Erase Herゾごホ

君は - you

Time heals all, ever heard of that bullshit line?

I sat criss cross against the concrete beneath me, staring up at the starry sky above while I took a bite of the warm gingerbread cookie in my hand.

Time is not Recovery Girl, time is a hellish kind of disease. It ages your skin and writtles your bones, but worst of all it makes you temporarily forget. It does not heal, no, that is an illusion. Because somethings can never be healed.

I exhaled, seeing my breath create a small cloud in front of my face, reaching behind me and picking up the Cinnamon Coffee that was practically boiling. I pressed my lips against the plastic lid, gently tipping the cup up so the liquid would burn as it slid down my throat. Time is a cruel mistress who does nothing but steal from you.

For example; three months ago I whispered into Shota's ear that I had kept my promise and returned to him. That was three months ago and yet it hurts as if it was yesterday. Shota hasn't found me, I'm not entirely sure he's even looking at this point. One can only hope that the love he had for me was just as strong as mine for him, because I haven't stopped dreaming about him. I haven't stopped waiting for him to save me.

"Thought you'd be out here." His voice was a bit low, kind of gravely, but it held a warmth I had grown accustomed to. A warmth that seemed to be reserved only for me.

"Sparky." I hummed, holding up my gingerbread cookie as if to offer him a bite. He waved his hand, denying it, as he walked over the edge of the roof I was sitting on and sat beside me, our feet dangling off the side.

"What're you doing out here alone in the cold?" He asked, a small smile resting on his lips as he gently bumped shoulders with me. I shook my head, placing my coffee down as I kicked my legs like a child.

"Thinking." I mumbled, the ache in my chest returning just speaking about what consistently plagued my mind and tore my heart to bits. "It's a nice night." Dabi nodded in agreement, staring up at the sky with me.

"I've been thinking a lot too." He admitted, drawing in a deep breath as if whatever he had to say was something that hurt him too, "I think it's time you go back." My head snapped in his direction, an eyebrow raised.

"Back?" I questioned, holding my gingerbread cookie against my chest for warmth.

"To the land of the living." He sighed, pressing his palms into the conrete beneath him. "Shigaraki is willing to help track down the dude that killed you..."

"W-What?" I stuttered, my eyes widening while I turned to face my brother.

"...In exchange, he wants you to personally modify and engineer a Nomu." Dabi slapped his hands together, dusting off the bits of rock stuck to his skin as he looked at me. My lips parted, a fearful expression washing over me as I realized what Dabi was saying. "He makes good on his promises, that much of him is honest."

"But a Nomu? Like the monsters that destroyed the city, like the one that-." My words fell short as I remembered Shota talking about the first time he encountered the beast. How tramautized he was from almost losing his life to a test subject, now what if I were to create a better one? A more dangerous one?

"If it makes you feel any better, the Nomu would belong to me and only me." Dabi said, scratching the top of his head, "I mean, this is your ticket back Smokey. Back to your boyfriend, back to our-, your family."

"What about you?" I frowned, taking a small bite of the cookie in between my fingers, "You are my family, Dabi." I whispered, chewing the gingerbread slowly, trying to focus on the strong taste, trying to think of happier times I had eaten gingerbread cookies like; Christmas Eve or when I used to steal nibbles off of Shota's breakfast, rather than absorbing the fact that if I did indeed leave Azureth behind, I'd also be abadoning Dabi. Dabi smirked, looking back at me while tilting his head to the side.