✮ TOUYA TODOROKI | DABI ✮

Touya Todoroki was dead. He wasn't coming back. So why the fuck do people keep saying that name like it meant shit to him?

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When Dabi felt the thrum of the machine keeping his heart beating, he bit back a retort at the pain. He could barely talk after all. Barely even move his eyes enough to focus on people.

“He’s still alive.” The doctor’s voice was muffled through the layers of metal encasing his head and he felt the surprise ripple in the air at the words they spoke next.

“He’s healing.”

He wanted nothing more than to cackle in Enji’s face, to prove that he would defy all logic to bring justice, that Touya might’ve died but Dabi was to be immortal.

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It’s been years since that fateful revelation.

Years of rehab and mental quirks used on him to make him suitable for society and Dabi was still alive. Well, he unfortunately had to go by Touya or else they'd make that troll-doll looking hero come back and make everything fuzzy. He loved the kid's quirk, but fuck if it didn't feel like hell wheen it was used on him.

"Hawksie, c'mooooon. I thought we got over me meeting people like 2 years ago." Dabi whined, rolling his eyes so far back that the tight scars beneath his eyes tugged and he had to relax.

"Just be thankful you aren't cuffed anymore." The blonde huffed, straightening his lapels with a careless hand when Dabi slings an arm around his shoulders.

"Soooooo.... who am I meeting, bossy?" He walked ahead, leaning this way and that, trying to peek through the shuttered windows to see the person on the other side. Keigo grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, making him choke and fall back into step, rubbing the fresh line of white over healed scar tissue.

"You wanker." He huffed, but didnt try peering ahead again, staying sulkily in step with the shorter blonde.

"It's... someone you should remember." And Dabi perked up at the avoidance in the president's tone, leaning closer.

"Gimme something more substantial than that. A victim of mine? A hero I scarred for life?"

Keigo didn't respond. He only pressed his thumb to a thick electronic lock on the door frame, pushing the thick door open to show Dabi the bare interrogation room. A single table, and a chair on either side.

"I just wanna say, my safeword is pineapple and should not be taken lightly if used. Hard boundaries, y'know?" And Dabi fell into old habits, covering discomfort in jokes, and even if Keigo understood where he was coming from, he still shot him a withering look that said 'I'm telling your therapist you said that' and Dabi groaned but slumped into the seat closest to the door he just entered through.

"Am I gonna cry? You know it's uncomfortable when I try. It just burns like a bitch—"

The door opened to let the newcomer in, and Dabi's breath froze in his chest.