Disdain [Dabi x Reader]

XX

The sweet scent of Rindou nectar engulfed his frame, seeping past his tamed mein and into his muscles. He fits perfectly in his mother's hug, chin settled on her shoulder and head bobbing slightly with every stroke of his hair.

"Touya." Rei's voice is meek, it strains from the sobs clogging her airway. Her knees are rooted on the floor as she squeezes her pale-haired child into her chest, quivering fingers caressing his head, firm yet hesitant. As if she feared he might shatter and disappear once more if she wasn't diligent. "You're alive."

His siblings stand behind their mother, both sets of eyes strained at the eldest. Fyumi's vision fogs with tears and her hands clasp her mouth. Natsu's stare is one of pure disbelief, gaping with slack arms at the scene before him.

Touya's arms feel like lead and it all feels distant.

The soft sobs beside his ear sound muffled, the press of the body against him pricks with needles. It numbs. And his father's large figure steps closer, looming over him.

Touya could hardly make out his face. His features appeared of pale blotches smeared together. He could tell his father was speaking from the movements of his jaw, but the words buzzed low with no syllables.

He doesn't react much: simply staring up as he tries to focus on the voice, but it seems to buzz louder with more incoherency, not long before a ring grapples along.

It's uncomfortably cold around him.

The first thing he absorbs is the scent of the clean air. The soft chatter follows soon after. He feels heavy. Comprehension is slow to return, and it takes him a few moments to register the tiled, off-white ceiling he was gazing at.

He all but leaps off his back, wincing slightly at the stiffness in his bones. A feeling of deja vu drifts through him, but his attention doesn't dote on it. Instead, it studies the room he was in. Colourful and cutesy. There are cartoonish flowers on the walls. He glances down at the barricades at the end of the bed: this was a hospital bed. Was this a hospital? The catheter over his hand only concurs.

"Oh! It's sleepy-head!"

"Wah!? Really?!"

"He's finally awake! Teacher, Sleepy-head's awake!"

"It's been three years!"

The high-pitched voices crowd him as soon as he slides open the door, loud and overwhelming. The last thing he expected was a sea of children sitting in groups around childish tables. He blinks at the blonde girl leaping before him, large eyes wide with glee.

'three years?!' His brain finally logged. He doesn't bother wasting time as he pushes through the sea of kids circling him.

Even as he uses all his might to push past his fatigue, his movements still feel lethargic, mind slightly dazed. It also racks with discomfort. Past the creaking of his joints, his body just feels wrong. It feels too big, too unusual. This whole scene he's been lugged into is unnerving and the disjointed sensation warps stronger as he stares at the uncanny figure before him.

"Sorry, but you can't do that, Sunshine!" The man with a peculiar sun face beams at him.

Touya's chest constricts with discomfort. "Huh!? Why!?"

"From now on, you'll live here with everyone! This is your new family!" The man's words made no sense and only hefted Touya's disorientation.

"No! I need to go home!" He retorts, stepping forward. His flare settles slightly as he mulls over his words. "...My family... they're worried about me. they haven't seen me in months, they must think I'm dead. I gotta go and tell them I'm ok."

His voice quietens and he glances down as he speaks. "And I still need to-- My dad-"

"Show him your capabilities?" Touya blinks at the voice interrupting him. His pupils slowly shift to his side, gaze locking onto the computer lonesomely sitting on the desk, the screen illuminating ominously. The only visuals on it were the bright neon purple texts: 'Sound only'. "I'm afraid that won't be possible."

Touya's form sagged for a beat, blinking at the screen with twitching expressions. He swallows thickly before he's able to collect his thoughts, and when his mind fog clears ever so slightly, he realizes what the mysterious, deep voice might be entailing. "No-! It is! (Y/n) said--"

"Ah, (Y/n)." The static noise cuts him short again. "They truly were remarkable, and so was the work they'd performed on you. It's a shame they're no longer with us, they would've been able to patch you up better than we ever could."

"Wha-What do you mean?" He hurriedly asks, voice cracking due to prolonged disuse.

"An altercation with the heroes three years ago ended unpredictably. Damages were catastrophic, and they'd succumbed to their injuries. As for your quirk... After the damage you'd sustained, along with an already frail structure due to your previous incomplete recovery, there was only so much we could do."

With every word that reverberated through the room, his cyan irises shrank further, heart thumping faster and recollections searing his brain.

"You can no longer use your quirk, at least, no where near its previous power."

The sparse strength in him wanes and he isn't sure what to do, what to think, what to say, how to respond with the bile stinging his throat. His body bends forward, shriveling into himself with his hands clutching at his sore face.

"You poor thing. It must be painful, being so helpless. But, rest assured, you still have hope-"

"Shut up." His whisper heaves out, hardly audible. At the bemused, almost mocking hum from the device, Touya slowly peeks his eyes from his fingers, his face twisted in disdain. 

"Shut up. Shut up!" He straightens himself and charges at the computer. The broad man, 'teacher', with the sun-face reaches Touya before he can slam his spindly knuckles against the screen.

"SHUT UP!" He repeats, fighting against the strong hold of the man. 

"I'M GOING HOME!"