#and ooooh boy would that send shudders up ur spine

[inkykeiji]

Imagine touya and dabi finally say its okay u can go to ur classmate’s house on a Friday night after a hard exam. u still had to beg w ‘we’re just watching movies!’ nd ‘she has a boyfriend too!’ nd ‘please let me stay out till midnight!’ yet u have the audacity to try and leave the house looking a lil too cute. What would their reactions be? OR if they pick u up and you basically tell them u don’t wanna leave ur having fun 😳😳

HOLY FUCK ANON I LOVE THIS QUESTION i love this question soooooo much

tw: toxic relationships, implication of unfair and harsh punishment

touya’s a little more lax about the whole thing. touya trusts you, he’s telling you, though there’s a hint of admonishment, of warning, sown into his amicable tone, before dabi thoroughly scolds you for such an outfit—what if she has brothers, huh? and you’re gonna wear that little thing? like a whore? how do we know she won’t invite other boys over? how do we know she won’t invite her boyfriend over? what about her father? does he live with her? how do you think he’s going to react to this dress?

dabi continues to pelts you with questions, so fast you can barely even answer, until touya interrupts, chuckling as he nudges his shoulder against his younger twin and orders him to lighten up, she already had one exam today, she doesn’t need another.

dabi doesn’t think it’s funny at all, turning towards you with blazing sapphire eyes that sear into your skull, as if they’re trying to slice it clean in two, to open it up and file through all of your thoughts and secrets.

fine, he says, icy tone contrasting the fire flaring in his eyes, voice soaked with the thick threat of reproach and garnished with a hint of suspicion. we’re trusting you; you had better not betray us.

except you do, as far as dabi’s concerned, throwing a borderline fit after the two of them show up outside your friends house in their audi not a second past 12am, all precious pouts and pretty batting eyelashes as you beg and plead to stay for just a little bit longer, promise!, chin resting on your folded arms, perched in the open window as puppy-dog eyes flit between the two of them. and he’s sure that face in the massive bay window behind you, blurry and partially obscured by opaque cream curtains, can see your entire ass with the way you’re bent over, ridiculously short dress riding up to reveal dainty satin panties.

touya, ever in control of his emotions, stays calm. touya reminds you in a firm and composed voice that you promised them you’d behave, that you promised them it would only be until midnight, that you promised them they could trust you.

but it isn’t touya’s words that have you immediately sliding into the backseat, mouth a wobbly line as tears sting your eyes. it isn’t the guilt that grows deep in the pit of your tummy, roots tangling themselves in the organ, nestling deeper and deeper and deeper with each word that flows from his lips. and it isn’t the sharp smile spread across his face, or the blood vessels about to burst in his twin’s neck.

no, it’s the glint in his eye, a little sparkle that catches in the moonbeams, that glitters and gleams as your chin trembles and your nose twitches, that promises punishment for your actions, for all of your whining and pleading and brattiness, for selfishly trying to fight them, to coerce them, into giving you more, when they were already oh-so-generous in the first place.

oh, you’re in for one heck of a night <3