Chapter 1: Chapter One
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Everything escalated quickly for Tomoura. The villains they were supposed to capture had unexpected quirks: one had terrakinesis, and the other could control ice. The first villain managed to split the group by caving in the streets, leaving Toga and Twice together, and Compress with Tomoura. Meanwhile, Toya was busy fighting off the ice, unaware that he was overheating, which affected his movements and reaction time. The situation took a turn for the worse when both villains double-teamed Toya, causing him to lose his footing and fall into darkness. The blue-haired hero couldn't recall screaming so loudly as two pro-heroes held him back. Endeavor was shouting something to another small group of heroes as he launched himself into the darkness. Tomura's heart jumped into his throat as the number two hero climbed out of the darkness with the young adult cradled in his arms. His arm was twisted in a way that caused the male's stomach to lurch, and blood was smeared across his bruised skin. Paramedics surrounded the pro-hero; Tomura couldn't hear what they were arguing about as one of them gently took Toya from Endeavor, setting him onto a gurney, and rushed toward a helicopter.
Tomura found himself standing next to the pro-hero, too afraid to speak. Suddenly, slender arms wrapped around the blue-haired hero, and he numbly returned the embrace, soothing the smaller girl as she cried into his shoulder. The small group was soon loaded into their ambulances before they were shipped to the hospital as well. Luckily, all three of them only managed to get a few bumps and bruises, but Toya had the worst injuries, according to the doctors. As soon as the firefighter got to the hospital, he was shipped into emergency surgery. Tomura walked down the hallway, scratching at his bandaged cheek. Everything was too muffled for him to hear, and his vision was too blurry to make anything out. He found himself in the waiting room with the rest of the league. Toga was curled in Compress's arms, sobbing, while Magne was soothing Twice. Spinner was scowling at the magazines, fidgeting with his scarf, and lastly, Kurogiri was glaring at something across from him.
The blonde noticed Tomura gasping loudly. "Any news?" Toga shouted, jumping from her seat onto her feet.
The blue-haired male slowly shook his head. "He's in surgery, that's all I know." He answered, finding his seat next to Spinner.
The smaller girl growled loudly. "This is fucking stupid; we're his family; we deserve to know!" Toga shouted.
"Toga, dear, you know the hospital has to report to Endeavor and Rei first." Magne piped in.
"Like they give a shit about him, all he cares about is Shoto!" The blonde snapped, tears swelling in her eyes again.
Tomura didn't notice Kurogiri standing up, walking toward the girl, and then setting a hand on her shoulder. "Toga, you're making a scene. Please sit down. All we can do is wait and see what the doctors say," he whispered.
The smaller hero nodded and sat down slowly, her bottom lip sticking out slightly as Toga leaned her head against Compress's shoulder. It felt like hours passed before All Might wandered into the waiting room, staring at the small group before sighing and entering slowly. The large hero knelt in front of Tomura. "You should be proud of yourselves. You brought down two villains without any help from the pros. Your team is excelling wonderfully, Tomura," he praised.
If he was being honest with himself, the young adult didn't feel lucky or proud. "Because of me, Toya got hurt," he muttered.
All Might smiled softly and said, "It's unfortunate that young Todoroki got hurt during the fight. But he wouldn't want you to wallow; he'd want you to celebrate."
The blonde girl scoffed, "How can we celebrate if he's dead?" Toga asked grimly.
Al Might chuckled. "If you think this will keep young Todoroki down, you are gravely mistaken, young Himiko," he stated.
Compress slowly stood, tightening his grip around his cape. "Do you know anything, Al Might? They won't tell us anything." He begged.
The large hero's smile faltered for a moment before he shook his head. "I'm sorry, Sako. They're not releasing any information to the public. Right now, only Toya's parents are allowed to see or know anything about him," he explained. The room fell silent once more as the two young adults sank back into their seats. "How about some Soba? Get your minds off of Toya as you wait." Al Might suggested.
"Whatever." The group muttered.
The walk to the soba shop was silent. The streets were still lined with a mixture of police, heroes, and news reporters trying to scavenge any information they could get about the attack. A few tried to stop the small group, asking questions about Endeavor. Anger bubbled in Tomoura's chest as he curled his hands at his sides. Luckily, All Might gave them a simple political response and quickly moved them further down the street until they were safely inside the shop. The League found a booth in the back of the small shop while the pro-hero went to get their food.
"They don't even care that Toya's hurt," Toga muttered, grabbing a handful of salt packets and tearing them open.
"Endeavor is probably trying to keep everything under wraps until Toya recovers," Compress argued, watching the smaller girl dump the seasoning onto the table and then begin drawing in the white pile.
Shortly afterward, the pro-hero appeared at the table and set a tray of bowls down. The small group started eating silently as the hero sat down and watched. All might let the young adults eat before speaking. "The villains your group took down were on our list for a long time. Even us pros were having trouble pinning them down," he said. "I heard Toya did some damage to the ice user, and they will need to be in the ICU for a while," he continued.
The blonde made a noise in the back of her throat. Smiling. "That's because Toya is fucking badass." Toga chuckled.
"He's gotten better at controlling his flames since Tomura started training him." Compress added.
Al Might smiled, nodding his head. "I remember when your group first met; he came in last, right?" He asked.
Toga nodded. "He was such a jerk to everyone when he first came to UA; he almost broke Compress's wrist during training one day." She beamed.
The young magician rolled his eyes and said, "I simply tripped; I wasn't expecting him to have blue flames." He argued.
Spinner grinned. "Sure, that's why Toya managed to get that spinning kick-off on you." He piped in.
The magician growled playfully. "He was trained by the number two hero as well as Kurogiri! How is that fair!?" Compress shouted, earning a small chuckle from the shadow hero.
The taller male finished his bowl, refilling his tea quickly. "I would train you too if you simply asked me to compress," he stated.
Even though All Might had heard the story a million times, he smiled as the small group chattered among themselves. "So what happened?" he inquired after a few minutes.
"It was Tomura who loosened him up. I will admit, sometimes he does need help with some social cues, but he's doing better now," Magne chuckled.
Al Might opened his mouth to speak, only to be cut off by his phone ringing. "Al Might is here," he greeted. The group fell silent as the hero nodded his eyes, his blue eyes flicking toward Tomoura before sighing. "I'll bring them as fast as I can, doctor." He whispered, hanging up.
Swallowing thickly, the blue-haired hero set his bowl down. "Was that about Toya?" Tomoura asked.
"Yes, he's out of surgery. The doctors aren't sure if he's going to survive the night and want you to see him just in case," the pro-hero replied.
Chapter 2: Chapter Two
Summary:
Fuyumi visits her brother, and Tomura isn't handling his second-in-command being injured well.
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Toya was connected to several machines when Tomura entered the room first. The fire user looked smaller than usual without his hero costume; his slender body appeared frail. Tomura was afraid that if he took his eyes off Toya, he would disappear. Hooked to the male's face was an oxygen mask. Toya's face was swollen and covered in welts of black, blue, and green. His nose was crooked with dried blood underneath, and his arm was in a large white cast. The doctors said he had broken his arm in three places: the wrist, elbow, and shoulder. Toya's pale skin was marked with black and purple bruises, and the white bandages around his head and torso were stained with patches of crimson. As the rest of the group gathered around the hospital bed, Tomura scooped up the clipboard hanging from the bed rail, scanning the report and grimacing.
Hero Dabi has suffered a severe concussion to the head. It is undetermined if the hero will wake up and if Toya's memories will be intact. I've noted the following: Hero's arm has been fractured in three separate places and required a heat-resistant bar to be inserted to maintain movement. Dabi also has a broken ankle and will need therapy at a later date. He also have four broken ribs; fortunately, only one has punctured his lung. We are keeping Dabi on oxygen to try and maintain breathing. We managed to fix the lung in surgery, but doctors are still unsure if the organ will survive. May need a transplant, but only time will tell. Endeavor has declined to authorize pain medications for Dabi, leaving them in a medically induced coma until further notice. Additionally, Endeavor has mentioned the possibility of moving Dabi to the same hospital as their mother if their memories do not return.
Toga edged closer, but Tomura quickly hid the clipboard against his chest and shook his head. "You don't want to know," he stated simply.
The blonde's eyes hardened as she whispered, "It's bad, isn't it?" The blue-haired male nodded in response. Tears swelled in the blonde's eyes. "He's going to live, right? Toya won't leave us, right?" She begged softly.
Tomura simply smiled. "You know, Dabs, he'll be fine. He'll get through the night, and we'll be there to help him," he answered.
The blue-haired man placed the clipboard on the counter and joined the small group around the bed. Sitting down next to the smaller man, he intertwined his fingers with the other man's and leaned forward slightly. "Come back to us, Toya," he whispered.
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The next ten months seemed to go by in a blur. Tomura watched as the doctors slowly removed the oxygen mask, keeping their eyes glued to the monitors as they did so. Once everything seemed normal, the doctors slowly raised the bed and let the blue-haired hero sit with the sleeping form. Once the nurse and doctor left the room, Tomura scooted closer toward the bed. "You'll never guess what has happened in the last ten months, dude," he whispered with a soft smile. "Compress and Spinner started a new club at school; they don't have many members yet, but I'm sure they'll get more soon. They're just too worried about you, man." He continued. Tomura talked for what felt like hours, rambling about anything and everything. When the sliding glass opened, he winced slightly, turning his attention toward the door, noticing Fuyumi was standing in the doorway, a bundle of sunflowers in her arms, and her eyes blown wide.
The woman's eyes were cast down to her feet quickly. "Sorry, I didn't know you'd be here." She whispered.
"It's alright; I wasn't inspecting someone to visit besides me." Tomura replied.
The other chuckled lightly, setting the flowers into a vase and then setting it next to the bed. "I managed to get some time off from work since Toya is in the hospital. The doctor says he's doing better. I'm still worried about his lung, but they're hopeful." The white-haired sibling explained, sitting on the other side.
Tomura watched her for a moment before nodding and turning back to the sleeping form. "I still can't believe he's laying here; normally he's with Toga or Spinner, causing as much trouble as they can." The hero muttered.
"Sounds like Toya; is everyone else alright?" Fuyumi asked.
Tomura exhaled loudly, picking at the scabs on his wrist. "No, everyone is too worried or on edge. Al Might tries to keep our minds off of it with Soba nights, but I can tell Toga and Magne are taking it the hardest." He admitted.
Nodding her head slightly, she said, "Understandable, this is the first time your team has been broken up for so long." The woman said,.
The blue-haired hero growled suddenly, forming a fist at his side. "They want us to start looking into replacements! What the fuck are they thinking?" He shouted, standing quickly.
Fuyumi flinched slightly from the chair hitting the floor, smiling softly. "It's probably just temporary until Toya gets better; they aren't sure if he'll remember you guys." She shrugged.
The male narrowed his eyes at the girl, snarling loudly. "That's not any better! You're father wants to send him away; if that happens, are you really going to sit there and let your father do that to your brother!?" He shouted again.
The other was silent for a long moment, keeping her eyes trained down on her hands. "Of course not; Natsuo and I have agreed to either let him stay at UA or bring him home until he regains some of his memories." She explained. They grew silent for a long minute, and Tomura slowly sat back down into his chair after picking it up from the floor. Lips pressed into a thin line as tears threatened to spill down his pale cheeks. Too many thoughts were spinning in his head, causing a dull pain to overwhelm him. "I know this is hard for your group; Toya talks about you guys all the time. I promise you, Tomura, I won't let my father send him away." Fuyumi said softly.
Twenty minutes passed silently before the hero stood slowly. Leaning forward, he gently set his forehead on the side of Toya's. "I'll be back, I promise." He whispered, leaning back slightly. "I'll leave you alone now. I'm sorry for shouting." He muttered, not waiting for the sibling to respond, and left the room.
Chapter 3: Chapter Three
Summary:
Natuso visits his brother in the hospital and meets Tomura for the first time.
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Tomura was starting to hate hospitals; he knew every hall like the back of his hand. The bright blue chairs were hard, and no matter how many pillows he put down, it never helped. The machines hooked to Touya caused a mixture of anxiety and dread to seep into his chest, and the feeling never seemed to subside when the nurses came to check on the firehero. Tomura would watch them replace his bandages, checking his stitches, and once they were satisfied, the nurse would jot something down on the chart before leaving. The decaying hero was guilty of checking every time, but he didn't feel too bad when it came to his second-in-command's health. He wanted to make sure nobody was trying to sneak information to Endevor. Or make Dabi worse than he already was; they estimated that Touya would be in a coma for another month or two to make sure the pain was manageable without drugs since he had addiction issues in the past. Another lie from Endeavor caused the hatred for the number two pro-hero to burn brighter inside Tomura.
The white walls were too clean, and the smell of antiseptic soap caused him to gag. The hero lost count of how often the nurses and doctors tried to shoo him out of the small room. Lulling him into a false case of security with empty promises of them swearing they'd call him if Touya woke up. But Tomura didn't want to move; he was too scared that if he left the room, the doctors and nurses would take Touya away or run off and get Dabi's father. He didn't want to take his eyes off the figure in the bed across from him, willing the hunger and sleep to the back of his head even though the decayed hero's eyes burned. It's been over ten months and three weeks since Touya's accident, and the smaller male wasn't sure what was worse. People were trying to tell him that Leauge needed to continue with their hero work and let the doctors do their jobs. Or the thought of one of his best friends not waking up.
Even though the other members agreed that they didn't want to replace the fire hero, they did find it harder to do missions without someone who could do ranged attacks. It was getting harder to control Togo's rage; the small blonde always had an unhealthy obsession with seeing people's blood. But lately, it felt like her obsession was fueled by rage, which scared everyone. The door sliding open snapped Tomura out of his train of thought as his tired eyes slowly looked up. Tomura has seen pictures of Touya's brother; the white hair with flecks of red seemed to be the Todoroki signature, but with Natsuo, he resembled his older brother with more bright snow-white hair.
Natsuo's bright gray eyes flicked from the bed and then toward Tomura, and the hero would be lying if his breathing got caught in his throat. Clearing his throat, the sibling repositioned the plastic bag in his hands before walking further into the room. "Sorry, I didn't know someone would be here; the nurses said he was alone." He said this, sitting down in the chair on the other side of the bed.
Anger bubbled in Tomura's chest as he formed a fist on his leg. Clenching his teeth tightly, he narrowed his eyes toward each other. "Well, he's not. Fuck them for thinking I'd leave him alone." He snapped.
Natsuo chuckled, causing Tomura's heart to seize slightly. "This isn't how I thought I'd be meeting Touy-nii's friends." He said this, setting the plastic bag on the small table next to him.
Apologize, dumbass. A voice in the back of his head snapped. "Sorry..." The blue-haired hero muttered, his eyes falling to his lap.
Todoroki smiled, waving a hand in front of him. "Don't apologize; Touya's accident is affecting everyone." He replied.
Tomura's head turned toward the clipboard, scowling at it slightly. "Everyone except your dad." He muttered once again.
Natsuo's smile faltered. The male chewed his lower lip slightly, turning his attention back toward the plastic bag. Then I started rummaging through for a few minutes before pulling out a few snacks and drinks and passing an orange drink toward Tomura. "How did his surgery go?" The white-haired sibling asked, his gray eyes flicking toward the sleeping form.
The blue-haired hero cocked his head to the side, brows furrowing with confusion. "Didn't your sister say anything?" He quizzed.
The male shook his head and said, "We're trying to keep Touya's condition under wraps with Dad hovering around. She told me that he wanted to send him to the same hospital that our mom went to before she died." He explained.
Tomura's eyes widened and then returned to normal after a few minutes. His hands shook in his lap as he chewed on the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood. "Y-Y-Your mom's dead?" He asked.
Natsuo nodded slowly, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. "Yeah, for a few years now. Doctors said she committed suicide in her room, but Touya was determined dad did something." He said.
The hero opened his mouth, but nothing came out, and then swiftly closed it as a wave of remorse passed over him. "He's never talked about you guys," he admitted.
The other male scoffed and shook his head. "Don't blame him; everything changed for the worst when Shoto was born," Natsuo whispered.
The room grew silent after that, and the machine next to them was alarmed but calmed down after a few minutes. "I'm sorry...." Tomura whispered, breaking the silence.
The white-haired male barked out a laugh, relaxing slightly. "It's alright; Touya was there to protect us. Especially Shoto, when dad started training him instead." He smiled.
"They had to use a heating rod to replace most of the bone in his arm; the doctors don't know if he'll have very much movement. They managed to fix his lung and took him off oxygen a few weeks ago; they still want to keep him on the transplant list just in case the stitches don't hold." Tomura explained, deciding it would be best to keep the more gruesome details out for now. He knew Touya would hate the pity.
The room was eerily silent, besides the beeping from the machines next to them. "Fucking hell, Tou," Nastuo whispered, his eyes glued to his brother.
The hero sighed, picking his nails for a few minutes. "They aren't sure if he'll remember anything as well, so I want to stay so he doesn't panic when he wakes up," Tomura said with a shrug.
Natsuo smiled once more, gently reaching over and taking the older siblings' hands into his. "Fuyumi told me that she's already decided that Touya will probably stay with her. But with her work, I offered to take a break from college." He said.
The decaying hero snorted, shaking his head. "Touya would hate you both if you did that." He stated.
The white-haired male smiled wider. I gently squeezed Touya's hand and then waited for a response. Tomura watched the other for a long minute. Both of them expected the fire hero to move or even squeeze back, just to let them know he was listening. "True, but we have to do something. It's our turn to protect him; he's carried the burden of a big brother too long." Natsuo replied.
Curiosity started gnawing at Tomura's stomach. Swallowing thickly, the blue-haired male scratched his neck nervously, pausing after a few minutes. "Is Shoto going to come too?" He asked.
Natsuo ran a hand through his hair, letting out a sigh as he leaned back in his hair. Arm dangling from the back of the chair. "He wants to, but with all the villain attacks, the school is on lockdown. He'd have to ask his teacher to bring him, and Shoto is as bad as Touya when it comes to asking for things." He said.
The decaying hero pressed his lips into a thin line. You could offer; Shoto deserves to see his older brother. Shaking the thought from his head, he knew nothing about the kid; all he'd heard about any of Dabi's siblings was from themselves. A mixture of emotions swirled in his chest, but it wasn't fair that his siblings knew almost everything about Leauge. "Can't one of you guys bring him?" Tomura asked instead.
The sibling shook his head, leaning his head back to stare at the ceiling. "The teacher wants to make sure heroes in training have a pro with them just in case something happens. At least until Shoto gets his license." He explained.
They were silent for what felt like hours. Tomura watched Touya's chest rise and fall for a few minutes before opening his drink and taking a long sip. Too many things have happened in the last ten months, and if the hero had to be honest with himself, he wanted to curl up in a hole and hide, hoping that Compress would take over the group. There were too many secrets about his second in command-coming to light, and he didn't know how to process them. The fire user never spoke about his family or his father, only that he wished he could kill the pro. Tomura wondered if that was where half of Dabi's anger came from; his mother was dead, his father was number two, and he was pushing his younger brother to be a hero as well. He was forced to be the adult in the house, taking care of his siblings while his father 'trained' him. The blue-haired hero wasn't stupid; he noticed the bruising around the other's wrists whenever he came back from his childhood home for the weekend. The anger in his bright blue eyes seemed to dull, then spark back to life when he noticed Leauge in a room. Tomura noticed that Dabi's smile soon became plastic as well; he never knew when the other hero was genuinely happy or just pretending for everyone's benefit.
"Do you want to get dinner with me?" Natsuo asked, breaking the silence and causing the blue-haired male to choke on his drink.
Coughing into his fist for a few minutes, Natsuo patiently waited for the other to regain his breathing before smirking smugly. He must have learned from Touya that the fire user always managed to get under his skin with a single comment. But for some reason, Tomura didn't mind as much when it was Natsuo; his heart beat against his chest faster whenever he stared into those gray eyes. I doubt Touya would appreciate you hitting on his brother. The voice piped in once more, shaking the thought to the back of his head quickly. "What?" Tomura simply responded.
The white-haired male chuckled and said, "Do you want to get dinner with me? Touya isn't going anywhere, and the nurses are going to start their rounds soon." He explained. When the other male didn't reply after a few minutes, Natsuo contained himself. "As friends."
The blue-haired hero rolled his eyes, scoffing loudly. "Friends, I can bearly handle your brother daily. I doubt I can handle any more Todoroki's." He commented, folding his arms over his chest.
Natsuo laughed again, his eyes squeezed tightly shut as tears leaked out, falling down his pale cheeks as he wrapped a hand around his belly. "Touya always said you were more angsty than an emo teenager when it came to emotions," he wheezed. Tomura felt the tips of his ears heat up as he shot a glare toward the sleeping form next to him. I made a mental reminder to knock some sense into the fire hero whenever he woke up. The white-haired male took a few deep breaths, wiping the tears from his face with his thumb. "He loves you guys too." He rasped.
Tomoura made a noise in the back of his throat, rolling his eyes once more. "Touya needs to learn to mind his business." He trailed off.
The white-haired sibling nodded. "You know he calls you his best friend; I should be jealous, but I have never seen him smile so much when he talks about you." He stated. The male waited a few minutes before he started speaking again. "He'll be fine; he's bounced back from worse. You guys need to take a break and take care of yourselves before he wakes up. He'd never forgive himself if you all put yourselves into an early grave because of him." He said.
Tomura glanced back toward Dabi, chewing his bottom lip until he tasted copper. If Touya were awake, he'd demand the blue-haired hero make a change; he'd regret it later in life if he didn't take more chances. The problem was that he wasn't sure how his best friend would feel if he started pining for his younger brother. Dabi was protective of his siblings; that much was evident from the talks between his Fuyumi and Natsuo. "Fine. As friends." He sighed.
Natsuo pushed himself off the chair and smiled widely. "As friends." He clarified.
Chapter 4: Chapter Four
Summary:
Shoto finally visits his brother in the hospital after sneaking out of school and meets a member of the League.
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Can you watch Dabi? I have some things I need to take care of. -Tomura
Kurogiri stared at the text message for a long moment, letting out a small sigh as he slowly looked up at the male in front of him. It was strange for the blue-haired hero to leave his second in command, but the shadow hero wouldn't question it. Half of him hoped that Tomura managed to find something to distract him from the pyro. The other half was worried that the younger hero had gotten into trouble. Ever since the accident, everyone in the league seemed to be hanging on by a threat, ready to snap at any moment. Kurogiri glanced at the heart monitor, watching the green line bounce on the screen, closing his yellow eyes, and exhaled. Even though everyone else held hope, the shadow hero knew that there was a slim chance Dabi was going to remember anything. The older male read the report and he was shocked that the young man was even alive.
The room was too quiet for Kurogiri. His yellow eyes slowly scanned the hospital room, examining the flowers and balloons that littered the right corner of Dabi's bed. The male's eyes flicked back toward his teammate, scooting closer. The shadow hero wasn't very good at this part; that's why he was always back up just in case one of the team gets injured. He was perfectly happy sitting at the agency doing paperwork while having very little contact with the other heroes. Kurogiri reached out a shaky hand, gently taking Dabi's hand into his. Running a cool thumb across the tops of his hand, the clock next to him seemed to grow louder as he stared at the fire user. The older male gently squeezed the other's hand, trying to form the words in his head as he swallowed thickly.
Seconds passed, before he felt Dabi squeeze back weakly. Time seemed to freeze as Kurogiri's eyes grew wide, quickly looking down at both of their hands. At first, the shadow man thought his brain was playing tricks on him until the heart monitor next to them grew slightly more rapid and the fire user tried again, but weaker. The older male fought the urge to jump from his seat, to grab his phone. Instead, he felt the corner of his lip twitch slightly. "I hear you…": Don't strain yourself too hard. Just rest. We'll be here when you wake. Kurogiri whispered, raising his free hand, and started gently petting Dabi's white hair. The Pyro seemed to hear the other as his hand went limp in the shadow man's hand; a few seconds later, the heart monitor returned to normal.
As soon as a nurse entered the room, Kurogiri relaxed a little and flicked up her eyes. As the woman recorded the pyro's vitals, the shadow man chewed over his wounds and wrote something down on his chart. As the nurse punched a few buttons on the machines, the elderly man's gut churned with anxiety. Finally, he bit his lower lip and spoke. "He squeezed my hand, it wasn't very hard, but I felt it." He told her. The nurse's green eyes scanned the other male for a few minutes, and a soft smile formed on her face as she explained that was a good sign he was going to wake up soon, but it was still too early to tell when.
Kurogiri nodded his head slowly, watching her leave the room shortly afterward. You need to tell the league. A small voice whispered in the back of his head. But if the older male had to be honest, he was too scared to let go, worried if he did then Dabi would revert somehow… Kurogiri waited for a few minutes before slowly slipping his hand out of Dabi's loose grip. Then slowly leaned back in his chair and pulled his phone out of his pocket, opening the league's group chat.
Shadowboi: Dabi squeezed my hand. The nurse said it was a normal sign that he was going to wake up soon. But they still don't know when, so don't get your hopes up yet.
Mophead: What do you mean he squeezed your hand!? Did he say anything!?
Shadowboi: No, at first I thought my mind was playing tricks on me since his grip was so weak.
Vampire Girl: Does this mean our team will be back to normal soon?
Ninja Turtle: Toga remembers what the doctors said; there is a slim chance he's going to remember us…
Vampire Girl: He needs blood!
Mama Mange: I don't think blood will help him right now, dear.
Mophead: Dabi doesn't need this craziness; when he wakes up, we should be as supportive as possible; he's probably going to be confused as well so we need to make sure not to make it worse.
Dudemagician: If he doesn't remember us, we all should meet him one-on-one, that way we don't overwhelm him.
Shadowboi: We also need to think about his siblings… Once his father hears that he's woken up, Endeavor will try and see Dabi.
Duplicate: We should kill that fucker. We need to protect Dabi from him.
Everyone: Agreed.
Kurogiri leaned his head back against the chair, placed his phone on the nightstand beside him, and stared up at the ceiling, feeling a mixture of emotions swirl in his chest; he should have been happy that his teammate was recovering, but the thought made his stomach turn. The shadow man could only imagine the looks on everyone's faces when the fire starter did wake up, his eyes wide with fear and confusion. The older male wasn't sure who would take it the hardest in the league; his first thought would be either Toga or even Twice, but deep down, the male knew Tomura would be hit the hardest.
Kurogiri was startled out of his train of thought by the door opening again and slowly raised his head to see the mismatched eyes of the person. The smaller youth stood in the doorway, peering at the fire user lying in bed, while the elder male recognized the UA outfit quickly. With caution, the aspiring hero moved deeper into the space, placed his backpack next to the chair, and then sank into the plastic seat. He drew his small hands together and held them in his lap, gazing down at the earth. As he talked, his hair partially obscured his face. "A-Are you one of my Touya-nii's friends?" He muttered.
The older male paused. He still wasn't used to hearing Dabi's legal name. The Pyro demanded that the team call him by his hero name and would get pissed if they tried to call him anything else. There were a few memories of the fire user burning Toga and Twice. When they decided to tease the male, Kurogiri still remembered the blonde female crying to him with a small burn on her arm. The teenager must have noticed his expression and kept silent, keeping his eyes down on his lap. Kurogiri shook the memory from his brain and finally nodded slowly. "Yeah, I work with your brother…You're Shoto, right?" The older male asked.
The younger man bit his lower lip and nodded softly, raising his head slowly. "Y-Yeah, I'm training to be a hero like Touya; he's the reason why I want to be one." He clarified, averting his gaze from the elder brother. The young hero blinked the tears that had begun to form in the corner of his eyes, and the elder man saw them. "When we were younger, Touya always looked out for me, so I think it's only fair that I return the favor. However, I felt guilty in some way after learning about his accident." Shoto went on his lip, wobbling slightly.
The shadow hero remained silent as he carefully considered the words that would come next. The man gave his hands a fleeting glance, as he recalled how Dabi had grasped his hand to signal to everyone that he was okay. Dabi's heart recognized who was with him even though his head most likely didn't know. This was important because it offered Kurogiri some tiny comfort in knowing that all would work out in the end. "I doubt that's how your brother would want you to feel. Being a hero should come from the heart, not from a sense of duty. Although Dabi might be difficult to read at times, I can see he genuinely loves the three of you and wants you to pursue whatever gives you happiness." He explained.
Shoto smiled softly, nodding his head, and then turned his attention toward his older sibling. He grabbed his backpack from the floor and slowly unzipped it. Rummaging for a few minutes before pulling out a stuffed bunny, the brown fur was matted and small chunks looked to be missing from the belly and ears. The teenager set the stuffed animal next to Dabi's head, inhaling and then exhaling softly before turning his attention back toward the older male. "T-Thank you for being there for my brother." He talks about you guys all the time; it makes us worry less knowing he has people looking out for him. Shoto replied.
They sat in silence for a long moment; the clock next to them ticked loudly. Kurogiri's yellow eyes glanced back toward Dabi, then back toward Shoto. "Your bother is going to be okay; he's showing signs of waking up soon. The nurses aren't sure when though still, so they don't want us to get our hopes up. He announced, watching as the young hero perked up slightly. A wide smile formed on Shoto's face, reaching over and running a thumb over the fire starter's bandaged arm.
The teenager continued to stare at his sleeping older brother, "I know there is a slim chance of him keeping his memories, but I still hope." He said.
Kurogiri watched him, lips pressed into a thin line. "Forgive me if this comes across badly, but why does everyone still have hope?" "If he forgets, won't it hurt more?" The older male asked.
A few minutes later, Shoto's eyes flared and then went back to normal. The youngster shook his head and let out a deep laugh. "Touya used to say that you were socially awkward." He made a joke about getting you a how-to dummy book and said you were worse than me. He released a wheeze. The training hero's laughter subsided, and an overwhelming sense of shame overcame the older male. "It will hurt, that much is true. We Todoroki, though, are resilient and recover rapidly, so I suppose we're taking a chance. Shoto explained. "Aren't you guys hopefully?" Cocking his head to the side, he added.
Were they hopeful? Kurogiri was aware that Toga and Tomura were likely the most experienced members of the group. The others were simply taking care of the fallout and waiting for the second shoe to drop. But if the older male had to be honest after Dabi squeezed his hand, he suddenly held out hope. Suddenly Shoto's words struck the shadow hero; it was true that Dabi had a habit of bouncing back quickly. Kurogiri watched the fire starter jump in front of a speeding car to save a kid, only getting a few scrapes and bruises that only lasted a week or two. The older male glanced down at the pyro humming softly. "I think we are expecting it and pushing it to the back of our minds until it happens. We know he'll be safe with your sister and brother, but we worry that his memories will forever be missing and we'll lose all the years we had with him. He said.
Shoto nodded his head, "But just think of all the new memories you'll be able to have with him." You'll be with him to experience his first ice cream. Or his first movie, those memories will resonate con him, even if he does get his full memory back one day. He said with a wide smile.
"For someone so young, you're very wise," Kurogiri replied.
The younger hero chuckled, "Todoroki's are naturally wise; we look out for ourselves since mom died and dad isn't home often enough. We're forced to grow up quickly." He answered.
The shadow hero hummed once more, "That must be tough." He said simply.
The adolescent laughed, "The three of us were lucky, we got some sort of childhood, Touya practically raised us and became a hero because he wanted to protect children like us." He answered back. Shoto's phone buzzed, and they reverted to a pleasant stillness. "I need to leave before my teacher discovers that I sneaked out," the young hero grumbled. "I appreciate you keeping an eye on my brother." Taking his backpack off the floor, he blurted as he ran out of the room.
Kurogiri waved to the teenager, sighed, and waited for the door to finally close. His gaze returned to the fire hero and he relaxed a little, letting out a small laugh. "You have a very thoughtful family, Dabi…" With his arms crossed across his chest, he sighed and dozed off.
Chapter 5: Chapter Five
Summary:
Touya finally wakes up, but ignorantly the reunion isn't as sweet as the Leauge would like it to be.
Notes:
Finally uploading a chapter for this fic, super excited to get this story going again. I am still unfortunately not going to be following the schedule and will be uploading sporadically for at least two or more weeks. But I will still upload when I have inspiration, I am currently writing a Dabihaul One-shot that should be uploaded soon for everyone.
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Tomura should have been relieved to be called to the hospital, but instead of feeling relieved, he was filled with fear as he hurried down the white hallway. As the nurse had predicted, Touya woke up a few days later. However, they advised against having too many people attend because the fire starter was still healing. Touya was certainly afraid and puzzled, but the blue-haired hero understood what that meant. Touya didn't remember anything. Since they were best friends and Tomura knew the pyro better than anybody, the Leauge decided that it would be best for him to visit first to lessen the blow after a vote. The man slowed his steps toward the fire starter's room, nibbling the inside of his lip and picking his nails before putting up his hand and tapping softly on the door.
Wide blue eyes filled with a mixture of terror and confusion met Tomura's scarlet ones as they waited a few minutes before carefully pulling the door open. The blue-haired hero took a step forward and saw Touya tighten his hold on his blanket. "Can I sit down?" Tomura asked, gesturing toward the plastic chair next to the bed. With his eyes fixed on his lap, the fire user gave a hesitant nod. Tomura looked at the other as the male sighed and sat down. The sound of the clock next to them seemed to reverberate throughout the tiny space. "I know you're scared, but I promise I won't hurt you." He hesitated before offering Touya a reassuring touch on the shoulder.
The pyro was silent for a long moment, swallowing thickly. "Do you work for the hospital?" Touya asked.
Tomura was silent before shaking his head slowly. "No, I'm a hero. I was there during your accident." He replied. The blue-haired male formed a fist on his lap, and as the anxiety started gnawing at his stomach, he wasn't sure what he was supposed to not tell Touya. Has your dad come? He opened his mouth and asked the question on the tip of his tongue, but Tomura wasn't brave enough to ask. They sat in silence for a few seconds before the male continued. "Has anyone else visited you?" He asked instead.
The fire starter laughed, "I didn't think I was important enough, but apparently I am for the number one hero. He's another hero; his quirk is fire like mine but weaker. As well as some doctors, they wanted to ask me some questions and want to put me through some tests to make sure everything is working right." He explained.
The blue-haired male bit back a gasp as he tightened his fists; his quirk bubbled at his skin, and his neck was on fire. His eyes hardened as he glared down at his lap, the need to decay something bubbling in his chest. "That's good," he responded through clenched teeth.
Without appearing to notice, Touya leaned back in his bed and carried on. "They told me that I have total amnesia and that I no longer remember anything from my previous life. Until they are certain that I can take care of myself, they want to appoint a hero to essentially babysit me." He smiled sadly as he spoke. "All I felt when they told me was rage. Why did I feel that? He muttered.
Tomura suppressed a snort that would have sounded like Dabi. Every time the Leauge offered to assist the fire hero in any way, he detested being taken care of; it was like drawing blood from a stone. The memories caused a bubble of joy to burst in the man's chest, but soon the laughter gave way to sadness. It seemed like forever, but Dabi was gradually becoming dependent on them for things, particularly when it came to his peculiarities or fights with his dad. When the pyro accepted to undergo quirk training, Tomura was positive he had suffered a stroke. "It's natural to feel angry when strangers want to dictate your life for you." He responded lowly.
The pyro exchanged a glance with Tomura, his lower lip twitching slightly. "Yeah, I guess it's harder because I don't know who to trust anymore." He said.
The blue-haired male set a hand on the other's shoulder and said, "Well, you can trust me." He stated, giving a soft smile.
The arsonist glanced down at his hand, staring at it for a moment. Tomura was expecting Dabi to shrug it off, but the male instead sighed. "No offense, but I feel like everyone I'm going to meet will be saying that." He trailed off.
The decaying hero laughed, nodding his head. "Guess you're right, I'm Tomura," he said, holding out a hand.
The pyro stared at the hand, gently grabbing it and shaking it. "I'm..." He started and then paused. Eyes turned owlish as the fear grew. "I don't know who I am." He whispered.
Tomura cocked his head to the side, glancing at the clipboard that was now missing from the end of the bed. Anger sparked in his chest once more. "Didn't the doctors tell you?" He asked, trying to keep his voice even.
Touya shook his head, eyes cast back down to his bandaged hands that were now shaking. Normally the male would take a step back; an emotional Dabi was as dangerous as a wild animal. He was unpredictable, and so was his quirk when the Leauge found out his fire was tied to his emotions. "They didn't want to overwhelm me with everyone in the room," Dabi replied.
The decaying hero chewed the inside of his cheek. You can at least give him his name dumbass. He deserves that before Endeavor fills his head with lies. "It's Touya, but you like to be called Dabi," Tomura answered.
The smaller male lifted his head to look at the hero. "Touya..." The fire starter tested a few times before he scrunched his nose and shook his head. "I like Dabi better," he concluded.
The blue-haired hero barked out a laugh. "I knew you would; it suits you better." He beamed.
Touya smiled widely. "Now that we're not strangers anymore, I can trust you, right, Tomura?" He asked, "You wouldn't lie to me?" He quizzed once more.
Tomura pushed back the urge to wrap his arms around the smaller male. Blinking the tears that pricked the corner of his eyes. "Of course, Dabi, ask anything, and I'll do my best to help." He said.
Dabi opened his mouth to speak when the door sliding open interrupted him. Turning his head and watching Endeavor and a small group of doctors walk through the door again. The flame pro narrowed his eyes toward Tomura, grunting, and continued walking toward the bed. "Decay..."
Tomura's shoulders tensed as he glared at the larger male. His lips curled into a soft snarl as he drew closer. "Endeavor. We're kind of busy, so if you don't mind, leave." He snapped.
A doctor from the small group cautiously stepped out from behind the pro. "We need to take Touya to his first test; you can come back after lunch." He announced, his slender fingers gripping the clipboard tightly.
Tomura could feel the tension in the air; his red eyes narrowed at the doctor, who quickly took a step back behind Endeavor. His eyes flicked back toward Touya, who'd had pure confusion on his face as his blue eyes glanced toward everyone in the room. "Fuck that, I'm not leaving him with you." The decaying hero growled.
Endeavor made a noise in the back of his throat that was a mixture of a scoff and a growl. "Decay, as a pro-hero, it's my job to make sure this civilian has a speedy recovery after what he endured. As your superior, I am asking you to leave." He demanded, making a fist at his side while his suit illuminated brightly.
The blue-haired hero watched the orange flames dance off the older male's shoulder, rolling his eyes and snorting. "Fuck you, Endeavor. I don't know what you're planning, but I won't let you hurt Dabi." He replied, standing from his chair and blocking Touya's view with his own body.
Tomura jumped slightly when a hand grabbed onto his, turning his head and noticing that Dabi grabbed onto him. Tears spilled from his eyes as he stared at the other male. "T-Tomura, I don't want to cause more trouble. I'll be okay; he's a pro, right?" He sobbed.
The decaying hero spun on his heels, facing Touya. "I don't trust them alone with you; I'm your friend, remember." He said, wiping the tears with his thumbs.
The fire starter made a choked noise, putting his hands on the others and slowly pulling them off. "I'll be alright; he's a pro-hero; it's his job to make sure I'm safe." He said it weakly.
Tomura still wasn't convinced; every instinct was screaming at him to stay and protect his teammate. But he couldn't push Dabi any further; with his memory shot, the fire starter was too sensitive with information. Anything could set him off, and that scared him more. "Dabi...Are you sure?" He asked, sighing.
The fire hero nodded his head, eyes flicking toward Endeavor. "Yeah, could you get me something? I don't know what I like, but I have a feeling you do. I trust you." He asked.
The male gently squeezed Dabi's hand before letting go slowly. "Of course, I'll be right back. Alright, call me if you need me." He instructed.
Touya gave the other a tired smile. "I will..." He responded.
Tomura shot a glare at the taller male, gently hitting his arm as he walked past him. "Hurt him, and I swear to God I'll decay your arms." He whispered before leaving the room.
Chapter 6
Summary:
Endeavor observes Touya's tests, as well as makes the hero question everything about himself.
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After waiting for the door to close, Endeavor began to relax a little and observed the group of physicians helping Touya go from his bed onto a wheelchair. After shooing the doctor away, the flame hero carefully wheeled his son into the hallway and trailed the little group down the white hallways. "Were you there? At the accident, that is." With his head turned to stare at the bigger man, Touya inquired.
The pro-hero pressed his lips into a thin line as he stared at the bright blue eyes. A mixture of parental instincts and a spark of something else swelled in his chest. "No, I was home with my wife and children when it happened." He answered. Endeavor watched his son's eyes dim slightly as his head turned back around, eyes falling to his lap. "The villain that caused the accident is on his way to Tartrus; you saved a ton of people." He added. Touya fell slightly, picking at the small string on his hospital gown sleeve nervously. Chewing his bottom lip as they walked into a large room with a bunch of smaller machines, with an MRI in the middle of the room. The pro-hero helped the smaller male up from the chair, letting him gain his balance on his shaky legs, before helping him on the small slab. "I'll be in the room with the doctor; shout if you get uncomfortable." He instructed, earning a nod from the fire user.
The firehero walked into the small room, sitting down next to one of the doctors. Watching as the short woman pressed a few buttons, suddenly the machine sprang to life and the room was filled with a loud humming noise. Endeavor's blue eyes flicked toward the computer screen, watching different colors illuminate it. The woman hummed and then took a few notes in Touya's file: "It looks like the concussion has affected his temporal lobe worse than we thought." She muttered.
The flame hero tried not to flinch. "What does this mean?" He asked lowly.
The shorter woman fixed her glasses, sitting down next to him. Letting out a small sigh, "Your son won't be able to process new memories well, or even old memories. There is still a chance he'll remember everything just fine, but I doubt it." She explained.
The taller male ran a hand through his hair, leaning back in his chair. "So what do we do?" Endeavor asked.
The doctor inhaled and exhaled loudly, pressing a few buttons; shortly afterward, the room grew silent once more. "Have a hero accompany him at all times, but before we jump ahead. We need to make sure his ankle heals and his lung will hold long enough to live past thirty." She stated, pushing herself up from her chair and walking into the larger room.
Helping Touya into the wheelchair, Endeavor couldn't hear her speaking to the smaller male; the world seemed to be spinning around him as he continued to stare at his son. They walked down the hallway slowly; the silence and tension in the air could be cut with a knife. "Do you know if I have a family? I was going to ask that other hero that visited me, but I didn't want to bug him."
The older male chewed the inside of his cheek, and for the first time in a long time, anxiety washed through him. He's lied to his children before, but it was never anything like this. Endeavor had to be careful with what he said around Touya. Even with him not being able to hold memories, his son was smart. Smarter than the Flame hero ever gave credit for. "I'm not sure; we'll have to look. There were a lot of casualties in the fight." Endeavor lied.
"I hope that they are alright." Touya trailed off, picking at the small string once more.
For the remainder of the afternoon, Touya was taken to several rooms and saw various physicians. The fire starter hobbled between two bars for another hour, holding behind his waist. His legs gave out a few times, but Endeavor or one of the doctors was there to catch him. Every time the fat man in front of him gently rolled his ankle, the fire starter chewed his tongue to keep from screaming in agony. He hummed as he sank his nails into his palm, resisting the temptation of hitting the man as white-hot pain shot through his limb. "It should be a boot for a few more weeks," the doctor announced with a smile. The chubby male stood, stuffing his hands into his jacket pocket. "Tomorrow we'll run the final tests to make sure everything is looking good with your stitches. Then you'll be able to go home." He continued.
Touya opened his mouth but then closed it; his head felt like it was full of cotton. The smaller hero groaned lowly, rubbing the side of his head, noticing Endeavor quickly cleared his throat. "Why don't we leave those conversations for later? We don't want to stress him out." He suggested.
The doctor's eyes flicked toward the older male and then toward Touya. "Of course." He whispered.
With Touya wheeled back to his room, Endeavor saw something was off and tilted his head to the side. The blue flame user spotted a blue-haired man about his age setting out some little noodles and a few beverages on his table tray as soon as they walked in. The blue-haired male turned, and his eyes grew wide as a smile formed on his face. "Thank god you're back; I worried something happened to you, man." The stranger beamed.
Touya cocked his head to the side, blue eyes flicking up toward Endeavor. "Who are you?" He quizzed.
The other hero's smile faltered as he formed a fist at his side. Touya shook his head and glanced up toward the pro-hero, who slowly stood in front of him. "Dabs, that's not funny; we just had this conversation a few hours ago." He said it lowly.
The blue flame user narrowed his eyes, bringing a hand to the side of his head. The pain that started in the MRI machine returned as he squeezed his eyes shut. "D-Did we?" He rasped.
The stranger glared at the flame hero, letting out a small snarl. "What did you do to him?" He demanded loudly, causing the smaller male to flinch.
The taller hero inhaled, helping his son to his bed, then pulled the covers over his legs. "Decay, get a hold of yourself. Let's talk in the hallway." He said calmly. The blue-haired male growled lowly but nodded his head, making his way toward the door. Endeavor set a hand on the blue flame user's shoulder and said, "Eat your lunch; I'll be right back." He instructed softly.
The smaller hero nodded, shooting a small smile toward the other. "T-Thank you for everything today, Endeavor," he whispered.
The older male stared at Touya for a moment, brows pinching with confusion. "I didn't do anything..." He trailed off.
Touya chuckled lowly, setting a hand on the other males. "You made sure I wasn't alone, and it helped a lot." The blue flame user replied.
Endeavor didn't like the gnawing emotions that were clawing at his stomach as he stared down at his son. "I'd do that for any civilian." He answered, even though he knew it was a lie. The only reason he was here was because Touya was his son; now he had to make sure he wouldn't kill himself.
Touya made a noise in the back of his throat, quickly grabbing the older male's wrist as he started turning away. "Before you go, can I ask you something?" He quizzed.
"Of course," Endeavor replied simply.
The blue flame user swallowed thickly, eyes falling to his bandaged hands. "You have the same quirk as me; I was hoping you'd train me." He said.
The air in the room seemed to be sucked out as both Endeavor and the blue-haired male's eyes grew wide. Endeavor opened his mouth, but only air came out; it took everything in him to train his son when he was younger. Ignoring the cries from his wife and sons, he stared at the bruises and blood. "Let's get you better first." The pro-hero answered finally.
Once in the hallway, Tomura spun on his heels, throwing his arm toward Endeavor's face, who aught his fist effortlessly. "What the fuck did you do!?" He shouted.
The pro sighed, shutting the door behind him, gesturing for them to walk down the hallway. "The concussion that Touya has sustained has affected his temporal lope more than the doctors had predicted. They guess he has retrograde amnesia, but worse." He started to explain.
Tomura growled, tightening his fist at his side. Ignoring the pain that blossomed through the palm of his hand, hot blood slowly dripped from his closed fist, spilling through his fingers, and forming a small puddle next to him. "It's Dabi; you know he hates his name." He demanded. "What are they going to do?" He asked a few minutes later.
The flame hero shook his head, watching the smaller male pace a few times before running a hand through his hair once more. "There is nothing to be done; we can't fix him," Endeavor answered.
Once they were far enough away from Dabi's room, the decaying hero spun on his heels. "He doesn't need to be fixed! God, this is why he hates you; just let us take him home." He said.
Tomura watched the older male form a fist at his side as his suit glowed brightly. "We need to make sure his stitches are still intact before we can move him; I have already made arrangements for him to stay at a local psychiatrist ward until we can figure out where he'll be staying." He explained.
Tomura snarled loudly; his skin crawled as sweat began to form on either side of his head. He needed to decay something before he lost his temper. The blue-haired hero threw his hands up into the air, taking a few steps forward as he quickly grabbed a hold of a chair. Watching it turn to ash before his eyes, the decaying hero let out a sigh of relief. "He already has a home. With us, Fuyumi said he can stay with her." He stated.
Endeavor leaned against the wall, folding his arms over his chest. "She needs to worry about work." The flame hero answered.
The blue-haired male made a noise in the back of his throat, rolling his eyes. "Natsuo said he would." Tomura countered quickly.
The pro pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a sigh as smoke plumbed from his nose. "He needs to worry about school; I am his father, and I'll handle Touya." He said.
The blue-haired male closed the gap between them, jabbing the older male's chest a few times. "Not if I can help it. The Leauge and his siblings won't stand for this." He shouted.
Rolling his eyes, the taller male slapped the decaying hero's hand. Staring down at the decaying hero with his hardened blue eyes. "You don't get a say; now, as your superior, I order you to stand down." He responded.
Tomura quickly threw his fist once more, connecting with Endevor's cheek. "Fuck you! This isn't about you being a pro; this is about you sending him away because Dabi doesn't fit the perfect mold you hold against him. You're not going to treat him like his fucking mother!" He screamed, causing a few passing nurses to freeze in place.
The pro-hero brought a hand to his already bruising cheek. "If you don't stand down, Decay, I will have you and your team put behind bars." He stated.
"Try it, I dare you," Tomura said with a smirk.
Endeavor inhaled and exhaled, turning on his heels, and started making his way back toward Touya's room. "Stop seeing Touya; you stress him out." He demanded.
Chapter 7: Chapter Seven
Summary:
Endeavor introduces his co-worker to Touya...
Notes:
I never expected this series to get so much love, but I want to thank everyone who has commented. As well as the people who have liked the series, I was honestly nervous to post this series, but now I am drowning in ideas. I do have chapters 8-10 outlined and ready to be typed up, but so many people have been asking for a sequel to Home Grown I will probably work on that and a few updates for other projects for a bit.
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After three incident-free days, Touya received a boot, crutches, and strict instructions to walk just halfway down the corridor and back. During those three days, too many people, the smaller male, to keep track of visited him, and Endeavor stuck close to his bed, glaring at every person who got too close. The anxiety bubbled in the stomach of the blue fire starter as he fiddled with the string that seemed to be growing larger every second and chewed the inside of his cheek. The one person who caught Touya's attention was a blonde male with bright red wings curled neatly behind his back. The black markings around his eyes made his blue eyes widen as he stared at the winged man's bright yellow eyes. Endeavor dipped his head toward the blonde and then left the room, claiming he was grabbing lunch for the small group. The room grew heavily silent as the blue-fire user chewed his bottom lip until he tasted blood. "Do you work with Endeavor?" he stammered.
The winged blonde grabbed the blue plastic chair, pulling it closer to the bed, and Tpuya could feel his cheeks heating up slightly as he watched the bright red wings flutter slightly. "Something like that; has the doctor told you when you can go home?" He asked quickly, changing the topic.
The blue-fire user glanced down, shrugging slightly. "Endeavor said I would be able to go home in a few days, but I'm not even sure what home is like." He admitted.
The avian male nodded his head, picking at his black talons for a few minutes. He hated how close to home that comment made him feel, as memories of his childhood flashed through his mind. "I know what's that like; what about family?" He quizzed.
Touya snorted, rolled his eyes, and let out a small chuckle. "I don't even know my name. Nobody will tell me anything, and the one person that did tell me stuff, their memory is too fuzzy to know who they were," he said as anger bubbled in his chest.
The older male inhaled and exhaled softly, gently grabbing the fire user's hand. "Well, I'm Hawks. You can ask me anything, and I'll try my best to help you," the winged male said with a smile. "You can trust me and Endeavor," he added, giving the fire user's hand a small squeeze.
Touya was silent, squeezing his eyes shut and then slowly opening them once more. "Are you a hero?" He suddenly asked.
Hawks froze in place, his yellow eyes growing wide as he formed two fists on his lap. The winged male chewed the bottom of his lip, relaxing slightly as the sliding door opened. His wings puffed out slightly when someone with white hair rushed past him, wrapping their slender arms around the smaller male's shoulders. "Tou, are you okay? Dad said that you weren't accepting visitors," the woman cried.
The smaller male glanced toward Hawks, who set a hand on the woman's shoulder, gently prying her off of him. "I'm sorry, the doctor doesn't think it's a good idea for him to be overwhelmed with people." He explained.
The woman with snow-white hair spun around, glaring at the winged blonde. "Who are you? Dad has never mentioned you before!" she shouted.
Shortly afterward, the sliding door opened, and a teenager and another adult with white hair walked into the room. Their eyes flicked toward Hawks and then back toward Touya. The blue flame user opened his mouth and then quickly closed it as the air around him suddenly grew hot, and the smaller male let out a small whine. Hawks must have noticed, because he managed to squeeze himself between the bed and the small group, unfolding his large wings to block the blue flame user's view. A few long minutes passed before Touya slowly reached out, his bandaged, shaky fingers gently brushing against the bright red feathers. The softness of them made the smaller male gasp silently as he fought the urge to grab a handful and pull the large wing toward his face. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes as the overwhelming feeling of sage and cedar engulfed his nose, giving him the illusion of safety.
The world around him seemed to melt as something soft rubbed against his cheek, purring slightly as the man leaned into the touch. His brain was too foggy to understand what emotions were swirling in his chest; the need for safety and warmth overtook logic, and all Touya wanted was to be wrapped up in someone's arms and have the pain in his head that had been a dull ache in the back of his mind since he woke up. The small group glared at the blonde, who was soaking up the vibrations that Touya was sending through his feathers. It felt like hours before the door opened for what felt like the millionth time. Endeavor walked into the hospital room carrying a small tray with noodles and other food items, pausing in the doorway. "What's going on here?" he asked, his blue eyes scanning the small crowd.
The white-haired male narrowed his eyes toward the pro, clenching his teeth tightly while forming a fist at his side. "We came to see you since you won't let us..." He seethed.
Hawks and the flame hero exchanged glances for a few minutes before the blonde slowly curled his wings against his back. "Why don't we go see the pond in the garden?" He suggested turning his attention toward Touya.
"The doctor said I couldn't go very far," the blue flame user said nervously.
The blonde waved his hand toward the smaller male, snorting softly. "Don't worry about it; with two heroes, you'll be fine. Endeavor can pull some strings." He replied.
The user glanced at Endeavor, then back at Hawks. Suddenly, a wave of rebellion washed over the smaller male as the blonde slowly pulled the itchy blankets off his legs. They helped him into the chair and slowly walked out of the room. As soon as the door closed, the three siblings growled at their father. "What the heck, why won't you let us see Tou?" Natsuo shouted, throwing his arms up into the air.
The older male pinched the bridge of his nose, already feeling another headache coming on. "Your brother isn't in a stable condition for visitors; his memory is too short for him to keep memories of people." He explained calmly.
Shoto growled as orange flames engulfed his arms and then slowly spread up his shoulders. "That's not any reason to keep him from his family, Dad! Just because he can't remember anything doesn't mean he can't still feel loved instead of you keeping him in this cold-ass room with someone we don't even know." He shouted.
The pro-hero inhaled and exhaled loudly, bringing a hand to his forehead. "Hawks is a co-worker." He sighed.
Folding her arms over her chest, "If he's a co-worker, then why haven't we met him? Or seen him on TV?" Fuyumi countered.
Endeavor let out a loud snarl, "Enough questions! I don't want you kids worrying about your brother anymore. I will take care of him." He yelled.
"Like you took care of Mom," Shoto muttered.
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Touya was wheeled out into the lawn by Hawks in silence, his talons slightly pressing into the black rubber. The blue flame user chewed his bottom lip on the string that irritated his bandaged wrist while keeping his blue gaze fixed on his lap. The male with red wings took a seat on the stone bench and parked Touya in front of the enormous pound. He then took a moment to observe the ducks. "Hawks... Do you ever get the feeling people are lying to you?" Abruptly, he asked, making the other man look up.
The male narrowed his eyes, staring at the smaller male. "What does that mean?" He questioned.
The man watched his fingers quiver as he made two fists. Then he let out a quiet exhale and looked up at the blonde with wings. "It seems like everyone is staring at me, even though they aren't seeing me." They are merely taking advantage of me to further their interests. I become so furious that it feels like my skin is on fire because I don't know who to trust." He explained.
Hawks scooted closer, watching Touya's eyes glow slightly. His yellow eyes flicked down to his hands, examining the small blue sparks that ignited from his fingers. The winged male set a hand on the other's shoulder; a mixture of emotions swirled in his chest. "H-H-How about you come to live with me?" He suggested.
They were silent for a long moment, Touya's lip twitching slightly. "I doubt Endeavor would let me do that." He whispered.
The blonde barked out a laugh, throwing his head backward. "You need a babysitter, right?" He said, gently nudging the smaller male's shoulder.
The blue flame user's eyes went owlish as a warm feeling spread through his chest as the blonde laughed. Touya's heart was beating against his chest as his fists shook slightly. He suddenly wanted to hear Hawks laughing more; he wanted to see the twinkle in the winged male's eyes as he wrapped an arm around Touya's shoulders. The air around them suddenly was too hot, and the bandages around his throat felt like they were constricting him. Swallowing thickly, Touya let out a groan, putting his head into his hands while rolling his eyes. "Don't remind me; I don't see why I need one." He snapped.
Hawk's smile grew wider as he chuckled, "You're like a baby who could accidentally hurt themselves." He said it between fits of laughter.
The smaller male felt his cheeks heat up, quickly pushing whatever warmth down into the back of his head. "Hey! Fuck you, I can take care of myself." He shouted, gently punching the blonde's shoulder.
The winged male arched an eyebrow, his smile not faltering. "Oh yeah? Then prove it and do something for yourself for once. What do you really want?" He asked.
Touya was silent for a long moment, trying to form the words in his head. Inhaling and exhaling loudly as he leaned his head back against his chair. "My name..." He concluded a few minutes later.
The blonde's male's brows knitted together with confusion. "You're name?" Hawks parroted back.
The user of the blue flame opened his mouth and then quickly closed it. The dull pain in the back of his head turned into a white-hot pain as tears pricked the corner of his eyes. Touya wanted a lot of things, but whenever he was in the same room with the pro-flame hero, he suddenly felt like a child who was too scared to speak because he'd be punished. "I want to know my name; I want to leave this place and go home; I want to know who I was before all of this; and I want Endeavor to leave me alone for some reason," he stated.
Hawks remained silent as he watched Touya breathe heavily, his blue eyes growing cold. He smiled softly and said, "Well, from what I read in your file, your name is Touya Todoroki, but you go by the hero name Dabi." He answered as he extended his hand.
The name seemed to strike a chord deep inside of him. Suddenly, a flash of blue hair and red eyes entered his mind, making the pain in the back of his head unbearable. 'D-Dabi... T-T-The blue-haired male said that too, I think,' he trailed off, bringing a hand to his head and gently rubbing the side of his head.
Hawks had a feeling about who Endeavor was referring to. Endeavor gave a brief description of everyone he did not want visiting Touya and told Hawks to make sure the blue flame user was relaxed and calm. "The blue-haired man?" Hawks asked, his voice wavering slightly.
The smaller male nodded his head. "I don't remember his name, but I remember his hair, and Endeavor was pissed when he came to the room," Touya said, turning his head back toward Hawks.
"Maybe I can help you find him..." The blonde responded.
The smaller male cocked his head to the side. "You'd do that for me?" The blue flame male asked.
"Of course, Dabi." The winged male chuckled.
Touya smiled, "T-T-Thank you, Hawks." He beamed.
Chapter 8: Chapter Eight
Summary:
Touya settles at Hawks's home having another heart-to-heart with the male.
Notes:
Of course, I had an idea for this fanfic at three in the morning and decided to write it while watching my wrestling paper view. Also of course I have to throw more shade toward Endeavor and Hawkseven though Touya is pretty sure he's in love. The tipping point for the plot is slowly starting to tip more and more every chapter, I am so excited for everyone to see the twist I wish I had the power to just transfer the scenes onto the screen so I can post this faster. The next few chapters will probably be the two getting to know each other as well as Touya shifting into getting used to the hero. They will also have some trigger warnings, so please make sure you read them!
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Touya slowly entered the spacious apartment, his blue eyes scanning the entryway as the blonde slipped past him, disappearing into the large kitchen. The fire user was still unsure how the winged male had gotten Endeavor to agree with him staying with his co-worker, but if the male had to be honest, he didn't care. Touya was finally out of that stuffy hospital room; the white-haired male was starting to go stir-crazy with the different doctors and nurses coddling him and checking on him every few minutes due to the number one's request. The blue fire wielder pushed the growing tightness in his chest to the back of his mind while hobbling further into the luxurious apartment, gently clicking the door closed behind him. Clutching the strap of the duffle bag Endeavor provided for him, he slowly followed behind Hawks and entered the kitchen, watching the blonde rummage through the cabinets for a few minutes, letting out a small huff of annoyance. "I guess I'll have to go shopping later for proper food for you. How does takeout sound?" He quizzed, turning his head toward Touya and smiling.
If the fire user could, he would have melted onto the floor when the blonde flashed a smile at him. Touya squeaked slightly, staring at the other male for a long moment. His heart beating against his chest heavily as his palms sweated and shook slightly. "Sure, it's got to be better than hospital food, right?" He asked in a shaky voice.
The winged male barked out a laugh, wrapping an arm around the smaller male. Touya fought the urge to lean forward and inhale the blonde's cologne as they walked into the living room. "Why don't you check out your room while I order us something?" Hawks suggested, pointing toward the first door down the small hallway. "Are you okay with Chinese?" He questioned.
Swallowing thickly, the fire user nodded his head, cautiously making his way toward the white-painted door. "Okay," he responded.
The avian waited for the other to disappear into the room, softly closing the door behind him as well. Pulling his phone from his heavy jacket pocket and scrolling down to his contacts until he found the number he was looking for. The male's yellow eyes flicked toward the closed door, chewing the inside of his cheek as he slumped down onto the couch.
I t's done; he's here at the apartment. What's next? -6:00
Make sure to keep him away from the others; we don't need them getting in the way. -6:05
How am I supposed to keep him inside? His attention span is like a newborn. Also, I think he has a crush on me; his scent is horrid with hormones. -6:07
Use that then; you're supposed to be the famous heart breaker. Figure something out; I'll be ready in three months. - 6:10
Fine, I want double. -6:13
Do your job and you can have whatever you want, Raptor. -6:15
Hawks swiftly pocketed his phone as Touya slipped out of the darkened room; his hair was still sticking to his forehead but was changed into a loose black band shirt and yoga shorts. The white-haired male ran a hand through his disheveled hair, walked into the living room, and plopped down next to Hawks. "Feel better?" The avian asked, forcing a fake smile on his face.
Touya leaned his head back against the back of the couch, draping a thin arm over his face, and sighed. "I will after a shower, but honestly, I'm too hungry to care. I'll probably take one tomorrow before trying to find that blue-haired male." He said.
For an extended period, the blonde observed him, anticipating that the man would either move closer or resume his conversation. His feathers were tingling from the hormonal cocktail that was circulating around him. A part of him begged him to wrap the other man in his arms and comfort him. Touya was too close to him for comfort, even while the other part of his brain was screaming at him to move. "Dabs, you should wait a few weeks as you recently left the hospital and are still in a boot. Your body requires time to heal." The blonde argued.
The fire user lifted his head, his blue eyes calculating the avian for a moment. "If I don't start soon, he won't be fresh in my mind; I need answers, Hawks." He insisted further.
Against his better instinct, the male inched closer, feeling his skin heat up as he set a hand on the smaller male's leg. "Hey, I promised you that I'd help you find your friend. You just have to give yourself time to heal; you're not going to get answers if you wind up back in the hospital again." He reassured.
Touya hummed, gently hitting his forehead with his thumb. "Guess you're right... I just want to know who I am." He sighed with defeat.
"I told you that. You're Dabi, a pro-hero," Hawks replied.
With his elbows buried in his thighs, the lankier man forced himself into a sitting position. "I am aware of it, but I had the impression that the stranger wanted me to be the Dabi that everyone was raving about while I was with him. However, it appeared that Endeavor's children wanted me to impersonate someone else when they entered the room. I genuinely feel like my head is breaking at the idea that I should be someone I don't even know, despite everyone else's wishes." He explained, voice tight with tension.
The blonde watched Touya's shoulders shake slightly, blue flames sparking along his spine while smoke plumed from his shoulders. The male cautiously put a hand on the other's shoulder, squeezing gently. "More reason to give yourself some time; your brain is recovering from an accident. A week or two relaxing and focusing on healing will help, trust me." He said, with a soft smile.
The hero snorted, turning his attention toward the winged male. "Speaking from experience?" He asked, arching an eyebrow.
Hawks felt his eyes fall to his lap. "Something like that..." The blonde trailed off.
Another sigh escaped the white-haired male's mouth: "You win hero." He muttered, resting his head against the winged male's shoulder.
They settled into a cozy silence as Hawks sank his talons into his leg and watched Touya gently nod off to sleep, the TV blaring in the background. His yellow eyes moved carefully to the smaller man, observing the rise and fall of his shoulders before he carefully placed the man down on the couch, tucked the frayed blanket over him, and sighed. The man flicked out the light in the living area, made his way through the large apartment, locked the door, and disappeared into his bedroom. Taking his laptop off of his desk, he got into bed and decided to get some work done before the other male woke up again.
The man was roused from his sleep earlier than desired by the scent of food and music, which caused him to throw aside his blankets and hurry out of his bedroom. Hawks paused at the kitchen entrance, watching Touya dance around, with his apron wrapped around his slim frame and his hair put into a small bun. Hawks could see the jagged scar that started at the smaller male's hairline disappearing into his mop of white hair. The bird let out a little sigh and peered at the other for a considerable amount of time, his wings drooping behind him. With a bright smile on his face, the fire user turned to face the blonde at the doorway and turned down the music. "Hey! I was about to come wake you. We didn't eat last night, so I assumed you'd be hungry, so I made breakfast." He claimed plating both of their food and held out the plate.
The blonde took a few steps further into the kitchen, taking the plate and cup off the counter. "How are you so energetic?" Hawks asked, rubbing his face.
The fire user shrugged. "I feel safer now that you're here, so maybe that's why I felt better this morning," the fire user chuckled.
They walked into the living room, and the fire user turned on a movie, his blue eyes focused on the screen as he ate. "Well, it's my job to make sure that you feel safe." He replied. "What do you want to do today?" He asked, changing the subject quickly.
Touya was silent for a moment, and the blonde could see the gears turning in his head. "I'm not really sure; I thought you'd have patrols or something, so probably stay inside and watch TV." He answered.
The blonde set his empty plate on the coffee table, smirking as he wrapped an arm around the smaller male's waist and pulled him closer. Earning a small squeak from the blue flame wielder as Hawks wrapped his wing around Touya. "It's my day off today, so I'm all your hot stuff. What do you want to do today?" He asked.
The white-haired male swallowed thickly, and the mutant noticed the blush running across the lankier male's nose. "I've been craving mochi since I woke up; I wouldn't mind seeing the city." He stammered.
Hawks chewed the inside of his cheek and rubbed the back of his head, taking slow, deep breaths. "Endeavor would like you to stay inside since you're still recovering." He started. The blonde felt his heart tighten as the fire user let out a sudden whine. He sighed in defeat and remarked, "But I guess a couple of hours won't hurt."
Touya made a sound in the back of his throat that resembled a squeak and a chirp as he lunged forward. Wrapping his thin arms around the male, Hawks froze, and his yellow eyes widened as he slowly embraced the smaller male. The blonde's heart was thumping against his chest as his hands shook slightly. 'What the fuck is happening to me?' Hawks thought, shaking the thought to the back of his head, and softly pushed the male back. "Why don't you get dressed, and we'll leave?" He suggested watching the white-haired male bounce off the couch and disappear into his bedroom. The blonde let out a shaky breath, running a gloved hand through his hair as he blinked a few times. "Focus on the money," he reminded himself.
Touya returned a few minutes later, wearing a white loose shirt and dark jeans. "Ready." He beamed and already started walking toward the door. The avian waited for the lankier male to call out for him, but when Touya touched the door handle, Hawks let out a panicked chirp. The blonde quickly bounced off the couch, unfolding his wings behind him, and quickly shot toward the smaller male.
The firefighter pulled the door open and watched the blonde quickly zip up his flight jacket. Then he grabbed his keys and wallet before joining the other male at the doorway. "Only for a couple of hours, I don't want to hear the end of it from your dad—I mean Endeavor." He stated.
Touya arched an eyebrow. "Are you okay?" He quizzed.
"Fine, just worried about you," Hawks answered hurriedly.
The white-haired snorted, rolling his eyes while shaking his head. Then the male took a step out into the hallway. "I'll tell you when I'm not a fine hero," Touya chuckled lowly, stuffing his hands into his pockets and watching as the blonde locked the front door.
"I would hope so; I can't take care of you if you don't tell me what's wrong." Hawks laughed.
The firefighter hummed, thinking to himself for a few minutes as they walked down the hallway. "Would you tell me if something was wrong with you?" He suddenly quizzed.
The blonde snapped his head toward the other male, mouth hanging open. "Why would you want to know that? You don't know me." He countered.
Touya shrugged once more, pressing the button on the elevator. "You told me I'm a pro hero; technically, it's my job as well to make sure you're alright... Plus, since we're friends, I would hope that you trusted me enough to help you with whatever problem." He explained, rolling his wrist in the air slightly.
Hawks snorted, rolling his eyes slightly. "I don't think pro heroes are supposed to be friends with their bodyguards." He pointed out.
The blue flame hero barked out another laugh, gently bumping into the avian. "That blue-haired male seemed to be my friend." He stated.
"That's different," Hawks argued.
"Oh yeah? How?" Touya questioned, voice laced with amusement.
Hawks stuttered for a few minutes, watching as Touya's smile grew larger as the seconds ticked by. "Fuck you." The winged male growled, folding his arms over his chest.
The white-haired male wrapped an arm around Hawks's shoulders. "Ha! I win, say it." He demanded.
The blonde was silent for a moment. "You...you win hot stuff..." He muttered as the elevator doors opened.
Chapter 9: Chapter Nine
Summary:
Touya and Hawks spend the day together.
Notes:
Even though I know what is going to happen in the next couple of chapters I couldn't help but make Touya and Hawks have some sort of normal day together. I also have been obsessed with the fact that I think Touya/Dabi would be a huge nerd for stars and planets so I had to add it in another one of my fanfictions.
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Hawks watched Touya walk ahead of him with his arms pinned behind his back, but his bright blue eyes were darting in every direction. The flame hero would gasp at some attraction, grab the winged male by the wrist, and pull him into the stand. The blonde was going to say something after the fourth stand, but an Endeavor plush was pushed into his face. Inhaling, the male took the plush from the other hero and arched an eyebrow. "I didn't think you were a fan," he said, tossing the plush back into the small basket. Irritation inched underneath Hawks's skin; he wanted nothing but to stay in the apartment and relax before he had to fly halfway across Japan just to meet a client tomorrow. But of course, he had to babysit because he couldn't keep his mouth shut, and a very small part of him felt bad for the flame user.
Touya barked out a laugh, "I don't know if I can be a fan if I only met him a week ago. You looked super serious for a moment; you need to relax, Hawksie." The smaller male shrugged, shooting toward another aisle.
The irritation was growing into pure anger now as the winged male rolled his eyes and quickly followed Touya. "Hawksie?" he quizzed, arching an eyebrow.
The smaller hero spun on his heels a few times, laughing once more. "Yeah, we're friends now. That means you get a nickname," he replied.
The blonde made a noise in the back of his throat, grabbed Touya by the wrist, and started pulling him toward the exit. "I doubt that's how it works, Touya. Come on, we're going to be late for our reservation," he ordered.
Touya sighed, blinked a few times as the sun shone on his face, and muttered, "You're no fun when you're like this."
Hawks couldn't contain his anger any longer. It was boiling in his chest, and all he could think about was hitting the smaller male. Clenching his teeth, the blonde formed a fist at his side. "I already told you that Endeavor wants you at the apartment, but you had to throw a fit and get your way," he shouted, causing a few people around them to freeze.
The Flame Hero was silent as a spark of hurt engulfed his bright blue eyes. His attention turned down toward Hawks' grip around his wrist, and he put a hand on top of the other male's. "Sorry for being difficult. I didn't mean to upset you, Hawks," he said, smiling softly.
The blonde opened his mouth to speak but quickly closed it, shaking off whatever thoughts had come to mind. He pulled Touya alongside him as they continued down the sidewalk. As they walked, the white-haired male was unusually quiet. Sharp yellow eyes shifted toward the smaller hero, noticing that his bright blue eyes were clouded with a mixture of emotions. After ten minutes, they arrived at the restaurant. The waiter led them to their table at the back of the building and placed glasses of water in front of them. Hawks thanked the waiter, who then walked towards another table. Hawks turned his attention to Touya, who looked through the menu with a confused expression. A few minutes passed before the waiter returned to take their order and refill their glasses. Hawks chatted casually while the flame hero nodded along for ten minutes, expressing gratitude to the waiter as he placed the plates in front of them.
Touya picked at his food for a few minutes, chewing his bottom lip. "How long have you been working with Endeavor?" Touya asked suddenly.
Hawks finished the food in his mouth, "Yeah, we've worked together for a couple of years. He's the reason why I wanted to become a hero." He replied.
The smaller hero's eyes showed unreadable emotions as he nodded. Hawks expected him to say more, but instead, the white-haired male turned his attention back to his food. The rest of lunch was silent. After Hawks paid, Touya stuck closer to his side, his eyes down on the sidewalk while his hands were stuffed in his pockets. They managed to get halfway home before Touya's head perked up once more, quickly grabbing a hold of Hawks's wrist. "Can we go in and look?" he asked, pointing toward the brightly colored planetarium sign above them.
The blonde's wings twitched slightly, his yellow eyes scanning the crowded streets. "I don't know Touya," he whispered, running a hand through his messy hair.
The flame user pouted slightly, "Please, last stop, and I'll do whatever you want for the rest of the week." He begged, gently tugging on the other arm like a child.
Hawks noticed movement to his left and turned his head to see a small group of people a few feet away. Narrowing his eyes, he felt uneasy as red eyes burned into his, sending a wave of uneasiness through him. "You know what? Sure, Tou." His wings flexed, and he could feel his feathers sharpening slightly. The blonde gently grabbed the other's wrist, leading him into the large building quickly. Swiftly paying and then handing the smaller male his pass, the winged male let Touya drag him into a large room with stars projected onto the ceiling. In the middle of the room were a few star models as well, with small nameplates of their names and how old the star was.
The white-haired man gasped and pulled Hawks toward one of the models. His blue eyes were filled with amusement, and the emotions that had been present earlier seemed to disappear. "Did you know that many stars are part of binary or multiple systems, and some can even touch each other and merge into one star?" Touya asked.
The winged man glanced around the dimly lit room and felt relieved when he saw that the small group had not followed them. "Is that so?" The blonde responded, unimpressed.
The blonde found himself tuning the other male out as he continued spouting facts about different planets and stars. Half of him wondered if not having memories was a blessing, giving Touya the power to be able to spout facts like he was reciting a recipe or even his favorite memory. They walked for what felt like hours, and by the time the blonde managed to steer Touya toward the souvenir shop, it was already starting to turn dusk. Checking the time on his phone, the winged male let out a small sigh. They should find somewhere to get dinner. Hawks opened his mouth to speak, but he closed it when he noticed that the blue flame hero was pressed against the glass, eyes wide as he stared at the large purplish-black star plush on display. The swirling material had specks of white as well, and the blonde had to guess it was the closest the shop could get to making it realistic.
The plush looked soft, even though the blonde had to admit that. It had black arms and legs, and the face looked as if it were hand-stitched. Before his brain could catch up with his movements, the winged male found himself slipping into the shop, hoping that Touya wouldn't notice him. He swiftly paid for the expensive plush and then slipped back out, holding the plush out for the smaller male. The white-haired male's eyes widened as he stared at Hawks, tears pricking the corners of his eyes as he squealed softly, scooping the plush from the other's hands and squeezing it tightly. Before Hawks could stop him, Touya lunged forward, wrapping his arms around the blonde's shoulders, pecking him on the cheek, and nuzzling the winged male's shoulder lovingly. Sighing, Hawks rolled his eyes, too tired to fight the smaller male, and started walking toward the exit. "What do you want for dinner?" the blonde asked.
Touya was silent for a long moment, squeezing his plush once more. "Soba, I want to try it," he replied.
Hawks smirked, "Should be easy enough; we can get most of the ingredients at the market nearby. Stick close, though I don't want to get separated." The blonde instructed, earning a nod from the other male.
It didn't take long for them to get to the market. The blonde grabbed a cart while Touya stuck close to the other's side. Hawks immediately got engrossed in browsing through different items, leaving Touya to wander around on his own. The hushed whispers surrounding the smaller male caused anxiety to gnaw at his stomach. His blue eyes quickly scanned the crowded aisle, and, squeezing his plush toy, the white-haired male quickly rushed back to the blonde's side, curling a hand around the hem of his tan jacket. They walked down a couple of more aisles before the blonde turned her attention toward Touya. "Why don't you grab the chicken stock while I grab the noodles?" He suggested.
The hero with blue flames opened his mouth to argue, but then closed it and nodded slowly, placing his plush toy into the cart. The man with white hair asked a few people where the chicken stock was before his blue eyes scanned the shelf. "Excuse me, are you Dabi?" a fan asked, snapping the white-haired male from his train of thought.
Dabi's cheeks heated up as his blue eyes scanned the store slowly. Anxiety bubbled in his stomach when he couldn't find Hawks. "Um, I guess so," he replied nervously.
The fan's face lit up. "I'm a huge fan of your hero work! Could I please have your autograph?" She begged, taking a few steps closer toward him.
The blue-flamed hero glanced down at the pen and paper, chewing the inside of his cheek. "Sure," he said, reaching for a pen and paper the fan handed him.
As Touya signed the paper, the fan thanked him profusely before quickly rushing off toward her group of friends who were squealing. "Look at you acting like your normal self," Hawks smirked, appearing next to him a few minutes later.
The white-haired man snorted and rolled his eyes. "I wish I knew what normal was for me," he muttered, grabbing the chicken stock from the shelf and following close behind Hawks toward the checkout stands. "Were you familiar with my work?" He asked a couple of seconds later.
The blonde barked out a laugh, thanking the clerk as they walked out of the store. "I heard a few things about your group; the main thing I heard was that you guys don't play well with others." He taunted.
Touya arched an eyebrow. "Group?" He echoed back.
The fire user took half of the bags and plushie from the other male, as the blonde nodded. "You're part of a team called The League. You were near the low eighties last time I heard." Hawks continued explaining.
Curiosity sparked in Touya's chest, ignoring the dull pain that started in the back of his skull. Rubbing the back of his head, the white-haired male winced slightly. "Can we look them up after dinner?" He quizzed as the pain subsided a few seconds later.
The blonde paused, setting a hand on the smaller male's shoulder. "You okay?" He inquired.
The smaller hero nodded, messaging his shoulder. "Just the same pain as always; the doctor thinks it's my brain working overtime to remember something." He explained with a tired sigh.
The winged male's eyes hardened slightly, squeezing softly. "Maybe we should hold off on looking for them then; we don't want to overwhelm you, Tou." He suggested.
Touya made an offended sound in the back of his throat. His blue eyes seemed to glow as blue sparks shot from his fingers. "I feel fine; I don't need you to fucking babysit me. I also don't need someone I bearly fucking know to tell me how to feel, so I'd appreciate it if you backed off for once." Dabi growled.
Hawks took a few steps back, wings curling around the blonde protectively as the air around them seemed to grow hotter. Blue flames ignited down Dabi's arms, flickering for a couple of seconds. Tension filled the air, and for a couple of minutes, they stared at each other before the air cooled back down. The bright blue flames extinguished shortly afterward, and the hatred that filled the other male's eyes seemed to disappear and was replaced with the familiar confusion. Touya ran a hand down his face, panting softly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, Hawksie." He whispered.
Was that the real Dabi? "It's alright, man. Your brain is still trying to recover from your accident. You're bound to feel suffocated." The blonde smiled, watching Touya sway slightly. "How about we get you home, and I can try to find some videos for you?" he offered.
The white-haired male nodded slowly while steam billowed from the younger hero's shoulders. "Yes," he whispered.
The walk home was silent. Hawks wrapped an arm around the smaller male's shoulders to keep him from falling over. As they walked, the blonde's mind wandered back to Touya's eyes. The hatred and small amount of fear that filled the hero's eyes sent a small chill down the winged male's spine. He had heard stories about pro-hero Dabi. The second in command was a force to fear. Many villains spoke about the hero's blue flames, wishing that Tomura had disgraced them instead of falling victim to the other's flames. Hawks still remembered the clients who wore the scars with pride as if it were a medal for surviving the flame hero, while others cowered and hung up their villain career because of Dabi. If the man really wanted, he could at any point tip the scales above Tomura and lead.
Dabi despised anyone outside of his siblings or the League, detested fish but ate it to please Toga, harbored a secret obsession for cats and frequently trained throughout the night. His flames were also more powerful than Endeavors but hurt the hero in return. Touya was the opposite; he could spout facts like second nature, seemed to love to annoy and flirt with anyone who listened and was nervous around fans. A small part of Hawks wanted to unwrap this side of the pro hero, and another small part of Hawks wondered if the Leauge and his siblings were the only people who had the pleasure of seeing Touya. Wondered how Dabi acted whenever he was around them—was he just as relaxed as Touya was around the blonde?
Sighing, the winged male unlocked his door, unloading the groceries onto the kitchen counter, before helping the blue-flamed hero onto the couch. "I want you to rest while I make dinner." The blonde instructed softly, scooping his tablet off the coffee table. Once Touya was set up with the tablet, the winged male disappeared into the kitchen and started dinner. Hawks watched the white-haired male's lidded eyes burn into the screen as he slid further into the blanket next to the blonde who had made him. Ten minutes later, the blonde slid the chicken into the pan, pouring the chicken stock and other ingredients into the pan as well. Before a loud gasp came from the living room. Followed by "That's him!" Hawks wiped his hands quickly, rushing into the living room, as Touya bounced to his feet, swiftly running up to the blonde, shoving the tablet into his face. "Hawksie, this is him! He's the one that visited me!" He Touya continued shouting.
The winged male gently took the device from the other, swallowing thickly at the image of Tomura Shigaraki on the screen. "Touya, calm down; you're going to get worked up again." He said calmly.
The blue-flamed hero whined, stomping his foot on the ground a few times. "But I found him, Hawks! Tomura is probably really worried about me; you said that I was his second in command, right? He needs to know I'm okay," he begged.
The blonde set the tablet on the kitchen counter and then set his hands on the smaller male's shoulders. "You need to calm down before you activate your quirk again and get sicker. I'll have Endeavor tell him tomorrow, alright?" Hawks said softly.
Hawks noticed the uncertainty that sparked in the blue flame user's eyes. The room was filled with a long silence before Touya sighed and brought a shaky hand up to his face. "Y-Your right... I'm sorry. I just feel like I get so close, but no matter what I do, I seem to always fall a million steps behind again." He explained.
The winged male gently squeezed Touya's shoulders and then guided him back down onto the couch. "Hey, I promised I would help you find him, right? I tend to keep my promises, so you don't have to worry," he reassured, rubbing the smaller hero's back and trying to push away the sickening feeling that bubbled in his chest as he hugged the smaller male. "You need to relax, though. Your memories aren't going to come back to you if you keep overworking yourself. You need to relax and let things come to you naturally," he added.
Touya groaned, leaning his head back against the couch, "I hate waiting." The male grumbled.
Hawks couldn't help but chuckle, staring at the smaller male for a long moment. Rubbing the back of his head, the winged male leaned back against the couch as well, sighing. "I know you do, but remember what the doctor said. You need to rest, or you'll just make yourself sicker. Do you want to go back to the hospital?" He asked, turning his head to face Touya.
The white-haired male flinched slightly, "No." He trailed off.
The blonde reached over, pulling the smaller hero closer, and then ran his taloned fingers through the other's hair. "Then promise me you'll trust me enough to keep my promises when the time is right and rest." He stated.
Hawks could feel Touya relax slightly, tangling his slim fingers in the blonde's bright red feathers. "Fine, you win hero." He whispered.
Chapter 10: Chapter Ten
Summary:
Touya is alone in the apartment for once, and he gets an unexpected visitor.
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Touya nervously picked at his nails as he watched Hawks walk around the living room, scooping up his scattered gear across the room. Half of the fire user knew this would happen sooner or later, but a small part of him wanted the winged male to himself a bit longer. The blonde would be gone for a couple of days since he had to fly half across Japan for his patrol route, leaving the white-haired male to entertain himself, which caused the anxiety that had been gnawing at his chest and stomach all night to get worse. Chewing on the inside of his cheek, Touya followed Hawks closely, writhing his hands and opening his mouth but quickly closing it whenever the blonde looked at him. He could do this; it was only a few days to himself, and Hawks promised to call when he could. He was a pro-hero; he's taken down villains and jumped in burning buildings, according to the winged male, so spending a few nights alone in a large apartment should be second nature to him.
But still, the small voice in the back of Touya's mind knew something was wrong; something felt off, and his instincts didn't like it. But every time the flame hero tried to pinpoint what was setting off the warning bells in his brain, he couldn't fathom Hawks lying. The hero had been nothing but kind to him, brought him home when nobody else would, as well as shared his food. If Touya had to be honest, part of him blamed the fact he had a small crush on the blonde, but he shook those thoughts out of his head quickly. "Are you sure that you'll be alright alone? I can call one of my friends to keep you company," Hawks asked, snapping the male out of his train of thought.
Touya swallowed the bile that formed in his mouth, glancing down at his shaky hands. "I'll be fine. It'll be a good test run when you are gone all the time. Plus, I doubt I will be bored with how much stuff you own, birdie." He smiled, rubbing the back of his head.
The blonde narrowed his eyes, staring at the flame user for a moment. "If you say so, just promise you won't overdo it. Or burn my apartment down; I haven't installed the fireproof walls yet." He replied, tugging on his gloves.
The blue flame hero held up a hand while putting his other hand on his chest. "Scouts honor Birdie! Make sure you don't overdo it either; I need you to help me get my memories back." Touya teased back.
Hawks walked toward the balcony, inhaling and exhaling softly. "I'll call you when I get there. Don't open the door for anyone; I left money on the counter for takeout. I don't have very many games or movies, but I'm sure I can pick something up for you afterward." He explained, pulling the double doors open.
The white-haired male pinned his arms behind his back, grinning. "How am I supposed to order anything if I'm not supposed to open the door?" He asked.
The winged male shot a glare at the flame hero, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Don't be a brat; you know what I mean, Touya. Call me if anything happens." He sighed, taking off quickly.
Exhaling softly, Touya closed the balcony door, switched off the light, and finally locked the door. The male found himself wandering toward the bookshelf, finger-brushing against the spines of the books, before moving toward the bedroom. As the white-haired male walked down the darkened hallway, he poked his head into Hawks's office; the room was smaller compared to the guest bedroom, and the floor was thick with papers and different folders. The large desk pushed against the wall next to the window was buried in PR and merchandise that the winged male didn't have time for. Touya picked up a Hawks plush, fingers brushing against the bright red wings, and fought the urge to purr. Blue eyes scanned the desk, tilting his head as he gently moved some of the files to the side. Todoroki Family. Before Touya had a chance to open the file, a knock from the front door caused him to yell. Blue flames ignited from his hand as he spun around, ready to fight.
Touya waited a few minutes, breathing unevenly as he cautiously inched toward the office door. A couple of minutes passed before another knock came from the front door. The white-haired male set the Hawks plushie on the kitchen counter, peeking through the peephole, and noticed another male slightly taller than him with bright blue hair was standing behind the door. "W-Who are you!?" He shouted, trying to regain his breathing.
The blue-haired male scratched at his neck for a moment, grumbling something under his breath. "I'm a friend; my name is Tomura." They introduced.
The blue-flamed male glanced down at the door knob, shaking his head. "Hawks isn't here, so if you're looking for him, you're going to have to wait." He replied.
Tomura sighed, setting a hand on the door. "I'm not here for that bird freak; I'm here for you, Dabs. Open the door, please." He responded softly. "I just want to make sure that you're safe, Dabs." He added.
Anger sparked through his chest as he clenched his teeth. Turned the handle and pulled the door open, blue fire licking his shoulders. "Hawks has been nothing but kind to me; I won't have you talking bad about a fellow hero." He growled.
Tomura didn't speak, simply brushed past Touya, and entered the apartment quickly. The blue flame hero snarled and closed the door behind him. "Dabs... We looked into Hawks when you left the hospital. There is no Hawks Dabi; he's been lying to you; he's not who he says he is." The blue-haired male shouted.
Touya narrowed his eyes, forming two fists at his side. Tomura's red eyes shifted down to the other male's hands but didn't move or look scared. If the white-haired male was honest, the stranger looked almost relieved to see his fire. "Fuck you! He wouldn't lie to me. He promised that he would help; he's done more than you've ever done. Where were you if you were my supposed friend!?" The blue flame hero exclaimed.
The smaller male took a few steps forward, taking Touya's hands into his. "Dabi, you have to listen to me; Hawks is lying to you. He's not who he says he is, and he's going to hurt you. We need to get you home before your condition gets worse; the league and I will answer whatever questions you have." He begged.
The blue flame hero pushed the other male away, running his hands through his hair. "I don't even know you; how do I know you're not lying about Hawks just to take advantage of me?" He demanded.
Tomura inhaled. "You have a condition in your frontal lobe that makes it where you can't remember long-term or short-term memories. You have a scar on the back of your left ear from when Natsuo dared you to jump out of a tree. You love stars and planets and wanted to be an astronomer instead of a hero, but your dad pushed you because Shouto wasn't old enough yet. You are deathly afraid of jellyfish and bees. You hate sushi, but you eat it for Toga's sake. Your nickname for Spinner is Leonardo because he's your favorite Ninja Turtle." Tomura listed off quickly.
The white-haired male crossed his arms and scoffed. "Lucky," he muttered.
The smaller male shook his head, putting his hands on Touya's shoulders. "No, I have known you for years, Touya. And I knew my stupid best friend was in there or he wouldn't have opened the door." He snapped.
The blue flame hero pushed the other away. His eyes hardened as the anger in his chest bubbled hotter. Sending a small wall of waves between the two of them, "Fuck off Duster!" He shouted.
Tomura's eyes softened, red eyes glancing down at the black scorch marks that painted the hardwood floor. Touya was panting now; his vision had blurred at some point while sweat dripped down either side of his face. Mentally cursing, the white-haired male tried to blink the black dots that danced across his vision. The smaller male patted the small flames out with his foot, stepping close again. "Dabi, some part of you knows this is wrong. Your instincts are the reason why you're my second in command. Just take a second and think about everything for a moment." He pointed out softly.
The air around the two of them suddenly grew hotter; it felt like the breath was sapped from Touya's lungs. Tears pricked the corner of his eyes while Touya shook his head. Thin fingers tangling in his snow-white hair, tugging harshly as his muddied mind was running a mile a minute while his heart pounded against his chest. A mixture of nausea and fear swirled in the flame user's chest. Touya's legs shook until they gave out underneath him. A scream escaped his mouth as blue flames exploded from his shoulders, streaming down his arms and back, forming a small ring of flames around him. He could hear Tomura calling out for him, cool hands resting on his back while the smaller male tried to get his attention. They were silent for what felt like hours; the empty apartment was filled with Touya's heavy breathing, while hot tears streamed down his face. Tomura felt the other male shift as he let out a shaky breath. The white-haired male wiped the tears from his slightly dull eyes quickly. Weakly pushing the smaller male away, he stood, leaning most of his weight against the counter.
The smaller male stared at Touya for a moment. "Dabi, are you back with me? Do I need to call Shouto to cool you down?" Tomura asked.
The blue flame user didn't look up, bringing a shaky hand to his face. "Stop calling me that; it's Touya." He demanded coldly.
Tomura took a few steps backward, biting back a gasp as his red eyes burned into the other male's dull blue ones. The smaller male opened his mouth and then quickly closed it, cautiously grabbing Touya's phone from the counter and quickly typing in his number. Setting the phone back down, Tomura swallowed thickly, holding his hands up in defense as he backed away. "Dabs. When you are ready to listen to your real family, our door is always open. If you ever have questions and want the truth, don't be afraid to text me or call me." He reminded him before quickly leaving.
More tears poured down Touya's cheeks as soon as Tomura left; the feelings that welled up in his chest were so strong that they obscured his judgment and prevented him from thinking. The flame user released another trembling breath, his eyes straying to his phone as fatigue took over. Part of him wanted to smash the device against the wall, but his rage at the smaller man seemed to evaporate, making him feel even more lethargic. The other half of Touya wanted to pick up the phone and call Hawks; scooping up his phone, the male shuffled out of the kitchen and plopped down on the couch. Dull eyes stared at the blackened screen as he slowly laid down, pulling the Hawks plush and blanket to his chest. Pushing the thoughts to the back of his mind, the white-haired male unlocked his phone and scrolled until he found the blonde's name.
Chewing the inside of his cheek, Touya found himself typing and deleting the text a hundred times before he finally set the winged male a somewhat coherent text. A hero came to the apartment; he called himself Tomura. He knew things about me, Hawk. -6:00
Touya didn't expect Hawks to get back to him so quickly. As his phone buzzed on his chest. Stay away from him, Touya; whatever he told you is a lie. -6:05
The white-haired male could feel his eyes slip closed as his phone fell from his shaky hand, bouncing off his chest, and disappearing underneath the coffee table as sleepover took him.
Chapter 11: Chapter Eleven
Summary:
Hawks makes it back from his meeting with clients and is greeted by a sick Touya.
Notes:
A shorter chapter before Touya starts having a bad time again! The next chapter will be an angsty chapter, so I hope you all have your tissues and pitchforks ready. Thank you, everyone, for your likes and comments, it means the world to me. I'm so happy you like this series, I was on the fence about it for a while until I saw how much love it was getting.
Onto lighter topics, I have two one-shots that will be posted with his round of uploads. Afterward, I will TRY and go back to the scheduled uploads, and yes that does mean Alpha's Power will be coming back. I am finally happy enough with the project's progression that I think it's a good time. I do have a few chapters already written and ready for upload for Alpha's Power, so I hope everyone is excited.
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Hawks stood in front of his door for hours, his gloved hands clenched into tight fists. He felt a mix of anger and annoyance, but he couldn't decide which one was stronger. Tomura had somehow found Dabi, despite his client's assurance that the protégé wouldn't be located. On top of that, Hawks was frustrated that his client had made him fly halfway across Japan for a meeting that could have easily been handled over the phone. Adding to his stress, the client had moved the date of their next meeting up to tomorrow, leaving Hawks uncertain whether to feel relieved to finally be free of the spoiled brat or nervous about the upcoming encounter. Inhaling and exhaling softly, the blonde finally gripped the door handle and pushed the door open quickly. Yellow eyes scanning the darkened apartment, letting his wings relax, the winged male continued further into the apartment. Closing the door behind him softly, noticing the small figure curled on the couch, his face squished against the arm of the couch hugging the star plush Hawks had bought. And blanket loosely hanging around his waist. Upon removing his gloves and placing them on the coffee table, the blonde leaned forward and placed a hand on the other person's shoulder, flinching slightly from the heat radiating off the smaller male's body. Gently shaking the white-haired male, watching them jolt from their hazy sleep. "Hey, you're home. How was patrol?" Touya yawned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
The winged man pushed himself off the couch and made his way toward the bathroom. He poured some cold medicine into a plastic cup before reappearing in the living room and holding it out to the flame user. "It was fine; I managed to get away with a couple of stacks of paperwork left," Hawks answered, watching Touya take the small cup and down the purple mixture. Touya's face quickly contorted as he gagged, flicking his tongue a couple of times while a low whine escaped his mouth. "What did the man say when you let him into the apartment?" the blonde man demanded softly.
The white-haired male looked down at his lap, chewing his bottom lip. "I'm sorry; he said that he was a friend. I thought it would be okay." He started.
Hawks took a deep breath, trying to control the anger welling up inside him. "What did he say to you, Touya?" The blond man asked again, gently holding Touya's arms and shaking him slightly.
The flame hero was silent for a few minutes. "I don't remember much, to be honest, but he kept going on about you." He answered.
Hawks froze, his muscles tensing as his yellow eyes widened. Touya stared at the other male for a moment, arching an eyebrow in confusion. The winged male's phone buzzed in his pocket, causing him to relax slightly. Swallowing thickly, he pulled his phone out of his flight jacket and glanced at the screen. "Do you remember what he said?" the blonde asked.
The Blue Flame hero watched Hawks respond to the text on his phone. Nervously fiddled with the blanket on his lap while reading a text message. "He said that you aren't who you claim to be. That you're lying to me, and I shouldn't trust you. But that's impossible. You said we're friends, and friends don't lie to each other. Plus, you've always been kind to me, so there's no way you're as bad as he said," Touya explained with a soft smile.
The blonde nodded his head. "Right. Are you hungry?" He asked.
Touya leaned back against the cushions, bringing the blanket further up his chest, and squeezed the soft plush. "Can we get chicken soup? I remember my mom making it for me whenever I got sick when I was younger." He questioned.
The blonde gently patted the other man's leg, then pushed himself off the couch and walked toward the kitchen. "Sure... Try to rest. I'll wake you when it gets here," he answered before disappearing behind the wall. Turning his attention back down to his phone, Hawks read the message a few times, his hands shaking slightly. We're ready.
Hawks chewed the inside of his cheek as he peeked around the corner, watching Touya sleep for a moment. He pushed whatever festering thoughts and feelings that started bubbling in his chest to the back of his brain. You're not going to hurt him, right? He has a fever. Hawks quickly texted back as he walked toward the front door and made sure it was unlocked.
The winged man's phone buzzed once more in his hands. Don't concern yourself with that. He quickly closed the text and ordered the soup before walking back into the living room. Turning on the TV for background noise, he propped his feet up on the coffee table. Time seemed to pass slowly before a knock came on his door, causing the winged man to jump to his feet and rush toward the door. After paying the delivery man, Hawks cautiously poured the soup into a better bowl before bringing it over to Touya. Gently waking the smaller man from his sleep, he whispered, "Food's here."
Touya pushed himself into a sitting position and took the bowl from the other male. "Thanks," he wheezed, slowly sipping on the hot meal. They grew silent for a long time before the white-haired male turned his hazy attention toward the blonde. "Are you alright?" he asked.
Hawks sighed. "Yeah, I want to give you something, Touya," he answered, softly plucking a long, bright feather from his wing. 'I have been thinking that it would be a good idea to give you one of my feathers. That way, I can swoop in and save you if you ever need me," he continued.
The blue flame user cautiously took the feather from the blonde's pale hands and leisurely traced a finger along the spine. "Thank you, Hawksie. I'll treasure it forever," he beamed. He gently burned a small hole in the base of the feather, then grabbed some stray string from inside the nightstand next to him and tied it around his neck softly. "Well? How does it look?" He quizzed.
"Perfect, now I'll know when you're in danger," Hawks answered, with a sad smile.
Chapter 12: Chapter Twelve
Summary:
Touya learns Hawks's true colors and has a mental breakdown.
Notes:
Getting back to getting into the rhythm of writing in some sort of order, I will admit the wind in my sails for some projects has gotten less and less. I thank everyone who checks out my work, just imposed syndrome hitting me hard, especially with Thanksgiving coming up. Anyway, finally getting to some plot-based chapters for this fanfic, I still love this idea I am just having trouble with where I want to take it after these next couple of chapters. I probably won't be posting very much on Wednesday and Thursday just because I am keeping my laptop at home when my wife and I go to seaside.
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Touya was first awakened by whispering coming from the living room. He recognized Hawk’s voice harshly hissing at someone. The white-haired male waited for the voices to quiet down once more before settling back into bed, wrapping an arm around his pillow. Touya listened to the alarm clock on the nightstand tick, sleep slowly engulfing his mind. Suddenly, he felt something grab his ankle, pulling him swiftly out of bed and slamming him onto the ground. His head was held down by a thick forearm, while his arms were pinned behind his back. Wide blue eyes scanned the darkened room, noticing two large figures slipping into the bedroom, surrounding him. Touya tried to struggle as his mind raced, but the intruder’s grip tightened around his arm, making him fear that a sudden jerk could break it. The flame hero frantically searched the room for the blonde, his heart pounding against his chest.
Opening his mouth to speak, he could only manage to release a breathless gasp. "Blindfold him and get him in the car; we've wasted enough time arguing." The intruder, digging his knee into the white-haired male's back, grunted. The pyro wasn't sure how he managed to twist himself out of the intruder's grip, kicking the male in the face with his foot. The man stumbled backward, and the smaller male quickly scrambled onto his feet, blue flames illuminating the darkened room as they engulfed Touya's hands. The first intruder rubbed his chin, grinning wildly. "Mr. Hero has some fight in him," he chuckled, nodding his head toward the doorway. Two large arms emerged from the darkness, wrapping around Touya's waist and lifting him from the ground.
The white-haired male glared, biting down on the second intruder's arm, slipping out of his arms, and flung his hand to the side, sending a wall of blue fire toward the two men in the doorway. The smell of burning flesh filled the room, making Touya want to gag; he rushed toward the hallway, pausing when he noticed Hawks pressed against the bathroom doorframe. They stared at each other for a long moment before the blonde ducked his head, turning his attention to the wall. The pyro barely registered the burnt arm wrapping around his shoulders, pulling him backward, stumbling into the intruder's chest. Touya watched as the unburnt victims sighed heavily while walking down the hallway. He observed them pulling money from their jacket pockets and holding it out as the winged male quickly snatched it from their hands.
The world around the flame hero seemed to freeze as he stared at Hawks, his eyes widening while his lip quivered. "H-H-H-Hawksie?" he stammered, fat tears pricking the corners of his eyes. The blonde shifted uncomfortably, her bright red wings twitching with a mix of agitation and annoyance. The flame hero thought he saw a flash of guilt spark in her eyes. The pyro opened his mouth to speak, but a shaky sob escaped his mouth instead. Touya tried to ignore the way Hawks glanced down at the two stacks of money and then slowly back up at him. The gears in the blonde's head were spinning, and the white-haired male could tell that he wanted to say something. Anger sparked in the pyro's chest as he bit down on his tongue, copper filling his mouth, as he slammed his head backward.
A loud crunch filled the darkened apartment as the man screamed, clutching his bleeding nose in his hands. Another pair of hands grabbed ahold of Touya, and then suddenly, something hit the back of his head, and Touya collapsed into the intruder's arms. "Good work. Make sure to text the boss that we have the boy. Then, meet at the warehouse for the next steps. I assume you want a piece of this worthless hero," The intruder grinned as he walked toward the door. Hawks watched as they carried the smaller male toward the door. Every instinct urged him to grab the hero and fly as far away as his wings could take them. However, the blonde knew that following those instincts would only lead to his downfall, just like his father's had. He still remembered the day his father had sat him down and explained that love and companionship only brought pain and distractions. The front door closed behind the small group, and Hawks slid down the wall. Tears that had been building in the corners of his eyes finally spilled down his pale cheeks.
The winged male brought his shaky hands to his face. Hawks sat on the cold floor for what felt like hours before letting out a shaky breath and pushing himself to his feet. He ran a hand down his face, forcing himself to push his troubling thoughts to the back of his mind. As he made his way toward the living room, the image of Touya's hurt expression flashed through his mind again, causing him to shake his head in frustration. He scooped his phone off the coffee table and scrolled through his contacts until he found the number he was looking for. The job is done, and he's heading to the warehouse now. The man's body felt numb, but his head was pounding painfully. The phone slipped from his hands and disappeared between the cushions. Darkness began to creep in at the edges of Hawk's vision as exhaustion overwhelmed him. The villain slowly slumped onto his side, succumbing to sleep.
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When Touya woke up again, his head was pounding. Pain radiated from the back of his head and hands. Blinking a few times, eyes shifting down to his burnt palms, the dark pink burns contrasted against his pale skin. The smaller male groaned and lifted his head. The first thing he noticed was that he was handcuffed to a radiator, and his ankles were taped together. The second thing he noticed was that he was alone in a dark warehouse. The screeching of seagulls and the waves crashing against the docks echoed inside the empty building. Touya squeezed his eyes shut as his mind drifted back to the blonde, the look of hurt and guilt filling his bright yellow eyes. Anger bubbled in his chest; he should have listened to the blue-haired male. Hawks was never a friend—just a means to an end for a quick buck. Yet, that didn’t silence the small voice in the back of Touya’s head.
He glanced down at the bright red feather, watching it twitch against his chest, a constant reminder that no matter how angry the white-haired male was at the winged man. He was in love with him. Footsteps signaled the flame hero that someone else was in the room; narrowing his eyes, the flame hero bit back a snarl as one of the gang members he managed to burn strolled into the building. Bat leaned against his shoulder, and a wide grin plastered on his face. "Look who finally woke up. It's your lucky day, hero; we've been ordered to keep you alive." The half-burned intruder said, running his clubbed fingers through the smaller male's hair and pulling hard.
The pyro hissed in pain as he felt his quirk beginning to build beneath his skin. "I-I-I don't even know you..." he replied, pushing aside the agony radiating through his body while the man growled and roughly yanked the back of Touya's head.
The gang member growled, swiftly pulling a knife from his hip and holding it up to the white-haired male's throat. "But we know you, Dabi; you and your group have made a pretty big name for yourselves. Meddling in other people's business when you don't belong in the hero world at all." He snarled.
The pyro swallowed thickly. "My name is Touya, not Dabi. I don't know what the hell you're talking about." The slap that connected with Touya's cheek echoed through the warehouse; black dots danced across his vision as his ears rang harshly. His mouth was filled with copper, causing him to choke slightly, quickly spitting the large glop of blood to his side as a flash of red came into his peripheral vision, but his vision was too blurred to make out anything. The feather hanging around his neck buzzed, causing the flame hero to whine.
Digging the blade slightly into the hero's neck, Touya bit down on his tongue to keep himself from screaming. "Behave, or we'll send Daddy dearest a son with one less hand." The gang member threatened.
The blue flame user observed the older man take a few steps back as he examined the blood glistening on the steel blade. Tears welled in the corners of his eyes, and small sparks of blue flames ignited at his fingertips, causing a slight burn. "I—I told you I don't know what you're talking about. My family is dead," he wheezed.
The man walked over to a small table a few feet away and picked up a paper cup filled with water and pills. "Hawks wasn't kidding when he said you had amnesia, huh?" he chuckled as he crouched next to Touya. "Take these. Raptor mentioned you had a fever. We can't afford to lose you before we get paid." He added and gently helped Touya sip the water and take the pills.
The warehouse grew silent. A few minutes later, the gang member pulled out the wooden chair, slumped into it, and then started twirling his knife between his fingers. Their brown eyes burned into his blue ones, the pyro's mind was spinning with questions as the nausea gnawing at his stomach grew worse. Swallowing the thick lump in Touya's throat, the hero glanced down at the concert floor before inhaling and exhaling deeply. The question was on the tip of his tongue; half of him knew that he wouldn't be able to rest unless he knew the truth. But the other part of him wanted to hold onto his anger for the blonde; if he was angry, he could ignore the betrayal; he could ignore the underlying fact that Touya would probably always be in love with the villain. Even if every instinct in his body was screaming at him to burn the fucker's wings off and drag his body back in the middle of Japan and kill him. The white-haired male wasn't dumb; sure, his memory was shotty, but after his first interaction with Hawks, the male started leaving notes for himself. Everyone knew Touya as Dabi, which led the Pyro to his so-called hero career. "R-Raptor, or Hawks, whatever his name is, did he hire you?" He quizzed.
The gang member chuckled lowly, shaking his head, and gently pressing the tip of the blade into his fingers. "No, his job was just to befriend you and bring you back to his apartment. We didn't plan on you getting amnesia, though. We also didn't expect him to catch feelings for a hero like you. But we have a plan for that. Don't worry your pretty little head, hero." He explained.
Hawks loves him back? The white-haired male fought the urge to roll his eyes. "Then you know I don't know anything about my so-called group; I'm useless to you." He said.
The male threw his head back, letting out a thunderous laugh that caused the smaller male to flinch from the pure volume. "Even with your brain screwy, you know that's not true. You're plenty useful to us, Dabi; for one, we could roughen you up and send a video to your little League family. We could torture you until your mind fully breaks and force you to be a villain. We have a lot of options for you, Touya Todoroki." He listed off, pushing himself back to his feet. Grabbing a hold of the white-haired male's chin and forcing him to look up while gently pressing the blade underneath his eye. "Now be a good boy and stay quiet, or I will take this knife and tear out your eye and feed it to my dogs." He threatened, lowly.
Chapter 13: Chapter Thirteen
Summary:
Touya cracks underneath the pressure and gives up the Leauge's hide-out. But now that he's free, injuries who can Touya trust?
Notes:
THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EYE GORE! IF YOU'RE SENSTITIVE OR DON'T LIKE THIS TYPE OF CONTENT THEN PLEASE SKIP THIS CHAPTER! Slightly longer chapter than normal, I was lucky to have half of this chapter and the next chapter finished before my life got too crazy. I have been reading a ton of Angst Vashwood so the tourter section is inspired by those.
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Blood steadily trickled from Touya's slit wrists onto the concrete floor. After the gang had left him hours earlier, the room was strangely quiet except for Touya's labored breathing and the sound of his blood slowly leaking from his body. The ropes sunk deeper into the fiery hero's slick wrists, causing him to shift uneasily and hiss slightly. Touya's pulse thumped frantically in his chest as the stillness dragged on, and he swallowed heavily, the taste of iron and vomit blending sickeningly on his tongue. The hero wasn't sure which was worse: he was left alone with his whirling thoughts while his hazy mind buzzed with faded memories flashing in and out as he slipped into unconsciousness. Or the fact that his kidnappers blindfolded him days ago.
Touya could deal with the faint whispers of people he didn't know echoing through his mind, giving him information that would belatedly become lost once more. Still, it was more than Hawks or anyone had given him since he'd woken up from his coma. What the flame hero couldn't deal with was not seeing his kidnappers, which gave them the advantage of always allowing the ball to be in their court while the male sat idly waiting to see which sick game they wanted to play next on him. Touya pushed the pain to the back of his head, turning slightly as a door screeched open and then closed. Footsteps echoed through the concert building, followed by a small slap on the cheek minutes later. "Ready to talk now?" One of his kidnappers asked, pulling a chair from a few crates and sitting across from the flame user.
Irritation bubbled in the hero's chest as his quirk itched beneath his skin. Clenching his teeth, the white-haired male growled softly, "I don't know how many times I have to tell you—I don't remember anything. I only get small flashes here and there, but even those aren't helpful. They're gone before I can decipher anything important." He stated.
The tension in the room seemed to deepen as the male pushed himself from the chair, grabbing a handful of Touya's hair. "If I weren't getting paid to keep you alive, I would have killed you by now. Tell me where the League is hiding," he demanded, pulling the blindfold down. The pyro hissed, blinking a few times as the harsh light stung his eyes. Something cold was pressed against the white-haired male's cheek as the kidnapper's sour hot breath tickled Touya's neck. "I've grown tired of these games; if you won't talk, I'll just make you. I'm sure our employer won't mind a missing limb or two." The man growled.
A soft, squelching sound, followed by blinding, white-hot pain, erupted from Touya's face; the man standing in front of him didn't seem to react, simply smiling as he plunged the knife deeper. From the wound, bits of a thick, jelly-like material trickled down his face, helped along by the blood that trickled down his cheeks like tears. Touya had to struggle to prevent himself from throwing up all over his captor as bile swelled up his throat. Before darkness overtook his vision, the flame user heard something tear as the man carefully withdrew the knife from the white-haired man's eye.
He was unsure of how he was still alive, and while half of the pyro would have preferred to believe it was adrenaline, the hero's tiny part knew it was something more profound. "A bar, they have a hideout in the industrial district of the city." Touya found himself crying out before his mouth had a chance to catch up with his brain. "P-P-Please no more..." The hero wheezed, chest tight with pain. The blade clattering onto the ground caused the pyro to flinch, and more blood seeped from the wound, staining the flame user's white T-shirt. Touya's captor knelt, gently grabbing the smaller male's chin, and inspected the tattered eye socket while using his other hand to run his thick fingers through the blue flame hero's hair. "See, how hard was that?" He quizzed, the warehouse door screeched open once more, and the man stood with a sigh. "Our little hero had an accident; tend to his injuries and then make sure he's fed. I'm going to make sure our little birdy has contacted the boss." He instructed.
Touya wasn't sure when he passed out; his pain-filled mind was too hazy to process anything. The blue flame hero woke up slowly, his turquoise eyes shifting to the right and noticing he was in some sort of underground medical center. Slowly bringing a shaky hand up to his face, the white-haired male mentally flinched when his hand touched soft bandages. Rattling caught the fire user's attention, his head slowly falling down to his lap, and he noticed his wrist was handcuffed to the gurney. "We almost lost you a few times, hero; good thing we stopped the bleeding. Unfortunately, we weren't able to save your eye. Terrible accident you had; it was a good thing your friends brought you here in time." A short woman said while pulling back the light blue curtain.
The pyro opened his mouth to speak but closed it again when his two captors entered the cramped space. A mix of fear and uneasiness gnawed at his stomach; every instinct in him screamed to tell the nurse that these people weren't Touya's friends. However, for some reason, his tongue felt like cotton every time he tried to speak. The nurse and men talked among themselves as the white-haired male's fingers traveled back to his damaged eye, and his tense shoulders shook slightly. Hawks will save me, right? Touya shook the thought out of his head as his cheeks burned. Hawks betrayed him; he only wanted to be his friend for money. He was better off trying to save himself before relying on that bird again... So why did his chest hurt when Touya wanted to hate the blonde? The bright red feather that brushed against the hero's chest seemed to send a small sense of comfort through the blue flame user.
By the time the henchmen and the nurse finished arguing, Touya was freed from his handcuffs and dragged off the bed. Humiliation burned in the pyro's cheeks as the large man carried him like a small child. Biting back the insult that lingered on the tip of his tongue, the hero kept his eyes focused on the ground while the small group was escorted out of the clinic. The blue flame user was directed to a large black SUV. One of the henchmen opened the passenger side door while the man carrying the hero carefully placed him inside. “The boss is furious about what happened. Since you two couldn't handle a simple brat, we'll be watching over the troublesome hire while everything gets set up,” he stated, gently closing the door. Touya watched them argue for a few minutes, inhaling and exhaling softly. Glancing down at the necklace, the white-haired male trailed a finger along the spine of the feather, leaning his head back against the seat. Run now while you have a chance; they're not looking. A voice in the back of his head scolded harshly.
The pyro glanced back at the small group, chewing the inside of his cheek. He then slipped into the driver's seat and quickly sped out the door. Ignoring the shouts from behind him, he swiped his arm to the side, sending a small wave of fire toward the henchmen. After that, he ducked into an alleyway. Touya's legs burned as his heart pounded against his chest; he lost count of how many turns he took before slowing to a stop. Leaning against the brick wall, the white-haired male panted heavily, sweat dripping down either side of his head, as the dull pain pulsed through his torn eye socket. Sliding down the wall, the male pressed himself behind an empty dumpster, setting his head against his knees. The sharp, stinging pain in the back of Touya's head seemed to grow as his mind wandered back toward Hawks. If he could find a fire escape, he could climb to a roof, find out where he was, and possibly find Hawks's apartment. No, don't go back to that traitor. Find Shigaraki. The voice scolded once more, causing Touya to bring his hands up to either side of his head and whine.
After regaining his breath, Touya slowly stood up, using the wall for support. A wave of heat surged in his stomach, and he wrapped an arm around it, groaning as dizziness overwhelmed him. His legs buckled beneath him, and he heaved the remnants of his last meal behind the dumpster. Groaning, the blue flame user pushed himself back up onto his feet, wobbling for a few seconds before regaining his balance. Heat radiated off Touya’s shoulders, and despite the dull pain throbbing through his body, he stumbled back into the street. The flame user walked cautiously down the sidewalk, startled by every noise and voice that echoed around him. As a result, Touya quickly ducked into a nearby alleyway. The long feather hanging against his chest vibrated with anxiety.
The smaller male wrapped his hand around the necklace and tore the chain from his neck, letting it fall softly to the ground in front of him. The blue flame hero stared at the long, bright red feather for a moment, gulping down the stale air around him. Bringing a shaky hand to his eye, Touya swallowed the thick coating of bile in his mouth and shook his head. He then scooped up the necklace and shoved it into his pocket. He couldn't think of Hawks; the villain would only cause him more problems since that'd probably be the first place they'd look for him. Running a hand through his sweat-matted hair, Touya squeezed his eyes closed, leaning his head back against the brick. He had to keep moving, but the world around him was spinning, and his stomach seemed to lurch at the mere thought of walking further. He didn't know how long he was out in the clinic, but it would only be a couple of hours before his bandages needed to be changed. The flame user needed someone to hide out for a couple of hours to rest before he came up with a plan.
The thought of sneaking into one of the abandoned warehouses sent an uneasy feeling through the hero. He also had the option of finding an apartment complex and breaking into someone's apartment for the night, but Touya was a hero, wasn't he? Letting out a shaky breath, the male pushed himself back to his feet, pushing his thoughts to the back of his head. The Pyro walked for hours; his entire body ached as smoke swirled off his trembling shoulders. The buildings around him loomed overhead, and the cool air sent a chill down his spine. "T...ouya?" a familiar voice called; the male groaned in response, and the sound of footsteps pounded towards him. Minutes passed before a pair of calloused hands wrapped around his shoulders.
The blue flame user squinted at the man in front of him, noticing his pale, scarred hand and light blue hair. "S-Shig..." Touya whimpered, feeling as if all the energy in his body was being drained away. He began to stumble forward.
The male cursed as he quickly wrapped his arms tighter around the blue-flamed hero. Touya leaned his head against the mysterious figure's cool shoulder, as a sigh of relief escaped his lips, causing the other male to chuckle lowly. "Let's go get you cooled down, Dabs." He whispered, tucking some hair behind the Pyro's ear, and inspecting the slightly bloodied bandages. "D-damn, that looks bad. Come on, we need to get you back to base," they urged, drawing the male's arm around their neck while using their other arm to support the hero's side. Touya released a ragged breath, and the black dots dancing across his double vision seemed to multiply.
"S-S-Shig... I'm sorry, they made me tell them." Touya muttered before going slack in the decaying hero's arms.
Chapter 14: Chapter Fourteen
Summary:
Dabi is back with the League, but his injuries are too extensive to care for, so they call the one person they never thought they had to.
Notes:
Okay, big update for this fanfic. First off, if you have noticed, I deleted the last two chapters because I wasn't happy with the direction I first took. I felt like I was going too fast for the story, and I want to try and take this long fanfic slowly. The direction of this will drastically change, so I am sorry if you all already had ideas and theories in your head.
Secondly, Hawks will be coming back in the fanfic, just not for a while. I may toss in some side chapters just so he doesn't get lost in the story, though, so don't worry. I will put a warning or something to let everyone know the timeline has changed.
Thirdly, I know Dabi said Shigaraki's name, but that doesn't mean he fully remembers everyone, only bits and pieces. Alright, now that's out of the way, uploads will be back to normal pace unless I get stuck writing a chapter, so please enjoy!
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~Shigaraki's P.O.V.~
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Shigaraki bounced his knee, palms clenched together, his ruby gaze fixed on the carpeted floor. The heart monitor next to him beeped loudly, and Dabi's labored breathing echoed in his ears. The Pyro was connected to too many cables and covered in bloody gauze. Images of the flame user crawling out of an alley, battered and bruised, tears stinging his eyes. Shigaraki couldn't get his own screaming out of his head as he cradled Dabi in his arms and attempted to wake the Pyro. The blue-haired man lost count of how long he'd been sitting in the uncomfortable plastic chair, glaring at anybody who dared to enter the tight room. A gentle tap on his shoulder jolted him out of his trance, and he turned to the side and relaxed when he recognized it was Spinner. "What do you want?" The decaying hero demanded, returning his focus to the sleeping Pyro.
The reptilian hero sighed and stuffed his hands in his hoodie pocket. Red eyes stared at the Pyro, mentally wincing slightly. "Look man, it's been a week. We should take him to the hospital. Dabi's breathing isn't getting any better, and his wounds are going to get infected if we don't get him out of this office." He stated. "He needs help from real doctors, not being cooped up in an office building like a class pet, Tomura." He continued.
Tomura's shoulders curled tightly, shivering faintly. "He's going anywhere," he said with a strained voice. "Last time we let him out of our sight, we didn't see him for months." He added. The male pulled himself off of the chair, causing Spinner to cringe as the loud scarping resonated around the small room. "We can't trust those fools not to contact his father, and then we're back to square one, Spinner! He's staying here; I'll fix him, save him, and bring the group back together for once." He shouted.
Spinner could feel the anger boiling in the pit of his stomach as he curled his hand into a tight fist. Clenching his teeth tightly, "You know Dabi wouldn't want you to do that..." He whispered.
Spinning on his heels, Tomura grabbed the front of the Reptile hero's shirt. The blue-haired male could feel his quirk bubble underneath his skin; the dull pain throbbed through his body. Out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed the small shadow lingering in the doorway. Digging his nails into his palm, the anger that was boiling in his stomach started spilling over, turning to pure white hot rage. His eyes shifted toward Dabi, growling loudly as the carpet started decaying away underneath his feet, causing the small group to take a few steps back. "I don't care what he wants!" Tomura shouted. The rage that was coursing through his chest was quickly replaced by regret. He knew he didn't mean the words that were omitted from his mouth, but the rage blocked logic from his brain.
Spinner shoved the other male aside, resisting the desire to cringe as Tomura's back smacked into the wall behind him. The blue-haired male hissed. Pulled himself off the wall and surged forward, falling into Kurogiri's arms, as Mr. Compress appeared behind Spinner, hands on his chest. Tomura could see the magician's mouth move, but he couldn't hear whatever he was saying due to everything around him being muffled. Spinner pushed past the Magician hero, narrowing his eyes at the other male. "How the fuck can you say that! You should care about what he says, because he is your best friend! Tomura, you are not the leader of this organization. He needs help. Spinner yelled.
Tomura snarled loudly, he knew that the other male was right. He should care, his second in command's life was in his hands and he was fucking it all up. The decaying hero's shoulder sagged slightly, he could feel tears pricking the corner of his eyes. Everything went from zero to a hundred too fast for him; all he wanted was to hang out with his best friends, listen to the Pyro get drunk, and complain about his dad until he passed out. But no, everything had to get twisted. Kurogiri speaking snapped him out of his train of thought. "Guys, I know tension is high right now. But we need to remain calm and try and figure out what we are going to do. Spinner is right; Touya needs medical help. But Tomura is also right, we can't trust the hospital right now. Especially when whoever tried to kill him is still out there somewhere." Kurogiri said.
The decaying hero pushed himself from the smoke monster's arms, blinking back the tears swiftly. His mind was whirling with different what-ifs, and that scared him the most. Swallowing the large lump in his throat, the male bit down on his lower lip. Sensei can fix him. You know what you have to do. A small voice echoed in his ear. He curled his hands into fists at his side, teeth clenched so hard the smaller male thought they would break. "We know who did it! It was that fucker Endeavor." Tomura shouted, throwing his arms up in the air.
The Magician sighed, stepping in between the reptile hero and the blue-haired male. "We don't have any proof, Tomura." He said calmly, holding out his hands.
"Then we go down there and fucking make him tell us the truth."
"You and I both know Touya wouldn't like that, especially with his siblings involved." Mr. Compress said.
Tomura made a sound in the back of his throat, brushing past everyone, and stormed toward the doorway. Red eyes were meeting tear-filled yellow ones, and the hero paused. Shaking whatever thought to the back of his head and continued forward. "Fuck this!" He shouted.
"Where are we going!?" Everyone shouted in unison.
"I'm going to find a fucking solution, unlike all of you, I'm going to get someone who will heal Touya," Tomura said before disappearing around the corner.
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Tomura tucked his hands into his pockets as he walked along the alleyway, a deep throbbing of pain spreading from his shoulders to his palms. His quirk continued to bubble beneath his skin as he rushed out of the office. Guilt and shame bloomed across his chest, making it difficult to breathe; part of him knew this was a poor decision. He hadn't talked to All for One in years and intended to keep it that way, but Dabi was injured, and his sensei was the only one who could help him. Biting down on his lip, the decaying hero exhaled slowly, the tension in his shoulders uncoiling slowly. The sound of footsteps echoed behind him. Spinning on his heels, Tomura narrowed his eyes at the darkness, the tips of his pale fingers turning gray a bit. "Whoever is out there, show yourself before I kill you." He threatened. The footsteps halted before continuing. A few minutes later, a massive, hefty figure emerged from the shadows. The man was wearing a respirator over his face, his green eyes appeared to shine in the dim illumination, and his fingertips were leaking with a green liquid that sizzled when it contacted the sidewalk. "Who are you?" He demanded, letting out a growl.
The villain smiled widely, taking a few more steps forward. Tomura took a large step backward, bumping against the wall behind him. The decaying hero could smell the smoke and alcohol secreting from his mouth, causing the hero to gag slightly. Leaning forward, the villain leaned against the wall behind Tomura. "I heard what happened to Dabi. Pretty cruel stuff. I didn't suspect the mighty flame hero to be brought down by something so boring," He said.
Tomura narrowed his gaze and took hold of the other man's wrist. The bigger guy, eyes gleaming in the dim alleyway, attempted to free his hand from Tomura's hold, but the fading hero tightened his grip. "Get his name out of your fucking mouth." He hissed and watched as the villain's hand slowly rotted, disregarding the acid villain's screaming, before seeing the ash fly away in the wind. "Now get the fuck out of here before I decay your face again," Tomura stated, seeing him flee.
A slow clapping came from the shadows, causing Tomura to wince. The decaying hero's heart lodged itself into his throat as All For One leisurely stepped out from the darkness. His grey eyes were filled with a mixture of emotions that sent a chill down the smaller hero's spine. The dull throbbing pain radiated from the back of his head. Bringing a pale hand up to the side of his head, Tomura groaned, falling onto one knee. "I knew you had it in you, Tomura. You make me proud." He grinned.
Shaking the memories to the back of his head, the hero sluggishly rose to his feet once more. "I didn't come here to make you proud, I came here for a deal. Dabi's hurt, and I need you to help him." He replied.
The villain chuckled lowly, nodding his head. "I saw. It's such a shame that his potential is being shackled down by society. Imagine what he could do if he was a villain, or even if he was pushed to awaken his quirk." He responded.
Tomura pushed himself off the wall. "If you knew, then why didn't you help him?" He demanded.
The villain took a couple of steps closer, and the decaying hero tried to ignore the fleeting urge to run away filling the back of his head. "You refused every advance I ever made for your life, Tomura. I expected that you'd be rather upset if I interfered with young Touya's life." The larger male answered with a shrug.
"Yes or no, can you fix him?"
All for One flung back his head, letting out a loud chuckle. "Of course I can, Tomura. Who do you think I am?" He questioned. Swallowing deeply, the hero took out his phone and briefly scrolled through his contacts before sending a fast text. Moments passed until a purple vortex appeared between them. Tomura approached the portal, pushing his head towards it before entering. When he went through the portal, the office building was dark. He scanned the vacant room before moving along the corridor, hands stuffed into his coat pockets. They walked for what seemed like hours, and Tomura could feel the other man's gaze burning a hole in the back of his neck. The blue-haired man paused at the double doors and placed a hand on them, chewing his lower lip before shaking his head and pushing them open.
Dabi's labored breathing echoed in his ears as he slowly inched closer to the hospital bed, gently taking the Pyro's bandaged hand into his. "H-hey Dabs, don't worry I got help. You're going to be okay again, and then we'll finally take that bastard down...Together," he whispered, tears finally spilling down his pale cheeks.
All For One entered the room silently, one hand in his pocket, the other checked the heart monitor. Tomura studied him for a long moment. "I can fix him, but there is no guarantee that I can fix everything. Young Touya's mind is deeply troubled, I can only fix so much, Tomura." The villain said.
The decaying hero flinched, gripping the flame hero's hand tighter. "I don't care, just make Dabi normal again...I just want my best friend back..." He replied.
All For One turned, his grey eyes staring into the other male's red ones. "Just so I understand, you want me to make Touya normal? Do you even know what that would imply?" He questioned.
Did he? He knew that Dabi had trouble with his quirk, but no matter how much the team tried to pull out any information, the Pyro would go frigid and disappear for weeks. Shaking his head, the male chewed the inside of his cheek; he couldn't worry about what would happen at the moment. He just wanted his friend back. "Yes! Stop trying to twist my words, I want Dabi back." The hero shouted.
Sighing, the villain brought a hand up to his forehead. "You know the price. I expect you and you're team to do me a favor later on. I will let Touya rest and recover beforehand, but I don't want to wait long." He explained.
"Fine, do it."
Chapter 15: Chapter Fifteen
Summary:
Dabi has been healed by All For One, but what side effects will they cause?
Notes:
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS GORE! IF YOU DO NOT LIKE THIS TYPE OF CONTENT THEN PLEASE SKIP THIS CHAPTER.
I have chosen chaos....I am sorry but not really at the same time....
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When Dabi opened his eyes, he felt a chilling coldness in his body, a stark contrast to the constant heat he had grown accustomed to. He couldn't sense his quirk bubbling beneath his skin anymore; instead, a soothing relief flowed through him. His mouth felt like cotton, and a dull, white-hot pain throbbed behind his eyes. His hands trembled violently as his dull, hazy gaze scanned the room. Dabi opened his mouth, but only a wheezing breath escaped him. Swallowing thickly, he slowly lifted his hand, noticing the light blue spiderweb-like lines trailing from his fingertips, only to disappear down his arm. Frost formed on his fingertips as the flame user exhaled shakily, observing the white mist billowing from his mouth. A mixture of fear and dread settled in the man’s stomach as he pushed himself up onto the palms of his hands, ignoring the small clusters of ice forming on his pillow. He noticed a small figure curled up in the armchair beside him. As he pushed himself into a sitting position, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and slowly shifted off it, gripping the bed railing as his legs shook beneath him. Once he regained his balance, Dabi grabbed his neatly folded jacket from the chair and draped it over the decaying hero. He retrieved his vape from the pocket before hobbling toward the balcony, closing the door behind him to avoid disturbing the other sleeping man.
Dabi took a long drag from his vape, feeling the familiar stinging heat burn his throat. He slowly exhaled the smoke through his nose, the scent clinging to his clothing as he leaned against the railing, watching the city below him. The flame user's gaze shifted back to his hand, watching the spiderweb-like lines slowly fade into his skin as he exhaled loudly and ran a hand through his messy hair. His mind raced, attempting to recall anything from the past few days, yet each time Dabi believed he caught a glimpse of something, it vanished swiftly. Frustration replaced the sense of fear inside the white-haired male's chest as he took another long drag of his vape. Smoke curled from his mouth and drifted around the flame hero as the balcony doors quietly opened and closed with a soft click. "You really shouldn't be up and moving around; you're still recovering, Dabs," a voice pleaded softly from behind him. A few seconds passed before the figure behind him shifted, and the young man turned his head to see the blonde teenager standing next to him. The flame user stared at the shorter female for a long moment, watching her fidget with her fingers while the blonde's fangs scraped her bottom lip. Toga, you call her crazy or a vampire queen. His brain supplied quickly.
Dabi inhaled and exhaled softly, pressing the heel of his palm into his eye to relieve some of the pressure. "I'm not going to lie to you and say I remember you. All I know is your name and a nickname," he replied, tilting his head back to look at the inky black sky.
The teenager sighed next to him, inching closer until she was pressed against his body. She hissed and quickly pulled back, her yellow eyes widening as she stared at him. "Y-You're cold..." she muttered. Toga reached out, gently placing her hand on the male's arm, and shivered violently. "Are you feeling alright? You're usually cold when you're sick or when your quirk is malfunctioning," she asked, earning a half-hearted shrug from the white-haired male. Toga hummed softly, her gaze shifting to the city as she contemplated something. "Maybe you just need more sleep," she said gently. "You'll be okay... You have to be..." Her voice was barely a whisper, sounding more like she was trying to convince herself than Dabi.
The white-haired man relaxed as he watched the cars below rush back and forth. "Listen, kid, just because things don't go your way doesn't mean you need to be angry at the world. That's just how life is; it challenges you so you'll be prepared for anything. I don't know how it was before, but just because things are different doesn't mean they aren't the same. You just need to be a little patient." He explained, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he cautiously placed a hand on Toga's head. Every instance in the flame user was screaming at him how normal this felt, talking to a teenager about life problems, but his brain pushed logic and familiarity to the back of his head, and curiosity and fear took over.
Dabi let his hand fall back to his side as Toga traced a finger along the railing, pouting slightly. "When did you start quoting life lessons?" She asked, narrowing her eyes at him suspiciously. Dabi couldn't help but laugh as the blonde continued, "What am I supposed to do if I would rather not be patient? Everyone is so tense and fighting with each other—nothing feels the same anymore."
Dabi turned, leaning his back against the railing and then folding his arms over his chest. "I don't know the answer to that one, crazy; you'll have to find your answer." He replied. The white-haired male patted the teenager's shoulder, taking one more hit of his vape before walking toward the double doors, noticing the decaying hero was missing from the armchair. "I can't promise I'll stick around, but I'll stay as long as I can, kid." He added, before slipping inside. The pain in the back of his head returned as soon as Dabi re-entered the office building. A quick flash of blazing red wings and blue flames flared behind his eyes. Groaning, the man dug the heels of his palms into his eyes as he collapsed to one knee. An explosion of voices surrounded him, followed by at least three pairs of hands on his back, forcing his throat to constrict. The dull discomfort immediately became white-hot anguish as the male let out a stifled sob. Large ice clusters formed beneath his feet, causing the voices surrounding him to reverberate with dread and anxiety. Large ice spears sprang from his feet and pushed forward. White mist flowed from the flame user's mouth, and heated tears spilled down his pale cheeks.
Blinking the darkness that crept to the edges of Dabi's vision, the male let out another shaky breath. His grip tightened around the front of his shirt as he swallowed the bile that formed in his mouth. His head swam as he slowly looked up, noticing the small office building being covered in frost and large ice clusters, crimson sprayed across the tan carpet, causing the white-haired male's breathing to hitch. Dread swallowed the male's stomach as he stared at Toga lying lifeless on the floor, being surrounded by the blue-haired hero as well as a couple of others. Dabi couldn't remember. Every fiber of the flame user shouted at him to stand and rush to the teenager's side, but his feet were rooted to the floor. A taller male, wearing a theater mask, turned to face him, quickly shooting to his feet and swiftly running to Dabi's side, gloved hands wrapping around his shoulders while speaking softly.
The flame user could feel the male's mouth moving as his hot breath tickled his neck, but the words were too muffled to make out anything. The white-haired male cautiously elevated his eyelids, feeling the breath in his lungs sucked out as his eyes became owlish. Toga stood a few steps away from him, with a significant ice spike implanted in her chest and another in her side. Entrails swung on each side of the ice, and scarlet stained the pure blue cluster. The teenager's eyes were pinpricks of shock and dread, tears slipping down her grayish face, and blood spilled from the corners of her lips, falling down Toga's chin and forming a little puddle on the tan carpet.
Dabi's heart felt like it was being constricted inside his chest, as his fisted hands trembled violently. Now look what you did; you can't control your quirk. Always a failure, Touya. Destroying everything you touch, no wonder Hawks sold you out. Dabi let out a choked sob, fingers traveling up to either side of his head, tangling in his hair. "S-Shut up, shut up, shut up." He pleaded, and the hand on his back suddenly was missing, and the hero almost whined from the sudden lack of contact. She trusted you, Toga loved you, and look what you did to show that love in return. YOU KILLED HER. The harsh voice in the back of the hero's head continued as ice started forming against the white-haired male's back. "I-I-I didn't mean to..." He wheezed, squeezing his eyes shut as he gently tugged at his hair. The weight of the ice that was creeping further along the hero's back suddenly disappeared, replaced by skinny arms wrapping around Dabi's shoulders. The white-haired male grunted as he was pulled into someone's bony chest.
"I know you didn't... It wasn't your fault." Tomura whispered. The decaying hero buried his nose in the other male's hair, softly squeezing the smaller hero. Swallowing thickly, the blue-haired male turned his attention toward the small group gathered around Toga's body, wincing as Dabi continued muttering to himself. Tomura's mind was whirling with different questions while guilt and anger sparked in his chest. The decaying hero was angry that Toga was dead; he was angry that he couldn't defuse the situation before Dabi lost control. He was angry at All For One. But mostly he was angry at himself. If he just waited, then Toga wouldn't be dead, and Dabi would still have his fire quirk rather than his mother's quirk breaking just like Rei did after Shouto was born in his arms right now. Dabi had an ice quirk now; luckily, it was tied to his emotions like his fire was, but that didn't mean it was any more stable.
With Dabi's fire quirk, they had trained hard to get the flame user to be able to use his bright blue flames calmly. Managing his anger around people better and reeling the white-haired Todoroki back whenever he was spiraling. But now they were all in different territory. Dabi's siblings refused to use their ice since they were younger, so asking them for any help was out of the question. The only person who had control was Dabi's mother...but she was dead. Tomura shook the thoughts to the back of his head, chewing the inside of his cheek as he pulled the now ice-user hero further into his lap, turning his attention back toward Mr. Compress. 'Marble,' Tomura mouthed, slowly sliding his hand down the other male's back and holding it out, keeping his eyes focused on the magician as he cautiously reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small blue marble. Flicking it toward the decaying hero, who caught it easily. Tomura nudged his head toward the door, watching the small group hesitantly stand, leaving the room quickly.
A hand grabbing the front of his shirt caused the decaying hero to flinch slightly. "T-T-Toura...I'm cold..." Dabi spoke softly, snapping the blue-haired male from his train of thought.
The decaying hero looked down and exhaled slowly as he brushed his quivering hands over Dabi's back. "Don't worry, Dabs, I'm going to fix it." He responded. The smaller hero said something groggily, but the blue-haired male couldn't understand a word. "You should sleep, Dabs; you're still recovering from your injuries." He spoke quietly.
Dabi let out a quiet whimper as he shook his head, "The voices are too loud whenever I close my eyes, Toura." He murmured.
Tomura felt Dabi's head shift toward Toga's corpse, and the decaying hero hurriedly placed his hand on the other's face. "Don't look." He mumbled, his voice striving to remain even. Tomura pressed his eyes tightly, placing the stone to Dabi's forehead and softly tapping the glass against his cool skin. Fighting the impulse to cringe again as the new ice hero vanished into the blue orb.
"You'll be better when you wake up...I promise."
Chapter 16: Chapter Sixteen
Summary:
The League makes a plan on what to do with Dabi after the death of Toga.
Notes:
Okay! I have the next four chapters planned out and will be typing them up throughout the week. So hopefully updates for this fanfic will be uploaded faster. Still not quite sure how long I want this fanfic to be, I was thinking maybe thirty-five like Don't Criticize me! But I'm not sure, I might push for forty. Still on the fence, please let me know!
Chapter Text
Tomura looked down at the blue marble in his hands, and an overwhelming rush of emotions coursed through his body. Too many questions and thoughts running a mile a minute in his hazy brain. How could you have let this happen? All you had to do was be patient and let Dabi heal on his own. NOW LOOK WHAT YOU DID...TOGA'S DEAD...BECAUSE OF YOU. A choked sob escaped the smaller male's mouth. Red eyes shifted toward his feet, mentally wincing at the frost that crept across the flooring. The thought of Dabi's terrified eyes flashed inside the blue-haired male's head, causing his stomach to twist tightly into a knot. Tomura clamped down on his bottom lip, tears stinging the corners of his eyes. Bile and blood swelled in his mouth as his eyes slowly shifted toward Toga's body. Gagging, the hero quickly snapped his hand across his mouth and turned his head away, squeezing his eyes shut tightly. The blue marble felt heavy in the decaying hero's trembling hand. His red eyes slowly shifted down toward the small round object as a soft snarl emitted from Tomura's throat.
All it would take is for him to curl his hand around the marble and squeeze. Tomura's heart thudded against his ribs, and his blood froze in his body. Hands quickly clenched around either side of his head, the small round object falling out of his hands with a soft clattering. Rolling against the decaying hero's foot, Tomura stared down at the marble for a couple of minutes as guilt and shame spread throughout his chest. No. It wasn't Dabi's fault. It was his. Leaning forward, Tomura picked up the marble. Fat tears streamed down his face, and he brought the object up to his mouth. "I'm sorry, Touya..." He whispered. Pocketing the marble.
Tomura slowly stood, his legs wobbling violently. The decaying hero's legs gave out from underneath him, and before he could hit the ground, a hand grabbed his wrist while another hand wrapped around his waist. "Easy, Tomura," Mr. Compress whispered, walking toward the chair next to the knocked-over bed and then gently lowering Tomura into it. Mr. Compress stood once more, eyes scanning the destroyed room, exhaling lowly, turning toward the small group, and starting to speak. The blue-haired hero glanced up, watching the magician's mouth move, but the words sounded like they were underwater. Hazy red eyes glanced down toward his lap, watching his fists shake violently against his leg. Tomura could feel his quirk bubbling underneath his skin, and a wave of panic washed through the smaller male as he frantically reached over and laid a hand on the bloodied pillow. Exhaling softly as the fabric turned to dust against his fingers, forming a small pile on the painted bedsheets.
Tomura closed his eyes slowly, letting his head lean against the back of the chair. Spinner was the first to move closer toward Toga's body, staring into the teenager's dull, lifeless eyes for a couple of minutes before swallowing the bile that was swelling in his mouth. Twice couldn't control himself, quickly rushing into a corner of the room, emptying his stomach, muttering under his breath while sobbing loudly. Half of Tomura wanted to comfort the cloning hero, but he couldn't trust himself not to also dust the man. The blue-haired male cradled his arm to his chest, watching as the rest of the League slowly approached the blonde teenager. As Spinner tried to slide Toga's body off the ice, the whole room was engulfed with the smell of copper.
Tomura let out a low whine and gagged on his hand. As the rest of the group exchanged weary looks, Spinner continued to carefully slide the blonde teenager's body from the ice, and the blue-haired male had to turn off his brain to prevent himself from vomiting. Thick layers of Toga's hair and skin ripped from her body into the air as Spinner gently lifted her body out of the ice, causing large chunks of hair and skull to be pulled from her trembling body. Her legs and face were left with big, bleeding patches of missing skin. As more blood spurted from her icy body, her organs squelched noisily. Blood covered Spinner's and Magne's pant legs and spattered the floor, bouncing off the transparent ice. Twice's loud sobbing morphed into low screams as he clenched either side of his head, shaking his head violently. Magne whispered something to Mr. Compress before letting go of Toga's body, walking toward the crying, cloning hero, wrapping their thick arms around the smaller male, and then pulling him into a hug.
Cooing softly while Mr. Compress and Spinner finally managed to free Toga from Dabi's thick ice, and then carrying the small female out of the room, leaving a large trail of blood behind them. Tomura knew he should have followed them; he was the goddamn leader of the League, and yet he was sitting in a chair curled up like a child. But every time the decaying hero tried to push himself up onto his wobbling feet, his body was too rooted inside the chair, his nails digging into the plush fabric. The overwhelming smell of copper and bile engulfed the room, making everyone's stomachs clench tightly while the magician hero pushed the balcony doors open. Gulping down large mouthfuls of air while leaning against the metal railing, Tomura turned his head to the side, red eyes falling on Dabi's abandoned, which sparked anger within Tomura, and it took all his strength to resist the urge to dust the blasted thing. However, he knew that even if he wanted to, he would never have the courage to do so. He still remembered the suppressed look of relief and happiness on the flame user's face when Compress and he gave him the jacket. It was the first sign of Dabi trusting someone enough to let inside his walls besides his siblings.
Reaching out, Tomura's hand hovered above the long, blue, tattered jacket, heart thudding against his chest as he snatched it from the side of the bed, staring at it for a couple of seconds. He brought it up to his chest and then buried his nose into the rough fabric, inhaling the overwhelming smell of smoke and vanilla that engulfed his nose. The tears that stung the corner of the male's eyes finally spilled down his pale face, forming small dark patches in the metal cuffs around the fabric's sleeves. It felt like hours before Mr. Compress came back into the small office, gently setting a hand on the smaller hero's shoulder. "We need to come up with a plan, especially if we're going to help him." The magician said.
Tomura inhaled and exhaled slowly, wiping the tears from his face with the back of his hand. He slipped on Dabi's jacket and then pushed himself up from the chair. "Since Dabi can't control his quirk, we should keep him inside the marble until we can come up with a plan to neutralize the damage," Tomura explained.
Spinner brought a hand up to his chin, thinking to himself for a long moment. Chewing the inside of his cheek, he said, "We could always take him to UA. Dabi was a student with all of us. Plus, his little brother is a student there, right? They might have a good idea how to help Dabi." He pointed out, holding out a hand. The air in the room seemed to be sucked dry as everyone froze, eyes widening slightly. Each League member exchanged worried glances before turning their attention toward Tomura. The blue-haired male hummed, bringing a hand up to his mouth and gently biting down on his lower lip. It was a huge gamble; there were a couple of teachers still around from when they were students. Eraserhead and Recovery Girl were a few that came to mind, but the others retired as soon as the League graduated, claiming and joking that the small, rowdy teenagers sapped them of all life.
If anyone could figure out how to help Touya, it would be Recovery Girl; they just had to hope that the newer teachers would think Dabi was a villain and try and arrest him. Minutes passed before Tomura exhaled loudly, nodding his head. "It's our best chance; we should see what Recovery Girl has to say. If she can't figure out anything, then we get Touya's siblings." He concluded.
Mr. Compress paused, "A-Are you sure that's a good idea? Especially since Dabi doesn't remember them?" The magician asked.
"It's the only option we have left since Ha—." Tomura sighed slightly. The male with the blue hair began, then stopped himself, making a tiny fist at his sides. "They're the only people left." He muttered, swallowing thickly. A knife could cut through the tension that pervaded the room as it lapsed into an unsettling silence. Before the accident, only his siblings and the league could reason with the ex-fire user; the rest was a whole other story that Tomura didn't want to consider. Anger boiled in the blue-haired hero's chest, and his jaws clenched at the thought of Hawks's blazing red wings.
If he had, it was his way the winged pigeon would lose more than just his wings. But unfortunately, Hawks still meant something to Dabi, even if the newly ice user didn't want to admit it at the moment. Tomura ran a hand through his hair, shaking the creeping thoughts to the back of his head. "We don't have any other choice. UA is the safest place right now for him." The decaying hero continued.
"What about us? What are we supposed to do?"
"If we talk to Eraserhead, we'll be fine. We just have to keep Dabi away from everyone until they can figure out how to help him control his new quirk." Tomura answered.
Twice, growled lowly, pushing Spinner out of the way. "I don't like just leaving Dabi at UA. It feels like we're abandoning him." He shouted. "Fuck him, he killed Toga."
Mr. Compress placed a hand on the cloning hero's shoulder. "Nobody is abandoning anyone twice. But this is the best way to help him." The magician replied.
The male swatted Mr. Compress's hand off his shoulder. Closing the gap between him and Tomura, grabbing ahold of the blue-haired male's shirt. "Why can't we get All For One to bring back Toga?! He healed Dabi." He demanded. "This is all his fault. We should kill him, too."
Tomura inhaled, gently wrapping a hand around Twice's hand. "You and I both know asking All For One for help was a mistake in the first place. If anything, it's my fault she's gone twice. Blame me, not Dabi." He answered, his voice wavering slightly.
The room grew silent, everyone rooted in place until Mange swallowed thickly. Closing the gap between the two, and tore Twice from Tomura. "We shouldn't be fighting right now. And nobody should be blaming anyone either; what happened happened." She said, keeping her arms placed on the men's chests. Twice she huffed, swatting Magne's hand off. Muttering under his breath as he brushed past Spinner while leaving the small room. The female sighed, turning her attention toward Tomura. "He didn't mean anything; he's just upset and on edge like the rest of us." She reassured.
If I waited like Compress said, then Dabi would still have his fire quirk. Was hung heavily on the tip of Tomura's tongue. But the blue-haired male quickly pushed it to the back of his mind. "Magne, Spinner, will you please make sure Twice doesn't get himself killed?" He said instead.
The decaying hero and magician watched the two leave. Mr. Compress waited for the door to gently click closed before exhaling loudly. Unclipping his mask, he took it and set his top hat onto the bed. He brought a hand up to his face, running a hand through his messy hair. "What would you like me to do, Boss?" He questions.
"You are going to help me get into UA. So I can try and talk to Eraserhead."
Chapter 17: Chapter Seventeen
Summary:
The League gets Dabi to UA, and Recovery Girl makes some startling discoveries as she's treating the new ice user.
Chapter Text
Tomura stood in front of the looming building before him, ruby red eyes scanning the small black box positioned next to the large gate surrounding the large school. Anxiety and fear swelled in the blue-haired male's chest as his heart pounded heavily against his ribs. Tomura knew they had to do this; it was best for Dabi, but that didn't stop the small voice whispering in the back of the decaying hero's brain. Thinking of all the different situations that could happen to them if the pro heroes thought the League were Tomura, stood before the imposing building, his ruby-red eyes scanning the small black box positioned next to the large gate that surrounded the school. Anxiety and fear swelled in his chest as his heart pounded heavily against his ribs. He knew they had to do this; it was what was best for Dabi. However, that didn’t silence the small voice whispering in the back of his mind, warning him of all the possible scenarios that could unfold if the pro heroes mistook the League for enemies.
Taking a slow, deep breath, Tomura exchanged a glance with Mr. Compress before stepping forward. He pressed the small, round red button and waited, forcing himself to suppress the urge to jump back when the box sprang to life with a loud hissing sound. "Who goes there?" a harsh voice echoed from the other side, causing the magician to flinch slightly. The decaying hero inhaled and exhaled slowly, exchanging a glance with Mr. Compress before taking a few steps forward. Pressing the small round red button and waiting a few minutes, fighting the urge to jump backward when the box sprang to life, letting out a loud hissing sound. "Who goes there!" A loud, harsh voice echoed from the other side, causing the magician to flinch slightly.
Tomura swallowed hard. "My name is Tomura Shigaraki, leader of the League. One of our members is injured, and we need to talk to Eraserhead," he said, his blue-haired companion responding without hesitation. After a couple of minutes, the speaker fell silent, and Tomura felt a whine rising in the back of his throat. The blue marble holding Dabi felt heavier than it did at the office, intensifying the anxiety that curled in Tomura's stomach, knotting it into a tight ball. The decaying hero bit down on his tongue, struggling to resist the urge to smash the speaker. It felt like hours had passed before the speaker crackled to life again, and Tomura zoned out while the voice on the other end spoke. Relief washed through the decaying man's chest when the gates squeaked open.
Compress hesitated and turned his attention to Tomura, who shrugged and began walking toward the front door. In the middle of the pathway stood a small group of heroes that Tomura didn't recognize. The decaying hero felt his quirk boiling as he extended a hand, prompting the magician to stop. "We're here to see Eraserhead and Recovery Girl," Tomura announced. The three heroes exchanged glances and quietly muttered to each other, nodding for the pair to follow them. Tomura held his breath as he trailed behind the small group, his red eyes scanning the long white hallway. He noticed different students laughing with their friends and watching as they were escorted down the corridor. The decaying hero observed the various pictures of pro heroes and past principals hanging on the walls. He smirked when he realized that Principal Nezu was still in the same position he had been in during Tomura's time as a student.
They were led past several classrooms, and Tomura lost count of how many twists and turns they made before arriving at a large double door. The decaying hero raised an eyebrow at the small group of heroes. One of the heroes rolled his eyes, grunted, and gestured toward the office door before bumping his shoulder against Tomura and disappearing around the corner. "Scoundrels..." Compress, he muttered, putting his hands on his hips. The magician quickly summoned a marble, rolling it between his fingers a couple of times. "Just say the word, Tomura, and I'll trap them in my marble." He added with a scowl.
Tomura held up a hand, letting out a sigh. "No...We can't stoop down to their level and start picking fights. We need to focus on Dabi right now." He replied calmly. The blue-haired male turned back toward the double doors, exhaling loudly before taking a few steps forward, setting his hands on the smooth wood, and gently pushing them open. Sitting on the couches in between the coffee table were Eraserhead and Recovery Girl, while Nezu had his paws together on the desk, a large grin on his face as the duo slowly entered the office. Tomura's ruby eyes scanned the office for a few minutes before relaxing. Mr. Compress closed the door behind them. Tomura sat next to Eraserhead while the Magician sat next to Recovery Girl.
Nezu cleared his throat. "You said that one of your members was injured; what happened?" The mouse creature questioned.
Both Tomura and Compress flinched, forming small fists in their laps. After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, the decaying hero finally glanced up, his ruby red eyes filled with tears. "You know how Dabi was injured during the villain attack months ago? Someone hired Hawks to kidnap him and sell him to their boss. We don’t know how long they held him or what they did to Touya. But when I found him stumbling in the streets, he was bruised and bloodied. We took him back to his office, where we discovered he had been tortured and that they had taken one of his fingers and an eye. I—" Tomura started, tears streaming down his cheeks as his shoulders trembled.
Mr. Compress placed a gentle hand on the other man's shoulder and squeezed lightly. "Tomura thought that if we reached out to All For One, he would help cure Touya's injuries," the Magician explained. The blue-haired man let out a choked sob, his head bowed slightly as he tightened his grip on his pant leg. "Unfortunately, while All For One did address Touya's injuries, something went wrong with his quirk. He lost control, and instead of Dabi's fire, he ended up summoning blue ice. Toga was in the crossfire...and she didn't make it..." Mr. Compress continued.
The office was filled with Tomura's soft sobbing; each pro exchanged weary glances. Eraserhead swallowed thickly, "Where is Touya now?" He asked.
Tomura reached into his pocket and pulled out a small blue marble, placing it on the coffee table in front of him. "I—I didn't know what else to do. He was so scared, and after Toga, we didn't want to risk anyone else," the decaying hero said.
Recovery. The girl leaned forward to pick up the marble, examining it for a few minutes. After humming to herself, she slipped the glass marble into her jacket pocket and pushed herself up from the couch. "I'll look into his injuries and run some tests. It will take me a couple of days," she said, exiting the office.
Nezu turned in his chair, getting up and walking to the center of the room with his small arms pinned behind his back. "In the meantime, your team should take time to grieve for your loss. We'll ensure Dabi is well cared for," the mouse creature said.
"T-Thank you..."
***
Recovery Girl slowly entered the infirmary with a worn sigh. She reached into her jacket pocket and set a marble down on the gurney before walking over to her desk. She opened one of the drawers and pulled out a large file, which she placed on her desk. After flipping through it for ten minutes, the medic snapped the file closed and returned to the bed, breaking the marble in her hand. "Sorry, kid, I can't take any chances this time around," Recovery Girl whispered as she grabbed the cuffs from the side of the bed and gently wrapped them around Touya's wrists and ankles. She spent a couple of minutes scanning the pro hero, noting how pale he looked and that he was shivering. Recovery Girl gently placed a hand on the white-haired boy's forehead and quickly recoiled at how cold he felt. The older medic hurried to the glass cabinet and then returned to the bed, carefully inserting a thermometer into Touya's mouth. After a couple of minutes, the device beeped. She took it out and stared at the reading in shock: 11.8°C. The medic swallowed thickly, setting the thermometer on the nightstand next to her, quickly bringing the blankets up to Touya's chest, and grabbing blankets from the bed beside her.
After wrapping the white-haired hero in blankets, the nurse turned on the heater and returned to her desk. Grabbing her pad of paper and a pen, Recovery Girl spun around, her eyes widening in surprise as her hands trembled. Clusters of blue frost began to form on the bedrail, and white smoke billowed from Touya’s mouth. Recovery Girl moved closer, observing the frost creeping further along the rail. The thin metal pole squeaked as she inched down, and the older nurse noticed white, spider-like markings appearing on Touya's hands. Once she had jotted down her findings, she walked back toward the glass cabinet, retrieving gloves, a smaller glass tube, and a syringe. A soft whimper escaped the white-haired male's lips as Recovery Girl approached the bed. "T-Toura..." Touya whined in his sleep. After Recovery Girl drew some blood, the nurse walked over to the metal table beside her desk. She took a sample of Touya's blood and placed the vial into the machine. Leaning back in her chair, she ran a hand through her thin hair.
The soft beeping from the machine woke Recovery Girl from her sleep. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, the older woman grabbed the paper that had just emerged from the printer. She scanned the document a few times before stopping to reread it three more times. Finally, her gaze shifted back to the sleeping figure behind her. Swallowing thickly, she grabbed her cane resting against the table and pushed herself up from the stool. Quick to stumble down the hallway, she rushed into Nezu's office. Panting softly, the older woman ignored the startled expressions on All Might's and Eraser Head's faces as she shuffled further into the room and placed the paper down on the mouse creature's desk. "Touya's fire isn't dormant; it's gone. All For One swapped his quirks," she announced.
Nezu carefully picked up the paper, his black, beady eyes scanning the document for several moments of silence. After reading it, he passed the paper to All Might, who stood alongside Eraserhead, who had just appeared beside the older woman moments later. "We need to inform Endeavor. He’s the only one capable of controlling Touya's new quirk," the larger hero stated.
The black-haired man scoffed, rolling his eyes as he folded his arms over his chest. "Dabi and Endeavor's relationship is far too volatile to consider that idea. Contacting Endeavor now would put both the students and Dabi in danger. We should reach out to his siblings instead. With his memory still unclear, they might have a better chance of triggering something," Eraserhead argued.
Recovery Girl settled into the chair in front of Nezu's desk, leaning back comfortably. Leaning her head back, she stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, fixing her glasses. "We also need to consider what the League has informed us: someone is after Dabi. We don't know who we can trust," she pointed out.
Both men opened their mouths to argue, but Nezu held up a paw to stop them. "We have a lot of missing information that we need to sort out. Recovery Girl is correct in advising us not to trust anyone other than the people in this room and the League. However, we also need to consider how Dab's new quirk will affect him and those around him," the mouse creature began. The principal pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "For now, we should try using some quirk suppression cuffs and contact Dabi's siblings first. If that doesn't work, we can reach out to Endeavor," he continued.
Each hero exchanged weary glances before sighing collectively, nodding their heads slowly. "Yes, sir." They said in unison.
Chapter 18: Chapter Eighteen
Summary:
Dabi's siblings make it to UA, but will the reunion be joyful or crash and burn?
Notes:
Alright, a bit of a split P.O.V this chapter, as well as a ton of dialogue, but we are finally updating this fanfic after what feels like forever, I don't even know why this took me so long when I have all the chapters planned out. {I may or may not have been obsessed with my new MHA idea and spent three days writing that instead ^^; }
Anyway! After spending so much time staring at my Amazon account, I have all my cosplays planned out for Emerald City! {I also convinced my wife to cosplay with me all four days, so if you wanna hear what she's going to be, let me know.} I have never been to Seattle and have added a ton of places I wanna see because of everyone's comments. But please keep suggesting places, I wanna spend the five days we are there exploring or writing.
Cosplay List
. Ruby Rose {RWBY}
. Dragon Dabi {MHA}
. Jax {TADC}
. Gangle {TADC}
Honestly, all my notes are going to be nothing about my trip, so strap in lol, enough rambling. Enjoy!
-Shade
Chapter Text
Shoto gazed at the large manila folder, his heterochromia eyes tired from lack of sleep. He pressed his hand against his forehead, fingers tangled in his hair. He wasn't sure why he had taken the files; however, after Touya woke up, he had a gut feeling that something was wrong. It felt like months since he had entered the hospital room, watching his older brother connected to monitors, fighting to survive. His split-haired form trembled slightly at the sound of the heart monitor beeps, which indicated they had lost Touya several times, only for him to be revived by a miracle. Shoto still has nightmares of Fuyumi's terrified face as Natsuo clung to her, pleading for their brother to wake up. He shook these memories free and looked at the small photo clipped to the folder's side. Teeth clamping down on his bottom lip, they had lost sight of Touya after Hawks took him from the hospital, only to have him turn up again, bloody and disoriented, in the middle of the street with a missing finger. Anger bubbled in Shoto's chest as he slammed the folder closed, forming a tight fist at his side, fighting the urge to scream. He needed to find Hawks, but the hero, or whatever he was, disappeared after Tomura found Touya.
Shoto tried to get answers from the decaying hero, but all he got was a harsh glare and a warning that his brother wasn't stable enough to be around at the moment. Shoto had made numerous attempts to enter the infirmary secretly, capturing a glimpse of pure blue ice before being blocked by Recovery Girl. She had promised to provide an update to the youngest Todoroki when his siblings arrived. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on his dorm door. He slid the file behind a stack of unfinished homework before turning in his chair and strolling up to the door. Tension left Shoto's body when he was met with Bakugo's harsh red eyes. Deku was standing slightly behind the blonde, nervously wringing his hands together. "Hey, Todoroki... We wanted to check up on you and see how you're doing. Since your older brother is still recovering and everything." The green-haired male stammered.
Shoto stepped aside to let the two boys into his room, a slight smirk spreading across his face. They followed as they moved deeper into the room, shutting the door behind them. "They won't let me see him until my siblings are here, saying he's too unstable." He replied. Bakugo let out a big sigh and collapsed on Shouto's bed, while Deku took a seat at the desk. "I find it hard to believe that they are treating him like a villain. My brother is a hero; he would never harm someone without cause." Shoto gritted his teeth and went on.
"He was in an accident a few months ago, right?" The blond man rolled his eyes and muttered. "Perhaps something jumbled his mental state, and now he sees everything in reverse," Bakugo suggested, putting his arms behind his head.
"Kachan! You can't say that!"
Shoto held up a hand. "No, it's fine. After Hawks took him from the hospital, there is no telling what's going on with Touya-nii. I hate how everyone is looking at this as an accident." The younger male sighed, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the wall behind him.
Deku and Bakugo exchanged glances for a few seconds. "You don't think it was?" Deku asked.
Shoto swallowed hard, eyes flicking to the floor. Honestly, he wasn't certain. All his instincts screamed that there was something suspicious about Touya's accident: the villains knowing how to separate the fire user from his team and the fact that they knew how Touya's quirk worked seemed too coincidental. Only his family and Tomura knew that his brother was a long-range attacker. Either someone had stolen Touya's file from the Hero Commission, or someone had leaked it. Shoto suspected who it was, but every time he tried to bring it up, people dismissed him and said it wasn't possible. "The only people who knew Touya-nii was a long-range attacker were my family and Tomura; there should be no way ordinary villains would know that type of information," Shoto explained.
"Unless someone told them and instructed them to target Blue Phoenix..."
Bakugo was silent for a long moment, propping himself up with the palms of his hands. "Trying to figure out who'd be stupid enough to attack Endeavor's oldest will be like finding a needle in a haystack. As a hero, your brother has a mountain of people who hate him. Let alone would want revenge on him." The blonde pointed out.
Shoto pushed himself away from the wall, nibbled the inside of his cheek, and let out a quiet breath. "I suspect my father..." He stated. As Deku's eyes gradually turned owlish and his mouth opened, it appeared as though the air in the room had been drawn out. Bakugo pushed himself upright and sputtered, shaking his head. Shoto spoke again before they could both say anything. "Endeavor has consistently envisioned Touya as a hero who surpassed All Might. In addition to refusing to inherit our father's hero agency after his death, Touya-nii is still only ranked in the top hundred on the hero board. He explained.
Deku's green eyes shifted toward Bakugo, swallowing thickly. "D-D-Do you think your father would go that far? We're talking about the number three hero, Todoroki." He questioned.
Shoto bit his lower lip hard as his fingernails drove into the flesh of his palm. His dual-colored pupils hardened, and a taste of copper filled his tongue. "There are things that you don't know about my family...."
Bakugo scooted near the edge of the bed, taking a breath and then letting it out again. "We need evidence that your father was involved in Blue Phoenix's accident. Attempting to persuade him to confess and ruin our element of surprise is futile." With a gloved hand extended, the blonde spoke.
Deku pushed himself out of Shoto's desk chair. "Shouldn't we tell the teachers? What if Endeavor comes here looking for Blue Phoenix? Or villains?" He demanded.
The blonde hero growled, pushing himself onto his feet. "We're a hero school, Deku; no villain would be stupid enough to attack us when we have so many pros." He shouted.
Bakugo and Shoto exchanged glances before turning their attention back toward Deku. "We also have to assume that some of them already know Touya-nii's situation. He was missing a finger and was tortured when Tomura found him. I highly doubt that he'd let his best friend die." Shoto added.
"Alright, so what's the plan, half-in-half?"
Shoto looked around the room and was about to speak when he was interrupted by another knock on the door. After the three young men looked at each other, Deku was the first to approach the door and carefully pull it open. When the green-haired man saw his homeroom teacher's black gaze, he relaxed a little. "Deku? Why are you in Todoroki's room? Mr. Aizawa raised an eyebrow in question.
Deku peeked behind his shoulder. "Todoroki was upset about Blue Phoenix, and Bakugo and I were here to make sure he was alright." He said, earning a grunt from the blonde teenager.
Mr. Aizawa looked down at Deku, then at Bakugo, who suddenly materialized behind the smaller training hero. The basement hero hummed softly and nodded his head. "All well, Todoroki, your sister and brother are present. I'll show you where they are." He extended an arm as he spoke.
After giving the underground teacher a long look, Shoto left the dimly lit bedroom and trailed the older man down the corridor. The youngest Todoroki was unable to control the worry that was fiercely rising in his gut during the silent walk; as they passed the classrooms, he drowned out the words of the other students, a million ideas racing through his mind. Time seemed to slow around them as they both approached a large door. His siblings sat around the large round table, heads buried in their hands as fat tears slid down their cheeks. Mr. Aizawa placed a hand on the curve of Shoto's back, glancing down at him before gently pushing open the door. Fuyumi was the first to stand, her grey eyes wide as she rushed to the door, wrapping her arms around the smaller teenager. "I'm glad you're okay..." She whispered.
"H-Have you seen Touya-nii?"
Fuyumi looked back at Natsuo, who would not look at them, as she carefully unwound her arms around Shoto. "N-No, they preferred that we wait." He continued to claim that he wasn't stable enough to have guests." With her hands folded in front of her, she responded.
Recovery Girl entered the room immediately after Mr. Aizawa, who entered slowly. After shutting the door behind them, the underground teacher cleared his throat. "Speaking of your brother, the information we're about to give you doesn't leave this room." He clarified while assisting the elderly woman into a chair next to him, and then took a seat across from her. "As you are aware, Duststrom discovered your sibling with a severed finger. We later learned that in an attempt to save Touya, Duststorm allowed All For One to steal Blue Phoenix's quirk and replace it with a new one." He went on.
Natsuo's head snapped up, grey eyes staring at the underground hero for a long moment. Narrowing slightly before finally speaking. "What kind of new quirk?"
Recovery Girl sighed, fixing her glasses on her nose. "After talking to Duststorm, it appears that All For One fixed your brother's constitution to fire and ice. Replacing Blue Phoenix's blue fire with blue ice that is stronger than his fire." She explained.
A growl escaped Natsuo's throat as he pushed himself up from the chair. Slamming his hand down onto the table. "What the hell are we standing here for then!? All we have to do is get All For One to give Touya his quirk back, right? Then he'll be fixed." Natsuo demanded.
Both teachers formed small fists in front of them as their eyes slid down toward the table. "I apologize, but it's not that simple, even if we could convince All For One to return Touya's quirk. With how bad your brother's fire was on his already weakened body. Who knows what would happen to Touya? It could worsen the already unbalanced compounds in his body." Eraserhead was the first to speak.
Another snarl escaped Natsuo's mouth as he slammed his fist against the table. Causing the wood to vibrate, "Then what the fuck are we going to do to help Touya! He's not some villain that needs to be locked up." He shouted.
Eraserhead stared at Natsuo unfazed, his lips pressed into a thin line. The underground hero ran a hand through his black hair. "We don't want to treat your brother like one. But we need to make sure he's not a danger to himself or others." He stated.
Fuyumi shifted from foot to foot nervously, "When can we see him? I'm sure if we tried to talk to Touya, he'd calm down." She questioned.
The older medic cleared her throat, causing everyone to snap their heads towards her. "Under normal circumstances, we'd advise not to let family near a patient." Recovery Girl said. Minutes seemed to painfully pass before the older woman used her cane to push herself to her feet. "However, we do think that Blue Phoenix's quirk is tied to his emotions. Maybe seeing someone familiar will help keep him calm enough to figure out what to do next." She added.
In one swift motion, Shoto and his siblings were escorted out of the conference room. Eraserhead's dark eyes scanned the hallway while Recovery Girl continued talking about Touya, but if the dully colored-haired male had to be honest, he found her words to be a blur. The youngest Todoroki sibling's heart was thudding against his ribcage while his hands shook slightly at his sides. A mixture of emotions was swirling inside Shoto's stomach as the classrooms slowly shifted to the infirmary.
Fuyumi paused at Shoto's side, placing a hand on his shoulder, and then squeezed gently. "We should go in one at a time; try not to overwhelm Touya." She said, exchanging glances with her siblings. Her grey eyes fell onto Shoto, and a soft smirk formed on her lips. "Why don't you go first, Sho..." She whispered.
Shoto gazed at the room a few feet away, unable to see anything from the large viewing area. The trainee hero swallowed hard, fidgeting with his hands before walking towards the window. His eyes first landed on the wires and devices attached to Touya. His heterochromatic gaze took in the carefully wrapped bandages around his brother's hands and neck. A knot formed in Shoto's stomach as he moved closer to the door, his hand trembling above the handle while his siblings and Recovery Girl watched patiently. Minutes felt like hours as he squeezed his eyes shut, then quickly grasped the handle. The hospital door creaked open slowly, accompanied by the soft beeping of machines, as the youngest Todoroki stepped inside. He stared at the gurney for a few moments, nervously picking at his nails before approaching. "T-Touya-nii...." Shoto called softly, placing his trembling hands on the railing.
Shoto waited a few moments, glancing at the heart monitor beside him, watching the green line gently fluctuate on the dark screen. Tears welled in his eyes as he turned back to Touya and softly begged, "T-T-Touya-nii... Please get up... You have to get up...."
The beeping from various machines seemed to intensify in Shoto's ears as he slightly bowed his head. Thick tears rolled down his cheeks, and his shoulders shook violently. His mind didn't notice when the sheets shifted until a hand brushed against his, making him suddenly lift his head, eyes wide as the youngest stared at Touya's bandaged fingers intertwined with his pinky. "S-Sho..." the ice user gasped before his head tilted to the side again, and his hand went limp.
***
Hawks landed carefully on his balcony, causing a stinging agony in his shoulders as the blonde's bright red wings folded softly behind him. With a deep hiss, Hawks pulled open the sliding glass door and ran a gloved palm over his shoulder blade. With a muttered curse, of course, the fucking gang member managed to nick him. Hawks's mind was too jumbled for him to focus. If the winged male had to be honest, it wasn't the fact that his mind was too jumbled; it was who was causing his mind to fog over. Ever since he met the oldest Todoroki, his bird instincts haven't shut off. The look of betrayal on Touya's face flashed in Hawks's mind, causing the winged male to shudder. The blonde kicked off his worn boots and walked into the kitchen of the darkened flat, grabbing the half-drunk water bottle from his refrigerator and taking a long sip of the water before dumping the large rolled stack of bills onto the counter, exhaling loudly.
The guilt had been eating away at Hawks for weeks now; he's tried to push it to the back of his head, but every night when Hawks tries to close his eyes, Touya's cries echo in his ears. Since Hawks had read too many books about hitmen or mob bosses falling for the target, it honestly felt like a joke at this point. It truly made Hawks want to throw up as their icy heart melted throughout the story. Up until now, he had hated those stories and prided himself that nobody could touch the winged man. But now he had been living out those dumb, corny romance books, and he was panicking. He was in love with Touya Todoroki and possibly fucked up ever finding his mate. Yellow eyes flicked down toward the rolled bills, scrunching his nose up as he quickly pushed himself off the counter and trudged toward the bedroom. Flicking on the light, Hawks sighed, peeling his dirtied compress shirt off, tossing it next to the dresser before walking toward the bed.
Hawks took his gloves off next, letting his eyes slip closed as the winged male unattached his feathers one by one, letting the small feathers zip around the apartment, finding a place to hide. One feather hesitated above the space next to him on the bed. Turning his head, Hawks froze. Yellow eyes turning into pinpricks as they landed on the dirtied star plush resting against the pillows. The winged male swallowed thickly, leaning forward, and picked up the plush. Dabi was an asshole; he was a hero with an attitude problem, but people still loved him for it. Dabi didn't let people in long enough to see Touya. And Hawks theorized it has something to do with his childhood, as well as the desperate need to make a face to protect himself. Unfortunately for Hawks, he fell for both sides and wanted nothing more than to see that smile one more time. Slumping down onto the bed, the blonde tucked the star plush against his chest, tightening his arms around the stuffed toy as his shoulders shuddered faintly.
Hot tears slid down Hawks's cheeks, a choked sob escaping the blonde's trembling lips, as Hawks buried his face into the plush, inhaling the faint scent of Touay. He had to make this right; he had to see Touya smile again, even if it was Dabi and a fake one Hawks needed to see. The winged male shuddered once more, slowly uncurling himself, and dug his phone from his jeans. Scrolling through the countless villain network articles on his phone for a couple of minutes. Minutes seemed to blur past the blonde, his talons gently digging further and further into the soft plush. Hero Blue Phoenix was rushed to UA High School by Duststrom and Mr. Compress after weeks of the hero being missing. Hawks read the article a few times, heart thudding against his chest as a thousand thoughts were swirling in his head. The blonde pushed himself off the bed, quickly snatching an old tank top from the floor before resummoning his feathers. Leaving his shoes by the TV and rushing toward the balcony, Hawks hopped onto the railing before jumping into the air.
I'm coming, Touya...
Chapter 19: Chapter Nineteen
Summary:
The teachers of UA try and figure out what to do with Touya, after the hero wakes up after weeks.
Notes:
I was finally inspired to upload this chapter after having it halfway finished, after one of my top readers of this series commented. {You know who you are <3 }
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Touya slowly opened his eyes, staring up at the ceiling for a few moments. A sharp pain blossomed in his hands, radiating up through his wrists and into his shoulders. He turned his head to the side, hissing slightly as the discomfort intensified, his eyes widening in surprise. A mixture of frost and ice filled the entire room, and the equipment was crystallized in dark blue ice. Touya let out a shaky breath. His gaze shifted down to his wrists, where he noticed the thick quirk cancellation cuffs tightly bound them. Blood rushed to Touya's ears, intensifying his heartbeat and echoing in his mind. The image of Toga's dead eyes flashed in his head, and he gagged loudly.
Quickly scrambling out of bed, Touya stumbled toward the bathroom, where he violently threw up. His shoulders shook uncontrollably as hot tears slid down his pale face. His stomach clenched tightly, sending sharp, stabbing pains through his body as he retched once more. Loud beeping replaced the sound of Touya's heart in his ears. The male intertwined his slender fingers in his sweat-matted hair, clenching his teeth tightly. Suddenly, a rough pair of hands gripped Touya's arms and slammed him against the cool tiles. His head bounced off the floor, causing his vision to spin violently. A low whimper escaped Touya's mouth, prompting the person above him to shout louder, making Touya flinch.
Another voice boomed in the room, and Touya felt the urge to curl into a ball as the image of a tall man with orange flames and hardened blue eyes, resembling his own, flashed into his mind. The person above Touya sputtered before being shoved off him, and the room fell silent shortly afterward, accompanied by soft cursing. "Touya, Touya, come on, look at me," the person beside him demanded gently, softly tapping the white-haired male's cheek to snap him out of his thoughts. Minutes passed before the ice user became aware of his shallow breathing; his tongue felt heavy and coated with bile. Slowly turning his head, he noticed Eraserhead's worried expression, his smooth hands tightly gripping Touya's wrist. "Are you okay, kid?" Eraserhead whispered.
"I-I killed her...."
Eraserhead was silent for a long moment as he pulled Touya into his chest, wrapping his arms around the smaller male. "I know, kid. It wasn't your fault; it was an accident," he replied softly.
Touya trembled in the underground hero's arms, a soft sob escaping his throat. "What's happening to me?" he asked, his voice heavy with exhaustion. The underground hero didn't respond to the other man; instead, he helped Touya up from the floor and hobbled back into the ice-encrusted room, assisting the white-haired male back into bed. Silently, Eraserhead watched as the smaller male curled up, bringing his knees to his chest and pulling his pillow over his face. Meanwhile, the underground hero gently rubbed the younger male's back. Minutes passed before the underground hero finally pushed himself off the edge of the bed and took a few steps toward the door. "Was my family here?" Touya asked suddenly, causing Eraserhead's footsteps to falter.
Eraserhead swallowed, his eyes fixed on the ground. Minutes ticked by slowly before the underground hero exhaled softly, turning his head toward Touya. "Yes, UA contacted them after Duststorm dropped you off and you were admitted," he replied. The older male waited for the other to speak, but when Touya didn't continue, Eraserhead exited the darkened room. He ran a hand through his messy hair and exhaled loudly, fighting the urge to punch the wall next to him. A mix of anger and frustration churned in the underground hero's stomach as he clenched his fist tightly. As he walked further down the hallway, he tried to ignore the lingering whispers. He knew what they were gossiping about. It wasn't every day that Endeavor's oldest son faced prosecution for accidentally murdering his own teammate. Many were frightened, believing that the hero might have been paid to commit the crime and was turning towards villainy. Others speculated that he had finally snapped under the pressure of the unbalanced system in Japan. No matter the theory, everyone was talking about Touya Todoroki, and their fear was palpable.
It was also unusual for a hero to distance themselves from their family in such a significant way. Eraserhead recalled the frustrated frown on Present Mic's face as UA scrambled to contact Touya's father. When that effort failed, the school was forced to reach out to all of Touya's siblings. The underground hero glanced at his watch and let out a heavy sigh; he was already late for the meeting concerning Touya. A bad feeling churned in his gut. The outcome of the meeting felt uncertain—if Eraserhead had his way, he would take Touya back to his apartment and try to keep him hidden until things settled down. The underground hero stuffed his hands into his pockets, staring at the double doors for what felt like hours before pushing them open, watching a table full of heads snap towards him. The older male didn't look at them, finding his spot next to Present Mic, who gave the male a reassuring smile.
Nezu cleared his throat, his tiny paws resting gently in front of him as his beady black eyes scanned the table. "Everyone knows why we're here, but for those who may not be aware, we are gathered to discuss what to do about Touya Todoroki. He lost control of his quirk after All For One absorbed his fire abilities and replaced them with ice. As a result, young Toga Himiko was killed," he explained.
The room was filled with murmured voices as the heroes exchanged glances. "It was an accident; he shouldn't be treated like a villain for something he didn't consent to in the first place," Eraser was the first to speak up, folding his arms across his chest. "Considering everything that has happened to him, if we just throw him in Tartarus for something that wasn't his fault, we can't predict how it would affect him." He added, while his dark eyes flicked toward the principal.
A couple of heroes nodded thoughtfully, and the underground hero could see the gears turning in their minds. "So we just sit here and wait for the kid to lose it and kill everyone?" PopLock scoffed, throwing his hand up in frustration.
The loud blonde next to Eraserhead snarled, slamming his hand against the table. "Touya isn't going to hurt anyone, even without the quirk suppressants. Let's not forget he was a student here as well as Endeavor's oldest." Present Mic pointed out.
The pro hero waved a hand towards the blonde and said, "That's even more reason to be cautious of the kid. We all know he has the same temperament as his father. Just look at his mother; it was only a matter of time before his mind snapped like hers did." PopLock muttered.
The room descended into an eerie silence as the tension escalated among the heroes. Eraserhead was the first to act, rising from his chair and striding across the room. In one swift motion, the underground hero slammed PopLock's head against the table, pinning one of his arms behind his back while pulling the other arm backward. "You better take that back before I make you," he warned in a low voice.
Nezu's round ears twitched slightly as the mouse inhaled and exhaled softly. "Eraserhead, please calm down," he said firmly. "As pro heroes, we have to ensure the public's safety, but we also need to make sure everyone is treated equally. Indeed, Touya didn't give consent for his quirk to be taken, but we still have to ensure that Toga receives justice. I'm stripping Touya of his hero license and a two-year suspension." The mouse continued. Watching as the underground hero returned to his seat.
"That's just a slap on the wrist!" One hero shouted.
"We lost a young hero; he should be in jail, not get a simple slap on the wrist." Another hero exploded.
The blonde fidgeted for a few minutes, biting the inside of his cheek. "How about stripping him of his hero license, a three-year suspension, and a two-year pro-hero escort?" Present Mic suggested. "That way, we know where he is at all times, and Toga gets some justice. We all know she won't want to see Touya rot in jail away from the League." He added.
Nezu stared at the loud pro hero for a moment, his lips pressed into a thin line. "We'll take a vote. Everyone who agrees with this punishment, please raise your hand," he instructed, raising his paw. He watched as Eraserhead and Present Mic quickly raised their hands as well. The rest of the table exchanged glances while murmuring under their breaths, and soon, four more heroes raised their hands awkwardly. PopLock and the other heroes groaned in frustration, rolling their eyes as Nezu climbed onto the table with his small arms pinned behind his back. "Well, that's settled then. Eraserhead, I'm leaving Touya in your care," the principal said, nodding towards the underground hero.
As everyone filtered out of the room, Eraserhead leaned his head back against the chair. Staring up at the ceiling for a few minutes, letting his eyes slip close, while Present Mic gently took the older male's hand and pulled it into his lap. "It's the best thing for him; it's better than jail, Shota." He whispered, running his thumb across the other's knuckles. Shota nodded quietly, responding with a gentle hum. Present Mic chuckled softly, leaning forward to press a kiss on the older man's cheek. "I'll have dinner ready for you when you get home, and I'll also make sure the spare room is cleaned for Touya," he said, patting Eraserhead's hand before standing up and heading out the door. The underground hero numbly pushed himself out of his chair, his mind too clouded to register the shouting coming from the front of the school as he walked back toward the infirmary. A bright red feather shooting past him as he turned the corner snapped him out of his thoughts. The older man snarled lowly, chasing after the feather and managing to catch it before it reached the infirmary door. Eraserhead slowly opened his palm, staring at the broken feather for a few moments. It was from Hawks.
The underground hero pivoted on the heels of his boots, his heavy footsteps echoing through the narrow hallway. The first thing Shota noticed was the large crowd gathering at the front doors. Narrowing his eyes, the underground hero pushed through the throngs of other heroes until he finally reached the front of the crowd. Anger flared in Shota's stomach as he clenched his fists, glaring at the winged male who had just landed softly on the sidewalk. Folding his bright red wings behind his back, the winged figure scanned the crowd with his yellow eyes. "Eraserhead, it's rude of you to break my feather," the blonde said, his voice filled with anger.
Shota chuckled and shook his head gently. "It's foolish of you to think I'd let you get anywhere near Touya," he replied. "Tomura has already informed us about everything you've done, Hawks, if that's really your name. For the time being, I’m Touya's guardian, so you'd better turn around right now before things get ugly." He warned lowly.
Hawks flinched, his head bowing slightly as he tried to hide his face. Eraser noticed the male's hands trembling at his sides. "Please... I just want to make sure he's alright," the winged male pleaded. "I know I don't deserve to see him or even fight for him, but I have information that could help him regain his memories. I love him, and I can't bear the pain I caused him." He continued.
Shota studied the other man for a few seconds before letting out a sigh. He rummaged through his jacket pocket for a moment and then pulled out another set of quirk cancellation cuffs. "You will stay by my side at all times," he stated firmly. "If you attempt to harm Touya or any members of the staff in any way, I won't hesitate to throw you into custody."
Hawks took a few steps forward, bringing his wrists together and then holding them up for the other male. "Have it your way, Eraserhead..." He muttered.
Chapter 20: Chapter Twenty
Summary:
Hawks and Touya reunite...
Notes:
Holy Moly, didn't think I would get this far in this fanfic. There have been plenty of times I have thought about quitting, and so many people's comments have helped me out of that mindset, so thank you. We have officially reached the halfway mark of this project, and I would be lying if I said I didn't feel the pressure of finishing before 2026.
Anyway! We are finally getting to the plot of the story, and the next few chapters will probably be a mixture of Touya regaining his memories of his family. As well as some soft/angst with Hawks. {Maybe some smut finally...I honestly didn't mean to go this long for Dabi Hawks to officially start. T-T}
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~Hawks's P.O.V.~
Hawks followed Eraserhead at a slow pace, his yellow eyes carefully examining each classroom along the way. Anxiety bubbled in his chest as the star plush hidden in his jacket rubbed against the blonde's chest. The winged male's mind was running a hundred miles per hour with different questions and what he would actually say to Touya. The blonde's wings twitched with every sound as he shifted his wrists in the quirk cuffs, wincing slightly from their tightness. Hawks took quiet breaths, nearly bumping into the underground hero when he stopped at a double door. The blonde was about to speak, but was interrupted when one of the doors quietly squeaked open. A small head appeared from behind the door, pausing upon seeing Hawks, and their gray eyes instantly hardened. In one quick motion, the small figure exited the room. Fuyumi, the second-oldest Todoroki, stormed forward, and Hawks didn’t feel the pain in his cheek until he brought a hand up to the already bruised area. Small arms gripped the front of his shirt as black dots swirled in his vision. Hawks blinked away the blur and slowly shifted his yellow eyes downward to Fuyumi. Tears streamed down her face as she shook him vigorously, crying out, "H-How could you!? Touya-Nii trusted you!" This was the first thing that registered in Hawks's mind afterward.
Minutes passed before the ringing subsided in Hawks's ears; the blonde bit down on his lower lip until copper coated his tongue. The winged male opened his mouth, but only air came out, forcing Hawks to close his mouth quickly. He swallowed the lump in his throat before trying once more. "I know, I'm trying to fix it..." he replied lowly.
Fuyumi snorted loudly, placing a hand on her hip and rolling her eyes. "Fix it!? How are you going to fix it when you're the reason our brother doesn’t remember us?" She shouted.
Hawks mentally winced; he knew she was right. Even though the blonde wasn't present or aware of Touya's attack, he felt responsible for selling the hero out and for losing a finger. The blonde still had nightmares about that night when Touya was taken from his apartment, hearing the fire user's cries and pleas for Hawks to help him. That was probably the last time Hawks would ever see Touya as he truly was, before he slipped his mask back on and became Dabi once again. "You're right, I hurt him. I can never take that back, and I have regretted it every day since they took him from me. I can't stop having nightmares about Touya crying out for me while I just stood there, watching." He said. "But I am here to try to fix that mistake. I don't deserve Touya, but I love him. If he decides that he doesn't want me in his life, I'll leave forever. You'll never hear from me again, but I need to try, Fuyumi. Please let me see him." The blonde pleaded.
The argument must have alerted the other Todoroki siblings, because shortly afterward, Shouto and Natsuo appeared beside their sister. The siblings exchanged weary glances for a couple of minutes before Fuyumi sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose while Natsuo grinned widely, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Fine..." she whispered. "But if you hurt him, I won't hesitate to freeze your wings off and make you quirkless." She warned.
Eraserhead shifted uncomfortably on his feet, rubbing the back of his head slowly. Everything in the underground hero's gut screamed that this was a bad idea, but if Hawks had an edge to figure out this mess quicker, they had to take the chance. He just hoped Touya wouldn't react harshly to the bird's arrival; the kid was more than just his former student—he viewed the Todoroki siblings as if they were his own children. Shouta vividly remembered the stormy night when Touya had come to his classroom. The pale child was covered in burns and bruises, his bright blue eyes wide with fear. Eraserhead barely registered the small lump on the oldest child's back until Touya gently laid his youngest brother on the teacher's desk, pleading for help because he didn't know where else to turn.
Eraserhead had noticed a shift in Touya the previous week; his eyes had hardened, losing their usual wonder. It seemed that his love for heroes had died somewhere during that time. It took the teacher's heartfelt pleas to convince Touya to continue his studies. Shouta knew who to blame. The underground hero had his suspicions for years, but he faced the same dilemma as Touya. Thoughts raced through his mind: "Endeavor is a beloved hero; he couldn't possibly be a child abuser," or "We have so few heroes already; the ratings would plummet if anyone found out." Each of these phrases made Shouta feel sick. He stood up too late, crying himself to sleep as he realized that Touya Todoroki was dead. The tragedy was that he had become an older sibling forced into heroism solely to protect his younger siblings from their abuser. Taking every hit, every shove against a wall, or burn he gained from training. Every ounce of venom from everyone around him just to keep them smiling, while he himself drowned in darkness.
Shouta wasn't sure when he had walked to the medical wing of the school until he reached the viewing window. He noticed the thick layer of ice and the stalagmites on the floor that were starting to creep up the walls and ceiling. The underground hero couldn't spot Touya, which sent a spike of anxiety and fear through his chest. However, he eventually noticed the oldest sibling curled up behind the gurney, his white hair sticking out in every direction, with his head buried in his knees. Eraserhead relaxed slightly as he slowly turned his head toward the other Todoroki siblings, who were glaring at Hawks. Shouta stepped forward, pulling a small key from his pocket and unlocking the cuffs around the blonde's wrists. "You have five minutes; if anything happens before then, I'm pulling you out." He warned, earning a stiff nod from the blonde. Shouta pressed his thumb on the scanner, his black eyes slowly following as Hawks entered the darkened room.
The blonde swallowed hard, inhaling and exhaling softly as his yellow eyes scanned the dimly lit room. Eventually, he spotted the disheveled bed in the corner, and a sly smirk formed on his face as he approached. Crouching down in front of Touya, he extended a hand just inches from his head. If anyone had asked Hawks, he would have insisted he wasn't scared at that moment, but he knew that was a lie. Touya was intimidating in his own right, but Dabi was a different story altogether. The mask the eldest sibling wore sent chills down Hawks' spine, and he braced himself, expecting to either lose his wings or his life after this encounter. "Taking the nickname 'Snowflake' seriously, aren't you?" Hawks joked lightly, waiting for Touya to move or respond. When the smaller male didn’t answer him, the blonde shifted on the balls of his feet, slowly inching closer, and sat beside the ice user. "You?" He tried again.
"One reason..."
Hawks froze, his eyes burning a hole into the wall opposite him. "What?" He asked shakily.
A sound emerged from the smaller male's throat, inducing a new wave of fear in Hawks. "One reason why I shouldn't kill you right here and now," Touya reiterated sharply.
Hawks tightened his fist on his knee, biting down on his tongue as the blonde's heart thudded against his ribs. "B-Because I brought this for you," he replied hesitantly, swiftly pulling the star plush from his jacket and holding it out to the white-haired hero.
As Touya moved his head, a small wave of relief filled the blonde's chest. It was short-lived when the male stared at the dirtied plush for a long moment before glaring at the blonde. "Not good enough," he stated.
Hawks sighed, using a feather to place the plush onto the bed, leaning his head back against the wall, and staring up at the ceiling. "What happened?" He quizzed.
The blonde could see the gears turning in the man's head and could already sense the insult ready to spill from his tongue. However, when nothing came and Touya just exhaled slowly, Hawks scooted closer. "Toura tried to fix me, and his sensei took my fire and replaced it with..." Dabi extended his hand, and Hawks watched as the hero's entire arm became encased in ice. "Why are you here, Hawks? Here for more money?" Touya demanded in a low growl.
"No...I'm here for you..."
A harsh chuckle escaped Touya's lips, causing Hawks to flinch. "What if I don't want you after everything you did? You hurt me, Hawks... You were my first—" He paused, stopping himself mid-sentence as he formed a fist at his side and turned his head away.
Hawks wrapped a wig around the smaller male, earning another growl, but the blonde continued. Setting a hand on the other male's knee, "Give me another chance, Touya, and I'll show you. I know I lost your trust and need to earn it back, but I am willing to wait until then. I already have all the money I hid in my apartment ready, and we can leave tonight." He explained.
Touya quickly shoved Hawks away, pushing himself to his feet. "No." He seethed.
Hawks followed suit, and before he had time to process the thought in his mind, his mouth began to move. "Is that you talking, or is it your precious mask, Dabi?" he questioned more harshly than he intended. Regret dripped from his tongue, and the expression on Touya's face set off every alarm in his body, causing him to take a couple of steps backward.
"Be careful, Birdy. Even without my fire, I'm still a hero. I can arrest you anytime; all it takes is a snap of my fingers," Touya said calmly. However, Hawks could see the tension coiling in the smaller man's shoulders.
Desperation clawed at Hawks's stomach. The blonde could sense that the situation was deteriorating by the second; it was only a matter of time before Eraserhead pulled him out of the room, and he would never see Touya again. Hawks glanced down at the floor, his wings twitching slightly behind him. He was out of options; he would either be killed by Touya or by the gang he had sold the hero to if they discovered he was now the mole in their group. Either way, the winged male was trapped, and he only had one chance to escape. "I know who was responsible for the attack, and you lost your memories," he stated.
The tension in Touya's shoulders tightened as the white-haired male narrowed his eyes and stepped forward. "What?" he questioned.
Hawk’s hands shook violently at his sides, and blood rushed to his ears, muffling the sounds around them. The blonde opened his mouth, feeling the moisture leave his tongue, forcing him to close it quickly. Hawk fought the urge to squeak when Touya took another step forward, gripping the front of his shirt tightly. "Your memories," Hawks explained. "That attack on the city months ago was all planned. You weren’t supposed to survive, Dabs; you were meant to die in that attack."
In the blink of an eye, Hawks was slammed against the wall behind them, the ice shattering from the impact and embedded into the blonde's wings. The air in the blonde's lungs was sapped out as Touya dug his arm into Hawks's throat roughly, causing the blonde to wheeze. The winged male's eyes widened as the white-haired male brought a hand up, a large ice spike forming from the palm of his hand, gently digging into the male's throat. Blood oozed from the Hawk's neck, disappearing down his shirt as the male's vision blurred. The blonde could hear shouting from behind them and suspected it was Touya's siblings trying to calm him down or trying to break into the room to pry their brother off of Hawks. "Who?" Touya demanded, the male's hot breath against Hawks's neck sending shivers down his spine.
The ice surrounding Hawk’s back began to reform around his wings, freezing his lower feathers. Pain shot through the blonde's lower back as a whimper escaped his throat. "T-Tou, please..." the blonde begged, tears welling in the corners of his eyes.
The white-haired man snarled loudly, pressing the ice further into Hawks's throat. "Who!" he shouted.
"Endeavor!"
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