~///multi-fandom silly lil' snippets///~

numb --- linkin park. (touya todoroki)

Dabi was fine, truly.

His burns hadn't hurt in a long time, anyway.

He was away from his horrible father.

How could he have abandoned the rest of his family?

He found a new family.

Twice fucking died.

They were okay. He was okay.

So why did he have panic attacks? Why, in the deepest depths of the night when no one was around, and he alone, did he sob?

Why did he hate himself so?

Todoroki Touya couldn't pinpoint the exact moment.

Perhaps it began when he was a mere child, and his father pushed, and pushed, and pushed. Perhaps it was when he snapped, and the fire burnt and pierced and stabbed. Perhaps it was later, when he watched from afar, saw his little brother making friends, surviving his father's torture.

Dabi's fingers, his charred, burnt fingers, dug crescent moons into his skin. He couldn't breathe. It hurt. It hurt more than anything had in years, and would in years to come.

Perhaps he started hating himself once he realized he broke his mother's heart.

Perhaps he started hating himself once he started with his medication.

Perhaps it was when he killed the one person that he had promised to never hurt.

Perhaps it was when his friends started dying.

Perhaps it was when he wa locked up in this cell, trapped away from the outside world.

Perhaps it was when his family came to visit him, despite everything.

Blood drips, drips, drips on the the cold stone floor of Dabi's cell. He hated his father. Fucking Enji Todoroki. He hated that name. He hated everyone, everything. Why him? Why did it have to be him?

Perhaps it was that green boy, Izuku Midoriya.

Perhaps it was someone he missed greatly.

Perhaps he blamed himself.

For what?

Everything.

Dabi's head was fuzzy. It felt like he was underwater.

Not that he had been in years. Not since he joined the league.

Never ever.

He still had nightmares of the pool back at his father's house, and the burning, licking, painful flames that he had to shoot at it.

He sort of missed the pool, though. Not for the memories of fire, but for the memories of the girl that used to sneak in. An old friend of sorts.

She had been underwater, and his father was teaching him with the flames again.

Even when he closes his eyes and covers his ears, he can still see her charred body, hear her terrifying scream.

He wanted to go back.

Not to his father's house.

But to the league.

He wanted them back.

He wanted them all back.

And yet he had watched as Twice was killed.

Watched as Toga was deprived of blood, left to starve and lose herself to the madness.

Watched as Compress was shoved into a box, cut in half, only there was no trick this time.

Watched as Spinner's scales were peeled off, one by one.

Watched as Kurogiri's physical form was vaporized.

Watched as Tomura's fingers were cut off, piece by tiny piece.

His hand reached up, head foggy.

As he gently touched the noose.

Tied around his neck.

THE VILLIAN KNOWN AS DABI HAS COMMITED SUICIDE! TODAY IS A WONDROUS DAY FOR THE HERO COMMUNITY! ALL OF THE LEAGUE OF VILLAINS MEMBERS HAVE BEEN CAPTURED AND KILLED! REJOICE, HEROES! YOUR SUFFERING IS OVER!