dabihawks one shots (hotwings)

Chained Down

**This one shot is based off the above fanart 💜 I don't own the art, I found it online 😅**

TW's!!:
Death Penalty

Also this will spoil the Manga, like majorly.

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It was strange, to say the absolute least. Dabi rarely thought about that little kid he met as a kid, back when he was Touya Todoroki. Not because he didn't like the kid or miss him, but more because... it was hard to think about. It was hard to realize that Dabi had broken out of his cage, but Keigo never did. Unfortunately the bars were too thick or the chains too heavy, whichever the case was, Keigo was still just as trapped as he had been all those years ago.

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Touya was running, running away. He just needed a moment to himself... maybe he didn't even need his dad to train him, maybe he could do it himself!

As soon as that thought crossed Touya's mind he knew he had to find a place to do just that.

It wasn't that Touya particularly want to be a hero- he didn't not want to be one, but he didn't want to be one either- he just... wanted to be wanted. And if being a hero was the only way to get that Touya supposed he'd have to do that.

It took a while, but Touya finally found a place suitable for his needs. A hill, surrounded by trees to hide what he was doing. The trees could end up a problem, but the young Todoroki was young and he wasn't going to worry about it until he had to.

Touya began training, carefully allowing his fire to grow on his arms until it grew too hot and he had to stop. Best start with baby steps then to move too quickly and end up ash or horribly scarred.

It had been about two hours of nonstop training when Touya felt the strange prick at the back of his neck he got when someone was watching him. The young Todoroki hesitated before continuing his training, deciding that so long as his stalker didn't get in his way it wouldn't be a problem.

"You're doing it wrong," a quiet voice came from behind Touya.

The young Todoroki froze.

"Sorry, it's just... you're doing it wrong."

Touya turned around, watching as a young blonde boy with bright red wings climbed down from a tree with ease.

"What do you know about it?" Touya demanded, unsure why his stalker- he supposed this was the person who was watching him- decided he needed to voice his opinion on the matter.

The winged boy shrugged. "Not much. But you're doing it wrong."

"If you don't know much about it, then how do you know I'm doing anything wrong?" Touya asked, anger slipping into his voice a little.

The boy shrugged again. "It's hurting you. Quirks aren't supposed to do that. So you have to be doing it wrong."

A cold anger brewed inside Touya. He glanced down at his arms, sure enough, bright burns were beginning to color them.

What did this kid even know about it? It wasn't Touya's fault that his quirk hurt him! What was he supposed to do about it?

"My quirk burns me. That's just the way it is. Mind your own business kid." Touya said angrily, turning away.