yemihikari
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- Parts 18
Dabi exists and yet doesn't, is thirteen yet sixteen, three years lost with home no longer being a home, feeling like a burned-out shell of his former self with no real identity, everything having been burned away the night he lost control of his Quirk. Blair, in turn, doesn't expect to find out this burned-out shell of a kid digging through his dumpster in need of a good meal, to know he's no failure, and deserves to be loved, one step at a time, starting with a much-needed meal.
Disclaimer - I don't own My Hero Academia or First Descendant. This was written for Open Novella, Number twenty-eight, "Self-love often starts small, like planting a single seed. With time, patience, and a bit of light, it will blossom" as the main, and forty-six, "»We love broken, beautiful people. And it doesn't get more obviously broken and more classically beautiful than you.« (A slightly modified quote from »Daisy Jones & The Six« by Taylor Jenkins Reid)" as well.