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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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.