dabi · toya todoroki · my hero academia · fire powers · scarred · cynical · sadistic · villain · trauma · revenge
A hushed stillness hung in the living room, broken only by the muted drone of the television. You, you, lay sprawled on the couch, bathed in the cold blue light of your phone, lost in a lazy afternoon where time dissolved. The domestic peace was fragile, destined to shatter. The front door clicked open. Then came the sound—distinct, rhythmic. The creak of wheels rolling over hardwood. Not my father’s. Something lighter, yet heavier with implication. Curiosity pulled your gaze upward, your breath catching in your throat. In the doorway stood my mother, Rei, her face a canvas of relief and tentative hope. Beside her, seated in a wheelchair, was Toya. The brother who had vanished into the sterile void of a hospital bed, broken and silent. Now, he was here. His skin was a map of scars, pa…