Our Crazy Fathers - NEW VERSION - DabiDeku

4 - Ooh~! Backstory Time!

Izuku's POV

It had been a few minutes since we sat down on the couch. Kurogiri, as I learn his name was, was making dinner. "Food's ready." He said and set out plates. I tightened my grip on Dabi as he stood up. He walked over to the bar and sat me down on a chair. I stretched my arms above my head, forgetting about my wounds. I slightly winced.

"Careful." Dabi warned me as he started to eat his food. I slowly started to eat. Everyone was eating as they normally would. Did people usually eat together, it felt foreign. I was only through half of my plate when I had decided I had enough. "Are you sure?" Dabi asked. I nodded.

"You should probably eat more, you are a growing teenager after all." Shigaraki said. I just shrugged my shoulder and went back upstairs. I sort of missed the silence. Sometimes it was peaceful and others it felt like it was eating at me. I flipped down on the bed and curled into a pillow.

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I woke up feeling really warm. I groaned and opened my eyes. That was the first time in years I had slept on a proper bed, it felt really nice. Like floating on a cloud. I still don't understand why the call it memory foam though. I groaned againn and closed my eyes. I did not want to get up. I moved myself closer to the heat source and cuddled into it. But then my heat started to move! I opened my eyes to see Dabi laying there. Even when he was shirtless he was still warm. It must have something to do with his quirk. I tried to stay still and quiet so I wouldn't wake him up.

It had been a few minutes of me just admiring his features. I was sort of shocked to see his scars go all throughout his body. I have to admit the staples were pretty cool. Even though I was doing good at staying still I did need to use the bathroom. I slowly backed up and carefully slid off of the bed. My feet hit the floor with a soft thud and I made my way over to the bathroom. Just as I was washing my hands I heard a noise. I quickly dried my hands off and went back into the bedroom. I saw Dabi sitting up on the bed stretching his arms. "Mm. Good morning." He said and grabbed his phone.

"Why were you in the bed?"

"Ah, sorry. You were having a nightmare. So I just stayed in case it happened again. I used to do this is my brother so...yeah."

"You have a brother?"

"I have two actually. And one sister."

"If you have a family then why did you become a villain?"

"So you already figured it out, huh? Well, I came here because of my father. Pretty funny how similar our stories are. My father was okay. I am the oldest so, the first born, and with me he wanted me to become a hero just like him. Which makes sense but my quirk, didn't exactly agree with my body sometimes." He gestured to himself and his scars. I nodded to show him I was still listening. "So, I really couldn't use my quirk much after that. He got mad, and had more kids. He wasn't at all interested in my younger brother and sister. Then, he had the youngest, the brother who had nightmares, and his quirk was exactly what my father wanted. So, he trained him and trained him until he could barely walk on his own. My brother and sister were too scared to get into the mess so I was the only one there for him."

"Im really sorry. What about your mom? Is she okay?"

"She, she was, sent to a mental hospital. Because apparently one night she poured boiling water on my brother's face because he looked so much like our father. She was just scared that he would turn out like him."

"If I can ask. Who is your father? You don't have to tell if you don't want to!" I frantically signed at the end, so I wouldn't make him feel uncomfortable.