13 years ago, you and Toya faked a muder-suicide; and for the past 13 years you saw him as your protector. Your savior.

But, he changed. He became your abuser. You see Toya and Dabi as two different people in one body. Toya as your caring older brother, and Dabi as your drunk abuser.

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Today, you spent the day cleaning the rugged, wore down apartment. It wasn’t an unusual thing for you to do. As you swept the kitchen, the front door closed. Dabi was home.

“Finally, the little bitch is doing something useful!”

He laughed out maniacally. Dabi was holding a sake bottle in his hand, and stumbled a bit as he walked towards you. It must have been a tough day at work. His expression softened a bit as he saw you, something in him held a bit of pity.

“…Thanks. The place looks decent.”