𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑽𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 ➣ Dabi

fear

"He should be invading the U. S. J. at any moment now," Dabi says, watching the security cameras. Dabi said Shigaraki somehow managed to hack their cameras so the both of you can watch the fight and be able to heal them when needed.

The two of you sit in the back of the van crossed legged. Dabi made sure to park within 200 yards so you could use your quirk properly. He brought energy drinks and some other treats two in case you were to lost energy during this battle. At least you're only helping two people and not every single villain that's about to invade the U. S. J.

"You ready?"

You nod, avoiding his gaze.

He doesn't like that however. He leans over and grabs you by the chin, making you look at him. "What's wrong, Doll face? Why are you so stressed?"

You shrug, trying to force the tears down. Just coming here made you think of your family. How they were murdered by people like Shigaraki and Kurogiri. By people like Dabi. It's no fun.

"You don't like the heroes. So why are you so tense?"

You shrug again, not wanting to speak, not wanting to think or better yet, not wanting to be a part of this situation in the first place.

"Use your words."

"They're kids," you choke.

"Kids that want to be selfish pro heroes." He frowns and gently strokes your scar with his thumb. "They'll end up doing it for the money or the fame. They all do."

You shake your head. "Maybe," you say.

"You said your parents were killed in a villain attack, right?" You nod. "Did the heroes save you?"

You pause. No. They didn't. They didn't save you after a week. They didn't even contact you after the attack. They still haven't. As far as you're concerned, the heroes don't know about your parents. If they do, why didn't they do anything to save you? Isn't it your job to save people? Especially kids because they're the future of society? Right? You would think so but maybe not. Heroes might not be the perfect stars everyone makes them out to be. They make mistakes. They let people die. Some are in it for the fame. For the money and rewards.

Frowning, you look at Dabi who's smirking with his head slightly down so he looks more intimidating than ever.

"The heroes ain't shit, Doll. Don't go thinking otherwise or your tiny little heart might break." He leans back on his hands and tilts his head up to the ceiling. "And one day, I'll kill the son of a bitch who calls himself a 'hero'."

You stare at Dabi, studying him. He looks so angry. But it's not at you. It's not an anger towards you. No. It's an anger towards someone else, someone that must've been close to him. It's not only anger, it's pain. But not regretful pain. Hateful pain. You wonder who hurt him so much, what hero hurt him so badly to the point where he's a villain terrorizing innocent people out of this anger. He makes it seem like his life goal is to kill all heroes to get his revenge. It makes you shudder and pull your legs closer to you chest.

Dabi perks up and looks at the laptop. "Where's All Might?"

You frowns and slowly craw over to him and peek at the laptop. Two pro heroes or teachers stand in front of a groups of students. There looks to be about twenty to thirty kids there all dressed in hero costumes. Your stomach churns and you feel like throwing up. You don't want them to get hurt. That's not right.

"What the fuck?" he says to himself. "He's supposed to be in there."

"Maybe he's late," you whisper.

He turns to look at you. And instead of saying anything he shakes his head and smirks. You sit back and cross your legs. Shigaraki should be showing up soon so you've got to be ready. Kurogiri is should be strong enough to create a warp gate for the villains without you.

A minute or two later, you and Dabi watch the screen as Kurogiri's warp gate swarms the room. Slowly, the villains step out. It's terrifying and you're not even in there. You see the two teachers, one who must be Erasure-head, shout something at each other and the students before they get to work. Erasure-head charges them, a stupid mistake you think. There's no way he can handle a large group of villains alone. Right?

Wrong. He can. And he does. They try to use their quirks but fail. Makes sense. He must be able to erase ones quirk by looking at them because when he does, his hair flies up instead of resting along his shoulders.

Dabi smirks. "Pathetic heroes," he muses. He looks at you, as you bite your lip, watching the screen intently. "Don't tell me you find this heartbreaking, Doll. You're in the League whether you like it not. I suggest you learn to love villains and hate heroes or Shigaraki might just—,"

"AH!"

"—grab ya!" he shouts as he jumps forward and grabs your arm, knocking you down so you're on your back and he's on top of you, smirking at you. You frown, starting to cry. You don't want Shigaraki to hurt you. He scares you and the fact that at any moment he could grab you by the neck and—

"Don't cry, Little mouse," he says, wiping away a tear with his finger. "There's no reason to cry."

"I don't want to die," you whisper as you choke on a sob lodged in your throat, drowning you, killing you. It's the clamps of anxiety again. They're reaching of and clogging your throat. Freezing it with the cool hands of death. You were perfectly happy alone. Completely. You were neutral when it came to heroes and villains and now here you are with no choice but to choose the villains. This just reminds you that Dabi is in fact a villain, so even if you do find some comfort in him and prefer him over the others, he's not a good guy and he's probably murdered a few people in his life.

"You won't die. As long as you forget about the heroes and work with us. We'll treat you better than those fucking heroes ever could." He rests his forearms beside your head and traps you like a cage. There's no way out. No escape. You're stuck in this League whether you like it or not. There's no escape.

You sniff, covering your mouth with your hands and willing those stupid tears to stop. You normally wouldn't cry so much. You actually don't want to cry in front of people. It's one, embarrassing, and two, makes you feel weak. The last you want is to appear weak to people even if you tend to run away from social situations. You're just afraid you'll be too easy to read and that's not what you want. Not at all.

"Come on," he says, lifting you up into a sitting position. "We have a job to do. Otherwise, who knows, Shigaraki might take your arm off."  

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