Disdain [Dabi x Reader]

III

Touya hadn't realized how fast his mindset had changed after the incident, which led to him ending up here, in a small hidden cottage owned by a villain. Back then, his father would always occupy his mind, growing stronger always was his top priority, being a hero was his only goal in life, he thought the only purpose of him being born was to be a hero that surpassed any other.

But now that his father was only a blurry-faced figure from the past, he couldn't find that same craving anymore.

That flame that illuminated the core of his life, the one that slowly ate at him by the day, the one that had been ignited by the no-faced figure, had been extinguished by the kind hands of a murderer.

But, he still missed his family, and although he had never mentioned it, he wanted to go back and apologize to them, an there was no denying that someone still burrowed inside him still itches for the pride of his father. However, he didn't know how to bring up the topic to his current caretaker.

"Oi, Touya." The creaking of the wooden door sounded from the front of the house, alerting the house and its essence of (Y/n)'s return. Said boy jumped up from the lone bed and made his way to the caller. The shuffling of large plastic bags clasped in their hands caught his attention.

"Welcome back," He greeted, his hands hiding behind his back. "What's all this?" He peered curiously at the many bags in their hands, trying to catch a glimpse of the contents inside it.

"I'll show you, just help me grab them, my fingers are getting sore." They reached one of their arms out, struggling to keep all the bags held with one finger. The slight shaking of their hand was obvious. He quickly helped them with the carriers, placing them on the table in the living room as (Y/n) had instructed. Once (Y/n) had taken off their shoes and joined him at the table, a small grin on their lips.

"Look inside." They pushed one of the bags his way, the biggest one of the bunch. He wearily glanced at the bag then at (Y/n) then back at the bag. Slowly, he reached his hand out and opened it, blinking at the objects inside.

"It's... clothes?" He hesitantly looked up at (Y/n).

"Your clothes."

"My clothes?!" His confused expression turned to one of shock. He was clearly taken aback.

"What? did you expect to live off my clothes?" They teased. Touya opened his mouth, about to speak but was cut off when (Y/n) pushed another bag his way.

"I got you other things too." They reached their hand into the bag. "A toothbrush, a pair of slippers-- oh!" They pulled out a container, which looked like a sunscreen bottle.

" 'Fresh and smooth'...?" He read.

"Place it on the scars on your chin every morning. It's good." They placed the bottle down on the table. Touya was about to say something but was interrupted yet again by another plastic bag being gifted to him.

"And books."

"Books?"

"Books. If you're not going to go to school then you need some way of learning. You need to keep your mind working, for the meantime, at least." They grabbed a thin math book from the pile and lightly hit the top of his head with it. The boy was somewhat overwhelmed by the lot of things (Y/n) had got him, he felt as if he was being spoiled, even though he had come from an extremely wealthy family.

"Huh? What's wrong?" They turned to him with a quirked brow. Touya's nose was scrunched up, his brows drawing closer together.

"I don't know... Thank you..." He murmured, looking down at his feet. "What is this feeling? I want to cry but nothing's coming out."

"Oh yeah... That's probably um... because your burns destroyed your tear ducts..." (Y/n) placed a hand on his white hair. Touya visibly deflated at their words, causing him to be more self-conscious about his condition. (Y/n) bit the inside of their cheek, mentally slapping themselves for speaking.

"But that's not a bad thing! That doesn't make you any different from anyone else. I've known many people who lived on with much more debilitating conditions, so you'll be able to manage... I'm sure." They gave him two awkward pats on his shoulder. He looked up at them, his shining yet sorrowful eyes meeting (Y/n)'s spindly grin. He stared into their kind gaze and felt an unfamiliar tightening in his chest.

Hesitantly, he wrapped his arms around their figure, and pressed himself against their body, silently pleading for an embrace. (Y/n) stiffened, their pupils dilating as they stared down at the small boy latching on to them. They pursed their lips. God- When was the last time they hugged someone? Their hands slowly made their way to the boy's back, enveloping him stiffly with a few awkward pats.