[ that's what he says, at first. isn't it better for both of them this way, the meaning of it left in the air between them, to be interpreted however dabi wants. tomura still doubts that dabi likes being chased, likes being reachable. that's the opposite of how things always went, isn't it? not answering his phone, going off on his own, pursuing his own goals, that's how dabi liked it—maybe even now—the rest of them relegated to whatever spare room was left over.
tomura had accepted that's how things were going to be, but he doesn't know anymore. does dabi want his attention, or does he hate it even now? even though dabi had always maintained that firm boundary wall between them, it feels like there's something unpleasant and bitter about it, when tomura himself retreats behind it. his fingers hesitate on the keypad, but if he's going to waste time like this, he'd rather get moving instead. second-guessing is worse than useless. ]
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[ that's what he says, at first. isn't it better for both of them this way, the meaning of it left in the air between them, to be interpreted however dabi wants. tomura still doubts that dabi likes being chased, likes being reachable. that's the opposite of how things always went, isn't it? not answering his phone, going off on his own, pursuing his own goals, that's how dabi liked it—maybe even now—the rest of them relegated to whatever spare room was left over.
tomura had accepted that's how things were going to be, but he doesn't know anymore. does dabi want his attention, or does he hate it even now? even though dabi had always maintained that firm boundary wall between them, it feels like there's something unpleasant and bitter about it, when tomura himself retreats behind it. his fingers hesitate on the keypad, but if he's going to waste time like this, he'd rather get moving instead. second-guessing is worse than useless. ]
just keep your ass in that chair til I get there