Crimson Tidings

It's strange. As Touya grew and eventually burned to ash, that string still remains attached to Dabi's finger. Sometimes, he twirls a finger around the silken thread- after all these years, still captivated by how it glimmers in even the dim and flickering lights of the League of Villains' hideout. Often in the dead of night, Dabi will lay in bed and think about who could he share a fate with. It's more of a pipe dream than a wish for reality. He still has no interest in finding out who it is, he's a villain- not some lovelorn fool.