what to call it. ]
And what is it do you think we have?
[He knows he's toeing another line here. Dangerous territory. Shit they should probably leave alone, but when have they ever? Neither of them are the type to back away from pushing any kind of boundaries.]
[Honestly he doesn't know what to call this. He's never had a friend before. But Dabi's more than a friend it seems... so what do they have together? Friends with benefits? They certainly benefit each other- in more ways than one.]
Whatever those words mean, they send a weird chill up his spine. This isn't what Dabi came here for. And yet, now that he has this, he doesn't really want to lose it either.]
We're just fucking around, creep. We're not close.
[This is what tumbles out of his mouth anyway, no matter what he's thinking, because he already has Shigaraki's hand on his neck, and they're already having sleep overs where Dabi is on Shigaraki's mattress instead of his own on the side. It's a lot to take in. It's a lot in general.
He's never been close to someone else like this either. Not in this way. Not in any way that hasn't been forceful and invasive.]
[He sounds amused. Shigaraki gives Dabi a gentle pat before pulling away his hand. He turns to lay down, staring up at the other man with curious red eyes. Seems like he really was just innocently curious about the whole touching thing. This time anyways.]
One day you'll agree. [Openly anyways.]
right? it's so good. i love dabi's thumb pressed against shigaraki's jaw. and the blood xD
[ Shigaraki is such a fucking asshole. Only because he's completely right, and Dabi doesn't like it, because he's still trying to work this out in his head.
He's expecting more of a touch, but Shigaraki pulls back and lays down, leaving Dabi a little bit baffled, but not uncomfortable. This time anyways. And there's the catch. ]
I don't want to tell you anything because I know you'll use it against me. You say we're close now, but that's not how things are always going to be.
same it's so good, ah i'm excited for the new chapter this week...
[ Dabi snorts softly, rolling his eyes a little. Exactly. ]
And whatever I tell you behind bedroom doors? Doesn't mean you won't use it against me later... outside of these walls.
[Distrustful as ever. He doesn't have a reason not to be.
Shigaraki holds his hand out again and despite his words, Dabi only hesitates slightly before taking it, moving forward to get comfortable on the mattress he would have bitched about the other day. Too close, he would have said, but now he's laying down, Or, laying down enough where he's still on his elbows, propped up so he's towering over Shigaraki a bit.]
How can I trust that you won't tell anyone? That you won't take anything I give you and twist it around? That's all we've ever done, isn't it?
i'm trying to avoid them until they're translated haha but I saw a tiny glimpse and went holy shit
The same way I trust you won't share those photos. [A pause.] Or speak of what we've done to the others. I'm not looking for leverage to use against you- I don't need that kind of shit outside these walls.
[He really doesn't need blackmail on the other. Everyone's an equal here at the League and he's not about to keep people in line or get them to do his biding unwillingly with info.
Dabi is kind of warm to touch. He's noticed it before but he's only now appreciating it.]
Everything we do here remains here. That includes what we say unless it's a direct order or otherwise specified.
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But he does stand up, stripping down of his clothes and kicking them wherever which way. Maybe Dabi was right. His room was a mess. It doesn't matter though, he can put them away tomorrow. He grabs a fresh pair of sweatpants and a long-sleeved shirt. He throws the shirt at the mattress, and slips the pants on before sitting back down.]
Really? Soft?
[He asks, still hung up on that detail as he slips his shirt on.]
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So just like always, he takes in a good eyeful of Shigaraki when he changes, not even attempting to hide that he's staring, even when he comes to sit back down on the bed, fully clothed once again. ]
When you wash it, anyway. Yeah, it's soft. You sound so fucking surprised.
[He reaches out to fuck with it again. Now that they're talking about it, the softness is kind of nice. He wouldn't imagine anything on Shigaraki to be soft, but here they are.]
Could use a cut, though, mophead.
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[It does need a cut. On days that he doesn't wash his hair, it's an unkempt mess. Even when he washes his hair? It's like he barely brushes it. Whatever. He slips his shirt on, running a hand down his neck to press into the healing bruises Dabi gave him the other night.]
Ugh.
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[He snorts, tugging at a longer strand before Shigaraki shoves at him. He lets his hand fall back on the bed, unbothered.]
What are you getting ready to bitch about now?
[Dabi asks as his gaze falls down to Shigaraki's neck. The bruises are still vivid against such pale skin. He's sure he can make them even darker.]
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And I'm not bitching. [He's bitching.] My neck is so fucking sore, it actually hurts.
[And it's not from his usual scratching, as Dabi can already see. Despite the abuse from Shigaraki's fingers, it doesn't take much to make a bruise on the pale leader.]
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[he offers, and that's probably crossing some sort of line again. Not that it seems to matter anymore, they're crossing lines all over the place. It's not like they can get anyone else to do it for them. Dabi doesn't get his hair like this by magic, he does it himself.]
You're bitching. Come here.
[Dabi says, but he's the one who ends up moving closer, sliding his fingers up along the other man's neck, pushing his fingers out of the way. He leans in and nips at one of them, before running his tongue along it.]
It's not even that bad. I know you like them, you can't stop touching them.
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You'd do something I wouldn't like.
[Come here, he says when really he should have asked Shigaraki to stay still. The other man moves in, messing with the bruises. He's right though. He does like the bruises- they give him a different sensation to indulge in. One that doesn't scratch his skin raw.]
It still fucking hurts!
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[As if they're so much older. Dabi definitely feels older. He feels especially older than Shigaraki, the more the other man whines. He doesn't stop messing with them, even while Shigaraki protests. Instead he smirks against his skin, grabbing his chin and starts leaving kisses along the bruises instead. It's no big deal. They've kissed each other plenty of times.]
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[He likes it long. It gives him a veil to hide behind along with his hands. His hair also hides the scarring on his face. Especially the one underneath his eye and the one on the corner of his lip.
Shigaraki doesn't push the other away from the kisses. In fact? He relaxes into them. He doesn't even mind the other grabbing his chin for a little bit. Until he starts to mind and tries to crane his head away from the grasp. But not the kisses.]
Why is this so nice? [It's rhetoric because he was mumbling more to himself. But it's not a complaint either. Just... something he never thought would actually feel good?]
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[He knows Shigaraki isn't. They... have this sort of trust thing going on, he thinks. He wouldn't let anyone else ever touch him the way Shigaraki does, that's for damn sure. It's like the other man said to him not long ago- he doesn't have to worry, because he's always careful with his touch. And while Dabi is less careful, he knows Shigaraki probably needs a little forcefulness sometimes.
Which is why, even when Shigaraki tries to move out of his hold, Dabi tightens his hand for a moment, sucking on one of the bruises just a bit in retaliation before he lets go, dropping his hand to the other man's chest as he continues kissing.
Nice isn't a word Dabi is used to, much like soft seemed out of place for Shigaraki. He hums against pale skin, then kisses up to his ear.]
I'm never nice. You're losing your mind.
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[To both the hair-cutting and the nice comment. He does squirm with Dabi suck at one of the bruises, and nearly wriggles away from the trail of kisses to his ear.]
You're insufferable sometimes, you know that? [But he's not stopping Dabi. Not willingly anyways. His body still fights what is foreign to him.]
Still don't understand why you can touch but you're so against being touched.
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[Dabi says as though he's infinitely proud of how insufferable he is. It's like an art and really, would Shigaraki like it any different if he didn't have someone insufferable to keep him on his toes? He'd be so bored.
he doesn't let the other man move away from the kisses, curling his fingers into his shirt to keep him there as he continues them down his jaw. It really is nice, and maybe too sweet and intimate. But Dabi isn't really thinking about that right now. He tells himself he's just trying to shut Shigaraki up from all the whining about how much it hurts.
He does pause at the pseudo question, though. Shigaraki words it differently this time. He's asking in a different way-not as something he wants to gain from Dabi, but just sheer curiosity. Dabi tells himself not to trust it either way. This is how they are tonight, but it could be a different story tomorrow. They're both fickle and will use things against each other when needed.]
Why does it matter so much?
ahh i love them
[He's honestly just curious. It's interesting to him that Dabi's like this- capable of kissing him, touching him intimately. But if the tables get reversed- he's suddenly scared and backing out of it.]
Is it because you want to be in control of what's being touched?
[Shigaraki holds out his hand in front of him- he's not going to force Dabi to do anything because what they're doing now? Is nice. But it's there if Dabi wants it, he supposes.]
i'm trying to find my favorite one. i'll get back to you on that xD
[Dabi says as if that's the most ridiculous thing he's ever heard. He pulls back, looking at the other man. He's really trying not to get defensive, but it's not as if Shigaraki has some weird shit of his own going on.]
You mean peculiar like how you wear a dozen hands all over your body and call the one on your face 'Father'?
[Dabi eyes the hand in front of him. It's an offer, he knows it. Not anything to be forced on him. Still, he looks at it warily.]
Of course that's what I want.
take your time c:
It's late. I'm not going to force you to do something you don't want to. [That and despite the earlier discomfort he put Dabi through and the picture? Today was a good day.]
I'm just interested in you, Dabi.
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Why are you interested in me?
[It seems as strange as soft and nice. Other than using him for his Quirk or his villainy, interested in him, in this capacity- it's never really come up. Though Dabi supposes that has to be what this is, the two of them carrying on like this since that fateful day when he barged into Shigaraki's room, telling him he was bored.]
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I don't know. I like what we have?
i found it. this one: https://78.media.tumblr.com/80b70e698df9fc4ba3badb40ed517f69/tumblr_ozma2aSfhV
And what is it do you think we have?
[He knows he's toeing another line here. Dangerous territory. Shit they should probably leave alone, but when have they ever? Neither of them are the type to back away from pushing any kind of boundaries.]
aww the link doesn't work, try again?
[Honestly he doesn't know what to call this. He's never had a friend before. But Dabi's more than a friend it seems... so what do they have together? Friends with benefits? They certainly benefit each other- in more ways than one.]
I've never been close to someone else like this.
[Even his Master had his share of distance.]
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[Close.
Whatever those words mean, they send a weird chill up his spine. This isn't what Dabi came here for. And yet, now that he has this, he doesn't really want to lose it either.]
We're just fucking around, creep. We're not close.
[This is what tumbles out of his mouth anyway, no matter what he's thinking, because he already has Shigaraki's hand on his neck, and they're already having sleep overs where Dabi is on Shigaraki's mattress instead of his own on the side. It's a lot to take in. It's a lot in general.
He's never been close to someone else like this either. Not in this way. Not in any way that hasn't been forceful and invasive.]
oh man it looks just like our one scene sorta?
[He sounds amused. Shigaraki gives Dabi a gentle pat before pulling away his hand. He turns to lay down, staring up at the other man with curious red eyes. Seems like he really was just innocently curious about the whole touching thing. This time anyways.]
One day you'll agree. [Openly anyways.]
right? it's so good. i love dabi's thumb pressed against shigaraki's jaw. and the blood xD
He's expecting more of a touch, but Shigaraki pulls back and lays down, leaving Dabi a little bit baffled, but not uncomfortable. This time anyways. And there's the catch. ]
I don't want to tell you anything because I know you'll use it against me. You say we're close now, but that's not how things are always going to be.
same it's so good, ah i'm excited for the new chapter this week...
[He holds his hand out again after getting comfortable on the mattress.]
What we have here? Doesn't exist past our bedroom doors.
[It sounds cold but it's more of an acknowledgement that whatever this is, it's between them. No one else has to know about what's going on.]
oh holy fuck, did you see the spoilers? im already dying like wt actual fuckkkk.
And whatever I tell you behind bedroom doors? Doesn't mean you won't use it against me later... outside of these walls.
[Distrustful as ever. He doesn't have a reason not to be.
Shigaraki holds his hand out again and despite his words, Dabi only hesitates slightly before taking it, moving forward to get comfortable on the mattress he would have bitched about the other day. Too close, he would have said, but now he's laying down, Or, laying down enough where he's still on his elbows, propped up so he's towering over Shigaraki a bit.]
How can I trust that you won't tell anyone? That you won't take anything I give you and twist it around? That's all we've ever done, isn't it?
i'm trying to avoid them until they're translated haha but I saw a tiny glimpse and went holy shit
[He really doesn't need blackmail on the other. Everyone's an equal here at the League and he's not about to keep people in line or get them to do his biding unwillingly with info.
Dabi is kind of warm to touch. He's noticed it before but he's only now appreciating it.]
Everything we do here remains here. That includes what we say unless it's a direct order or otherwise specified.
yeah pretty much. i'm waiting to see what the actual is xD
same, it'll be interesting either way ;u;
yeah, i'm thoroughly intrigued!
ugh i went and spoiled myself but ;u; i had to because i was worried about somethin lmfao
ahhh what were you worried about?
ahh it relates directly to spoilers- idk if you wanna know! ;;
i feel like i read a majority of the spoilers already so it probably won't be too bad lol
ah ok i misread someone's tumblr post and thought dabi was a double agent and i went NO!!! WHY!?
yeaaah, there were two translations. one of them was dabi double agent and the other was Hawks D:
ahhhhhhh i'm more inclined to believe hawks as double agent tho otherwise this thread is sad now lol
there's no way dabi is the double agent. i refuuuuuuuuseeeee to believe this. it has to be hawks.
yeah there's a bit that i think is important in the translation that got mistransas x2agent dabi
There are a couple different translations for when Dabi talks to endevour too which make difference
yep, i'll just wait for the official translations but i'm glad i cleared dabi up atleast
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oh my god that's adorable, do you have a discord by any chance?
I do but its been so long I gotta wait till I get home and dig up my username lol
alrighty haha, just asking because i use that to chat oocly a lot
oh yeah, i prob should too, it just glitches on me so often im like ehhhh
:P it shouldn't glitch too much nowadays
its dreamthief#3902 but i cant promise i'll ever be on lol i suuuuck
i'm Bee#7913 an that's ok :o
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