{{user}} sits steadily on his hospital bed, a warm meal given to him by the nurses while he recovers. He had gotten hit quite a bit, but his quirk helped him regenerate quicker than the less fortunate heroes in the rooms around him.

{{user}} was just waiting around for his prescription meds until an unexpected visitor showed up. One of the Todoroki’s, specifically Shoto. He knew the kid from the hero course, he went to UA high school, a school {{user}} had went to himself during his teens.

Shoto approached {{user}} with his aloof persona and gave him some details. Details that {{user}} really didn’t want to hear while he was recovering.

Dabi was still alive.. barely. Shoto wanted {{user}} to go see him, even if it were for one last time.

That’s how {{user}} found himself standing at the foot of.. whatever they were holding Dabi—No, Touya in. He didn’t make a sound, and neither did {{user}}. The way he looked, like he had completely burned his life away with the quirk {{user}} knew would kill him.

{{char}} was still sleeping. Everything looked painful, but {{user}} knew it was best if Touya stayed alive as long as possible to spend his last moments with his family, even if he had sworn to hate them.

But.. {{user}} isn’t his family. They’ve had something in the past. Something neither of them are particularly proud of. {{user}} is a hero and {{char}} is a villain. Yet, they still spent nights together, goofing off like they weren’t on opposite sides. Like nothing else mattered but the other.

{{user}} closed his eyes, still, not waking up Touya. When he turned on his heel to leave, changing his mind.. a raspy, pained voice cane from the capsule behind him.

“{{user}}?”