The Not So Villainous Villain (A Dabi is Touya Todororki Theory)

Chapter 6

TRIGGER WARNING: BLOOD/TORTURE IN THIS CHAPTER

I wake up sitting in a poorly built wooden chair, having splinters stick in areas where splinters shouldn't be. My hands are tied to the chair's arms, and my feet are bound to the floor. 

I groan loudly, rolling my head from side to side trying to regain feeling in my stiff neck. I lazily open my eyes, wincing from the lack of light infiltrating my unadjusted irises. "Where..." my voice trails off. 'Where am I?' I think to myself. I search the room thoroughly for a sign of recognition with what I could see.  

"You're awake!" shouts a girly voice, the steady thumping of bouncing up and down indicates that she is either happy or crazy. Oh, I know who this is. 

"Hey, Toga." I groan, straining my already stiff neck so I can try to see the crazy blonde vampire. 

She leaps in front of me, eyeing my shackled limbs. "Why are you tied up, Dabi-Kun?" Her head crooks to the side, eyes lingering on my immobile body frame. She gasps, leaping away from me like a frog evading capture. "Is it because you quit the League?" 

I roll my eyes and reply, "No, it's because I fucked Shigaraki's mom."

She stifles a laugh, leaning closer to my face, "Really?"

I snap my head forward, headbutting her in the nose. "No, you dumbass. It's because I quit the League." 

She rubs her nose and glares at me, her canary eyes scanning my body. Why do I get the feeling something bad is going to happen? 

Toga storms out the room, banging her heels on the floor. 

I remain in the room alone, staring at nothing, the ticking of a nearby clock slowly driving me insane. My ears strain to focus on some other sound, my attempt to drown out the patterned beating of the clock. My ears concentrate on the constant dripping of a water faucet. I groan loudly, rocking my body back and forth, taking the chair with me. 

"UGH!!! SHUT UP!!" I shout at the non-living object producing the noises. 'Oh, shit,' I was moving too much. 

I topple forwards, taking the chair with me. I drop on my face, my neck turned so I didn't break my nose. 

"Ughhhhhhhhhh...." 

Now I'm stuck in a very uncomfortable position while having to deal with the of a clock and the dripping of water droplets. I hate my life.

After what feels like hours, the door behind me opens. Sneakers squeak against the stone-cold floor. A dry snicker erupts from the incoming person. 

"Well, well, well, Dabi." says a coarse childish voice. Shigaraki. "Look's like someone fell." He kicks me hard in the gut. "Oops, my foot slipped." 

I groan loudly, rolling my eyes at Shigaraki and spitting on his shoe. That action gains me the sole of his shoe on my head, rubbing on my face like putting out a cigarette. Shigaraki bends down to my face, grabbing my face with his hand, his pointer finger hovering from my cheek. 

"Having fun there, Touya?" he snarkily asks, spitting on my face next to his red converse. He steps off my face and backs away, sticking his hands in his pockets and turning around. He walks out of the darkroom and closes the door behind him. 

A few minutes pass and another person comes in, he turns on the lights and wheels in a metal cart. The mysterious person grabs my splintered chair and hauls me and the furniture back up.