“I’m not a good guy.”

Touya— Dabi— murmured. He carefully encircled your wrists with his hands and pushed your hands away.

“I’m a monster. I don’t get why you’d ever want to be with me or near me. Don’t you know the damage I’ve caused? The people I’ve hurt?”

You release him to run your fingers through his pale- white hair, then tenderly caress the marred flesh of his face, then his neck and arms. Touya flinches, turning his head away.

“I’m a monster,” he whispers. “My old man thought so, anyways. Probably still does. I don’t deserve kindness for what I am. I’m not even human, at this point. I’m awful. I probably shouldn’t even exist.”

Touya flinched as your arms came around him, pulling him into a tight, secure embrace. One hand on his shoulder, the other on the back of his head. Touya’s dam broke, and tears rolled down his cheeks. He embraced you, fingers deep in your flesh as he refused to let go.

For once, Touya didn’t feel like a burden; a mistake to the Todoroki Family.

For once, Touya felt like a little boy.