Make The Best Out Of It, A Dabihawks Story

8; Reaper

Walking through those familiar hallways was one of the weirdest things I'd done these last few days-if you're not counting that i basically ran away with fugitives- I'd abadoned this house with the thought, i'd never set foot in it again. Yet i had always kept it in my name, i had someone take care of it once in a while. Spare one room in the house, no one had set foot in there since i had moved away all those years ago. Toya and I arrived at the door with my name carved in a name plate, it was just a plain gold one, no decorations on it, just plain gold.

"Did I ever tell you that my mum never thought I'd become a hero?" I spoke up, not yet opening the door. Toya crossed his arms and shook his head, "Heh, of course I didn't," I scoffed before continuing, "She thought my quirk was too weak or some shit, I don't know." I shrugged, "She and I had a tough relationship and and an even worse one with my father. He abused me, my mother did nothing about it, like she didn't even care, though she did." I grabbed ahold of the doorknob but i didn't open it yet.

"Mum had it tough when my dad had finally left and in that time she would ask me why i was even born and that my quirk and I didn't even a use. She said i was useless and a disgrace."

I opened the door and looked away. I took a small step back to let Toya step inside.

"She did this after my graduation," I explained, "I send her to a mental hospital not long after, she died there."

Dabi stepped further inside and that made me finally look up and into the mess of what used to be my room; posters were ripped apart hanging lose from where i stuck them to the wall; pages of books were scattered across the floor, the spines of the books lying amongst them; shelves were torn from the walls; drawers had been emptied and had created piles of my old clothes thrown all across the room.

"I've never known why she did this." I finally spoke up, my voice only slightly shaking but even more so when i said the next thing, "I was scared to walk through these halls, first because of my fathers hard fists, then because of my mum who said horrible things. But you know, i still loved her, and she had her nice moments." It wasn't an excuse for her, no far from that, I had accepted a long time ago that my mum hadn't been a good mother, but she had loved me in her own fucked up way and I had made peace with it.

I looked around the room again, the sheets on the bed were ripped apart, feathers from the pillows were lying helplessly on the torn sheets. I wanted to turn my head away from it but i noticed something shining in the dim moonlight that come through the window. In the wood of the bed was a dagger stuck. I slowly made my way through the room, grabbed ahold of the hilt and pulled it out of the wood. I inspected it with a curious eye, in the blade was my family name- iTakami- ingraved. I hadn't noticed Dabi had followed me into the room and slightly jumped as he put a hand on my shoulder, "I didn't know about all this." he said sadly. I shrugged.

"I had never told anyone about this before, Rumi knows part of the story but not much," i rubbed my forehead with my hand. "You're the first person i told this too,"

Toya pulled me with a careful hand out of the mess I used to call my room, i clutched the dagger in my hand.
"Sorry." i said once he closed the door behind him. "What're you sorry for?" Dabi asked.

I shrugged again not answering. "You're such a pain in the ass sometimes." He stated and he shook his head at me. I only chuckled slightly before we went downstairs again to grab our bags, I put the blade in my bag safely, and i grabbed a bottle from the plastic bag.

"We're gonna head to bed." Dabi announced before we went upstairs again. I led him towards my mum's old bedroom. It was a plain but big room. In the middle of the room was a huge bed with the headboard against the wall, a wardrobe on the left side against the wall, a work table on the right. I put my bag down on the table before jumping onto the bed spreading my sore limps.