𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 ⟢ 𝘁. 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗶/𝗱𝗮𝗯𝗶

𝟏𝟐

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𝐝𝐚𝐛𝐢

i moved swiftly through the dark streets, my mind still buzzing from the encounter with y/n. the image of her standing in her bedroom, lingered in my thoughts. her defiance, her strength—it was all so different from the girl i once knew, yet somehow, it made me want her even more.

i reached the league of villains' hideout and slipped inside, navigating the dimly lit hallways until i found myself in the common area. toga, spinner, and twice were there, engaged in their usual banter.

"hey, dabi!" toga greeted me with a grin, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "where have you been?"

i shrugged, leaning against the wall. "out," i replied curtly.

twice looked up, his expression curious. "you've been sneaking out a lot lately," he remarked. "got a secret mission without us or something?"

i smirked but didn't offer any details. "just taking care of some personal business," i said, my tone dismissive.

toga pouted, clearly unsatisfied with my vague response. "you never tell us anything fun," she complained, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger.

i pushed off the wall and made my way to my room. "you'll eventually find out," i said over my shoulder, leaving them to their conversation.

once in my room, i closed the door and leaned against it, my mind replaying the confrontation with her. i could still see the fire in her eyes, the way she stood up to me, unafraid. it definitely was exhilarating, and it stirred something in me.

i moved to the sofa in the corner of the room and sat down, staring at the flickering flame in my hand.

"she's changed," i murmured to myself, a smirk tugging at my lips. "finally grown an actual backbone, huh?"

"you were the one that pushed me away, touya. you were the one who wouldn't let me help."

my thoughts drifted back to the way she had looked, her silky bathrobe barely covering her. despite my anger and frustration, i couldn't deny the pull i felt towards her. it wasn't just about our past anymore—it was about the challenge she presented, the way she made me feel alive.

but there was something else too, a feeling that gnawed at the edges of my thoughts. regret.

i didn't come here tonight just to confront her. i had wanted to do more, and for a moment, it almost happened. i could see it in her eyes—the desire, the longing. it mirrored my own. but i stopped myself, just in time.

"why the hell did i stop?" i muttered, the frustration in my voice echoing off the walls. "was i afraid of what she'd think of me? of what i've become?"

nah, it can't be, right?

part of me wondered if she'd still want me as her husband despite everything, despite what i've done, what i am now. could she really look past the scars, the burns, the hate that consumes me? or was i just fooling myself, thinking that there could still be something between us?

"i haven't forgotten. have you?"

i extinguished the flame in my hand and stood up, my mind a chaotic mess of thoughts and emotions.

of course not, my love.

i couldn't deny that i wanted her. but was it for the right reasons? or was it just the thrill of having something i thought i'd lost forever?

"did i really pushed you away?" i wondered aloud, more to myself than anyone else. "because i sure as hell think i didn't."

but as much as i wanted her, i knew i couldn't have her—not the way i wanted, not with the man i've become.

with a heavy sigh, i turned to leave the room, the regret still lingering in the back of my mind.

because despite it all, i wanted more of her. but i knew deep down that wanting and having were two different things.