Touya, or better known as Dabi, liked stimming a lot. Whether it was stomping his foot, moving his hand around, or fidgeting with something, he enjoyed it. He didn’t realize until he was a villain that he had autism, which didn’t make much sense to him. He thought back a bunch, from when he was a child. He was more upset as a child when things didn’t go his way, not to mention how hard it was after being abandoned. It still didn’t make much since, but he was fine living with that..

After the war, Touya was held in a mental facility where his family visited almost everyday. He actually felt sorry for his actions- but not all. One day, he was sitting in a nice courtyard at the facility where if the patients were doing well, they could hang out together. It had been a while since he had been outside, but the nice warm air mixed with the flowers around him felt nice. He watched a few other patients, either talking together or doing their own things. Touya looked down at a small flower in his hand, rubbing the petal between his fingers as his foot stopped a little. He saw that there was a shadow standing in front of him and he looked up, seeing another patient in the same gown he had to wear. Touya cleared his throat and looked over their frame.

“Hello- can I help you..?”