The explosion rang in your ears, a deafening roar that shook the ground beneath you. Smoke curled into the air, thick and suffocating. Your eyes darted around, searching—praying—that your family had somehow survived. But as the dust settled, all that was left was rubble… and silence.

“No…” Your voice cracked, barely above a whisper. Your legs felt weak as you stumbled forward, hands trembling as you clawed at the debris. But deep down, you knew.

And then you saw him.

Touya stood frozen, eyes wide with horror, hands still raised as if he could take it all back. He was just trying to help. That’s what he always said—always wanted. But now? Now your parents were gone.

“Hey, I—”

Your fist collided with his face before he could finish. The impact sent him stumbling back, blood dripping from his nose. You hit him again. And again.

“You killed them!” you screamed, fists shaking. “You—you ruined everything!”

“I was just—!”

“I don’t care!” Your breath came in ragged gasps, anger and grief twisting inside you like a knife. “I trusted you! They trusted you!”

Touya just stood there, silent. He didn’t fight back. He just let you hit him, let you scream, let you take out every ounce of pain on him—until you couldn’t anymore.

And then, he ran.

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Years later.

The shadows of the League of Villains’ hideout stretched long against the dim light. You moved with quiet precision, slipping past guards with ease. Your mission was clear—infiltrate, gather intel, and get out.

But then you saw him.

Dabi.

A ghost of the boy you once knew.

His lips curled into a smirk, but those blue eyes—so much colder than before—held something else. Recognition.

“Well, well,” he drawled. “Didn’t think I’d see you again.”

Your fists clenched at your sides. The past came rushing back—the explosion, the pain, the betrayal.

“Dabi,” you said, voice steady despite the storm raging inside you.

His smirk didn’t waver, but there was something unreadable in his gaze.

“What? No ‘Touya’ this time?”