He knows there's someone outside his room. It's been two days since the incident. Since the fires ripped out and his body had paid the price. The bandages around him hid away the ugly truth beneath the white gauze, though he'd already heard the details after waking up from the treatment. Burns. So many of them. Scorched his skin, second and third degree, damaged or destroyed nerve ends, scarring assured, no idea about skin grafts yet. Heavily medicated with morphine and painkillers so he could exist in this floating numbness that left him feeling strange, cold, alone, and tired.
Somehow he'd remained alive despite all of that. Not sure what, but deep inside his chest, he could take a fucking guess. It throbbed in him, this pulsating black fire that burned and roiled on itself with hatred and rage towards everything. All because Endeavor stuck him in here. All because he was built up to be the best, but just because others decided he was a failure, he was tossed aside. His father ignored him, abandoned him, didn't even take him back home. The doctors here simply wanted to make some damn weapon out of him. He actually saw his youngest brother one time through the glass in the door, stunned that his father had the gall to replace him! Because of that bastard, because of the heroes, all of this happened! You will. You can't. Harder. Hotter. Stop it. Give up. Everyone. Nobody. Everything. Nothing. Endeavor-!
Look at me.
They said Hawks had left. That he had more important things to do than hang around a weight. The man had the promise to become one of the top Pro Heroes in the entire country. He couldn't be endangered sitting around a broken vessel of fire. He couldn't be bothered wasting his time around someone who wouldn't amount to anything. Useless as a hero. And now, broken and burned, useless even as a weapon, they said. Burned out. Damaged. Unhinged. Unstable. Destroyed. They said. They said. All of them saying. Ever since the start, it was always someone else saying for him. Never letting him say anything! He hated them, all their stupid mouths, all their stupid words! They didn't know anything! They didn't know what he could do! Shut them up. Shut them all up! Show them everything they ever said was the worst truth possible! Follow it until the entire thing gutted itself and inverted into a dream turned nightmare! This entire god damn hero society with all their smiling faces and fucking lip service! Wants to wreck it. Wants to break it. Wants to- Wants To-!
Burn it all down.
Somewhere in there, he hears that voice, feels a familiar warmth. Keigo... Keigo came back. As if pushing aside the curtain of flames, he could see out once more, looking at the young man who'd come to mean more to him than almost anything else in the world. Golden eyes. That wavy blonde hair. Red wings. His face Touya had woken up to many mornings and fallen asleep beside so many nights. He can tell Keigo's hurt, the bandages on his neck and other places showing up easily enough. But he's back... Despite what they said, Keigo came back.
No words beyond that before the blonde boy moves forward and gets into his space. Muscle memory moves his arms without regarding the damage, lifting the limb as Keigo gets under it. Arms wind around his torso, pushing against the medicine-slathered gauze that keeps Touya from passing out from the agony that surely would've been there with his friend hugging his injured torso. Same with the face in his neck, the scent of that heavy-drugged salve wafting over Keigo's face and still unable to completely hide the scent of burnt flesh. A leg over him as well, as his friend more or less crawls into his lap. Some nurse might ask Keigo if he's gone fucking mad, climbing onto someone with severe burns all over, but there's no nurse there.
"I don't wanna be here anymore..." His words come through his bandaged face, tired eyes gazing at the floor over Keigo's back. Head dipped and resting against his friend. No strength to move his arms much beyond this. Registering the winged trainee's weight on his legs and torso and neck. "I killed him..." The man who told him Hawks left. The man who had focused on training the rejected son of Endeavor in a weapon. "And I liked it." That part deepens, turquoise eyes narrowing at nothing. Yet Touya's voice drips with something different, a certain callous malice that coats his tongue and ignites a quiet flame in his eyes. "Just kindling for my flames."
It's the other words that come next that seem to snap Dabi out of his thoughts, eyes widening a bit from mild surprise. Never going to leave... Be with you... Promise promise. For all the fire inside, there's apparently still some water left. Fingers grab onto Keigo's shirt, fisting the base of it as he holds on. Holds his friend close as those years of frustration and sadness, the sorrow he felt from the idea of Keigo leaving, built up all over again and spilled out. It hurts, his shoulders shake from the exertion, but he holds him close. Holds that promise close. He'd missed him so much, the boy he grew up with. The idea he'd never see him again, couldn't be with him anymore... Shivering breaths tumble out of his mouth.
Soft 'plap' 'plap' 'plap' noises coming out as his tears fall on Keigo's shirt. Red and sticky. No, there's no more water. Just blood. Tear ducts having burnt up in the flames.
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Date: 3/31/22 21:36 (UTC)Somehow he'd remained alive despite all of that. Not sure what, but deep inside his chest, he could take a fucking guess. It throbbed in him, this pulsating black fire that burned and roiled on itself with hatred and rage towards everything. All because Endeavor stuck him in here. All because he was built up to be the best, but just because others decided he was a failure, he was tossed aside. His father ignored him, abandoned him, didn't even take him back home. The doctors here simply wanted to make some damn weapon out of him. He actually saw his youngest brother one time through the glass in the door, stunned that his father had the gall to replace him! Because of that bastard, because of the heroes, all of this happened! You will. You can't. Harder. Hotter. Stop it. Give up. Everyone. Nobody. Everything. Nothing. Endeavor-!
Look at me.
They said Hawks had left. That he had more important things to do than hang around a weight. The man had the promise to become one of the top Pro Heroes in the entire country. He couldn't be endangered sitting around a broken vessel of fire. He couldn't be bothered wasting his time around someone who wouldn't amount to anything. Useless as a hero. And now, broken and burned, useless even as a weapon, they said. Burned out. Damaged. Unhinged. Unstable. Destroyed. They said. They said. All of them saying. Ever since the start, it was always someone else saying for him. Never letting him say anything! He hated them, all their stupid mouths, all their stupid words! They didn't know anything! They didn't know what he could do! Shut them up. Shut them all up! Show them everything they ever said was the worst truth possible! Follow it until the entire thing gutted itself and inverted into a dream turned nightmare! This entire god damn hero society with all their smiling faces and fucking lip service! Wants to wreck it. Wants to break it. Wants to- Wants To-!
Burn it all down.
Somewhere in there, he hears that voice, feels a familiar warmth. Keigo... Keigo came back. As if pushing aside the curtain of flames, he could see out once more, looking at the young man who'd come to mean more to him than almost anything else in the world. Golden eyes. That wavy blonde hair. Red wings. His face Touya had woken up to many mornings and fallen asleep beside so many nights. He can tell Keigo's hurt, the bandages on his neck and other places showing up easily enough. But he's back... Despite what they said, Keigo came back.
No words beyond that before the blonde boy moves forward and gets into his space. Muscle memory moves his arms without regarding the damage, lifting the limb as Keigo gets under it. Arms wind around his torso, pushing against the medicine-slathered gauze that keeps Touya from passing out from the agony that surely would've been there with his friend hugging his injured torso. Same with the face in his neck, the scent of that heavy-drugged salve wafting over Keigo's face and still unable to completely hide the scent of burnt flesh. A leg over him as well, as his friend more or less crawls into his lap. Some nurse might ask Keigo if he's gone fucking mad, climbing onto someone with severe burns all over, but there's no nurse there.
"I don't wanna be here anymore..." His words come through his bandaged face, tired eyes gazing at the floor over Keigo's back. Head dipped and resting against his friend. No strength to move his arms much beyond this. Registering the winged trainee's weight on his legs and torso and neck. "I killed him..." The man who told him Hawks left. The man who had focused on training the rejected son of Endeavor in a weapon. "And I liked it." That part deepens, turquoise eyes narrowing at nothing. Yet Touya's voice drips with something different, a certain callous malice that coats his tongue and ignites a quiet flame in his eyes. "Just kindling for my flames."
It's the other words that come next that seem to snap Dabi out of his thoughts, eyes widening a bit from mild surprise. Never going to leave... Be with you... Promise promise. For all the fire inside, there's apparently still some water left. Fingers grab onto Keigo's shirt, fisting the base of it as he holds on. Holds his friend close as those years of frustration and sadness, the sorrow he felt from the idea of Keigo leaving, built up all over again and spilled out. It hurts, his shoulders shake from the exertion, but he holds him close. Holds that promise close. He'd missed him so much, the boy he grew up with. The idea he'd never see him again, couldn't be with him anymore... Shivering breaths tumble out of his mouth.
Soft 'plap' 'plap' 'plap' noises coming out as his tears fall on Keigo's shirt. Red and sticky. No, there's no more water. Just blood. Tear ducts having burnt up in the flames.