#(dabi's fault)

[urcrowley]

Hey guys, I’m alive 😼

[moodyvoid]

Compress x Rei has spread to the point of people asking me if I know about it and like…

Yeah, perhaps I’ve heard of it 👀

[s0fter-sin]

i have an old wip of aizawa secretly bringing in someone with an illusion quirk and putting 1-A in groups of two and running a training course with them and making them think something’s gone wrong and they have to watch it kill him so he can prepare them for not only seeing someone die in the field but it also being their fault… i wish i could finish that

[dabislittlemouse]

I just know I’m ovulating when I wake up and suddenly have the intense urge for Dabi to impregnate me and fantasise of being round with his baby. And I even hate pregnancy.

[writermask-0807]

todoroki touya (dabi) x reader “[3:07 a.m.]”

warnings: swearing, angst with no happy ending (i think?? m not sure 🫠) this is like a. vent, ig, haha. also probably shitty cus it's stupid and unedited and like. three in the morning.

[3:07 a.m.]

when dabi finally slips into your room, reeking of burnt flesh and ash and ruin, you’re already fast asleep,

(the shape of you heart-wrenchingly small under the thick covers, as if you were trying to protect yourself from- his heart clenches. from him.)

but that’s just as well, or so dabi thinks. the hour is ungodly, and he comes home late - later than late, actually, late enough that it’s early. late enough that you probably thought he wasn’t coming home at all, and who could blame you?

dabi is a man that commits arson and felonies on tuesday evenings and grins at the rising smoke and flames. he’s a man that burns to the touch, if he lets you in close enough - an icarus with melting wax wings, forever falling under the sun because some shitty feathers and a twisted ambition isn’t enough to keep him from burning.

but the thing with you is that you don’t mind the smoke or the ash - even if it means you’ll burn from tending to fire.

because you’re selfless and kind like that - you’ve always been, you with your soft healing hands gentle upon his skin (as if you think he’s actually a thing worthy of such redeeming softness, like he’s actually, really good) and your tender, open smiles and your stupid endless patience that never seems to run out even when he doesn’t come home for days, and when he finally does come, it’s to end up shitfaced and bleeding all over your couch, stealing the change on your counter or running hot when you beg him to stay, and -

dabi doesn’t deserve you, not when he hurts you as much as he loves you. but love has made him selfish - if not a little cruel.

but tonight, he promises, is the last.

the moonlight makes soft of your peaceful, sleeping face, and you’re so achingly beautiful like this, no furrow to your brow or wobbling curve of your mouth.

mindlessly, one of his hands drifts up to trace over the plump of your cheek, the bridge of your nose and then your jaw, stroking softly.

his breath trembles.

there are shadows under your eyes, dried tears on your cheeks. all because of him. what else does he need to see to know that this is what he does to you? that this is why he needs to leave?

for a world-muffling second, there is only the slow rise and fall of your chest, the soft lull of your breathing. the cadence of your heartbeat slow and sleepy as it beats against his own chest, thump thump thumping with your every breath.

and dabi lets his hand fall away, makes to stand up. he loves you, but you’re better off without him. this is for your own good, this is for his own good–

your eyes blink open in the darkness, tired and dark and mournful as you peer up at him through the shadows, your pinkie slowly, unflinchingly curling around his.

“stay,” you murmur, and he can hear the hoarse exhaustion in your voice.

“stay. please.” you whisper again, and dabi doesn’t have the heart to say no.

he slips back under the covers, lets you grip his hand tightly like you’re afraid he’ll disappear again, because it’s not entirely false. kisses your forehead, your cheeks, your fluttering eyelids. your trembling mouth.

“i love you, dabi.” you murmur, eyes fluttering shut again.

“love you too.” he tells you, guiltily waiting for when you’ll fall asleep again.

FIN-

[itsnothingofinterest]

Man, I still find it weird when people say Toga, and to a lesser extent most of the rest of the League, is 'self-destructive' like that makes them different from the rest of the cast. I mean Dabi's definitely self-destructive, that's his whole plan, and a case could maybe be made for Tomura; but prior to Ochako accidentally (but romantically) driving her to suicide, how was Toga fighting for her life and to change society no matter who gets in her way, much different from all the heroes putting their life on the line to fight terrorists to the bitter end and bringing along high schoolers for the ride, with regards to her own safety or disregard thereof?

Maybe it's just easy to look past in a shonen manga; but risking your life against at-times unfavourable odds to shape/keep the world the way you want is kind of par for the course for every major character in this series that isn't a civilian.

This also goes for claims the the League is unhealthy for Toga like the pros' treat the hero kids much better. I saw the League's use of her on the front-lines recently compared unfavourably to the heroes use of the UA students based on protections they provide to the students but like; what protections are these that are not granted to Toga? Equipment and support items? can't be that, Toga got those from Giran & later Skeptic. Not to mention Dabi gifting her the safety net of a 30 minute Parade. Adults looking out for her on the field? The League tried to provide that, haven't willingly left her alone since Kamino; but the heroes separated everyone and made Toga fight one-on-way-too-many.

Toga didn't even want to be here really, the whole reason she wants to change the world is because she wants to stop running for her life; this is also a part of why she donated all her blood to Ochako when she lost. And in this arc in particular, Toga's only in this war facing those bad odds because she got warped in by AFO (and it feels wrong to lump his treatment of her in with how the League treats her for probably obvious reasons). Maybe the League would've still sent her to the front if they had a choice; but then again, her PLF position is in intelligence.

Compare all that to Jirou; who decided, or at least consented after being told to, fight AFO and got a limb mutilated for it. Or Bakugou; who made a similar decision and got his heart blown up fighting a different AFO. Oh but at least he had back-up for that fight, which Deku has decided he doesn't need for Tomura. All of which happened because Class 1A all decided fighting deadly terrorists hand-to-hand was the career they wanted to pursue, the thing they want to do everyday, and the adults in their lives decided they should get a head start on that in their 1st year of high school.

How exactly is Toga more self-destructive than any of those lunatics, especially when she at least wants her personal fights to someday stop sooner than later?

[herostoried]

it's time for meri obsesses over time travel concepts for mha hours.......... yet again lol. has anyone written a fic where shouto, ochako and izuku go back in time to save their respective villains yet?? i know it's a simple concept but i would enjoy it SO much tbh! if it's unrealistic that they'd risk everyone's future by going back, then make it so they didn't have a choice but to go back for whatever reason... idk. i just want my mha fix-its so bad ;~;

[plusultraetc]

why is it always either a 'giving the writer an existential crisis' au or a 'helping the writer process an existential crisis' au

[inkykeiji]

Does it ever feel like you're cheating on Dabi whenever one of your other men seizes the wheels of the hyperfixation, or is that just me? Like I've been currently fixated on something else, and my main hyperfixation came back with a vengeance, and he is PISSED at me 🤣

YES LMAOOO omg yes!!! always!! to the point where i sometimes feel guilty for having a new fixation!! every time i’m thinking about a character who isn’t dabi i always visualize him pouting n sulking in a corner of my skull HAHAHA

aaah right!? he always comes back to me with a certain type of voracity, too, like i’m suddenly totally insatiable for him. and he always comes back.

[bleach-your-panties]

Ok but listen-

girls be like “he’s my baby” and it’s literally a grown man who's commit several felonies

[cosybunny]

Me, sitting at my desk: This time. This time, for sure. I'm going to take it easy.

The 3.4k words that have manifested into the More Human Than Human draft: sup.

Me: INCOMPREHENSIBLE SCREAMING

[chronosbled]

ONE LAST ONE. If they had a kid meme for kiwa and dabi >:)

send me a ship and I’ll tell you their:

Name: Toyo Todoroki

Gender: Male

General Appearance: Toyo, much like his father, was born with crimson hair, but turned white over time due to the fact he possesses a mixture of his grandfather and grandmother's quirks (somewhat like Shouto). He has a combination of his father's turquoise eyes (the actual irises) and his mother mint green eyes (the outer rim of his irises), a feature that many believe looks beautiful together. Additionally, he has a beauty mark located underneath his right eye, meanwhile the left side of his face and neck are wrapped with bandages due to an after effect of overusing his quirk (much like how Touya/Dabi burns himself with his fire, Toyo gives himself a mixture of a fire and ice burn that Touya/Dabi refers to simply a freezer burn) and has since caused his left eye to glaze over in a cold frost.

Personality: Toyo is a very kind and compassionate individual just like his mother and has no problem making conversation with those around him, though the only problem lies within who his father is (thus making most people steer clear of him) and the fact he has bandages covering a majority of his face (often causing others to think he has something wrong with him). Despite this though, many believe Toyo to be beautiful in appearance and his eye is often the key source of all his praise amongst others. Toyo is also a charmer at heart and can woo others with great ease, possessing his mother's shameless flirtation and his father's inability to be flustered, thus making him a dangerous person to try and toy with when it comes to seeking out a partner.

Special Talents: Toyo's quirk. Much like his uncle Shouto, Toyo has a combination of both fire and ice, though it manifested in a different way than Shouto's. While Shouto can use an even amount of both fire and ice, Toyo can mainly use his ice ability over his fire ability due to the fact he manifested a bit more of his grandmother's genetics than his grandfather's. Yet Toyo is not quite as skilled as Shouto is when it comes to evenly using his quirk, this is evident with the overuse of his ice quirk that has caused areas of his skin (and left eye) to freeze over in a frostbite-like manner. Despite this, Toyo's quirk still doesn't have a name and is often referred to in the same manner as Shouto's half-hot half-cold quirk, but swapped to half-cold half-hot instead due to his ice being stronger than his blueflame.

Who they like better: Truthfully, Toyo loves both his parents equally and could never make a choice between the two, even if his father seems a little bit more distant from him than his mother does (though he doesn't do so intentionally).

Who they take after more: Toyo is a combination of both his father and his mother. So he would like to think that there's an equal amount of both of them in his personality, but most people tend to say he's more like Touya/Dabi than he likes to admit.

Personal Headcanon: Toyo, despite being an only child, often likes to pretend that his cousins are his siblings due to the fact that he grows lonely fairly easy when his parents aren't around. While growing up as a child, Toyo often asked his father if he would receive a sibling some time soon to which Touya/Dabi always responded with a firm no. This is due to the fact Toyo was an accidentally conceived child during a drunken night between his father and mother.

Face Claim: Dark Natsume

[aajjks]

warnings: éxplïcït cöntènt, yândèrè, dèspèrátè mèn, h-rny crázèd mèn, másöchïstïc mèn, 18+ cöntènt, nèèdy mèn.

yandere men who get so horny by everything to do, like when you are breathing? They’ll get horny, it’s foolish and embarrassing, how hard they get that it fucking hurts when you are chewing a mere bubblegum? They can’t help but watch with lust filled needy eyes as you continue to eat- imagining and wishing that its their cock in your mouth or- how horny they get when they see you chugging down water? Something is so erotic about your thirst as you drink the water- it drips down your chin innocently but fuck- it gets them aching.

“Oh shit- yn- I-I need you so bad baby. Please let me have you- been aching so hard for you-jerking off doesn’t help- I need you so fucking bad. And it’s your fucking fault as well.”

IZUKU, dabi, yuuta, GOJO, geto, EREN, konig, BAKUGOU, toji

[kelin-is-writing]

HAAAAAAAANG ON!

Touya’s heart rate isn’t the only heart rate spiking up like— I’M FEELING SO UNWELL BECAUSE YO????? HE— HE IS FALLING FOR US SO ADORABLY?????? I LOVE THIS MAN SO MUCH HELLO???????

004. CARNATIONS

"Oh my."

You squint at the paper in your hands and try to decipher the words Touya had written on them with a wince. The letters were jumbled up—some of them didn't even resemble anything in the alphabet. The majority of the words you were able to understand were spelt wrong, and the proportion from one letter to the next was horrific.

"We'll work on your writing skills later this week, alright? But I'm proud you could get this much down! " You say with a smile as Touya snorts

"There's only one word I know I spelt right." He smirks, proudly pointing a finger to a sentence you'd missed towards the bottom of the page

Y/n L/n is beyutiful.

You laugh quietly as his smirk quickly transforms into a scowl. His poor attempt at flirting didn't really seem to work if you were laughing at him.

"Are you talking about how you wrote my name correctly? Because its spelling is clearly displayed on my name tag, Touya."

You can only laugh more at his grimace, folding the written paper in half before tucking it into his file folder to go over later.

"And thank you I suppose. Oh, I just wanted to let you know I won't be able to go on our walk today, Touya. I have a meeting with my supervisor. Would you like me to find another doctor for you to—"

"No. And what's the meeting about?"

You shake your head softly at his defiance before smiling

"You. You are my only patient, after all."

He smiles a little bit at those words.

The conversation slowly drifted to Touya giving you small snippets of the skills he had to learn after waking up all those years ago. By the end of the conversation though, his mood had fallen quite a bit. He didn't like talking about his past. The words were bitter on his tongue, but he forced them out for you. He wanted you to understand him—he needed you to.

"I couldn't understand what happened to me. I had so much shit going for me... so much potential. Then I went and fucked it all up. You know, I blamed him for how I turned out, but I think I was messed up from the start. Can't blame that piece of shit if I was born like this. Defected. " He mutters, his eyes hard as his nails dig into his palm.

Defected. He swears under his breath when he sees the blood trickling down his arm from clenching his fist too tightly. His gaze moves towards you when he feels your fingers press a soft cloth to his hand to soak up the blood. You clear your throat before speaking

"You're no defect." You start firmly

"No one is. You had these terrible expectations set for you when you were so young. You can't possibly blame yourself for what happened! So many young children struggle with their quirk, and you weren't fortunate enough to get the help you deserved. That is not your fault—"

"But I could've been better. If I worked hard enough. Fuck, it might have all been my fault from the start!" He laughs hoarsely, and his eyes have a crazed look in them as he actually considers the possibility

"But—"

"Maybe if I had just—"

"Touya!"

Your voice is strained. You're trying so hard not to let him hear the tremble in your voice, but the way his shoulders slump lets you know he had caught it. He looks away, his lips set in a firm line as his eyes harden

"I don't want to talk about this." He mutters. Every muscle in his body was tense as a feeling of unease settled over him.

"I'm sorry. It's my fault. I'm being too pushy about this." You sigh, frowning as you lean back in your seat. You were his doctor, you can't be the one having an emotional crisis! You were meant to be his emotional support, and the guilt you feel gnaws at you like a parasite.

He lets out a long sigh, shifting on the bed uncomfortably as you take a deep breath

"Okay—alright, we can talk about something else. Is there anything besides this on your mind? Maybe we could—"

"Can I be alone for a bit? Can you, just, leave?"

The look on your face is like a slap to his face. He bites his tongue from saying anything he'd regret as your eyes fill with a mix of something between sadness and disappointment.

"Yes—yes of course. Uhm, would you still like to eat dinner together tonight?"

"I just need some time alone. My head hurts. It's my fault, it's never yours. Just... yeah, yeah you can come later." He mumbles, avoiding your gaze as his guilt finally hits him

"...Okay."

Your whisper is the last thing he hears before the door to his room clicks close, and when he lifts his head from his palms—the room is empty.

Touya doesn't know if he'll ever be able to face his family again.

He thought he couldn't feel anything anymore. The pain he'd once felt was immeasurable, something uncontainable to the point where he'd grown numb and accustomed to it. But now he felt all sorts of things he didn't understand. You made him feel again. He wasn't sure if he should curse you out or thank you for it.

Your long awaited return came after almost two hours, his dinner tray in hand as you carefully placed the steaming rice bowl in front of him. You stand beside his bed with an awkward smile, your hands behind your back as you speak a quiet hi.

He tugs on your sleeve, pulling you down so you were seated on your chair. A quiet squeak leaves the back of your throat when he tucks a single hand under your thigh, dragging your chair closer to him easily with little effort. Your eyes are wide from the new proximity as he turns back to his food, acting like nothing had happened.

You're speechless for a moment, swallowing the lump in your throat as he begins his dinner. He points to your bowl with his chopsticks, gently nudging it towards you

"You hungry?"

He had broken the ice so easily—and you both fell back into your usual routine. An unspoken 'it's ok' was what he'd said as he handed you your bowl. You blow on the hot rice with a small smile as he begins questioning you about your meeting, asking whether or not you said good things about him.

You shouldn't like this so much.

Your chin is resting on your knees, you laugh as Touya tells you tales about the League. They were a unique group—but knowing Touya wasn't completely alone during his time as "Dabi" makes your heart feel a little lighter.

He speaks about the League as if they were still here. Fondly.

Your eyes catch onto the clock on his bedside, the block letters on them reading 11:32 PM. Your time with him had passed faster than you wished—and he watches you stretch before you stand

"Time for you to turn in for the night, mister." You smile with a yawn. He frowns a bit as he glances at the clock, watching you reach over and grab the empty bowls from dinner.

"I'll take this down to the kitchen. You wash up while I'm gone, all right?" You smile, holding the tray in your hands as Touya nods slowly, not giving you a verbal response.

When the door closes, he gets off the bed with a quiet sigh. Even after splashing his face with freezing water—his heart still hurts.

You were making him feel a little too much.

His mind keeps trailing back to your soft giggles and the way your professional face falls with the stupidly silly stories he tells you of the League.

He wonders if they'd be happy for him.

Touya hears your approaching footsteps as he's exiting the bathroom, and quickly opens the main room door for you.

You look surprised when the door opens before you can even get your keys out. You have to crane your head up a bit to meet his eyes—which are watching you intently.

Sometimes you forget how Touya's much taller than you are. He's usually at eye level with you when he's sitting in the hospital bed—but as he stands in front of the open door, your lips part a bit from the way he looms over you.

He silently moves over a bit to give you space to enter before closing the door behind you. You send him a small smile before tilting your head towards his bed

"I'll check your heart rate before I leave tonight. That's ok with you, right?"

Your eyes are pretty. Touya thinks if he ever has a staring competition with you, he'd win for sure. He likes staring at you especially when you're unaware. There's something about just knowing you exist that calms him. He likes seeing you smile, he likes hearing you talk—he especially loves that you seem to enjoy his company. He didn't think of himself as someone enjoyable to be around, but he feels wanted around you.

Touya's never felt wanted before. You were so refreshing to simply be around—he'd be perfectly content with living the rest of his life with only you. He didn't need or want anyone else.

"Yeah. That's fine with me."

Touya waits for you on the edge of his bed, his eyes trailing on you quietly as you wrap a stethoscope around your neck. The cold metal is pressed against his chest, and he realizes you've never been this close to him before.

"Touya, your heartbeat is a little faster than it should be." You frown, leaning in closer as he stays absolutely silent—he's been holding his breath since the moment you pressed the stethoscope to his skin

He's staring at you, and his heart only beats faster when you turn to meet his gaze.

No. Your eyes are beautiful.

He abruptly flicks off the lamp on his bedside table, which was the only source of light in the dark room before immediately laying himself down on the bed—his heart was pounding now.

"I'm fine."

He can already imagine your lips forming that adorable 'O' you make when you're startled, and he rests his forearm against his eyes before letting out a steadying breath.

"Oh! Well, are you sure Touya? Your vitals this morning were fine, so—"

"Y/n."

Your silence, for once, was a welcomed thing. His face was burning—every fiber of his being was. He didn't think he'd be able to go another second listening to your wonderful voice utter another damned word.

You whisper a quiet goodnight before leaving.

He stares up at the ceiling, the glowing stars almost mocking him as he sighs

"Goodnight."

You've already left the room, but he whispers the word anyway.

CARNATIONS MASTERLIST.

a/n~ i was listening to taylor swift on repeat while writing this... safe to say she is my fuel when it comes to writing for carnations heh. AND WOWW SO MANY ON THE TAGLIST?! u guys are now my children i've chosen to adopt you all 👹👹👹

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[reveusism]

warning suggestive. multi character; list at the bottom

“it’s almost like you want the whole building to hear you.”

his voice was low and smooth as he spoke, eyes barely flicking up to meet yours and place a subtle emphasis on his words. they were darkened, pupils widening and enveloping his irises in inky black as they raked over your form.

he had parted your thighs, knees pressing into the bed as he settled between them. the both of you were still entirely clothed save for your shirt, pushed up just enough to reveal the smooth expanse of skin on your abdomen. despite the layers of fabric separating you, every shudder and shift was so prominent to the both of you that you couldn’t even tell who it had come from. his palm smoothed out over your skin, the other pressing around the dip of your knee and keeping you welcoming him with open arms legs.

he had not even touched you—not properly—and yet you felt fucking wrecked. your chest was rising and falling in presto, mouth falling open as you whined on about how pathetically you needed him. “I just- please, y’keep teasing me- I-“ a pant.

now, what he did next was not entirely in his control. it was not his fault. he would usually not be so bold in his actions, even in moments such as this. but his mind was hazy with the barely concealed need he felt, entirely detached from his motor system. perhaps it was instinct, the way his eyes zeroed in on your lips that were parted so invitingly, and the way two of his digits reached up to dip between them. his fingers prodded past the plush opening to your mouth before pressing down on your tongue, muffling any keens or protests you were even considering saying next.

a muffled whine erupted from your throat, eyes widening to saucer shapes. your lashes fluttered as you blinked at him, almost as if you were perplexed by the thought that he could silence you so simply; nothing but a push of the finger. the pads of his index and middle were soft against the muscle they resided on—gentle and yet entirely effective. a shuddering breath left him at the way you fell silent. the submission made something in his mind cry out in glory (and something in his pants strain further than it already was).

“yeah,” he rasped. “you don’t listen, suppose you forget i’ve been choosing to give you a choice.”

you let out something that was supposed to be a whimper. he had to hide the curl of his lips by leaning in and letting his breath fan out over your face, too close for you to assess what he did not want you to see, for you to notice the power you really had over him despite the way he held reign over you.

“so you’re gonna do what I tell you, got it? be good and you can get a word or two in.”

♡ hayakawa aki geto suguru sukuna ryomen levi ackerman (season four) eren jaeger dabi (todoroki touya) bakugou katsuki chrollo lucilfer kaiser michael itoshi sae iwaizumi hajime matsukawa issei tsukishima kei ♡

[plushieni]

i know ill find you one day

based off of this song

touya todoroki, your beloved childhood best friend, had passed away when you were just eleven. or at least, that’s what you were told. when the incident happened,, when he was assumed dead — you were devastated. he wasn’t just your best friend; he was your partner in crime, your safe place, and most importantly, your first love.

his loss changed everything. in the aftermath, you grew closer to the todoroki family. his mother welcomed you with open arms, holding you through nights when grief crawled into your chest and made it hard to breathe. she understood your pain in a way no one else could. you missed him deeply.

when you and touya first met, he’d confided in you, shared things he hadn’t even told his siblings. the bond had been instant — two broken kids finding comfort in each other’s company. you tried your best to understand the pain his father put him through, even if it was too big for either of you to make sense of. you made it your mission to bring joy into his life, even if just in little pieces. you wanted to remind him what being a kid was supposed to feel like.

but looking back, you both were doomed from the start.

so when it was reported that dabi — the infamous member of the league of villains — was actually touya todoroki... your touya todoroki… the world around you tilted.

you cried. a lot.

some tears were born from grief, others from joy, and many from sheer disbelief. it felt unreal, like someone had ripped open a wound you’d spent years trying to stitch shut.

anxiety coursed through your veins.

was it really him? was he still the same boy you had loved? did he even remember you? what if he was nothing like the touya you knew?

those thoughts haunted you for weeks. it wasn’t until recently that you learned he’d been placed in a rehab facility — something about endeavor pulling strings to lessen his punishment. trying to save his appearance.

truthfully, touya had never stopped thinking about you either. through the years, your memory followed him like a ghost. sometimes soft. sometimes aching. but always there.

he wondered about you often.

did you hate him? had you moved on? what if you didn’t recognize him — what if all you saw now was the monster he became?

but the moment he was cleared and able to return home, the first thing he asked about was you.

when you got the news he was home, you waited. longer than you wanted to. fear kept you stuck in place. anticipation and doubt battled inside your chest every time you thought about seeing him again.

when you finally did, it was nothing short of bittersweet.

his eyes met yours, and they still held that same quiet intensity—the same storm you used to see in them as kids. you ran to him before your mind could catch up, and he immediately melted into you, arms wrapping around your frame like he needed to make sure you were real.

he whispered over and over, “m’ sorry,” and “missed you s’ much,” voice cracking with every word.

it didn’t feel real. and yet, it felt like coming home.

the two of you talked for hours, and it was like no time had passed at all.

of course, the elephant in the room remained — he had become a villain. he had done things you couldn’t ignore. and he feared you'd look at him differently, that you'd be repulsed. but you couldn’t hate him. not even if you tried.

you weren’t going to pretend nothing had happened, but you also weren’t going to hold his past against him. you knew his trauma ran deep, that the pain that turned him into dabi was never his fault to begin with.

all you wanted now was to show him he was still the boy you loved.

you started coming around every day. on some nights, you stayed over — afraid that if you left, you might lose him all over again. he was still hesitant, still unable to believe someone could love him after everything.

but you were patient.

because underneath the pain, the scars, the fire and ash, he was still touya. still your touya.

one night, as you laid beside him, tracing the burns on his arm with the tips of your fingers, he whispered something so soft you almost missed it.

“when i left... i didn’t know where i was going. i didn’t know who i was gonna become. but even back then... i told myself, i know i’ll find you one day. and here you are.”

you blinked back tears and pressed your forehead to his —looking at him like he never stopped being yours.

it wasn’t perfect. there were still doubts. still moments of silence that stretched too long. still nightmares he didn’t talk about and questions you didn’t always ask.

but now that you finally made your way back to each other, you both knew — you were going to be okay.

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