From the Ashes

Chapter 4: Just Talk

"You need me to lift you up or can you do it on your own?" Aizawa asked once they were in the bathroom. Dabi tried to hold back his glare as he pushed by and hopped up onto the sink counter. 

Aizawa knelt down to grab the first aid kit from the cabinet. 

Dabi was tempted to kick him in the head. It'd be pretty funny. He was even about to do it when the hero stood back up. 

Dammit. 

Foiled again.

There was a nice silence as Aizawa began tending to Dabi's many, many burns. 

"I like your hair, kid," The man spoke softly.

Dabi internally screamed. Of course this guy couldn't keep his dumb stupid mouth shut. 

"Very...unique." He continued, seemingly attempting to choose his words wisely. Too bad the wise thing to do would've been to stay the fuck out of Dabi's business. Dabi just huffed at the observation.

"What, do you not like it?" Aizawa asked.

"No," Dabi practically spat.

He hated his hair. It just served as a reminder what he was made for.

As a toy for some selfish man's ego.

Dabi used to love his hair and love his quirk. Anything to make him more like the man he looked up to most in the world. 

That was, until that man showed his true colors. Until Endeavor  found out that Touya was a broken toy and didn't want to play with him anymore. 

Goddammit, here come the tears again.

Aizawa tensed, "I'm sorry if that upset you." Aizawa said softly. He paused for a moment before speaking again, "If you want to talk about it, I'm here to listen." 

And that was the breaking point.

"I don't WANT to fucking talk about it you nosy piece of shit! If I WANTED to talk about it, I would've spilled my fucking heart out by now!! So shut the fuck up and let me have ONE moment of peace goddammit!" Touya screamed, more and more tears rolling down his cheeks. As he was talking, orange flames flicked at his fists.

He only noticed when there was hot, sharp pain at his wrists. Which made him quickly suck air through his teeth and wave his hands around until it stopped. 

Aizawa stood up straight, a terrifyingly stoic look on his face. 

"I understand you're frustrated for reasons you don't want to share but that doesn't mean you can talk to me or anybody that way." Aizawa stated, voice monotone but carrying an alarming amount of anger and disappointment, "I hope you understand that everything I'm doing is to help--"

"I never asked for your fucking help." Touya spat, fists lighting up again. 

Aizawa's face flashed shock, "That's enough, Touya." He said firmly, furrowing his brows. 

Dabi grit his teeth and leaned forward, bringing one hand to his head. Out of habit and frustration, he began pulling at his hair, "SHUT UP!" He yelled, "Just SHUT UP!" 

"Touya--" Aizawa began, bending down some.

"STOP CALLING ME THAT!" Dabi screamed, left arm erupting in flames as he made a swing for Aizawa's head. 

The hero, of course, caught his arm and, to Dabi's surprise, the flames suddenly went out. 

A wave of fear hit Dabi like a train as he looked at Aizawa's glowing red eyes filled with anger.