( Those are the words Esikko decides on, in response to that acceptance, but his lips curve into his own smile with the sideways glance he gives him. It's also not lost on him, the closeness, the body language, the initiative— and while he doesn't connect it to being due to anything he'd said, he can at least realize that if Dabi really didn't want him to come over, he wouldn't be acting like this.
When the doors open to Dabi's floor, Esikko hesitates only a moment to be sure that no one else is walking along the hall before stepping out with him, readjusting the bag on his shoulder. )
Hmm, should I be thinking of ways to thank you for the shower? ( Teasing, he dares to lift a hand just enough to brush feather-light against Dabi's hair. The risk of being swatted away is worth the reward, he thinks. ) Washing your hair? Your back? ...Something else?
( Flirting when his hair and face are caked with blood, at like, four in the morning. )
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( Those are the words Esikko decides on, in response to that acceptance, but his lips curve into his own smile with the sideways glance he gives him. It's also not lost on him, the closeness, the body language, the initiative— and while he doesn't connect it to being due to anything he'd said, he can at least realize that if Dabi really didn't want him to come over, he wouldn't be acting like this.
When the doors open to Dabi's floor, Esikko hesitates only a moment to be sure that no one else is walking along the hall before stepping out with him, readjusting the bag on his shoulder. )
Hmm, should I be thinking of ways to thank you for the shower? ( Teasing, he dares to lift a hand just enough to brush feather-light against Dabi's hair. The risk of being swatted away is worth the reward, he thinks. ) Washing your hair? Your back? ...Something else?
( Flirting when his hair and face are caked with blood, at like, four in the morning. )