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He wasn’t Touya.
He is Dabi.
Touya was a child that was burned to death by his own blood.
Dabi is going to cremate the world.
Touya had three siblings that he would have and did die for.
Dabi doesn’t have a family.
Touya was kind because kindness was the only thing left he had to give.
Dabi hates kindness, it was just fancy lies.
Touya wanted to save people.
Dabi couldn’t save himself.
He just wants everything to stop hurting.
He gets captured, and he sits in a cell knowing exactly what the blood draw means.
He waits and waits.
Finally Eraserhead, and a detective, the truth quirk one, walking in looking at him with unreadable faces.
Dabi smirks, pulling at his the staples, “Not what you expected ain’t it.”
“Touya Todoroki,” Eraserhead greets.
Dabi barres his teeth, “My name is Dabi now,” then a paradox of smile crosses his lips, they want to play this game, he has more cards than them, “Touya is dead because of his jackass father burnt him alive for failing. I am just what is left.” He kind of wished his hands were free so he could do a dramatic gesture, but he made do.
The way the detective flinched and eyes widen in shock, and Eraserhead’s mask cracks just a little to show horror and shock, had Dabi crackling, “Oh yes, your number one hero, has been the number one villain in his wife and children stories for over two decades. So much for a hero society that lets a wife beater and child killer be their number one hero.”
“So becoming a villain makes you better?”
Dabi snorts, “Eh, I never pretended I was anything less than the product of my environment. I know being a villain isn’t any better, but fuck at least I am honest. Everyone knows I am a monster,” He let a little of the crazy show in his eyes. Enjoying the way the two shifted as if he was capable of breaking the quirk suppressing handcuffs.
“But you don’t want to talk about the long ashen past, tell me what did you want to know before you knew my previous incarnation,” Dabi purrs. He wasn’t about to let them control the game.
He wasn’t going to let anyone get the upper hand on him again.
The two shared a look and seemed to understand that Dabi was done talking about the long burned past.
The detective opened up his notebook and pulled out a recording device. Eraserhead moved to stand in the corner of the room, (still in his line of sight, and he hated how thankful that to the hero for not standing in his blindspots).
Dabi settled back getting comfortable for a long questioning.
He wondered if the two would do anything about what he told them, about Endeavour.
Some part of him scoffed because no one had before, but even Shigraki respected the hell out of Eraserhead for being the kind of hero he was, and he had seen the cases the truth quirk detective had been on when his file came up in their surveillance of All-Might.
They might.
So, maybe, maybe he wasn’t Touya anymore, maybe he is Dabi, but also maybe he could save himself,
and his siblings.
Maybe no one else would be hurt by him again.