Alright, Dabi is Touya. He does not know he is Touya. Dabi doesn’t remember shit about his childhood or his past. He’d been kinda hoping he or someone else would’ve figured it out by now, but even checking online conspiracy theories daily hasn’t gotten him anywhere because nothing seems to fit quite right.
Only, there was one he read recently, and it had a shit ton of evidence and was really well put forward. The jist of it is that he’s actually a nomu.
Dabi swears he’s not a nomu, but shit, his memory is really bad and they made a lot of good points, plus he hasn’t slept in like 36 hours, oh fuck maybe they’re right.
A sleep deprived Dabi stumbles out into the main living room and Tomura’s chilling on the couch and they lock eyes for like a solid minute before Dabi can’t take it anymore.
“Okay, just to be sure, I’m not a Nomu, right?”
Tomura has to stare for like another 10 seconds trying to figure out if Dabi is fucking with him.
“What the fuck- no??? I’m like 90% sure you’re not? Why the fuck are you asking me?”
Fuck it, Dabi decides to just show his hand because it’s been like a year and he’s gotten no where.
“Alright, all cards on the table here, my memory is pretty fucked up. Probably has something to do with all burns. Plus the heat stroke, which I assume must’ve happened at some point.”
Yeah, that adds up. Not for the first time, Tomura idly wonders how the fuck Dabi is alive as the man keeps talking.
“Anyways, basically I have no idea who the fuck I was or what I was doing any more than 2 years ago, and like, honestly even a few months back is stretching it. But I’ve been keeping an eye on stuff online to see if anyone else figures it out, and there was a really convincing video about me being a Nomu. It didn’t sound right, but I wanted to check. You’re sure it’s wrong though, right?”
Tomura would be judgemental about this, but he can’t really be. Like, he did also forget basically all of his childhood for quite awhile, so he gets it.
Well, he didn’t really have plans for this evening anyways.
They end up watching it together and by the end of it Tomura has to the call Dr. Ujiko to confirm that Dabi isn’t a nomu, because fuck that video made some good points.
But nope, it’s not right, so Dabi’s back at square one.
Now Tomura’s invested in this though, he wants to figure out who the fuck Dabi was, and quickly the two of them fall down the rabbit hole of youtube conspiracies.
It takes all of a few hours for the rest of the league to get in on it.
Hawks walks in at like 9 am the next morning and the whole league is just there, they’ve got a big wall of crazy with pushpins and red strings behind them and a whiteboard beside that with “Who the FUCK is Dabi?” written on it and like a million notes/theories on the whiteboard.
There’s several seconds of silence before Tomura breaks it.
“Listen, either sit your ass down and help or get the fuck out. We’re not doing anything else until we figure this shit out.”
Hawks closes the door behind him and goes to take a seat, grumbling under his breath.
“Well, this explains why I couldn’t figure this shit out either.”
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