I Get To Be With You

Chapter 45. 'Touya'

Dabi

It was like being trapped in a gas capsule in slow motion; suffocating and strenuous.

Only until he named me did I confirm that I had a heart, because with the spasm I felt, the organ must be beating out of my chest.

A nervous laugh echoed through the place, combined with an intumescent stupor that was distilled through my nerves with so much adrenaline that I could swear it was stinging me from within, as if I harbored hell itself inside.

It would be useless to hide my reaction at this point, I could not even regulate my breathing, insufficient and painful with each exhalation.

All for five damn letters.

I felt mutilated; My limbs did not react for what I could swear was months, my bones seemed to fracture and join in a matter of seconds, causing me cramps so strong that I was surprised that I was still conscious, or maybe it was just that pain that kept me on my feet.

And it was thanks to this catatonic state that I felt revitalized, making it easier for me to take him by the neck in an instant in which the trail of fire as I advanced was still flaming behind me.

He did not put up any resistance, or the slightest willingness to do so. His gaze did not give off fear or uncertainty, rather, condescension, sorrow; pity, and that was even worse.

"Apparently we are already ... at hand. "Making use of the little reasoning and control that I had left to not roast it right there.

I no longer even cared if they visualized me from there and tried to submit me together among other heroes; or how would he have discovered my identity and how many, if any, already knew it; none of that mattered.

I was erratic.

"You are an excellent puppet! "By stamping him against the wall behind him, without even showing signs of fleeing or counterattacking. "Look how you take the trouble of such a splendid find! "Hitting him again, this time making a dull groan escape from his throat as soon as my fist hit his stomach, splashing my feet with his blood. "You are a very devout insane! "Tackling him to the ground, except that this time, a reddish spit dripped from his mouth and nose. "But, I congratulate you; your vehement obedience is admirable. "Hitting him again, like a punching bag, hearing his wings creak in the process.

"Apparently it didn't cost them anything to brainwash you! "However, I did not understand why it was not charred and now. 'Not even after murdering your father like a rat!' "Hitting him with even more force, as if with this I could get him out of the trance to which he forced me to believe that they had him subjected. "Or did you already forgive them ?! "My fingers were cracking, and I wish it had been from the blows, but no, it was something else ...

Why didn't he defend himself ?!

Why wasn't he talking ?!

Why wasn't he reacting ?!

Why... I didn't finish him...?

A groan, a whimper, a plea, whatever it was that justified killing him without remorse; anything to not justify my delay in doing so.

That he remained so unflappable despite the beating he was taking was so much worse, because it just made me wonder why I wasn't breaking up with him.

Before I had not shown mercy to anyone, much less a hero, and now I was smothering him with my hands without daring to finish the task with a simple sample of my quirk, forcing every fiber of my being to retain the flames that had been no more. than a burden from my birth, without understanding why.