•Daughter of a Villain• Original?

Chapter 4

Four years of training went by quickly. You were now eight years old.

Stealth and speed were what you were good at so far.

Blades were something you had mastered thanks to Aunt Toga, you were most comfortable with them as you had complete control while they were in your hands.

An old run down storage building was where you trained now. It had more room and was perfect for hiding from Uncle Dabi when the two of you were sparring.

Dabi was in the middle of the large, dusty building. Kicking up small bits of dirt as he walked aimlessly, keeping his senses high, looking for you.

He wore an old black tank top with some worn jeans and combat boots, not perfect for training but he didn't care.

Sitting on top of a rusty beam above Uncle Dabis head, you watched him, watched his every move. You were completely silent, your footsteps were light as you slowly made your way to the end of the beam.

"Come on (y/n)....stop hiding!" He wasn't mad, he just wanted you to show yourself so he didn't feel paranoid.

He felt that way because you often scared the shit out of him when he doesn't pay attention by tackling him to the ground from behind.

But you had a new trick up your sleeve this time. You were gunna attack from above, somewhere he's too lazy to watch for.

"You don't scare me!" He laughed out, spinning around slowly to keep watch of his surroundings.

You spotted a rusty bolt laying loosely on one of the many beams. Silently making your way to it, you picked it up and threw it across the room. The bolt hit an old crate with a loud thump.

"I heard that! I know where you are!" He yelled out, not too sure of his words. He peaked around the tall crates to where the noise echoed from.

Taking the opportunity of the distraction you quickly made your way above Dabis head, keeping balance on the wobbly beam.

A smirk made its way to your lips as you lowered yourself slowly, completely trusting your upper body strength.

Your feet were dangling right above his head now. Dabi was completely unaware as he watched around the corner of a tall crate, positive you were behind one of them.

You took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

The beam was hurting your hands a little as you held your entire body weight on them.

Your breath hitched in your lungs as the dry air hit your face. Gravity was pulling you down quicker than expected. Loose strands of hair that fell out of your ponytail flew into the air, following you down.

Dabi didn't have a chance to even look up before he was slammed onto the ground with a powerful force. Fuck gravity.

"I fuckin gotcha!! I win bitch!" You cheered into the air, laughing.

Dabi could only let out a muffled groan of pain as his face was being rubbed into the dirt, successfully inhaling a little bit of it.

As soon as your weight was off of him he let out a deep breath.

"Fuuuck...that hurt! Why'd you have to fucking slam me to the ground like that?!" He sat up laughing with only a little hint of aggravation from losing once again....to an EIGHT YEAR OLD!

"Sorry about that....I uh...I just wanted to sneak up on you a different way this time...sorry if I hurt you too bad Uncle Dabi." You smiled when he ruffled your hair, messing it up more than it already was.