[ 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.
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.
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...
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.
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NSFW Slipping on in here like nobodies business~
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.
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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.
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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...
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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.