Kazemi has always been numb.
Quirk: Numb - the user has the ability to take away pain when they touch another's physical skin.
But the drawback...
She can't feel pain AT ALL.
Unless it is killing her. . .
𝖔𝖗 𝖋☠︎︎𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖔 𝖌𝖔𝖔𝖉...
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"It's nice to meet you, too." Shoto nodded his head at me, with no hint of a smile.
I saw the look of guilt on Dabi's face as he glanced at his little brother's hair and scar and I wondered what Shoto's natural hair color was. His hair was short, dyed half black and white, and tied up in a messy man bun. A few fly aways shadowed his eyes and the scar underneath his left eye. But his eyes are what mesmerized me. One eye was cyan life Dabi's while the other was silver.
The Todoroki brothers must have good genes to look this satisfying and not even have to try.
"What were you guys talking about again?" I asked.
"We were talking about your quirk." Atsuhiro said. "Dabi told us you're already creating scar tissue."
I couldn't help picking at my cuticles.
There were too many questions on their faces. I don't know if I should tell them the truth about my quirk or keep going with my half-lie. I was trying to protect Dabi, but now I know that was stupid of me. He figured it out without me even giving a thing away. It was almost selfish of me.
"Kazemi?" Toga chirped, taking me out of my guilty trance.
"Did you say something?" I asked, trying to stall.
My palms became sweaty, my heart beating in my chest. The room seemed to close in on me.
Why was I so nervous?
"You're creating scar tissue already." Dabi said lowly.
I gulped. "I heal fast."
The look on Dabi's face made my heart sink. He was disappointed and it was because of me. If I had simply told him the truth then all of this anxiety wouldn't be necessary. But I can't.
I can't go back to being her.
The girl that hurts people for sport. The girl who doesn't care. The girl who takes without asking. The girl with a villain's quirk. I was a monster back then, and if I went back there's no telling if I would be able to get out again.
"Kazemi,"
Dabi's deep voice made me release the breathe I didn't know I was holding.
His warm hand on my thigh made me jump and he pulled his hand away from me like I had burned him.
"DON'T TOUCH ME!" I screamed.
The entire diner went silent. I could feel their eyes on me, burning a hole in my neck.
