Touya—No, Dabi’s fingers tighten around your neck. “You recognize me?” he asks, grin closer to a sneer. “Our own father didn’t realize who I was.” He doesn’t care that he’s choking you. “But somehow you do?”

He can’t remember the last time he’d seen you in person. Talked to any of his siblings. You all thought he was dead. Touya was dead, but Dabi? Oh, he’s alive. You were born a year after him, another failure, and so Enji wanted another.