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And here I thought I was just making a dry observation. Good to know you're so good at reading people through textual correspondence.
An Intoner is a powerful sorceress capable of manipulating the world through Songs. People back home say they've been touched by the gods, or that they're goddesses themselves, and they rule over the various regions of my world. There are six of them in total, and you can identify them by the numbers they have branded into their foreheads.
My mistress was Five, and I was her Disciple. That means I was imbued with powerful magic in order to better serve my lady in whatever she required. Sounds like you might have been cut from a similar cloth?
An Intoner is a powerful sorceress capable of manipulating the world through Songs. People back home say they've been touched by the gods, or that they're goddesses themselves, and they rule over the various regions of my world. There are six of them in total, and you can identify them by the numbers they have branded into their foreheads.
My mistress was Five, and I was her Disciple. That means I was imbued with powerful magic in order to better serve my lady in whatever she required. Sounds like you might have been cut from a similar cloth?
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Oh interesting... Well, you can say BB is probably more powerful then them then - if you go by numbers alone?
If each one represented Gods, BB represents more than 10!
And she doesn't need stupid numbers branded onto her forehead! sounds lame anyway lmfao
ANYWAY FUCK all that i just said, that means you're a familiar? Basically BB uses the familiar concept to make herself exist, its complicated stuff, but I am borrowing that system to make myself exist as an entity. I otherwise wouldnt exist... Uh... Yeah, its complicated.
dw about it but, kind of all similar to everything but different.
Do you guys have dimensions or realties and stuff? cause like, BB's stuff deals with dimension crap - idk if your Girly Boss Gods knew how to manipulate that far.
Oh interesting... Well, you can say BB is probably more powerful then them then - if you go by numbers alone?
If each one represented Gods, BB represents more than 10!
And she doesn't need stupid numbers branded onto her forehead! sounds lame anyway lmfao
ANYWAY FUCK all that i just said, that means you're a familiar? Basically BB uses the familiar concept to make herself exist, its complicated stuff, but I am borrowing that system to make myself exist as an entity. I otherwise wouldnt exist... Uh... Yeah, its complicated.
dw about it but, kind of all similar to everything but different.
Do you guys have dimensions or realties and stuff? cause like, BB's stuff deals with dimension crap - idk if your Girly Boss Gods knew how to manipulate that far.
Upon your doorstep/mailbox/table or whatever! However delivery in this world works. The details don’t matter.
Before you is a gift, chocolate, and a letter.
“Dear Dito,
My preparations are complete. All clear on my end.
I’ve prayed for victory and will gladly put my life on the line for it.
Whenever you are ready, make the first move and call for me.
I await your determination to have a fair one-on-one duel.
The challenge is baking
From,
Hakuno Kishinami
P.S. It would make me happy if you accepted my gifts. ”
Despite how manly this “Challenge Letter” is, it’s not a challenge letter but an invitation to hang out. Hakuno Kishinami might have just psyched herself a bit too much. She might just end up embarrassing herself later down the road, so please just play along with her.
This was the first time she had ever given out chocolate, so she decided to make it memorable.
Despite how over the top this might be.
[ Dito received mouthwash & a single Snicker bar. ]
Before you is a gift, chocolate, and a letter.
“Dear Dito,
My preparations are complete. All clear on my end.
I’ve prayed for victory and will gladly put my life on the line for it.
Whenever you are ready, make the first move and call for me.
I await your determination to have a fair one-on-one duel.
The challenge is baking
From,
Hakuno Kishinami
P.S. It would make me happy if you accepted my gifts. ”
Despite how manly this “Challenge Letter” is, it’s not a challenge letter but an invitation to hang out. Hakuno Kishinami might have just psyched herself a bit too much. She might just end up embarrassing herself later down the road, so please just play along with her.
This was the first time she had ever given out chocolate, so she decided to make it memorable.
Despite how over the top this might be.
[ Dito received mouthwash & a single Snicker bar. ]
Hey, dickwad, you making something to eat tonight or did you want to see if there's anywhere interesting in that new town?
[ Casually insulting your boo-thang as a means of asking them out on a date? Surely not~? Surely Tomura has more class than that? Dito won't see through his derailing , right? ]
[ Casually insulting your boo-thang as a means of asking them out on a date? Surely not~? Surely Tomura has more class than that? Dito won't see through his derailing , right? ]
[Hey, sometimes couples have cutesy banter and sometimes they just outright shit-talk each other. It's only weird if you're not into it. Dito taps a finger against his lips, pretending to think carefully.]
Let's see... trek a long way through the blistering cold to find a place that might not even offer good food, or stay inside and risk getting bitched at by my ungrateful housemate because he can't handle the mildest of spices in the food I so graciously cook for him?
Hmm... tough choice. Can I just choose the third option and fall on my own spear?
[Much like a feral dog that's recently been domesticated, one has to listen closely to Dito's tone to understand there's no real menace behind his growls.]
Let's see... trek a long way through the blistering cold to find a place that might not even offer good food, or stay inside and risk getting bitched at by my ungrateful housemate because he can't handle the mildest of spices in the food I so graciously cook for him?
Hmm... tough choice. Can I just choose the third option and fall on my own spear?
[Much like a feral dog that's recently been domesticated, one has to listen closely to Dito's tone to understand there's no real menace behind his growls.]
[ Tomura raises a brown, mouth twisting into an expression of exacerbated irritation and annoyance as Dito carries on with his pantomiming. Finally sighing, crossing his arms over his chest before pinching the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache already coming on. ]
Fine. Whatever, I'll eat anything but you're fuckin' healing my lips when the skin spits around them and sores form from... Unless that's why you insist on making everything so damn hot all the time? You sick fuck, I swear thats a form of Munchausen's by proxy but whatever~
[ Waving a hand about as he bites back, just as viciously, just as playfully. #
Fine. Whatever, I'll eat anything but you're fuckin' healing my lips when the skin spits around them and sores form from... Unless that's why you insist on making everything so damn hot all the time? You sick fuck, I swear thats a form of Munchausen's by proxy but whatever~
[ Waving a hand about as he bites back, just as viciously, just as playfully. #
[Dito doesn't bother to hide his grin at that.]
Thank you for giving me your permission to kiss you, my lord. I didn't realize it was such an unpleasant ordeal. It never occurred to me what sacrifices you endured to keep your little underling appeased.
[He punctuates this with a roll of his eyes and a shake of his head, but once again, it's not as biting and acerbic as he could be.]
But sure, I'd be open to trying something new. As long as I can get something that ain't fish, that is. Should we head out now?
Thank you for giving me your permission to kiss you, my lord. I didn't realize it was such an unpleasant ordeal. It never occurred to me what sacrifices you endured to keep your little underling appeased.
[He punctuates this with a roll of his eyes and a shake of his head, but once again, it's not as biting and acerbic as he could be.]
But sure, I'd be open to trying something new. As long as I can get something that ain't fish, that is. Should we head out now?
[ Goddam him and his healing lips! Honestly, Tomura can't even be mad at that comment, it's expected, it's Dito after all. His frown and sneer soon turn a little soft around the edges as he sighs and shakes his head. ]
Y'know, I was trying to do something nice for you but no~ If this is the way you're gonna poke at me for it, you can go fuck yourself.
[ Acting isn't Tomura's strong suit, so it should be painfully obvious he was playing. A rare thing indeed, but playing nonetheless. Arms folded like he's annoyed, head tipped up and tilted away from Dito, eyes closed lightly. ]
No fish. I promise.
Y'know, I was trying to do something nice for you but no~ If this is the way you're gonna poke at me for it, you can go fuck yourself.
[ Acting isn't Tomura's strong suit, so it should be painfully obvious he was playing. A rare thing indeed, but playing nonetheless. Arms folded like he's annoyed, head tipped up and tilted away from Dito, eyes closed lightly. ]
No fish. I promise.
[Fortunately, Dito's used enough to Shigaraki's insults that he takes the remarks in the manner that they're meant-- huffing out an affectionate chuckle at his boss's bluster.]
Your fault for havin' such thin skin, my lord. Didn't realize you were so sensitive.
But you've managed to pique my curiosity for once. Might as well get a good look at the new town finally, since it's there an' all. You wanna lead or should I take point as usual?
Your fault for havin' such thin skin, my lord. Didn't realize you were so sensitive.
But you've managed to pique my curiosity for once. Might as well get a good look at the new town finally, since it's there an' all. You wanna lead or should I take point as usual?
[ When he's called sensitive, Tomura reaches out and lightly slaps the back of Dito's head, before pulling him in with a curl of his arm around his head, like he was going to get him in a headlock, but instead he makes a groaning noise and presses his teeth to the top of Dito's head. It's affectionate okay, like he wants to just eat him up~ ]
I could just fucking murder you sometimes, y'know that, Dito.
Fine. I'll do all the work, shall I? I'll come up with the idea, pick the place and take the lead, huh?
[ With that said, he gave Dito a squeeze, kissing his temple before shoving him away and shaking his head. ]
C'mon then, before I change my mind.
I could just fucking murder you sometimes, y'know that, Dito.
Fine. I'll do all the work, shall I? I'll come up with the idea, pick the place and take the lead, huh?
[ With that said, he gave Dito a squeeze, kissing his temple before shoving him away and shaking his head. ]
C'mon then, before I change my mind.
[Shigaraki often treated him like this, random acts of halted aggression that stopped short of being truly painful. It was leaps and bounds better than Five's egregious embraces and kisses, and Dito had grown to look forward to it every time it happened. Perhaps that was why he needled the other man so constantly. Not that he gave it much thought-- Shigaraki had always been fun to tease.
He twisted his mouth in a mock scowl, making a show of combing his hair back into place with his fingers.]
Yes, yes-- you're a bastion of generosity, taking time out of your oh-so-busy schedule to accommodate my needs. Not like this was your idea to begin with or anything.
[He exits the treehouse as Shigaraki opens the door for him, dispensing with the rope ladder entirely in favor of sliding down the tree's wall. Dito wasn't one for showmanship under normal circumstances, but sometimes he had an audience that called for it. He glances back at Shigaraki, an amused glint in his gold eyes.]
Waitin' on you, Tee.
He twisted his mouth in a mock scowl, making a show of combing his hair back into place with his fingers.]
Yes, yes-- you're a bastion of generosity, taking time out of your oh-so-busy schedule to accommodate my needs. Not like this was your idea to begin with or anything.
[He exits the treehouse as Shigaraki opens the door for him, dispensing with the rope ladder entirely in favor of sliding down the tree's wall. Dito wasn't one for showmanship under normal circumstances, but sometimes he had an audience that called for it. He glances back at Shigaraki, an amused glint in his gold eyes.]
Waitin' on you, Tee.
[ Yea, it had taken Shigaraki a while to realise he could act like this with Dito and that Dito actually liked it. He knew about his relationship with Five, knew that sometimes he could trigger him with acts of violence or dominance, so when he playfully bites at him or nips him, punches him, then kisses him, the fact that Dito can tell its done from a place of actual affection means a lot to him.
Oh just look at him fix his hair like that… Fuck. But it just makes him want to do it more. ]
Uh-huh, just you remember it too.
[ Shigaraki smiled, he couldn’t not. Watching as Dito made his exit, and whistling a sound of approval at him before climbing down like a normal person would. He pressed a hand to Dito’s head, ruffling the hair he’s only just fixed before walking on ahead of him. ]
C’mon, keep up if you can, yeah?
Oh just look at him fix his hair like that… Fuck. But it just makes him want to do it more. ]
Uh-huh, just you remember it too.
[ Shigaraki smiled, he couldn’t not. Watching as Dito made his exit, and whistling a sound of approval at him before climbing down like a normal person would. He pressed a hand to Dito’s head, ruffling the hair he’s only just fixed before walking on ahead of him. ]
C’mon, keep up if you can, yeah?
You piece of-- stop doing that! My hair's hard enough to manage as it is!
[It wasn't a real reaction, not entirely. More and more Dito found himself playing up his annoyed reactions, and he wasn't entirely sure why. Shigaraki wasn't like Five, after all-- he wasn't someone to be appeased or disarmed. It just felt... right, somehow, to play the clown just a little bit. To see Shigaraki smile at him the way he was doing now. It wasn't rational, but things were rarely rational when Shigaraki was involved.
The trek to Stellari was mostly uneventful. The worst they had to deal with were the looks of distrust and dislike from the denizens, but they largely gave the both of them a wide berth. Dito ignored them-- it wasn't his fault they put too much stock in a weak god. A slight tugging vertigo overcame him as he stepped inside the portal, and suddenly they were surrounded by cityfolk of an entirely different sort. Dragonkin sidestepped them on their way to market with only the briefest of glances. Shopkeepers called out to passersby, hoping to entice them into their stores. Dito uttered a wordless sound of protest as he was jostled by a particularly large crowd of youngsters as they rushed past.]
D'ah! Of fucking course we have to end up here at the busiest time of the day. Let's just find a place to eat quick before we're trampled, yeah?
[It wasn't a real reaction, not entirely. More and more Dito found himself playing up his annoyed reactions, and he wasn't entirely sure why. Shigaraki wasn't like Five, after all-- he wasn't someone to be appeased or disarmed. It just felt... right, somehow, to play the clown just a little bit. To see Shigaraki smile at him the way he was doing now. It wasn't rational, but things were rarely rational when Shigaraki was involved.
The trek to Stellari was mostly uneventful. The worst they had to deal with were the looks of distrust and dislike from the denizens, but they largely gave the both of them a wide berth. Dito ignored them-- it wasn't his fault they put too much stock in a weak god. A slight tugging vertigo overcame him as he stepped inside the portal, and suddenly they were surrounded by cityfolk of an entirely different sort. Dragonkin sidestepped them on their way to market with only the briefest of glances. Shopkeepers called out to passersby, hoping to entice them into their stores. Dito uttered a wordless sound of protest as he was jostled by a particularly large crowd of youngsters as they rushed past.]
D'ah! Of fucking course we have to end up here at the busiest time of the day. Let's just find a place to eat quick before we're trampled, yeah?
[ Shigaraki liked it, the way Dito played up around him. He was attracted to their hyper violence, to their sarcasm and skill when fighting, but if truth be told, one thing he loved most about his little disciple was his way with words. Be it his silver tongue or the vulgar ways he described death and destruction, Shigaraki loves it. So any excuse to make him chatty was good in his books and the way he was complaining about the crowds simply fed into Shigaraki's addiction. ]
Want me to carry you?
[ He said, with a shit eating grin on his face, extending his arms as he walked backwards for a few paces, the kids and crowds of people having to avoid him instead.
The place he wanted to eat at was just a few streets away; it looked less busy than near the portal and city centre, so he was sure Dito would settle once they got there. But the temptation to steer them towards the direction of a seafood restaurant just to see the reaction from him was almost too hard to deny... So that's what he did.
Stopping outside of the place where the signage swaying in the breeze, an image of a lobster on the painting. ]
Alright, this'll do.
Want me to carry you?
[ He said, with a shit eating grin on his face, extending his arms as he walked backwards for a few paces, the kids and crowds of people having to avoid him instead.
The place he wanted to eat at was just a few streets away; it looked less busy than near the portal and city centre, so he was sure Dito would settle once they got there. But the temptation to steer them towards the direction of a seafood restaurant just to see the reaction from him was almost too hard to deny... So that's what he did.
Stopping outside of the place where the signage swaying in the breeze, an image of a lobster on the painting. ]
Alright, this'll do.
[ ooc: backdated to after Dito finds out about AFO using Shigaraki's body! D: ]
Things were just starting to get back to normal (whatever "normal" for these two fuckheads was) since everything went to shit. Shigaraki's amnesia, Kurogiri being some fucking cheerful, wannabe hero, and whatever had had Dito acting a little more cautious around Shigaraki.
Bathing before bed, lying down with still damp hair, those blanched strands seemed to curl up at the ends, making his hair look wavier than usual. Slipping into bed in a pair of light grey joggers and a skin-tight black t-shirt, it wasn't like he was going to be cold or anything, what with Dito lying beside him and all.
It didn't take him long to fall asleep, surprisingly. He was exhausted and slipped into one of those deep sleeps, you know the kind, where you could be talking one second and lightly snoring the next. He was comfortable, at ease and felt safe. An arm draped around his little love, pulling them into him, subconsciously possessive.
Things were just starting to get back to normal (whatever "normal" for these two fuckheads was) since everything went to shit. Shigaraki's amnesia, Kurogiri being some fucking cheerful, wannabe hero, and whatever had had Dito acting a little more cautious around Shigaraki.
Bathing before bed, lying down with still damp hair, those blanched strands seemed to curl up at the ends, making his hair look wavier than usual. Slipping into bed in a pair of light grey joggers and a skin-tight black t-shirt, it wasn't like he was going to be cold or anything, what with Dito lying beside him and all.
It didn't take him long to fall asleep, surprisingly. He was exhausted and slipped into one of those deep sleeps, you know the kind, where you could be talking one second and lightly snoring the next. He was comfortable, at ease and felt safe. An arm draped around his little love, pulling them into him, subconsciously possessive.
Sleep did not come so easily to Dito this night, though he'd long since gotten used to Shigaraki reaching out to him. It was much different from the way that Five used to clutch at him in her sleep, more like a child grasping their favorite toy for subconscious comfort than any sort of hedonistic ownership, and damn if Dito could figure out why that didn't bother him as much.
This was not what was keeping him awake. The memories of what had transpired only a few days ago were foremost in his mind-- memories of the Shigaraki who was not Shigaraki; memories of the man Kurogiri had called All For One, who had somehow slipped into Shigaraki's body like someone slipping on a well-worn suit tailored perfectly for him. Had Shigaraki still been in there, fighting the entire time? Or had he been watching helplessly as his own body moved in ways that weren't of his control, in the same way Dito had been forced to watch the sword slip from his hands in his first attempt to murder Five?
The Disciple's stomach gave a sudden queasy lurch. He swallowed hard and fought to empty his mind, focusing instead on Shigaraki's softly closed eyes with the strangely white lashes; on the rhythmic ebb and flow of his breathing. Dito's hand was curled against the other man's chest, and he could feel the strong and steady beat of his heart beneath his shirt. Would he have been able to tell the difference between his employer's own heartbeat and that of All For One's?
Dito watched as his hand slowly splayed out against Shigaraki's chest. Almost as if it had a mind of its own, his hand began to travel down the length of the other man's torso, fingers tracing every curve and contour of muscle beneath the fabric. Shigaraki's time away had certainly brought some changes to his physique-- along with some injuries, though those had since been healed.
Dito's fingers traveled downward, past Shigaraki's chest to his taut abdominal muscles. He flicked his eyes up to the other man's face, sure that he would see those striking crimson eyes open and staring at him, but they remained closed. Strange, really-- Shigaraki had always been a light sleeper. Still, it was probably just as well. Dito would've been hard-pressed to explain why he was suddenly feeling up his employer while he was sleeping.
His tongue darted out to nervously lick his lips. His mouth had strangely become dry.
This was not what was keeping him awake. The memories of what had transpired only a few days ago were foremost in his mind-- memories of the Shigaraki who was not Shigaraki; memories of the man Kurogiri had called All For One, who had somehow slipped into Shigaraki's body like someone slipping on a well-worn suit tailored perfectly for him. Had Shigaraki still been in there, fighting the entire time? Or had he been watching helplessly as his own body moved in ways that weren't of his control, in the same way Dito had been forced to watch the sword slip from his hands in his first attempt to murder Five?
The Disciple's stomach gave a sudden queasy lurch. He swallowed hard and fought to empty his mind, focusing instead on Shigaraki's softly closed eyes with the strangely white lashes; on the rhythmic ebb and flow of his breathing. Dito's hand was curled against the other man's chest, and he could feel the strong and steady beat of his heart beneath his shirt. Would he have been able to tell the difference between his employer's own heartbeat and that of All For One's?
Dito watched as his hand slowly splayed out against Shigaraki's chest. Almost as if it had a mind of its own, his hand began to travel down the length of the other man's torso, fingers tracing every curve and contour of muscle beneath the fabric. Shigaraki's time away had certainly brought some changes to his physique-- along with some injuries, though those had since been healed.
Dito's fingers traveled downward, past Shigaraki's chest to his taut abdominal muscles. He flicked his eyes up to the other man's face, sure that he would see those striking crimson eyes open and staring at him, but they remained closed. Strange, really-- Shigaraki had always been a light sleeper. Still, it was probably just as well. Dito would've been hard-pressed to explain why he was suddenly feeling up his employer while he was sleeping.
His tongue darted out to nervously lick his lips. His mouth had strangely become dry.
Shigaraki was blissfully unaware of what was to become of him back home. Kurogiri had never told him. Perhaps it was for the best, really? And he'd never asked as he'd never doubted his masters intentions. Still, if he had known that All For One was planning to take over his body and puppet him around, he might have had some complicated feelings... Much like if he knew that right now, Dito was quietly contemplating whether he could tell him apart from All For One, it would have upset him more than he could realise.
There was a flicker of his eyelids when Dito's fingers traced over his stomach, sensitive even in slumber. The muscles twitched and tightened up, a sigh of breath falling from his now parted lips, dry and pale looking as ever. A thigh tensed up, making his heel flick his foot out underneath the covers. Usually, just the slight movement on the bed beside him would have been enough for him to stir from his sleep, but he had since gotten used to the motions Dito made in bed; it was a comfort to him.
However, in saying all that, if Dito's hand strayed any lower than where it currently lay resting, something else might stir up in Shigaraki's unconscious body...
There was a flicker of his eyelids when Dito's fingers traced over his stomach, sensitive even in slumber. The muscles twitched and tightened up, a sigh of breath falling from his now parted lips, dry and pale looking as ever. A thigh tensed up, making his heel flick his foot out underneath the covers. Usually, just the slight movement on the bed beside him would have been enough for him to stir from his sleep, but he had since gotten used to the motions Dito made in bed; it was a comfort to him.
However, in saying all that, if Dito's hand strayed any lower than where it currently lay resting, something else might stir up in Shigaraki's unconscious body...
Fuck off.
[Again, there was no real malice behind his words. Just another one of the little games they played. Dito watched as Shigaraki walked backwards, his face and demeanor filled with confidence that the crowd would part for him like the waters of the Red Sea.
The Disciple barely took notice of the people milling about, his eyes focused on the grin that was now plastered across Shigaraki's face. He seemed to be in one of his rare lighthearted moods, and Dito wasn't sure why until he realized the man had suddenly stopped outside of a restaurant. A restaurant with a very distinct sign and very distinct smells wafting from inside.
Dito felt his mouth twist in exasperation, and he gave Shigaraki a particularly acidic glare.]
You shittin' me right now? Has your brain finally rotted away from that fucking Quirk of yours?
[He knew that Shigaraki was doing this on purpose, and it didn't occur to him that he didn't have to take the bait. Again, it just seemed right to play these sorts of games with him, though Dito would be hard pressed to explain why he continued to indulge him like this. He would never admit it even to himself, but it was fun playing up his curmudgeonly attitude. Just a little bit, anyway. If it was Shigaraki on the receiving end.]
[Again, there was no real malice behind his words. Just another one of the little games they played. Dito watched as Shigaraki walked backwards, his face and demeanor filled with confidence that the crowd would part for him like the waters of the Red Sea.
The Disciple barely took notice of the people milling about, his eyes focused on the grin that was now plastered across Shigaraki's face. He seemed to be in one of his rare lighthearted moods, and Dito wasn't sure why until he realized the man had suddenly stopped outside of a restaurant. A restaurant with a very distinct sign and very distinct smells wafting from inside.
Dito felt his mouth twist in exasperation, and he gave Shigaraki a particularly acidic glare.]
You shittin' me right now? Has your brain finally rotted away from that fucking Quirk of yours?
[He knew that Shigaraki was doing this on purpose, and it didn't occur to him that he didn't have to take the bait. Again, it just seemed right to play these sorts of games with him, though Dito would be hard pressed to explain why he continued to indulge him like this. He would never admit it even to himself, but it was fun playing up his curmudgeonly attitude. Just a little bit, anyway. If it was Shigaraki on the receiving end.]
Pale as it was, Shigaraki's skin reflected the blue tint of Dito's latent healing powers, causing him to be bathed in an unnatural light. He'd since learned to control it to a certain extent; learned to ignore the nagging urge that came about whenever in close proximity to someone injured. But it was hard to ignore when the person in question was Shigaraki. For some reason, the pull to heal his employer's various hurts was too strong to ignore-- it was like trying to hold his breath for too long.
Or perhaps-- and Dito felt a bitter taste in the back of his throat as he thought this-- perhaps it was because he didn't want to ignore it.
He shunted that thought aside in favor of focusing on the body of the man before him. Dito watched with a vague satisfaction as the dryness eased once again from Shigaraki's skin, as it grew more supple and lost that sickly pale tint. His fingers briefly shrank away as the man twitched in his sleep, but he still did not awaken. A soft sigh fell from his mouth, as if even on an unconscious level he felt what Dito was doing to him, and Dito felt the corners of his own mouth turn upward.
He wasn't one for useless flights of fancy even in the best of times, but a part of him hoped that Shigaraki was dreaming a good dream at least.
Or perhaps-- and Dito felt a bitter taste in the back of his throat as he thought this-- perhaps it was because he didn't want to ignore it.
He shunted that thought aside in favor of focusing on the body of the man before him. Dito watched with a vague satisfaction as the dryness eased once again from Shigaraki's skin, as it grew more supple and lost that sickly pale tint. His fingers briefly shrank away as the man twitched in his sleep, but he still did not awaken. A soft sigh fell from his mouth, as if even on an unconscious level he felt what Dito was doing to him, and Dito felt the corners of his own mouth turn upward.
He wasn't one for useless flights of fancy even in the best of times, but a part of him hoped that Shigaraki was dreaming a good dream at least.
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