𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑽𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 ➣ Dabi

desires

Join you?" you ask, freezing. Join him. Join. Him.

"You have desires," he says. "I can see it in your eyes. I can see the pain and hurt those worthless and pathetic heroes have caused you. You have convictions unlike your pathetic and useless leader. You," he whispers, leaning in closer, his breath hot on your face, "have a desire to end all heroes. Don't you?"

You shake your head, hiccuping. "No-no. That's not it. That's not true."

"You're lying," he seethes.

You shake your head as he grabs you jaw, forcing you to look at the city below. At the chaos and burning buildings. To listen to the screams of people and the sounds of glass shattering. The city's falling apart. All you can do is watch in fear at the unraveling disaster.

"You're telling me, that those heroes down there are worthy? That they deserve to be worshipped? They've wrong you in some way, haven't they? They hurt you. Made you feel weak. Lost. Like a pawn."

You shake your head, the only thing you can do to say no. And your tears seem to burn your cold cheeks, leaving trails behind in their path.

"I see your true colors. I see them shining brighter than your leader. You and that scar faced boy. You both have deep, dark desires. The only difference is that you're hiding yours. And his are out in the open."

You whimper when an explosion sounds nearby and his hand on you face tightens.

"Where did you get this scar?" he asks, with a sly smile on his lips.

You don't answer. You can't answer. Does he expect you to share your life secrets with him? Tell him everything? Does he expect you to just spill it out and let him know every minor detail in your life? You can't. How can you? You can barely tell Dabi anything. He knows nothing about you. And Stain? He's worse. So you keep your mouth shut in hopes that he'll realize your worthless and send you back to the League. The League that you'll never take for granted now.

But he doesn't. "Answer me!" he yells, shoving you down on your back, knocking the precious wind out of you, and shoving a knife in the ground next to your head. You want to scream but you're too busy gasping for a single breath of air. Just one breath. That's all.

At least he waits till you can breathe again. You instinctively cover your face with your hands and start rambling out uncoherent sentences. "It was a villain attack! I got in the way! Please! I'm a not a villain! I'm a just a girl who works at a small-time shop! I'm not important! Just let me go! Please," you beg.

He frowns. "Oh, don't say that. You're important. Why else would I ask you to join me?" he pauses, his weight crushing you as he thinks. "Did the heroes save you? Were they nice to you?"

You hesitate. You guess there's really no harm in saying it. But then again, you don't want to open your mouth. You can't open your mouth. Your throat is clamped shut and it hurts. It hurts. It hurts so much.

But you manage to gasp out, "No."

"No?"

"No!" you cry, tears flooding down your cheeks. You feel so weak. And truth is, you are. You can't push him off. Your quirk is meant to help not hurt. There's no way you can win this. You're trapped. Stuck. And you're praying Dabi will come save you. Because Dabi seems like the only one who would save you.

"Oh, shhh. Don't cry. You don't have to cry anymore. You and I can work together, we can rid this evil society of these corrupted heroes. We can create a world with the right kinds of heroes. A world this broken society desperately needs."

"What this society needs is for you to get your fucking hands off her," someone says.

You know that voice. That voice. That raspy, dark, yet somehow soothing voice.

Dabi. Dabi's here.

Stain whips around to see not only Dabi, but the whole League. Dabi and Shigaraki stand at the front with a look that says, "Get off her or your dead." The whole League shares that look but. . . but Dabi. . . and Shigaraki. . . they have the most lethal. The most threatening look of all of them. And they aren't messing around.

Stain smiles, picking you up and pressing your back against his chest as he holds a knife to your throat. "I don't want to hurt her. But I will."

"I don't want to hurt you," Dabi says. "Actually, I do. And I will. Let. Her. Go."

Stain shrugs. "Now why would I do that? You don't need her."

"She's not yours to take," Shigaraki says. "Hand her over."

"You act like she's some sort of toy that can be passed around. She's not some object," Stain defends.

Dabi growls. "If she's not a toy, then you'll understand that she can pick who she wants to stay with. She picks us."

"You didn't even let her decide."

"I already know her answer."

"Oh, do you?" Stain asks, pressing the blade down harder against your skin. You whimper, pleading with your eyes for Dabi and Shigaraki to do something. "Let her choose. She'll pick. Won't you?"

You nod a yes, careful not to move your neck much.

"And who will you pick?"

You open your mouth to say Dabi's name but you're cut off by the blade pressing firmly on your throat, drawing a little blood, and Stain saying, "Choose wisely. Wouldn't want to be mixed in with the wrong group."

"Mouse," Dabi says. "You know the right choice."

You do. It's with him. He's better than Stain. They all are. But. . . how can you say his name and expect Stain to let you live. He won't. He's a monster who lives off killing people he deems unworthy. And you just saying Dabi's name will make he think less of you. You'll be unworthy and he'll kill you.

"Just think about how we could kill everyone who's ever wronged you," Stain murmurs in your ear.

"Don't listen to him," Dabi says.

"You could show them you're better. You could prove they don't mean anything to you." Stain.

"Come to me. Come here." Dabi.

"Those heroes wronged you. Everyone's wronged you. They don't deserve to live." Stain.

"Doll, please. Come here." Dabi.

Stain.

Dabi.

Stain.

Dabi.

Stain.

Dabi.

Back and forth between the too. It's always the same. Kill everyone. Come to me. Kill everyone. Come to me. Kill everyone. Come to me. Kill everyone. Come to me.

It's too much. It's too much.

You can't handle it anymore. You can't take it any longer.

So.

You scream. You scream and scream and scream and scream and scream. You're screaming, tears falling fast down your cheeks, you power shocking those around you. Because as you scream, as you pour your heart out in that scream, you're hurting those around you. Everyone's fallen to their knees, gasping for air. But you don't realize it. You're just trying to get them to stop. Little do you know; you're causing pain to people. People you don't want to hurt.

Your quirk isn't just a healing quirk. It can be deadly too.  

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