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[straightforthefl00r]

the world in a breath

Laid at the base of a mountain of rubble, you could smell the sharp sting of iron in the air. It was a wasteland.

You could feel the even sharper stab in your side.

The hero you were fighting was just a little too fast; you were a little too slow and a little too cocky for once. Dabi always told you not to be so full of yourself. You always replied that he loved it, really. He always rolled his eyes then. However, it was too late when pain bloomed above your right hip.

You let out a breathless chuckle. You swear you saw him fighting close by you, but, now, he was nowhere to be found. What you would not give to hear his voice bantering with yours. You could imagine what he would say if he saw you like this.

“Well… I told you so, didn’t I? I said that if you don’t pay attention and actually - you know - think for once, you would end up like this.” 

Even in your imagination, he was an insufferable fuck. You let out a breathless chuckle. Oh, the good old times. You missed him.

After you escaped the hero, your wound had split and climbed. There was now a long tear in your flesh, running diagonally across your stomach. You could picture the trail of hot blood you left in your wake. Long cold by now.

You groaned in pain.

Too much blood. You have lost too much, haven’t you? Will you die? Are you finally tired of fighting? Heroes against villains and the likes, who cares anymore? A ringing noise that you did not hear before started to deafen your other thoughts.

Your head killed. Maybe you should have been more prepared. Maybe you should have told him. Time, after all, was never on your side.

Cotton started to numb your senses. It never felt so gentle before.

Closing your eyes, you fell into the softness.

You could have been laying there in a pool of blood hours, dipping in and out of consciousness, before you smelt the familiar smell of smoke. It always lingered around like a shadow, but it was stronger now.

“What the fuck happened to you?” An alarmed voice called out.

If you were not so tired, you would have replied with something drenched in sarcasm (“ I wasn’t stabbed at all, clearly,”) but you stayed silent.

“Oi, get up.” He sounded so far away, despite his close presence.

“Open your eyes!”

He was trying to lift you up now, You could not help the weak hiss that escaped your lips. Your eyes fluttered open.

Dabi was always sharp, as pointed as glass and as unforgiving as his flames. Seeped in the ways of a true cynic, he never cared. He held his secrets so close that they were stitched into the very fabric of his being. Dabi was an ass. He was never considerate and he never talked simply. His words were always cryptic and scathing.

“Touya.” You breathed. Your vision was blurred, but you could make out the cloud-coloured hair. He held you so urgently, as if you were the world that was about to slip from his fingertips.

“Thought I was going to need to kiss you awake.” He joked, voice trembling.

He touched your cheek; you were cold in his arms — frightfully so.

“Let’s get you back to base, okay?”

He tried as delicately as he could to pick you up bridal-style, careful not to jostle you too much. Your blood stained his clothes and dripped onto his arms, mingling with his own. He started to run.

He had just finished burning up a hero and left to look for you since you had run off. Dabi was not worried about it — he would never let himself be — but Touya was. He was nauseous when he saw you lying there surrounded by rubble. The mask he tried so hard to curate and keep up was now shedded.

You gazed hazily up at him. Touya’s face was contorted into one worry and concern. Your normally animated face was still and there, in place of it, was a small frown. It looked as if you were trying to burn his face into your memory. Your eyelids started to flicker; you were getting awfully tired. You wanted to sleep.

“Hey, idiot. Keep your, fucking eyes, open.” His voice raised slightly, panting.

“I-I don’t think I can.”

He could barely hear your voice. You sounded so fragile, after all this time knowing you, you were never fragile, far from it.

“Abso-fucking-lately you can.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Listen to me for once!”

He slowed down. You let out a breath and breathed in again

In and out.

“Okay, doll. You don’t want to open your eyes fine. Fucking fine, but keep breathing.”

In and out.

“Yes, that’s it. We’re almost there, in and out.”

Your breathing began to slow. Touya was so soft and warm, you leaned your head closer to his chest — so warm.

You tried to wrench your eyes open. He looked so pretty and red. Your frown deepened. Touya was never red, always blue. You lifted your hand to touch his cheek. Blood. Your heart sank. He cried blood.

“I love you.”

It was so quiet that Touya could hardly hear it.

His eyes darted back down to you again, shock was evident in his eyes. Your hand was freezing against his cheek.

He was not about to let you go. You could not just do this.

It sounded like goodbye.

“Fucking save your breath,” He muttered almost as quietly as you, “Don’t say that.”

“I love you…”

“Stop!”

Your eyes were shut again, breathing even slower and weaker than before.

In and … out.

“I love you too, you hear me?”

Nothing.

“Get those eyes open now!”

Touya stopped in his tracks, shaking and praying to any god out there, begging to anyone for you to still be there. Your body in his arms was a cold comfort. He could barely gather his strength to look down again.

You were still.

So, utterly, still.

He looked down, eyes lingering over your features one by one. He saw you breathe in, then out.

In, then, out.

And then, you did not breathe in again.

Touya dropped to his knees, feeling light headed and like the earth had just collapsed on him. His bloody tears dripped onto your face. He wiped them off of your beautiful face, his other arm still clutching you. He could not help but stare. He stared and stared at you.

He thought of all the times you smiled at him, a beaming smile, as bright as fire. Teeth and all. He thought of all the times you frowned at him for overusing his quirk, the pained sighs you made as you stapled him back together. His chest was heavy with all the memories he had of you. He thought that he was being crushed by the weight of everything.

He was in agony.

He screamed.

The world in a breath.

Gone.

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