𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑽𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 ➣ Dabi

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"I asked you to kill Y/n's family, which includes her. If you did what I paid you, she wouldn't be working in my fucking office with me!"

Endeavor's voice echoes through your phone, the eyes of every student widening and turning to face Endeavor, who's red in the face, his flames nearly burning the place down. Your eyes water with anger but you force the tears back and instead shut off the recording and look at Todoroki. During the recording, when Todoroki heard the part about his brother, his eyes bore holes into Endeavor's back, his one fist smoking as he stood with red hot anger boiling inside him. And when he heard Endeavor talk about killing your family and you, the life in his eyes disappeared and instead was left with cold and empty feelings towards his father.

Aizawa steps forward, eyes dark, his fists clenched around his scarf that he holds at his sides. "Endeavor," he warns. "Is this true?"

"Of course not!" he argues, but the crazed look in his eyes says otherwise.

Your gaze flicks to Hawks, who stands next to Endeavor. His eyes look distant, his nails digging into his skin, his body trembling only slightly.

"How. . . dare you?" he asks Endeavor. "You heartless bitch."

"It's a fake recording!"

"Doesn't sound fake," Mina growls.

Kirishima activates his quirk, mostly out of anger, and shakes his head, trying to keep his cool for your sake. "That's revolting," he hisses, his fists clenched at his sides.

"Why are you believing her? Did you all forget how we thought she worked for the League?" Endeavor shouts, his voice loud and desperate for a way to dig himself out of the grave you've put him in.

"I'm not lying," you say darkly, letting the tears fall. "Why would I lie about my parents death! You're sick," you spit. "You never deserved to be the number one hero."

Endeavor loses his temper, his fist colliding with the wall out of anger. "You don't get a fucking say!"

Aizawa's eyes land on his, causing his flames to diminish, leaving him defenseless.

"You're right," you say. "I don't. But I know someone who does."

Right on cue, Touya steps through a warp gate, your quirk being used to make everyone fall to their knees in pain so they won't be able to fight back. You'd be lying if you said you weren't pushing most of the pain to Endeavor. It's him and Aizawa you're mostly worried about. So you focus on them as the rest of the League slowly trickles in behind Touya.

You smile as Touya's thumb brushes a tear off your cheek, his lips pressing firmly against yours. You hear the soft gasps in between groans echo from the students, and it makes you giddy. As he kisses you, his free hand presses against your stomach, his flames engulfing your outfit, leaving you in the new costume the League made specifically for you.

"That's my girl," he murmurs, pulling away from you, but leaving one arm snaked around your waist.

"You. . ." Bakugou gasps, hitting his fist against the floor as he writhes in pain. "You traitor!"

"Oops," you merely say, your head leaning against Touya's shoulder with a soft smirk on your lips.

"Y/n," All Might murmurs, one hand braced against the wall, the other around his waist. His eyes are wide and hurt, so you look away, biting your lip, trying to ignore the guilt.

Touya tsks, shaking his head. "So disappointing. To think, the number one hero, was really a murderer to innocent lives."

"Shut. . . Shut up," Endeavor rasps out. "You know. . . nothing!"