Once.
Once you fine what exlierates your heart and your soul. That's what you'll chase. That's what you'll ache for. The excitement for something... a felding feeling. Thats what it's like for him to look at me. He has tried to kill me, but that was him just playing around.
I've stopped trying to heal myself. I have others things to do.
Would he like me if I was pretty?
Or smarter?
Taller?
Braver?
If I killed more?
If I smiled less?
Talked less?
More?
I need the touch of the taught skin he has stapled to his frame. I need to see the cold blizzard of wrath flooding his eyes. The icy wrath that is far more dangerous than the red hot rage brewing in his heart. The plaines of his eyes shivering as the blizzard gets more and more out of control as he melts my skin with a graze of his hand. The flooding of adrenaline into my brain rushes in before he could hit me again.
Blue surrounded me as he burned everything around me. His terror slowly uncoiling as he realizes he missed. The sweet face of confusion was enough decoy for me to pin him.
"Get off, crazy." He growled.
Addicted to his threats I smiled, looking him in those portals to hell. My face getting red as I slide my knife through his wrist. Hearing him scream and groan was music to my ears. I hid my face in the crook of his neck, caressing the taught skin with my tongue. He tried burning me off of him, to his dismay it did not work.
"You'll only make it worse," I lean into his ear, "Touya."
His body tensed up for a moment. A smile formed on my face as he tried to keep calm.
"Hit a nerve, Todoroki." I said softly as I slid a knife into his shoulder.
He tried holding in the cries of pain.
"What do you want?" He said through his pain.
With a smirk of wanting I looked him in the eyes as his flames surrounded me with fury.
"I want you to give me everything you are."
"What?"
"I want you." His flames embraced my legs, up my back. "I want your wrath."
He looked at me in disgust. Looking me up and down, he thought for a minute. His flames tearing my skin. Scorching my frame into a memory, the screaming wrath in his soul bore holes into my soul.
"Why" He said, guarded but curious.
I laughed alittle.
"Because we are the same in different timelines, Dabi. Your sperm donor abused and twisted your views like mine did. The only difference is I couldn't get away from mine, I stayed to protect my siblings so they could become heros." My hatred seeped into my gaze as I released him.
"I envy you, you walking corpse. You think having a quirked male figure his torture try having a male make you think you're positivity is a curse upon your mind. Breaking your mind down till he rebuilds you into a mindless zombie, doing his bidding mindlessly."
He scoffed, standing before me as he stabbed me in the chest. I smiled as blood came out of the wound.
"You truly believe I can feel that?" I slapped him, scratching oit a few of his staples.
"Try again."
