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In the back of his mind, Keigo thinks he might be suffocating, though he isn’t sure if it’s from the diminishing supply of oxygen in the air or from the weight of the words that Dabi had just dropped upon him.
There’s nothing but blue that swirls around them; deep cobalt-colored fire that circles Dabi as he stands over the winged hero, now grounded entirely as the remains of his last-standing feathers turn to ash from the heat. Somewhere from behind the wall of fire, Tokoyami continues to scream his name as Dark Shadow rages on, looking for any opening to turn the tide back in favor of the ‘heroes’.
If Keigo is being honest, he’s not sure what that word means anymore.
“Touya,” Keigo rasps, his throat constricting at the action of just saying that name aloud again, “I...I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
Dabi laughs -- a humorless and much more sane//somber//sober sound than Keigo has ever heard from the man; only adding to the dreaded pressure building within Keigo’ chest.
“How could you have?” Dabi...no, Touya offers, eyes boring in Keigo like a predator looking at their already-captured prey. The fight has left him, it seems, in the place of an almighty villain, Keigo can only see a tired man with nowhere to go but down from here.
From underneath his right eye, Dabi’s staples have loosened. Coupled with the steam rising from his eye sockets, the single trail of blood that seeps from the wound makes it look as though Dabi’s crying, betraying his careful facade of collected indifference.
"I made sure no one would.”