arsenize:
red-on-white, matching bangs. trying on her glasses and squinting, hard.
his first thought is that something’s caught up to him. something he tried to down’s resurfaced all at once, the image of his baby sister catches the light behind his gaze catches the woman in front of him.
of course he recognizes something he’s done so much to distance himself from. bile oozes at the back of his mouth, dabi chews at his lip, the silence grows heavier with every passing second.
“what do you want?” it’s answer enough– biting, scowling through his otherwise neutral expression. even the quiet in his voice is dangerous.
Whether his demand can be seen as proof that he recognizes her or not doesn’t matter to Fuyumi. She knows it’s him, regardless of how he speaks to her. And though Dabi, Touya, isn’t happy to see her, it would have been foolish to expect otherwise. Touya made sure he can’t be easily found, so he clearly doesn’t want any company.
“I don’t know, frankly.” She’s been searching and searching in hopes of seeing him again. She wanted to know for sure that he is alive still. But, now that she has seen him, what does that leave her with? Her dream of having a proper family died long ago, after all.
“I ran away not long after your supposed death. Maybe for closure, or because I wanted to be with you again. Who knows.” She gives a shrug. “I guess this is as close as I’ll get. So, thanks.” Wow, she really should be feeling more than this. It seems like maybe none of it mattered as much as she thought it did. Or, maybe, she is just too numb to process it.
“Will you burn me now? I heard you do that to people who bother you.” She’s not joking or teasing. It’s a serious inquiry.
