𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 ⟢ 𝘁. 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗶/𝗱𝗮𝗯𝗶

𝟐𝟓

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𝐲𝐨𝐮

it had been a few days since that tense moment with hawks. i knew i'd messed up when he saw the hickey, the way his eyes locked onto it, and how his smile faltered when i made that stupid comment about him sleeping with his fans. but i brushed it off. hawks and i—we were best friends. we could fix things. he didn't need to know everything going on in my life.

yet, things had changed. hawks was giving me the silent treatment, and when he did come by, it was strictly professional. no more hanging out, no dinner plans, no casual talks. he even refused to let me know the league's plans. it felt like i'd been downgraded to just a work colleague.

had my comment really messed things up that badly? or did he already know about dabi?

i buried myself in work, spending hours in the lab with mei. her usual bubbly, hyper-focused energy was a welcome distraction from the mess in my head. we tinkered with hero gear, lost track of time, and drowned out the world.

but later, when i headed to the todoroki residence, like i always did, that familiar flutter crept back in. it always happened around them, around his family. fuyumi greeted me with a warm smile, and natsuo was his usual teasing self, but they both noticed something. the way they kept glancing at me, like i was glowing or something, said it all.

"you seem more... lively these days," fuyumi remarked as we sat down for tea, curiosity dancing in her eyes. "does hawks have something to do with that?"

i almost choked on my tea, laughing it off, though her words hit closer than she realized. "no, it's not hawks," i replied, shaking my head. "we're just busy with work, nothing like that."

her smile softened, like she understood something i wasn't ready to admit. "well, whatever or whoever it is, i'm happy for you, sis."

how i wish to tell you that it's actually your brother.

we chatted, slipping into that comfortable silence that only comes from years of knowing someone. being with them felt right, like i belonged. like i'd always be part of this family, no matter what.

but as night fell, the air shifted—thicker, heavier, anticipation crackling in the quiet. i knew what was coming. it had become a routine by now; he would show up, unannounced, like he always did. and we'd fall into each other's arms, again and again.

that night, after i got home from seeing the todorokis, i showered away the day's interactions. but i knew it wouldn't be long before he arrived. and like clockwork, i heard that familiar knock on my window. a quiet, insistent tap that sent a shiver down my spine.

i opened the window, and there he was—touya, climbing in with that familiar gleam in his blue eyes, something dark and longing.

"miss me?" he murmured, a smirk tugging at his lips as he brushed past me.