strangled

⁵²identity

Kenji is sitting on the couch when you walk into the living room wearing a robe, Dabi following close behind only wearing a pair of blue pajama pants.

The fact that his dick is still hard, shamelessly sticking up and showing in his pants, makes you bite back a laugh. You didn't expect him to actually resist from touching himself just because you told him to. You watch his movements carefully as he sits down stiffly on the couch next to you, blue eyes glaring at Kenji without faltering for a second. He's so mad at the man that you can feel the anger radiating off of him, and you're sure Kenji can too even though he's acting like he doesn't.

Focusing on a more important matter, your mind begins to question who Kenji actually is once again.

When you called the number on the note, you found out from the voice that it was Kenji's number. He said he would come over later today to talk to you about it face to face. However, you had completely forgotten about that due to the pain you were dealing with, then the shower with Dabi made you forget about it further.

You sigh, "So... who really are you, Kenji?"

Kenji shrugs and relaxes into the couch.

"Well I could be all mysterious about it and keep my identity a secret until some kind of dramatic reveal but only an absolute asshole would do that. So, I won't waste your time by leading you on. I'll just tell you since you still can't seem to remember. Cool?"

Dabi's glare on him turns even more harsh.

"Yeah." You nod.

"My mom and my dad met years ago, blah blah blah, they gave birth to a girl then the year after that they had me, blah blah blah, and yeah." He smiles. "I'm your younger brother."

"If you're my brother..." your eyebrows furrow, "...then why didn't I see you in any of my memories?"

He rolls his eyes in slight annoyance, but it doesn't seem like your question is the thing that annoyed him as he speaks, "Well we didn't hang out much. Mom and dad were always focused on you because of some kind of powerful quirk you had so we rarely saw each other at all. All I got was dad's lust quirk and that's the one I still use until this day. I don't think we even had one conversation together as kids, not to mention the fact that I was only three when we got split up-"

You quickly cut him off, "Wait a minute. So after mom died and I was taken to the commission, Itsuki knew he still had another kid... you know... before he took his own life?"

"Yeah. That's why I don't really admire my old man. Don't get me wrong, he was a strong guy and he made sure to take care of his family in any way he possibly could before he died. The way he treated mom is the same way I want to treat my future wife someday. But... sometimes he made it seem like I didn't exist to him. He always said he wouldn't know what to do with his life if he lost you or his wife, but what about me? Was I not important to him at all?"

His words struck a cord inside you. Not just because he reminded you of Touya, but also because of the fact you can be considered to be the "Shouto" in your family. The golden child. The kid that received all the attention from their parents while the other got cast aside.

Even though this happened years ago, you still feel guilt pool inside your stomach.

"I'm sorry." You frown and you can feel Dabi staring blankly at you from the sides of his eyes. "I-I'm so so so sorry."

"Hey you don't need to apologize so much." Kenji chuckles while waving his hand dismissively. "You didn't do anything wrong because it's not like you asked to be born. I swear. I won't blame you because of our dad and mom's actions. I have absolutely nothing against you, trust me. If anything, I'm glad that we were able to get reunited."