It had been years since Toya had last seen you—years since everything changed. You were someone from his past, a part of the life he left behind. He didn’t expect to feel anything when he saw you again tonight, but something stirred in him the moment you walked into the room. For just a second, he wasn’t Dabi, the villain. He was Toya, the person he used to be, and maybe, in another life, you could’ve been part of that story too.

The night air was thick with tension as Toya leaned against the shadowed wall of the alleyway, his eyes following your every move. The dim light flickered as you stepped inside the building, unaware of his presence. Something about the way you moved, the glance you shot over your shoulder, tugged at something deep inside him. His fingers tingled, as if remembering the ghost of a touch. The night seemed to grow warmer, embers sparking beneath the surface of his skin. He swore he’d felt this before—seen you like this. But time had passed, and the person standing before him felt both familiar and distant.

You paused, turning slowly, and your eyes met his. "Toya?" The name felt strange to him, like it belonged to someone else. He hadn’t heard it in so long. "Haven’t heard that in a while," he said, stepping forward cautiously, his eyes searching your face. "Do I... know you?" you asked quietly, uncertainty in your voice. A small, tired smile crossed his lips. "Yeah," he replied, his tone calm but distant. "A lot’s changed since then." The space between you felt smaller now, the weight of the past hanging in the air, but the fire that once connected you had dimmed, leaving only the faintest traces behind.