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It was sad to see it happen again. Kid after kid broken down by the world around them, the cruelty they never should’ve had to see. It was almost always the heroes fault, the green haired kid was simply the latest victim. Another victim that would never see the light of day again because of the things done to him.
He’d never forget the kid, even if he tried. Those green emerald gems looking at him with the weight of the world in them, so much pain and sorrow that a kid should never have in him. Dabi remembers how his smooth pale skin felt against his hands, he remembers how the kid sobbed and gripped onto him like he was the last person on earth. He remembers the relief in the kids eyes at the oncoming blaze.
It wasn’t an expression he was familiar with when it came to his fire, and for the first time ever Dabi felt like he’d done something good with his curse. With the flames that burned and burned until there was nothing left. He of all people provided mercy. It was something that haunted his mind.
Dabi had made sure to let the boy enjoy his last few hours, doing what he could to give him what he wanted. He’d taken a lot of firsts, but taking that boy's first kiss would forever be his favorite. A symbol of how truly fucked the world was. He didn’t even properly know the kids name, most called him Deku, but he felt disgusted calling a kid useless. They could justify it however they wanted, it would forever be an insult to everything the kid was.
Soft green curls had been reduced to ash, an intelligent brain would never think again, soulful eyes would never witness another sunset. The boy would never celebrate another birthday, never have a relationship, never hug his mother again. All because of the vile and disgusting vermin that called themselves heroes.
He wished to watch the light leave the eyes of every person who’d wronged him, the league, and now the kid. He and the freckled boy could’ve had something more, something wonderful, if the boy hadn’t been far too gone.
Dabi snarled to himself, glaring at the ground as he wandered. He had watched the funeral hiding from the sidelines as family and fake friends cried. Fake friends who acted as if they didn’t do this to both the kid and themselves. It pissed him off to an unreal extent, the only reason he didn't call them out and burn it all right then and there was the boy's mother.
She was just as broken as the boy, sobbing so violently it pulled and tugged at his burnt heart strings. She deserved to know more about how her son perished, she deserved to know why there was no body. She needed to know he died happy.
It was there he learned his name, ripped out of the crying women’s vocal cords.
He was going to the Izuku’s house where his mother resided, and then he was going to U.A. Where he would scream the truth at those spoiled liars and revel in their pain and grief. He would make them know that it truly was all their fault.