[how ironic would it be for a school that trains child soldiers to have classes about handling death? shouto'd been too young and too distracted to be bothered much when touya died. enough he likely didn't consider the severity of having someone pass away in front of him. and safely locked away in the todoroki estate, only to transition to u.a., he never had to deal with death. on the other hand, dabi remembers the very first person he killed. remembers the first time he saw someone die. two different events, two very different emotions. one of them uncontrollable, leaving him frightened over what he just witness. the other in his control as he glared down at them, breath heavy, face tense, but everything inside racing miles per hour.
which was it this time? did allen die? or did dabi kill him? which one is shouto crying about?
he watches the final embers of the priest's life go out and the hand fall, heat gone, the radiance dark. tch, he can't even take satisfaction in the guy's death. dabi didn't kill him. that fucking monster did. really had no reason to kill him, though it still annoys him just how much of his mind this nosy "hero" saw of him. there's no "told ya" or "good riddance" to be had here. only the presence of his sibling sobbing over some stranger dabi barely knew. bet shouto didn't cry this hard when touya died...
that sudden cracking sound makes him tense up and a second later, everything's swept back in a glacier. dabi swings his arm behind him, leaning back as his other moves to cross in front of him, intending to block himself from getting flash frozen or impaled. all that roaring and crackling blue abruptly blankets in white and the burning village subsides around them. silencing in the darkness and frost of the instant ice age.
touya exhales, breath puffing the frost from his lips as he ignites his quirk. heat bursts out in a fast plume to evaporate the ice and frost coating him. no thanks, little puppet. he's not gonna get glaciated over your mourning. but he isn't leaving yet either, lingering around shouto for a while longer.
he's a bastard. what'd you expect, allen? your death to spark some kindling of brotherly bonding between them and patch up years of damage instantly by some stranger's good wishes? dream on. he's here mostly to make sure the idiot doesn't hurt himself in his grief. half because that's his prerogative. half because if allen comes back, dabi's pretty sure he'd get hell from the annoyance if shouto got hurt at his pyre under his watch. ugh... annoying.
dabi frowns when the golden ball waddles over to shouto and... what's that? pats him? oh, it's trying to comfort him. what a weird-looking omen. did allen make that? that is an omen, right? they stay when their owner dies? shit, he has questions. it's obviously alive. unless it's allen's... soul? trying to stop shouto from doing something. shit, now he doesn't know if it's allen or something else entirely.]
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which was it this time? did allen die? or did dabi kill him? which one is shouto crying about?
he watches the final embers of the priest's life go out and the hand fall, heat gone, the radiance dark. tch, he can't even take satisfaction in the guy's death. dabi didn't kill him. that fucking monster did. really had no reason to kill him, though it still annoys him just how much of his mind this nosy "hero" saw of him. there's no "told ya" or "good riddance" to be had here. only the presence of his sibling sobbing over some stranger dabi barely knew. bet shouto didn't cry this hard when touya died...
that sudden cracking sound makes him tense up and a second later, everything's swept back in a glacier. dabi swings his arm behind him, leaning back as his other moves to cross in front of him, intending to block himself from getting flash frozen or impaled. all that roaring and crackling blue abruptly blankets in white and the burning village subsides around them. silencing in the darkness and frost of the instant ice age.
touya exhales, breath puffing the frost from his lips as he ignites his quirk. heat bursts out in a fast plume to evaporate the ice and frost coating him. no thanks, little puppet. he's not gonna get glaciated over your mourning. but he isn't leaving yet either, lingering around shouto for a while longer.
he's a bastard. what'd you expect, allen? your death to spark some kindling of brotherly bonding between them and patch up years of damage instantly by some stranger's good wishes? dream on. he's here mostly to make sure the idiot doesn't hurt himself in his grief. half because that's his prerogative. half because if allen comes back, dabi's pretty sure he'd get hell from the annoyance if shouto got hurt at his pyre under his watch. ugh... annoying.
dabi frowns when the golden ball waddles over to shouto and... what's that? pats him? oh, it's trying to comfort him. what a weird-looking omen. did allen make that? that is an omen, right? they stay when their owner dies? shit, he has questions. it's obviously alive. unless it's allen's... soul? trying to stop shouto from doing something. shit, now he doesn't know if it's allen or something else entirely.]
Oy. Didn't someone say the dead come back here?