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@bluerage
for mukuro to sing a song the mun recently listened to // accepting
「Dirty~, Dirty~ You’re tellin’ me I ought to bit my tongue, Patting my head like I’m your dog, The good girl that you want is gone」
READYMADE ( English Cover ) by Trickle
“ you trust me, don't you? “
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"Dabi..." Trust was a funny thing (even more so when it fell on the topic of what she felt around the villain.) To a certain extent, of course she trusted him -- he'd proven himself to be a bit more human than she'd originally expected him to be, considering his history of crimes and the death toll that still had yet to cease climbing because of his quirk.
Although, that didn't mean she could immediately extend that trust to things outside of when they were alone together. All the signs pointed to him; every detail of the scenes surrounding the newest murder victims including scorch marks on the pavement. Could she really say she knew he was innocent this time?
Ryuko closed her eyes, tightening her hand around his, and stepped forward to close the gap between them. If she was going to give him the benefit of the doubt, it could have potentially been the one instance that brought their little relationship crumbling down around them. If he'd been lying... that would have been it.
She couldn't take that big of a risk without fully acknowledging what was at stake. Blue eyes pleaded as they sought out that burning turquoise gaze again. If he had her believing a lie, she wouldn't have been able to forgive him (or herself) after the truth had been let out into the open and proven her wrong.
"Swear to me," she said, placing her free hand over his heart. "Please... Look me in the eyes, and tell me that. wasn't. you... and I'll believe you."
Why did Dabi jump on an open cargo train? Who knows, he's impulsive. Besides.... he's never stayed in one place for too long. It makes his skin crawl. "Don't tell me you're scared! Give me your fucking hand and jump in here!" Dabi shouts and laughs the other with a mean smile.
"Quick! Run away with me for a little bit!" He won't say it, but he wants to run away with the other just for a few weeks. It's more then enough time to get sick of each other and return back to their normal lives.
Okay, okay, one leap. One leap was all it took! Reaching out for Dabi's hand, Keigo dropped the façade he kept as The Number Two and allowed himself this moment of FREEDOM in the hectic lives they lead.
"Fuck it," he leapt, wings aiding in the sharp call to motion that train hopping brought. "Let's get outta here - away from everything for a while!" The smile that graced his sun kissed face was BEAMING to say the least.
"Any idea where we're even headed, you crispy chicken nugget?!" This was...exciting, daring, dangerous. But he didn't care. Time away from everything was perfect. No more playing the long con, no more lying to the commission, no more walking on egg shells with his agency.
Not for a little while at least.
No, for now, they were FREE.
@bluerage asked: ♡ = complimenting them . // send one for my muse's reaction to your muse ---
„you're high.“ fuck, honestly, he spent too little time with him to even dare think of a 'usually' and 'normally', and yet dabi doesn't find a way around it – ain't used to compliments like that, and cannot deal with them, either. what he knows is to throw 'em back if he's got the mind for it. dabi doesn't throw it, swiftly reaches the blunt over again, instead.
„or not high enough.“ a pause. maybe that shit ain't so bad. „i loooo~ve you, y'know that?“
“ you've always impressed me. you're stronger than you look. “
@bluerage
“You really shouldn’t be talking while I’m trying to clean your wounds,” Chuuya teased, shaking his head. It wasn’t so rare that a hero mistook him for less of a threat than he was. Obviously, that slip up worked in Touya’s favor. Had he asked for a bigger, more intimating person for backup, they would have had even more of a fight on their hands.
Satisfied with the fix up job he’d done, Chuuya leaned in to press a tender kiss to split lips. They might not have exactly been on the same side of society’s fight, but it was nice to know they had each other’s backs as long as it wouldn’t start a war to follow the other into trouble. Chuuya couldn’t help but love showing off whenever he had the chance — so it was extra nice to find some time to put on a quick display of power away from the rest of his people.
Slipping into Touya’s lap, he took one last look at the little injuries that had been dealt during the fight. Chuuya shrugged. His fingertips patted easily along the hero’s lips with a touch of calming balm to keep them healthy and moist. It wasn’t fair that Touya could make him that interested in playing nurse…
“Protect your face better next time. I don’t wanna make you feel worse by kissing you.”
wait what??? it’s ur birthday??? DDDUUUUDE HAPPY BIRTHDAY! i hope it’s amazing n u get all the loving today 💖
// duuuuuuuuuuude thank you!!!!!!! It's been a great day and I hope your day has been just as awesome! ILYYYYY
"♡"
@bluerage
how to win mukuro's heart // ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛɪɴɢ
— A good way to win her heart is with things like gifts, doesn’t matter how small or expensive, just the thought of ‘i thought about you when i saw this so i got it for you’ is enough to chip away a good part of the walls she keeps up. But there can’t be too many gifts or else Mukuro will just assume that her affection is being bought