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it’s fine. it’s really totally fine.
your eyes drift to the carpeted floor once more.
okay it’s not fine.
you hadn’t meant to make a mess everywhere but the jar atop of the wooden wardrobe was too tempting not to.
course’ dabi scolded you the night before when you had sought curiosity in the glass container.
“what is it?”
“nothing for little girls like you to concern their minds with.”
“i’m nineteen, touya.” he had simply flicked your forehead and carried on playing the game.
“shit,” the glass spread out, the soft ground doing nothing to cushion the fall “shit, shit, fuck.”
it wasn't your fault for being small and for gravity being so dumb.
the chair underneath you wobbled along side your heart, your hand gripping onto the metal wardrobe handles to keep your self stable, flattening your feet fully on the chair.
okay, it’s okay, it’s totally cool, you can just scoop up the few chunks and-
“i’m home.” shit.
your eyes drift from the glass, to the chair, to the item you were curious about in the beginning, now slipping from your hands, lopping round your fingers.
the sound of feet running up the stairs made you freeze more than you had before.
and before you could even form a plan.
“y/n i was-”
touya walked in on his little sister snooping.
“y/n?” he wasn’t angry, well he didn’t sound that way.
he didn’t register the glass, nor the blood pouring down your arm, soaking into the material in your hand.
the only thing he registered, only thing he looked at was the now blood-stained cloth.
no wonder why he hadn’t wanted you to see.
hidden beneath ticket stubs and other memorabilia of your time together were the one thing you weren’t expecting;
your panties
