Deja Vu
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A piece of your soul died with Touya that day atop Sekoto Peak, you knew that much to be true. And yet, somehow, it never felt as though he had truly left. Why else would your eyes drift to the shadow lingering just beyond your bedroom window on those especially quiet nights, your heart stuttering at the familiar shape? Why would you come home to find things in your room ever so slightly out of place, a perfume bottle left uncapped on your vanity, despite knowing with absolute certainty that you had never touched it? And why, when you met this man, Dabi, in the crowded streets of Yokohama city and looked into those piercing blue eyes, did it feel as though you were staring straight into the remnants of your childhood?
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