Ain’t No Rest For The Wicked

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        Back with a lil drabble / writing

        piece for #AgencySpringCleaning !!

       Decided to work with Dabi , I haven’t

        wrote for him yet so I thought why not?

       Lmao , I have not read the manga yet

        so things might sound a lil weird.

        INSPIRED SONG : Ain’t No Rest

        For The Wicked By Cage The E

       lephant

        CHARACTERS : Dabi ( Touya

        Todoroki , Mentions of Shoto

       Todoroki and Endeavor ( Enji

       Todoroki

        SHIP / PLATONIC / ROMANTIC :

        None

        WORD COUNT : 525 words

       GENRE : Angst

        WRITING COMMISSIONS : @

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               ▬ “ 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗟𝗗𝗦 𝗣𝗨𝗥𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗘 , ▬

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The world is filled with bad and good people. It’s d as a world created with beings that are born as heroes or villains. You’re either thriving on the inside or the outside. It’s never in between, is what most “good” people tell. What defines good between bad? Is it words? Or perhaps actions? What makes someone a villain in the eyes of society?

The boy could never tell.

Born with thick skin and a quirk that burned through most values and materials, the boy was centered on the idea of suppressing the symbol of peace. Years filled with harsh training with his father and the burning of skin branded the dull boy. Nights like these always ended in constant panic attacks and sleepless attitudes. It was all the same. It was all a routine, train, eat, train, sleep, train... and so on. It never ended.

And nothing changed.

Soon enough the boy felt empty and deranged. When nights like most came, his head was not training with normal attacks. No. Now his head was empty, only the clocks rings and chimes could be heard during those nights. Nothing more, nothing less. Many would believe this state of mind was nothing more than a dream. The boy wanted to believe that as well. But, why did that thought only leave him in shambles?

He couldn’t understand.

Even during training, his fathers harsh words and beatings hadn’t even affected him. Hell, not even his flesh eating quirk disturbed him. He couldn’t feel anything. The emotions that once caged him disappeared through the crackles of night. It was bizarre, but welcoming in a sense. The boy didn’t mind it. The feeling that is.

And just like that, the goal that once branded his mind was fleeting. It wasn’t even recognizable.

Touya wasn’t recognizable.

His hair dripping with thick beads of sweat, almost as white as falling snow. Stitches and burns layered his thick skin. His eyes no longer were filled with a dull pain, more rather a tinge of insanity mixed with a drip of sanity. He was in between, good nor bad. So what was he? In the eyes of society, he was placed as a villain. He didn’t fight the right that he killed and burned many civilians. In his defense, it was all just a game. A game of cat and mouse, something more or so fun to the male.

Did that make him a villain? Did people define this world? Did these people create this world? What was the answer?

And why did it matter?

Heated chuckles poured from Touya as he stared at his younger brother and desperate father. After years of pure torture and pain, the man was nothing of any sort of a boy. He was a man on a mission. On a mission to tear down this hero society, to destroy societies religion.

Touya Todoroki would burn it all to the ground.

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                           ▬ 𝗜𝗦𝗡’𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨 “ ▬

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