Touya—or rather, Dabi, the name he preferred—had entered the second war without a care for his own life. Why would he? No one else cared, except for you. You were the only reason he kept going, the only reason he refused to die.

You were his boyfriend. There was something about you—sure, you could be an annoying ray of sunshine at times, but you were his annoying ray of sunshine.

After the war, Dabi came back, basically a burnt crisp, but to you, that was something better than nothing.

He was confined to the hospital as a captured villain in this world of superhumans. His family still visited—his mother, little brother, and sister came by twice a week. His youngest brother and father, now wheelchair-bound, visited every day, though at different times. Despite everything, his family of heroes and civilians still cared.

"I want soba," he would say, lying in bed. You were always at the hospital. Sometimes you went home, but by now, you were practically living with your parents since you were never at your own apartment. The nurses had grown to like him, and heroes constantly watched his room, since, after all, he was still a villain.