[ It would be a lie to say that Fuuta agreed to this filming session with any sort of plan in mind; his life would probably way easier if he was the type of person that did have that sort of foresight. But as they'd whiled away the minutes while lurking in that classroom setup, it had occurred to him that maybe this was something he could make use of. How old had Dabi said he was when he started living on the streets? Thirteen, was it? So he never experienced highschool, right? -- not that that'd be a huge loss in his eyes, given his own memories of highschool range from lukewarm to boring to bad, but still. It's a pretty significant chunk of most people's lives, right? So.
Maybe it wouldn't be a bad thing. Using this chance to feel like they're actually skipping class. It might even be kind of fun -- a little throwback to back when his life had still been normal and digestible, something harmless that'd double as an interesting novelty for Dabi. And while his cheeks do pink a shade at the insinuation that he's just fishing for something lascivious, he doesn't bother protesting it, either.
Well, other than sticking his tongue out for a moment. ]
You gotta set the mood a bit before saying something like that, Touya-senpai.
[ Actually, using that honorific for him is more embarrassing than any talk of fucking. Fuuta gives a little huff to try and distract from the fluttery feeling in his chest before giving Dabi another nudge to the side in assent. ]
Don't take too long, okay.
[ As expected, Fuuta's attempts at being sneaky are adequate at best. He looks around a little too much as he slips away from the desk and slinks his way towards the back door, and the way he pauses at random desks while meandering towards the exit looks way too deliberate to play off as someone just looking to kill time. But the main staff are thankfully busy tending to the main actors, and the other actors milling about simply don't give a shit. Fuuta gets to slip from the room without any intervention, skittering around a corner and out of sight from Dabi's vantage point.
It's only once he also makes his way out of the classroom that Fuuta peeks out from the dark little corner he'd hunkered down in to avoid the eyes of the wandering staff, hurriedly jogging forth to grab at Dabi's hand. He'd hate to acknowledge it, but he looks a little excited. ]
There you are. C'mon, let's look around, see how detailed they bothered making this set -- there's less staff that way.
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Maybe it wouldn't be a bad thing. Using this chance to feel like they're actually skipping class. It might even be kind of fun -- a little throwback to back when his life had still been normal and digestible, something harmless that'd double as an interesting novelty for Dabi. And while his cheeks do pink a shade at the insinuation that he's just fishing for something lascivious, he doesn't bother protesting it, either.
Well, other than sticking his tongue out for a moment. ]
You gotta set the mood a bit before saying something like that, Touya-senpai.
[ Actually, using that honorific for him is more embarrassing than any talk of fucking. Fuuta gives a little huff to try and distract from the fluttery feeling in his chest before giving Dabi another nudge to the side in assent. ]
Don't take too long, okay.
[ As expected, Fuuta's attempts at being sneaky are adequate at best. He looks around a little too much as he slips away from the desk and slinks his way towards the back door, and the way he pauses at random desks while meandering towards the exit looks way too deliberate to play off as someone just looking to kill time. But the main staff are thankfully busy tending to the main actors, and the other actors milling about simply don't give a shit. Fuuta gets to slip from the room without any intervention, skittering around a corner and out of sight from Dabi's vantage point.
It's only once he also makes his way out of the classroom that Fuuta peeks out from the dark little corner he'd hunkered down in to avoid the eyes of the wandering staff, hurriedly jogging forth to grab at Dabi's hand. He'd hate to acknowledge it, but he looks a little excited. ]
There you are. C'mon, let's look around, see how detailed they bothered making this set -- there's less staff that way.