[ It's a turning point in their relationship that he deems to speak of it now, months after he's come to terms with his feelings about it. Those times when he brought up an encounter with Dabi, Shouto would hold his mind very still, needing a moment to separate the unmistakable unease that surged unexpectedly, reconciling it with the outcome of their encounter.
He reads the underlying message in the way he cuddles into him, noses bumping, lips ghosting near his making him think he's going to kiss him, but he doesn't. Sometimes you move too fast for him to catch up, you know. While he's contemplating how to respond to one thing, you've already moved to another. He tries to pivot and respond to that instead, but by then, there's lips near his, and his thoughts short circuit. Did you mean to kiss him or was that by accident? From an outsider's point of view, he seems to respond to little, probably not catching the way his blood heats and cools at the prospect of being smothered by someone he cares for. He likes it. Yet, at the same time, there's so much to respond to it overloads him. Maybe that's why he welcomes the question that follows. Giving him room to breathe without breaking the contact he's always wanted.
It takes him a moment focus on him, his breath coming out cold when he taps into that side of him to cool down the churning heat in his stomach. If Allen pays attention, he'll also find him warm on his left side, a counter to the cool mist that swirls in front of his mouth for a few seconds before disappearing. ]
Nea. [ He starts from the beginning. ] I thought he was a ghost at first. He corrected that assumption, and I locked him in our room with my ice. He told me things about your past to get under my skin, probably hoping I'd make a mistake and let him escape.
It didn't work.
[ There were precious few people in Trench who could pull that off, and they were all from his world, aside from Allen. ]
I could speak with him... I didn't mind speaking with him.[ He adds after a moment. ] But, [ his voice goes an octave lower, clearly disliking this next part ] I didn't like the way he exploited your body and past to get his way.
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He reads the underlying message in the way he cuddles into him, noses bumping, lips ghosting near his making him think he's going to kiss him, but he doesn't. Sometimes you move too fast for him to catch up, you know. While he's contemplating how to respond to one thing, you've already moved to another. He tries to pivot and respond to that instead, but by then, there's lips near his, and his thoughts short circuit. Did you mean to kiss him or was that by accident? From an outsider's point of view, he seems to respond to little, probably not catching the way his blood heats and cools at the prospect of being smothered by someone he cares for. He likes it. Yet, at the same time, there's so much to respond to it overloads him. Maybe that's why he welcomes the question that follows. Giving him room to breathe without breaking the contact he's always wanted.
It takes him a moment focus on him, his breath coming out cold when he taps into that side of him to cool down the churning heat in his stomach. If Allen pays attention, he'll also find him warm on his left side, a counter to the cool mist that swirls in front of his mouth for a few seconds before disappearing. ]
Nea. [ He starts from the beginning. ] I thought he was a ghost at first. He corrected that assumption, and I locked him in our room with my ice. He told me things about your past to get under my skin, probably hoping I'd make a mistake and let him escape.
It didn't work.
[ There were precious few people in Trench who could pull that off, and they were all from his world, aside from Allen. ]
I could speak with him... I didn't mind speaking with him.[ He adds after a moment. ] But, [ his voice goes an octave lower, clearly disliking this next part ] I didn't like the way he exploited your body and past to get his way.