(I can't write summaries 😰)
Shoto, Natsuo, Fuyumi, Rei, Dabi, and the LOV bonding fic.
Dabi hates Shoto, he hates his father, he hates himself. He's going to kill Shoto, he's going to do it, ruin his father's masterpiece. But that's when he realize...
Dabi and Shoto sit across from each other at the small counter in Dabi's kitchen, an awkward silence resting between them. Dabi begins tapping his finger on the table nervously as the teen looks at him with a scrutinizing gaze. He feels like withering into the ground and never having to face his brother again.
"So," says Shoto quietly, slurping a bit of cold soba from the chipped bowl before him, "it's been a while. I mean, not that I ever really knew you well or anything. But, you are Touya, aren't you? At first, it didn't make sense, but once I heard you, it all fit together. Your eyes, your quirk, your scars, your hate for Endeavor. Some part of me feels like an idiot for not putting two and two together before."
"Sorry Sho," Dabi replies, scratching the back of his neck anxiously, "I should've told you. Look, I'm sorry I kidnapped your friend and all that, I wasn't exactly fond of you. I guess I just saw you as an extension to the old man, I thought he treated you differently- that you were his pawn," Shoto blanches noticeably at the implication, "but that was never the case. He treated us all like shit, took me 10 years of being gone to realize, but hey, we're both here now right?"
"Yeah," Shoto says, his composure breaking as his eyes brim with tears and he bites the inside of his lip to keep from crying, "we are."
"I just want you to know, just because I understand that I don't need to fight you has nothing to say about my fight with Enji," hisses Dabi, his tone turning dark, "I will never stop until he lies in his grave. I'm not going to become soft just because I care about someone, the old fucker deserves to die, and I'll be the one to send him to hell."
"Sure you will, Touya-nii," replies Shoto with a small, almost unnoticeable smile, a foreign expression on his stoic face that he quickly smothers, "I want our old man dead as much as you, for everything he's done- the neglect, the quirk marriage, the abuse- he deserves it as you've said. So I want you to know I won't turn you in, but still, can you drive me to UA?"
"First, it's Dabi to you and to everyone else," Dabi says, his tone sharp but not all as harsh as he'd like to think, "second, about UA... as far as the public is concerned you are, quite certainly, dead."
"Come again?" Shoto asks, as if expecting his brother to be joking, "and why is that?"
"Well, I wanted to keep you away from the old bastard, god knows what would happen if he found you again," Dabi starts, a cold edge to his voice, "and I knew if I sent you back to UA or gave him an inclination that you were alive, he'd hint you down. So I cremated you on live TV. Well, I mean not exactly, your still here after all, but not as far of the public is concerned. If you want to go back you can, but I really just want you to stay safe."
"Alright," answers Shoto nonchalantly, causing Dabi to laugh at his blunt acceptance, "well, you make a good point, so if I'm to be presumed dead, it wouldn't be all that bad to join the LOV. I mean, I'd still like to get to know you better- you're my brother after all, arsonist or not. And of course, Im not opposed to helping you kill our father."
Dabi looks like he was just punched in the face. Todoroki Shoto, his brother that he quite frankly hated, the perfect masterpiece of a hero, want to join the LOV to spend time with HIM. After a moment, Dabi manages to slowly and shakily move his head up and down in agreement, a tiny sputter of blue flames flickering on and off of him.
"Well," he finally manages to croak out, "do you want go now, Sho? I can't guarantee Toga won't stab you the second you walk in the door, but I at the very least should get back to the league's hideout, Shigaraki would fucking kill me if O don't show up in the next hour."
"I'll be fine, Touya-nii," Shoto answers quietly, "you don't need to be so stand of ish, you know. I can hold my own, just let me come with you. I... I miss you, nii-san."
"Jesus, fun, let's get going brat," huffs Dabi irritably, getting off of his chair and heading to the door, Shoto quickly following behind him.
"Nii-chans a tsundere," whispers Shoto almost inaudibly with a freakishly out of character giggle. Being kidnapped by your not so dead brother, being abused, and deciding to kill you father and become a villain tends to do that to people.
"The fuck did you just say kid?" Snaps Dabi.
Shoto only laughs again.
•••
In the Todoroki residence, Fuyumi paces around anxiously at the door, staring at the traditional Japanese style wooden handle, as if willing it to open with her eyes. It doesn't.
"Natsuo, do you know when Shoto will be home?" Asks Fuyumi, twirling a strand of red hair, "it's 4 am and he won't respond to any of my calls, he was supposed to come home at eight."
"I'm sure he's fine, Yumi," laughs Natsuo, laughing of his growing concern, "he probably just decided to stay at the UA dorms and forgot about Friday dinner, nothing to worry about. I'm sure he'll text you tomorrow."
Fuyumi is about to reluctantly nod her head when her phone vibrates in her pocket. She lets out a relieved sigh, half expecting Shoto to have just messaged her. She takes it out, opening her phone to check the notification. She reads the new headline once. Then she reads it again. And again. Then, she throws her phone across the room.
"Yumi?" Natsuo asks, voice quaking, "Yumi what's wrong. Tell me he's fine Yumi. I haven't seen you get this angry, well, since Touya. Yumi, please say something, tell me he's okay!"
"He's fucking dead, Natsu," she says, a chill to her unfalteringly warm voice as ice begins to quit literally spread over her arms as her anger rises, "he's fucking dead just like Touya. It want a damn accident. That bastard, Dabi, the one who tried to kill father, you know psychopathic, scarred. He just ducking cremated him and laughed, all because he wanted to get to dad."
Their is a silence as Natsuo slowly takes in what she, the most positive person he's ever known, just said in the coldest voice that's ever come out of her mouth. His hands ball into fists and he grits his teeth, punching the wall until his knuckles bleed.
"I'm going to fucking kill him!" Screams Natsuo, continuing to punch and scream until his voice becomes strangled in his throat and he crumpled to the ground in tears.
"We," replies Fuyumi, uttering a single ice cold word.
A/N: Hope you're enjoying, I'm putting some of my other stories on hold to put more effort into this! I'll try to update daily if I can, but I have lots of homework and sports tournaments 😰
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