people saying they would survive saw traps because they wouldn't waste time is bizarre. like, imagine waking up with no idea where you are chained to a terrifying trap and a strange voice says you gotta break all your bones in your arms and legs or the machine would fry you alive in less than two minutes or something. who wouldn't lose their absolute shit in the process in the face of death and waste time and then be considered worthless because they didn't have a will to live. like really. yeah it's so simple just break all your fingers on one hand in less than a minute or get your eyes sucked out of your skull. perform brain surgery on yourself in less than 3 minutes or get fried and electrocuted alive via your head. cut off your leg and suction out bone marrow in less than 3 minutes or get decapitated via razor wire. like I don't have a will to live because I don't want to horrendously mutilate my own body to survive. like bitch you might as well just shoot me in the fucking head at that point.
tw: blood, Rot, Gore, Burning off a Limb, Description of Healing Quirk that requires Self Mutilation.
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He slowly but surely got everything together in this… frankly disgusting warehouse. Being the third day Izuku has insisted they keep on moving in erratic patterns. Honestly that kid was on the verge of paranoia if he hadn't seen the creatures sent after him.
Dabi hums as he cooks a quick meal, the kid coming back from his patrol in a bit then they would move. As he tossed the spice in he allowed a little flare like he did with 'yumi. Wait. Nope no no nope. He isn't going down that memory lane.
Grabbing the latest trinket that shoto made -holy shit that kid made a flamethrower disguised as a Transformer Toy- he Cackles and toasts the bread. That kid had a hidden talent.
Bang
Crash.
A yelp and groan
"Q?" Dabi's head whips around. Shit. The kids' heads whipped up. His eyes are red rimmed and mouth slightly open in breathy gasps.
"D-Dabi"
"Oh kid wh-"
The stench of rot floods the warehouse
"Dabi. I- I found the root. I found out who is behind Nomu. All for one"
"Q. Q c'mon we gotta get you sitting. Dear kami you smell"
Izuku laughs and it scares Dabi. It's short and pained and matched so many of Dabi's own early manic laughs when he burned himself.
Dabi's Throat tightens and sees the kid's arm. It's almost gone. The bone itself is snapped. A maggot falls into the ground with Gruesome Rotting flesh. That. That was Quirk Made.
"I didn't know. He didn't tell me Dabi! That man! He had so many Quirks. Dabi it hurts!" Izuku falls into Dabi's arms as he rushes forward "burn it. burn it off!"
"Q! You need a hospital!"
"No"
Izuku's voice booms and he Bursts into rough sobbing
"He'll find me. He'll find me and make me a Doll Nomu like mom!"
"I'll be there! I'll protect you!"
Izuku grabs Dabi's with a crooked hand from a Quirk he no longer has
"It's Rotting. My body will rot. Burn my arm. I would rather lose an arm then live in the agony he told me. I refuse to suffer by his hand."
Dabi grimaces. Heat rising in his hand. Izuku screams and Dabi pulls away.
"Q-"
"Ignore me"
Dabi winces and slams his hand into Izuku's shoulder
The screams echo and echo. And Dabi slowly burns flesh. Not his own for once.
Touya wants to fight. To look away. He wants to escape hurting his family.
"Hold on Q. Hold on for us. Shoto has more trinkets for you. Your mom would be disappointed if you met her in the afterlife so soon. Hold on Izuku."
Dabi wants nothing more to wipe his hands of this. To have never had these feelings of family with Izuku and his littlest brother Shoto. To have never felt more than burning hate. "Hold on." He whispers as the screams stop and Izuku's head falls back.
Dabi picks him up, and he creates the fallen rotting arm. Grabbing the bags he packed earlier he runs out and sets the warehouse ablaze.
"Hold on" dabi whispers as he sweeps into a underground clinic
"OI. WE GOT A QUIRKLESS HERE. HAD TA CAUTERIZE HIS ARM OFF. TELL THE DOC THAT DABI IS REDEEMING HIS LAST FAVOR"
A voice from his past makes him freeze "Doc ain't in. I'll take him." Dabi turns slowly. Natsuo. He's so big compared to the tiny kid he used to be. Dabi automatically checks his hair. Fuck. He had a shower.
"Yeah yeah. I won't tell. chill. Get the kid in here and sit."
Natsuo grunts. As Dabi sets Izuku down, he winces at the pained expression. Sitting, he looks at Natsuo and says, "take care of him."
"I will. How did you cauterize his arm off? This… is raw power. Quick too"
Dabi only flashes a blue flame with a dead look.
"Huh." Natsuo hums as he pulls off a chunk of skin and slaps it onto Izuku?!
I’ve had an extremely bad day and it’s truly remarkable that I haven’t relapsed into self-harm. I listened to the new Cinderella soundtrack and thought of fic ideas for the movie. I guess I found a good way to cope with my urges.
