#daabi

July 7th, Reunited

The flames came in a rush. A wave of heat, a wall of suffocating air that choked her lungs and left the heavy smell of burning metal. She chuckled, covering the urge to cough with her mocking humor. She lifted her hand up and sent a wave of cold air against it, disrupting the flicking fire and opening a path between them. Her grey eyes stared down his turquoise blue.

"Dabi!" She called, her hands spreading wide as icy air rolled off of her. "You think I wouldn't recognize you? I grew up with these flames licking at my crib! Lighting up the dark of my bedroom when I was scared. I'm not so small, so scared now. I've killed heroes stronger than you could ever dream of being." She grinned, a cold delight spreading across her features as she watched shock register on his face as she pulled down the scarf that covered the lower half of her face.

To his credit, he didn't back down from her. Though many had in the past, bowing under her ugly fury and beautiful cold. "You're Lady Frostbite?" His words barely carried over the roaring of the flames now arching towards the buildings around them. Collateral damage of their story, just as houses and homes had always been. And then like a shutter closing sharply, his face went blank. "How long have you known who I was?"

She shrugged, stepping closer still to him. Her ice cold fingers came up and cupped his face, featherlight fingertips against scarred skin that instinctively pulled away from her firm grasp. A tempest of ice cold wind and an inferno of indigo flames roared around them, but in their private circle a tempered breeze ruffled their hair. "Oh Touya, how could I not recognize you?" She murmured softly. "These scars, this hair, nothing could mask you from your sister."

Fuyumi's grin was slight as she shook her head. "I've had a lot to think on after the death of the hero killer Stain. After your appearance at the training camp. It's true. There are many heroes who don't deserve the title, aren't there?"

"What are you saying, Fuyumi." He replied, pulling back, pulling away from her too tender touch. His eyes were cold, dead with barely the hint of thoughtful life behind them. "Or rather, what is Lady Frostbite proposing?"