𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑽𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 ➣ Dabi

adrenaline

You take a deep breath, envisioning Shigaraki in your head. Picturing him stronger. Stronger. Stronger. Stronger. Picturing him with the ability to stop his opponent with so much work. And when you're sure you've helped him with his quirk, you move onto Kurogiri. Bigger warp gates. Stronger endurance. More strength. Anything you can do to help. Because Dabi's right, unless you devote to Shigaraki and the League, you aren't going anything. You're nothing but a puppet being toyed with and Shigaraki is holding the strings, making you do whatever he wants. Like Dabi said, one wrong move and you'll be nothing but a dust pile lying in front of him.

You shudder, nearly losing your train of thought. Dabi sits silently beside you, watching you and the screen. You open your eyes, still focused and channeling power to Shigaraki and Kurogiri. They've split the kids up in all different places. And the villains are terrorizing them. It's chaos. No matter what, you don't think you'll ever like this. You don't think you'll ever enjoy scaring people or making them afraid.

"What's that?" you ask in a hushed whisper as some sort of creature appears. It's tall and pure muscle. Almost like a bird but you can see the brain and the eyes just look. . . secluded. It's horrifying. Because no matter how many times they attack the thing, he bounces right back. He seems to listen to everything Shigaraki says. Thinking about that frightens you. You don't want to become that. . . that thing. You don't want to listen to every command Shigaraki gives you. You don't want to end up brain dead a puppet for the League to use in battle. That's not who you are.

"A Nomu," Dabi says. "Neat, huh?"

You chew on your bottom lip, the only thing you can do to stop from crying out in fear. Dabi smirks and turns his head to look at you.

"Don't be so afraid. You won't become like him." He cocks his head. "Unless, you betray us. Then you might." You gasp and scoot away from Dabi. He laughs. "Kidding! I'm kidding. I won't let that happen."

What is it with him and not letting anything happen to you? He's stopped Shigaraki from hurting you twice now. He cares about whether you eat or not. And now he's saying he won't let you become a Nomu? You shake your head. He's just being manipulative. That's all. He's a villain for crying out loud.

You take in a shaky breath and return your attention to Shigaraki and Kurogiri. It's hard to focus on one scene since there's so many different battles going on. In each natural disaster there's a group of kids fighting a group of villains. Erasure-head and some other teacher seem to be the only pro heroes in the whole farcicality.

"Don't be so tense, Doll," he says, reaching over and grabbing your hand.

"You're hurting them," you whisper, choking up.

He shakes his head. "Why do you care so much about the stupid pro heroes? You said yourself that you didn't like them."

You turn your head to the side, staring at the screen as you fight back the wave of anxiety and fear that wants to clamp your throat shut. You don't like the pro heroes. But you don't want to hurt them or kill them. That's not right.

He leans closer, and tilts your chin so you face him and not the battle that's happening two hundred yards away. "Let me tell you something. Listen closely. Heroes don't deserve to be called heroes because in the end, they all put themselves first. They care more for the money and more for the fame than they do to save helpless lives. They'll never put our lives first. To them, we are pawns in their perfect life. And it's a fight to the death to reach number one." He turns dark. Like his eyes. Those turquoise eyes grow deep, grow far away and it's almost like you can see his hate radiating from him. It's like his hate for heroes is leaving you speechless, burning your skin.

"Dabi—," you say.

He shakes his head. "I'll kill them. One day, I'll kill that son of bitch."

"Dabi—," you say, squirming in his touch. His hands. They're so hot. So hot. It's burning you. It's making your clothes steam up from where he grips your arms. He just ignores you. And instead murmurs stuff about heroes. How they suck. How heroes are worthless, stupid fucking fakes that want nothing but fame and money. They're heartless bastards.

Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow.

"Dabi!"

"What?" He asks, completely clueless to your pain.

"You're burning me!"

He looks down and quickly pulls away. "Shit. I'm sorry."

You whimper, touching the tender skin. It's nothing serious. You should be able to heal with a barely visible scar left over. Dabi reaches forward and takes your arm. He looks at the burn and frowns.

"You should be okay." You nod, agreeing but too afraid to speak.

He drops your arm and pulls away, tilting his head back and staring at the ceiling of the van. He seems to do that a lot. Looking up at the ceiling. Almost like he's dreaming of a different life, looking to the heavens for help or cursing them for the life he was given. For the pain he holds in his heart.

You turn back to the screen and watch as All Might appears. You suck in a breath but immediately start working to help Shigaraki and Kurogiri. Why? Why? Why? Why are you helping them? You hate villains.

But you hate heroes too.

You pause. What?

Listen to yourself. They don't care. Dabi's right. It's for the fame. The money. Not for you. Never for you.

No. Stop. You don't think that. Right? You don't really believe that. You're just in pain and the adrenaline of the fight is making you think crazy things.

Heroes don't deserve to be called heroes. They don't deserve anything.

You shake your head, trying to get those thoughts out of your head. No. No. You don't want to hurt them. You have no desire to hurt them or kill them the way Dabi and Shigaraki want to. You aren't violent. Sucking in a breath, you squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head.

But just as you do, the door to the van starts to open. Dabi whirs around, grabs the back of your head, and shoves your face down to his crotch. You gasp, eyes wide, face red, trying to pull away but he leaves you there, bouncing your head up and down as if you're sucking his dick. He puts you in a position so they can't see anything but your head bobbing near the apex of his thighs. He throws his head back and lets out a fake moan just as the door opens.

"Ah!" the person, a police officer yells, stepping back and hesitating with his taser.

Dabi groans. "Fucking pervert," he muses before he lifts his hand and burns the man to death. You squeal and fall back the moment Dabi's hand lets go of you. He quickly shuts the door and jumps in the front seat. He floors it and drives off. But soon the sirens of the police cars follow you. You feel your breath hitch and your heart rate increase.

"You might want to get up here and buckle up, Little mouse," he gasps, his hands gripping the steering wheel, his chest heaving with breaths like something's wrong. 

You quickly climb into the passenger seat and buckle up. Dabi curses under his breath, swerving and running stop signs to red lights and breaking all traffic laws. He's trying to lose them so he doesn't lead them to the base but it doesn't seem to be working. You're too stock full of adrenaline to even think about crying or helping the two villains in the U. S. J.

Dabi swerves the car, doing all sorts of maneuvers to get away from the police. He's lucky when the two of you come across an identical white van. He drives in front of it, slams on his brakes, and then falls back. He makes the van switch lanes, messing up the police. He drives side by side as the other van flips you off. You sink down into you seat, on hand gripping the middle console and the other gripping the seat. He exits and stares at his rear-view mirror, waiting to see if maybe the police were smart enough to follow that maneuver, that almost flipped both vans, and keep tailing Dabi. But they don't. They chase the other van. You let out a shaky breath as Dabi smirks warily, looking a little sick.

"That was a close one," he mutters.

Yeah, no shit.

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