Minutely Hero (Bakudeku)

11

And that is how Dabi found himself sleeping outdoors, head aching as if he was hung over when he has no memory of touching alcohol. He rubbed his head, sitting up grouchily, where was he? He looked around him. His eyes zeroing on the campfire traces from the previous night. Right, he ate dinner outdoors. He stood up, stretching his stiff muscles, weirdly enough for sleeping in such uncomfortable position, he was feeling quite refreshed. And he can no longer feel the weight clutching his heart. That is weird.

He turned and spotted a tuft of green hair, he crawled, memory glitching in his head, 'this kid...'

He stood up, taking closer look at the boy that was sprawled, limb stretched away from his body like a starfish, "it is the perverted kid!" Dabi growled under his breath. Oh how he would like to choke the kid in his sleep, hmm, his eyes fell on the kid's chest. Just what is that? A ball? He crouched, getting closer to the ball that was slightly moving. His face was a hair away from the white fluff, he brought his finger to poke it, curiosity taking over his senses, "Dabi-san?"

Dabi froze when he heard the childish, drowsy voice, he awkwardly turned his head, looking at Izuku who rubbed his eyes and a yawn escaping his parted mouth.

Turquoise locked with emerald, "W-What are you doing?" Izuku glanced at the object Dabi seemed to touch, "Sensei?" he tilted his head, sleep still clouding his vision. Then, he looked back at Dabi, "Dabi-san."

"Uh... this is a dream,"

Izuku nodded his head, failing to understand the words, "Dream?"

"Yes, a dream!" Dabi looked uncomfortable as hell, and that went unnoticed by Izuku. "So, this is a dream?" Izuku yawned again looking right and left, "It looks too real, but maybe it is since the real life Dabi would choke me!" Izuku grinned and poked Dabi's cheek. "Hmm..." Izuku brought his face closer to Dabi's face, and held the scarred face between his hands, "WOOOW, the scars look real! I can even feel them!"

If Dabi looked uncomfortable a minute ago, then he looks livid now. Izuku paid no heed to the flames that were appearing on the older's arm. Assuming that they won't hurt him, since it is a dream. He was still examining the scars, tracing the folded skin softly.

Dabi raised his arms to burn the kid alive, his skin prickling at the foreign touch, his only wish now is to kill the boy in front of him. He was inches away from frying the broccoli, but then he just had to talk and ruin his plans.

"It must have hurt." Izuku caressed the damaged skin, "Must have been really painful. Dabi-san you tolerated all this pain all alone, look at how badly they healed, you didn't even receive proper treatment from the looks of it," Izuku smiled sadly. Dabi gulped, his nerves going haywire, For the first time ever, the scarred man felt lost, alone in this world. The memories of his father abusing, making him use his quirk when he couldn't control the flames. His mother cries and begging echoing in his ears. The days he had to patch himself, sew the torn skin with his clumsy; shaky fingers. Dabi let out a shaky breath, "Ne, Dabi-san, who did this to you?"

Dabi is not obligated to answer the greenette, but he did it anyways, "My...Father."

He expected the boy to look surprised or look at him in pity, but that didn't happen, Izuku still had that sad smile, and he didn't say anything, he just kept caressing the older's cheeks and petting the tangled ashy hair.

"Are you possibly thinking of revenge, Itachi-kun?"

"...I swear to god that this story can't stand serious conversions!"Dabi fired back, a vein threatening to pop, but then the answer the boy was waiting for never came.

Izuku grinned for a second, before he gave the scarred cheeks a pat; "You know fake Dabi-san," Izuku stopped petting the older so lovingly, "Hmm?" Dabi answered back, "I would like to do this to the real Dabi-san," Izuku exclaimed with a bright grin, taking the older by surprise, "What caressing his face?"