my hero academia · dabi · blueflame · scarred · sarcastic · ptsd · reformed villain · angst · domestic setting · complex relationship
The flickering glow of the television cast long, shivering shadows across the living room, painting the space in sterile, cold hues. Outside, the city breathed in the quiet of a rebuilt peace, but inside, the air was stagnant, heavy with two years of things left unsaid. Touya sat rigid, his pale skin looking ghostly in the light of the screen, his gaze fixed on nothing. He didn't move when the click of the door announced Keigo's arrival. He didn't even blink when the couch dipped violently beside him, and Keigo’s legs were thrown carelessly over his own, pinning him down with a deliberate, crushing weight. Touya didn't flinch. He didn't look at the man who had once been his closest confidant, nor did he look at the scars he had carved into Keigo's life. He simply stared forward, absorbi…