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ＨａｗｋｓＸＲｅａｄｅｒ - Ｌｅａｒｎｉｎｇｔｏｌｏｖｅ: ＴｈｅＴｒｕｔｈ

TW/CW: INTENSE ABUSE (PHYSICAL AND EMOTIONAL)

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Hawks x Reader

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: You're too similar to be a coincidence... and the truth finally comes from an unlikely source.

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: ANGST. HURT. PAIN.

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 2485

��𝚊𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: @marydragneell, @numblytemporary, @rainycloud858, @theplacetoputfics, @aceofspades190

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙾𝚗𝚎 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚠𝚘 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙵𝚒𝚟𝚎 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚂𝚒𝚡 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙴𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 / 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙽𝚒𝚗𝚎

It doesn’t take long for your exhaustion to claim you again, and the moment you’re asleep..?

Keigo slips away, picking up his phone and silently stepping out of the room. His heart is racing, but his mind is faster. This was real. This was proof that you’re really the person he’d assumed you were. His gut- it had been right. He’s an idiot for not connecting the pieces sooner.

He unlocks his phone, stepping onto the balcony and shutting the doors behind him. He types in a familiar number- taking in a shaky breath as it rings.

At first, he’s almost convinced that they won’t pick up. It just rings, and rings… he pulls the phone away to hang up-

“What..?” A deep, raspy voice comes from the other end, and he quickly brings the phone back up to his ear. Unease settles in his stomach for a moment before dissipating.

“Hey Dabs, uh… I know it’s early, but-” There’s no way to say it but to say it. “I found her.”

The line goes silent for a moment, and a dark chuckle escapes the male on the other end. “... what makes you think I’ll believe you?” He can’t blame him- it sounds like a fucked up joke.

But it’s far from that.

“I had a gut feeling when I met her, and- she knows your name.” Keigo just barely registers Dabi- or Touya-’s breath hitching. “She doesn’t… remember. But she had a dream and said your name. Looked you up, saw the articles where you faked your death-”

“You’re not fuckin’ with me, are you..” There’s very, very slight disbelief in his tone. It turns into an uneasy chuckle.

“.. ‘s she with you now?” He hums, and Keigo sighs.

“Yeah- She’s… still weird about touch. And she still doesn’t cry or smile much.” Keigo exhales, and the line goes silent again as he mulls over his words.

“... I’ve gotta see this for myself.” The finality in Touya’s voice sends an odd sensation down Keigo’s spine.

The person they’d grown to care for, the one they’d been convinced was dead and buried- was back. The line goes dead.

Keigo’s stomach twists. You knew Touya… but not him. It didn’t make sense- he’d met you first. He’d taken you in, given you a place to stay- And it’s pretty damn hard to forget red wings. Were you fucking with him? The more he considers it- the more and more it makes sense.

The familiar way you looked at him, the way you carried yourself, how you seemed to find comfort in him when you’d been borderline delirious-

You’re fully aware of everything. And you’d been hiding it this whole time. You had to be- there’s no way in hell it’s all coincidence.

His jaw sets and he heads back inside, feathers bristling. It wasn’t Dabi, it was Touya. Something only they would know. What was this feeling- jealousy? No, he didn’t get jealous. That isn’t the cause for the tight anger growing in his chest, squeezing his heart tighter than it should.

You’d lied.

And he didn’t appreciate liars.

He’d give you a chance to come clean- to admit to pretending not to know him over the last few days. It had been at least three- or was it two? It didn’t really matter. If you knew him, you should’ve said something. Anything.

He paces in the living room. Maybe dropping hints of the past? Where they met? If he was familiar at all? There had to be a way to get the truth out of you. He isn’t stupid… and he’d get his answer.

It’s hours later when you wake up again, eyes bleary and… Something’s wrong.

He isn’t beside you anymore. Your stomach sinks- and you try to force the memories of your fights with your ex out of your head. The weird feeling settling in your stomach is far too familiar for your liking.

Sitting up, you swing your legs over the side of the bed. You still feel like shit, a little dizzy and nauseous.

You still feel out of place walking through his apartment. Down the hall, and into the main area..

He’s sitting on the couch, fingers laced together and a solemn expression on his face. Your voice comes out soft, unintentionally so. “Keigo..?”

He jumps a bit, looking back at you. You’re still pale, and you still look extremely weak. It almost makes him feel guilty. Almost.

“Hey… can we talk for a second?” The look on your face… it’s like this is familiar. Had you done this to other people before?

“Yeah, um… what’s up?” You approach him cautiously- it’s like you know what’s going to happen.

He forces himself to take a deep breath. Despite hating the commission for the way they trained him… it came in handy sometimes. He didn’t enjoy manipulating people. But to get the truth?

He’ll do what has to be done.

“I’m just thinking- we haven’t talked much about what it was like growing up. Figured since I’d be livin’ with ya, it wouldn’t hurt to get to know you,” He gives you a light grin, but there’s more to it buried beneath those amber eyes.

This isn’t to ‘bond’, there’s a purpose to this. An ulterior motive. Not that you knew that.

“Oh, um… ok,” You swallow, slowly coming to sit across from him. The door is a few paces away- but his feathers would be faster.

“You said you were quirkless, right? What about your parents?” He hums, head tilting to the side. He’d met your sister- He hadn’t even known you had one. How much more were you hiding?

You dip your head in agreement, finding yourself messing with your nails. “My father wasn’t around much, and- my mother… we had our disagreements, but it was relatively ok,” Despite your memories and beliefs lining up with your words, something didn’t feel right about it. Like something is missing

He hums, wings twitching a bit. “My old man didn’t want me around, and my mother pretty much tolerated me. It was… a messy situation.” He has a somber smile tracing his lips. It’s… oddly comforting to know he’s had poor family experiences too.

Your brows twitch inward for a moment, and you frown. “I’m- sorry to hear that. If it means anything, I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me. You weren’t a mistake.” He falters.

For a split second guilt flashes over his features. It sends a bolt of discomfort through you. Was this more than just… him wanting to get to know you? Your gut was usually right- and you had a bad feeling it would be on this too.

“I- appreciate that.” He gives you a small smile. “.. you said you had some issues with your mom?”

“Yeah, uh- she and I fought a lot. She definitely had some favoritism. But she did still take care of me, so I can’t complain too much.”

It looks like he wants to say something- but he decides against it.

“I see… typical arguments?” He rests his hand on his palm. There’s something off with his tone. Why? Were you pissing him off? You’re being honest.. Your memory is hazy, and you have no idea why. It’s not like you’re lying to him.

“Mostly, um… she didn’t like how close I was to my siblings, but I don’t really remember a lot. It was a while ago,” You shrug, and… he snaps. Maybe it's because it’s a blatant lie in his eyes. Maybe it’s the way you said it-

“Ok- I’ve been trying to be patient but I gotta know. Are you fucking with me?” He looks up at you, his golden eyes hard. It sends a bolt through your body. You knew that look. You knew what it meant.

“I- I’m sorry, what?-” You exhale, trying to maintain your composure. This wasn’t your ex… this was Keigo. He’d been nothing but kind- what made him suddenly turn on you?

“Don’t play dumb. You know exactly what I mean.” He groans, wings flaring a bit. That, mixed with the irritated clicking sound coming from him makes you flinch.

“I- Keigo, I don’t-” You start, and he stands up, striding over to you. Grabbing your chin, he forces you to look at him.

You immediately freeze. For a moment- you don’t see him. It’s Junichiro, looking down at you with a sadistic smile. You hear his voice-

“You’re a shitty liar.”

Your heartbeat starts to race. The feeling of his hands on your face, mixed with his tone and words-

Your chest feels tight. This can’t be the same person- your head begins to throb, growing more and more excruciating-

A sudden sting blossoms over your right cheek. “All you do is whine.” Your ex snaps. In a moment of rage- you move to push him away.

He grabs your wrists with one hand, and grips your chin. He then forces your gaze up to his. His eyes are dark. Your lips part but nothing comes out- oh god…

You fucked up.

“I could break your nose if I wanted to. And if you try to pull that shit again I’ll break your jaw.” Your breath hitches in your chest. It’s not a threat, it’s a promise.

He’s touching you. Your whole body stays tense, and you can’t tear your terrified gaze off of him.

“There’s that beautiful expression… you always look like a doll. A pathetic little thing, really,” He chuckles darkly.

“Let me show you who’s really in charge here, sweetheart… cause it sure as hell ain’t you.”

He shoves you against the back of the couch, straddling you. Your heart is pounding against your ribs, racing faster than it’s ever gone before-

He has a wicked smile on his face. “I could always just break this pretty little neck of yours instead-”

His hand lashes out, closing around your throat. You choke, hands reaching up to claw at his forearms and wrists.

You can’t breathe.

“All it would take is just a little movement. I wouldn’t miss you. Nobody would.” He sneers, leaning so close to your face you can feel his hot breath. He reaches over to the ashtray, flicking the ash off the end.

Then… everything slows down.

You can see it- the cigarette. It’s still smoldering, inching towards you.

You try to wrestle your way out, but he’s got you pinned by your neck. You cough as he presses down harder, cutting off your air supply.

Your eyes widen, and-

A burning, white-hot pain sends your vision white, and forces a scream from your lips. He just laughs.

Twisting the cigarette into your skin further, he just chuckles. It’s a callous, soul-crushing sound. “You gonna cry now? C’mon- let me see those tears.” His voice drops.

“No wonder nobody likes you. You can’t feel, you don’t cry, you don’t laugh. You’re nothing more than a fucking doll. And no one is ever going to love you like I do.” He growls, eyes darkening. “This is what love will always be for you. Never forget that.”

Your vision is going black, and you try to cough and gasp for air, but nothing comes in or out. Your grip has weakened considerably.

He leans in and whispers into your ear. “None of this would’ve happened if you didn’t exist.”

“Are you even listening to me?”

“[Name]-”

“[NAME]-”

“NAME!”

You jerk back, your heart pounding in your chest. Scrambling past him, you push him out of the way.

Get away- you had to get away.

He moves to grab your arm, and you whip around. His expression falls.

“W-wait-” He starts, but you’re already out the door. Bare feet slap against the wood on the floor, and there’s a sense of growing dread.

You were right. This was too good to be true.

Glancing at the elevator- no. You’d take the stairs. Go through another floor, then take the elevator. Make it less predictable- As you near the end of the hall, you run into the chest of a male.

You practically jump out of your skin, and-

“He wasn’t kidding..” A deep, raspy voice. He- he’s familiar. How is he familiar?

The face from your dream comes to mind. “Touya..?” You whisper, almost breathless. Keigo’s footsteps echo down the hall, and you whip around.

“This isn’t something you can just run away from.” He seethes, stalking towards you- a predator hunting prey.

You’re trapped.

“You know what you’re doing. You know that you’re fucking with me- you remember everything, don’t you? Where the fuck did you go? I can see it in your eyes. You know more than you’re letting on, and I’m done letting you toy with me,” His pupils are practically black.

You take a step back, heart pounding out of your chest. You’re fucked. You’re totally fucked.

I wouldn’t miss you. Nobody would.

No wonder nobody likes you. You can’t feel, you don’t cry, you don’t laugh. You’re nothing more than a fucking doll. And no one is ever going to love you like I do.

This is what love will always be for you. Never forget that.

None of this would’ve happened if you didn’t exist.

A voice tears you from the memory.

“Listen- I ain’t a fuckin’ saint, but look at her. She’s fuckin’ terrified- and I’m supposed to be the asshole outta the two of us. Back off. Let her talk.”

He growls, taking a step towards Keigo. Keigo just huffs, eyes narrowing. “You don’t understand- she said almost everything right.”

“If she says she doesn’t remember the details, she doesn’t. If you went through all that shit you woulda repressed it too. I know I sure as hell did.”

Keigo huffs, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Touya- He looks different than the kid you dreamt of. Now, piercings line the scars on his body.

You swallow hard, your chest constricting.

“... My memories, they- they’re all really fuzzy for the most part up until a few years ago-” Your words come out rushed, tripping over yourself as you try to diffuse the situation.

“You look familiar but I don’t think I’ve- I’ve met you, either of you, before-” You plead, your eyes flicking to Touya’s. There’s… a bit of pain in those sapphire pools.

“Please, you have to believe me-” anxiety and pain were the two emotions you could show.. and they were more than just visible.

Keigo’s expression softens, and he sighs, running a hand down his face- then through his hair. “Damn it…” He murmurs, and Touya hums in thought.

“Listen…” His voice is low, raspy and rough. “Did they ever take you to the doctors around the time things get fuzzy?”

You nod, and he glances up at Keigo before he speaks. His next words bring a new emotion forward.

Rage.

“Your mother had your memories erased.”

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keigo-takamis-no-1-simp · 5 months ago

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ＨａｗｋｓＸＲｅａｄｅｒ - Ｌｅａｒｎｉｎｇｔｏｌｏｖｅ: ＦｌａｓｈｂａｃｋｓａｎｄＭｏｒｅＱｕｅｓｔｉｏｎｓＵｎａｎｓｗｅｒｅｄ

TW/CW: Depictions of abuse, vomiting, death/being shot

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Hawks x Reader

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: Memories come to the surface, and you find yourself just barely missing key details to remember important people from your past. You get a name... but Keigo begins to wonder just who you really are.

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: Some Angst, fluff/comfort, Keigo is a sweetheart and Dabi isn't a dick for once- Also yeah we writing Dabi now sue me-

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 2162

𝚃𝚊𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: @marydragneell, @numblytemporary, @rainycloud858, @theplacetoputfics, @aceofspades190

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

“What did I tell you about talking to Megumi? To Atsuki?” Your mother towers above your tiny frame. Your heart slams against your ribs- or is it beating at all anymore? The mixture of hollowness and constriction in your chest creates a confusing, but painful sensation.

“I… I shouldn’t, because- b-because I’ll just get them sick too..” You stumble over your words, keeping your eyes low. You knew better than to try and look up at her. The memory of what happened last time was still far too fresh.

“Exactly. So why did I catch you in their room?” You don’t even have to look up at her to see her expression. Face contorted into something that made your stomach drop. It’s almost ironic how the thunder crashes outside following her words, rain pelting the windows.

“... Atsuki asked for my help, and-” Her hand shoots out, forcing you to look up. Her eyes- they’re darker than usual, nose crinkled in disgust at even having to touch you.

“You do NOT interact with them. This is the third time this week- y’know what? I’m done. Get out.” She lets you go, letting out an angry huff. When you open your mouth to argue…

Your head whips to the side, stinging pain blossoming across your cheek. Pursing your lips, you do the only thing you can.

Silently walking to the front door, her domineering presence stays right behind you, daring you to try to stay. You knew better. She’d just grab you by the hair and throw you out anyway.

It’s dark outside, rain already falling in thick sheets against the asphalt. A bright flash and a crash of thunder accompany you as you’re forced outside. You turn to look at your mommy- why did she hate you so much? You just wanted to help your siblings…

“Get.” She barks, as if speaking to an animal. You turn to face the storm, wrapping your arms around your body. You should cry. You know you should. Your chest hurts, there’s a lump in your throat- yet nothing comes out.

If only you weren’t sick.

The door slams shut, lock clicking into place. And… you’re outside again. When was the last time you spent the night inside? You can’t remember at this point.

Wrapping your arms around yourself, you head towards the street. The best place to find shelter was the local park… It wasn't perfect, but it was better than nothing.

Why didn’t mommy love you like she loved Megumi? Like how she loved Atsuki? Your stomach growls, but the feeling is all too familiar. It’s become easier to tune out over time.

Crawling up onto the playset, you find the little alcove the rain couldn’t reach. Your teeth chatter from the cold, arms wrapping around your body again. Your daddy hasn't come home in months… did he forget about you? Or did he hate you too? It’s hard to tell.

Resting your chin on your knees, you watch as it pours. The lightning is too loud- and you flinch at every clap. You hated storms… but that didn’t matter.

Your stomach hurt- Mommy had given you fuzzy food. It was supposed to be ok, but you’d started to wonder if it was.

Bile rises in your throat, and you desperately try to keep it down. Covering your mouth with your hand, you squeeze your eyes shut. Cramps wrack through your body. You move out of the alcove just in time for the little food in your stomach to come up and out of your mouth and nose.

Coughing, the next thing to come up is bile. It hurts- it hurt worse than when Mommy put her hands on you. After a few minutes of retching and gagging, it finally stops.

Sick, soaking wet, and exhausted. This was something you were way too used to. You lean your head on the side of the wall, letting your eyes flutter closed. It’s normal for you, but Atuski and Megumi never had to deal with this stuff…

Breathing heavily, Mommy’s words start to flood back into your head.

“If you really cared, you’d do as you’re told. I could always just leave, you know.”

“What are you complaining about now? I didn’t have to carry you for 9 months.”

“You’re the reason your father left. No one could love someone as sick and broken as you. No one will ever want you.”

It hurt… but she was right, wasn’t she? You were sick. The doctors said you were ok, but no matter what, Mommy would take you to another doctor. Then another. Then another.

Once your siblings were born, she gave up. You weren’t worth her time or her stress- you were just another problem for her to put up with.

Movement catches your eye, and your gaze sluggishly rises. A boy… he looks a little over your age. White hair, piercing cerulean eyes. Your squint.

He shifts… into a kid that resembles someone you know. Red wings, amber eyes- you know him. You know both of them. But you can’t place their names, and you can’t quite see their faces.. just the color of their eyes.

Then, they stand side by side glancing at one another. “Your Mommy kicked you out again…?” The amber eyed kid asks, a frown on his lips.

You merely nod, throat hurting from how hard you got sick. Thankfully, the rain was starting to let up. Thunder rumbles in the distance.

“Mommy hates me. Daddy isn’t ever home, he hates me too..” You whisper, a familiar ache growing in your chest.

“Your mom doesn’t hate you,” The white haired kid murmurs. “She’s mad at your dad.” You blink. That’s… definitely a possibility, isn’t it? Mommy said you were a problem.

“It isn’t your fault.” The winged kid glances back at the white haired male. “Shouldn’t we take her somewhere safe..?”

“It’s not our job to take in strays-” “Touya, she has nowhere else to go. She’s the same as us.”

‘Touya’ stares you down for a few moments, and it was as though he were picking you apart with his gaze alone. That name… it’s familiar. You knew that name.

“Fine. But don’t make a habit of this-” His nose scrunches as he turns away. There’s a burn on his arm…

“You’re hurt…” You murmur, brows furrowing. He scoffs. “Yeah- I’ll be fine. Happens all the time.”

Your eyes flick to the winged kid- you still can’t place his name. He gives you a small smile.

“C’mon… we know a place.”

You were weaker than you thought. It was difficult to keep up, but you pushed yourself. Touya didn’t seem to like you, but at least he would tolerate you. That was more than you could say for most people.

You’re pretty sure Touya said the other kids name, but it always sounded muffled and garbled. Like a scratched CD.

He and the winged kid acted similar to brothers, in a sense. It’s odd how despite always being tossed aside, always being forgotten and abandoned- for the first time in far too long you felt a new feeling in your chest.

Warmth.

Despite Touya obviously not wanting you around, you still felt more wanted by him than you did by your own mother. Which, frankly, was more than enough for you.

“We ain’t gonna drag you there, keep up or you’ll get left behind.” He glances back at you, though there’s no malice in his eyes.

“Where are we going..?” Your voice is much smaller than both of theirs, and the boy with amber eyes gives you a small smile.

“Barney here found a place he likes to go when he wants to get away from everything.” He chuckles, and immediately gets a glare from Touya.

“I told you not to call me that, bird brain-”

A smile tugs at your lips, and for a split second- you swear both of their cheeks flush. “Damnit-” Touya murmurs to himself.

Your stomach still hurts, but… there’s nothing to come up anymore. For some reason, that’s oddly comforting. Mommy couldn’t hurt you out here… with them. You’d never had friends before, but the boy with amber eyes was the closest you’d gotten. Maybe things can change…

The next time you’re locked out of the house, you find yourself walking down the asphalt. In an attempt to retrace your steps, your eyes take in the buildings around you. Nothing looks familiar.

You sigh, a frown on your lips. Another little girl approaches you, eyes wide and brows furrowed. “Hey! What are you doing outside? You’re gonna get sick!” She’s dressed well, and she’s really pretty. Similar hair and eyes to yours, and about your height too.

You vaguely recall someone saying everyone has a twin. She definitely looked a lot like you. You’d seen her around a lot- she gave you food sometimes, and braided your hair. She never made you feel like a stray… unlike most of the other people you’d met.

“My daddy said you’re outside a lot. Are you ok?” She looks… concerned? Why? You’re technically a stranger. You also probably look gross… but she didn’t seem to care. It’s funny- almost everyone you meet outside is nicer than Mommy.

A man approaches both of you- dark hair, pale skin, and glowing green eyes. Your instincts scream to run-

There’s a bang.

For a few short moments, time slows down.

The girl falls to the ground, and she’s barely breathing.

As soon as her body hits the asphalt, a sharp pain grips your body like a vice.

Your hands fly to the site, immediately feeling a warm liquid. It’s hard to breathe, your chest is tight.

Coughing and sputtering, more warm liquid comes from your mouth. There’s a distinct metallic taste on your lips.

He reaches forward, grabbing your hair. “Took me long enough to find you… a pathetic little thing, you are.” He throws you to the ground, and your shoulder slams into it- followed by a sharp crack.

Your head is spinning. What were you supposed to do…? Another male’s voice filters in, and as your eyes flutter closed.

Pain swallows you whole, crashing into you like waves. It fills your lungs, choking you until there’s nothing but agony.

Was this how you died? On the streets, practically alone, and left to rot..?

There’s a faint sensation of hands picking you up- a cry of discomfort escapes you, and he shushes you gently. “It’s ok- you’re gonna be ok- I gotcha-” He murmurs.

Dark brown eyes, long back hair, and yellow goggles around the neck… He should be scary. Unknown hands, unknown touch- it should make you want to fight back.

But as you drift off, all that comes to mind is that you’re safe. For the first time in months…

You’re safe.

Your eyes flutter open. Your cheeks flush a little when you realize you’re… oh god, you’re almost right up against Keigo. One of his wings draped over your side, ensuring you stay warm. He isn’t touching you outright… just his wing.

He looks… so familiar. The markings on his eyes, the wings, his hair… You take in his features.

He couldn’t be the kid from your dream right..?

A soft, husky chuckle comes from his lips, hooded golden eyes looking down at you with a gentleness you’re unaccustomed to.

“... see somethin’ y’like..?” He hums, mirth lacing his half-asleep tone. Your cheeks flush more, and you open your lips to speak- and nothing comes out. A playful, almost cocky grin tugs at his lips at your lack of response, especially when you just shake your head.

The name from your dream comes back- and you glance up, brows furrowing. “Where’s my phone..?” He hums, a feather bringing it from the other room.

“Stayed with your stuff from the hospital.” He yawns, wings stretching out. You take your phone carefully, and immediately go to search the kids name. “Touya..” You murmur to yourself- and somehow, you miss how his body goes ramrod straight. He’s not tired anymore- his heart is beating out of his chest.

“Hey- uh- what was that?” He feigns the sleepiness in his voice- the commission’s acting lessons actually paid off.

“Something I heard in a dream… ‘s probably nothing,” You murmur, and- oh god.

Touya Todoroki was killed at a young age due to a forest fire… and there were no remains found.

Of course… you’d probably heard about it and it was just a name your mind decided to use. Dreams were just- mixed up imagery, names, and memories, right?

Keigo’s stomach churned. You remembered Dabi- before he became a monster. Way before the reformation. He makes a mental note to message him and ask about their friend from childhood… because the more and more he heard, the more and more you looked like her. Sounded like her.

But she had died- so something wasn’t adding up.

Who the hell are you really?

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