{Read if you skipped the last chapter: Y/N Lost her Brother to a battle with AFO, her mother blames her}{Pick any music that makes you feel nostalgic}
As you leave your therapist's office, you can't help but feel...at peace. You plug in your earbuds and listen to songs you and Kusou would jam out to for hours on end. You hum along with the songs thinking about all the memories you had with him. Just then it starts raining. You feel calmed by the rain and walk without rushing to get under something to keep you from getting wet. People are calling you to see where you are. You simply ignore them. You just want to escape from this monotonous routine of feeling horrible.
"This is it.."
You think to yourself as you see your hero agency. As your smile widens the rain has cleared up. You head inside and go to the file room with all documentation for your building. You take your lighter out of your pocket and set the paper on fire. You remove your coat and leave it there. As the building goes up in flames, you escape through the back.
"No more Ironfist Agency..."
You can't help but crack a smile and laugh. You watch as the building gets devoured in flames. As you're standing there, watching what looks like hell swallowing up your agency...your phone buzzed. Your mother. You answer it, your mother saying sorry for all she did and how she treated you.
"Bull***t..."
Your mother seems shocked at the fact you uttered a word, considering you stayed quiet this entire time. At this moment you finally snap. Everything that you have held in since the day of the accident, the day that you left home, all those times you were blamed for the death of the one you loved. You finally tell your mother how you really feel about her. Telling her you wish she dies alone. You scream at her, tell her it's all her fault that this is all happening.
"Y-Y/N I..."
"JUST SHUT UP!"
Your words hit your mother like a freight train. This outburst from you is long overdue. You yell at her for 15 more minutes before screaming
"I HATE YOU"
You hang up and throw your phone into the flames. You fall to the floor crying. You never wanted this...you never wanted to feel anger towards yourself or your mother. As the firemen's get there you leave, hoping the media would say you died. You don't go back to your apartment, you simply wander the streets. As your sitting in the park gazing up upon the stars, you hear someone behind you. You jump and turn around to see him...the man with the burns.
"You sure seem to jump easily"
"What do you want?!"
"Just wanted to compliment the fire you started."
"..."
"Faking your death huh?"
"..."
"I'm no stranger to that..."
You keep your distance from him making sure you see all possible escape routes if needed. You feel your heart pounding in your chest. You try to mutter and say you have to leave but you feel as someone is blocking you. You then around to see...a young girl?
"Oooh! Dabi said you were pretty but I never thought this pretty!"
The girl squealed with joy.
"Toga...be polite...introduce yourself"
"Oh! Where are my manners! I'm Toga!"
You stand there at the girl looking at her teeth. You feel scared of her but you won't dare to say that out loud.
"So then Y/N...we have a offer for you..."
Dabi said in a monotone voice.
"Come with us..."
You look confused.
"Yeah come with us! We'll play games, drink, eat, annoy Shiggi, and Make each other smile! Wouldn't that be fun!"
Toga says with glee.
"I-I...how do you know my name..."
"You're an Ex-Pro Hero. Your agency just burnt down...you're practically a walking information board."
You give him a pissed off look.
"So...what will It be?"
He says while reaching out his hand to you.
You stay quiet. After thinking it over however...you take his hand.
"Welcome to the League Of Villains..."
YOU ARE READING
Until the clock hits zero...{Dabi x Fem! Reader}
FanfictionDabi has had a rough time finding people with who he feels comfortable...that is until he meets you. An Ex-Pro Hero. After joining the league, you find yourself getting close with him, but little do you know...you don't have much time left...