Together We Rule

My New Life

"Where the hell's the rest of my money?" I asked, grabbing onto the guy standing in front of me.
Terror filled his face, "I-I'm sorry Dabi! I've been struggling lately and well I-"
I slid the envelope of money into my pocket before lighting a flame in the palm of my hand, "Do I look like I give a damn about your struggles? Give me my fucking money before I burn you to ashes." I snapped, dead serious. The man quickly dug through his pockets, pulling out the money that he pocketed. I took it from him and threw him to the ground. I scoffed as I put the money with the rest. "Get lost. I never want to see your ass around here again. If I do you're dead, got it?"
"Y-Yes sir! I'm sorry!" The man cried before running off.
   Never before has somebody been stupid enough to try and steal from me. I may only be 18 but I'm known for being brutal. Everybody knows that if you pull that shit on me you die, that guy's just lucky I'm in a good mood. It was just released that Endeavor's in the hospital because of a villain attack, what's not to be happy about?
   Touya Todoroki disappeared 6 years ago, he was never found. Wanted posters were all over the city for months, his mom and siblings doing everything they could to find him with no avail. They eventually gave up, assuming that Touya had died, which in a way was true I guess. As far as I'm concerned Touya's long gone, the only thing remaining being his memories.
Since leaving home I've made a name for myself, quickly becoming known as one of the most dangerous villains in Japan. I find it hilarious how much can change in 6 years, I was practically unrecognizable. I was now covered in purple scars, my skin being held together by metal staples. I've also gained a few nostril and ear piercings along with my now jet black hair. If you looked at me you'd never guess that I was the missing Todoroki kid, and that's exactly the way that I want it.
I slowly started making my way back to my shitty apartment. I had a small place in a shady complex. Did I care? Not really. I could afford better, I make plenty of money off of my work to do so but living in a flashy apartment would defeat the whole purpose of laying low. I'm a wanted villain, I can't risk getting found.
I haven't been living in this apartment long as I was just able to start making enough money to get off the streets. I'm not necessarily proud of some of the ways I've made money over the years but I did what I had to do to survive. I was happy enough with how my life was going so I have no need for any changes. I was greeted by the apartment owner when I got back. Him and I were on fairly good terms as he's looked after me since I moved in, I respect him.
When I got back to my room I threw myself onto the bed, letting out a sigh as I pulled the money envelope out of my pocket and put it on the nightstand next to me before rolling over so I was laying on my side. I reached over and grabbed the remote, turning on the small tv. I didn't need to go back out until later tonight so I opted for just staying in my room all day, not really wanting to do anything else but lay here.
As the hours passed I slowly got out of bed, deciding it was time for my night time shift. I grabbed the bag that I kept in the corner of the room and took off the the alleyways. As I approached my spot there was already a small line of people starting to form, money in hand. I smirked as I took my place in front of them, every single one of them starting to crowd around me.
I let off a wave of blue flames, making them all back away. "You know the fucking drill by now. Give me my space until I'm ready, jesus." I scoffed, reaching behind me and grabbing my bag. I took my spot on a crate and had my customers line up, one by one having them come up to get their shit. The line eventually ceased, only one guy waiting around. "You need something?" I asked, a bored tone to my voice.
"I want the special deal." The guy said. I sighed, grabbing my bag and putting my earnings inside before approaching the guy.
"How much you offering?" I asked. The guy handed me a stack of cash, I looked through it and checked to make sure it's legit. Once confirmed I put the money in my bag and turned back to him, "So, where are we doing this?" With no hesitation he shoved me against the wall, crashing his lips onto mine. I rolled my eyes at how sloppy he was but let him do as he wished, he payed after all.
   I was use to this kind of thing, it's not a common known thing but few people do know that I'm willing to sell my body for money. That's one of the few things I'm not proud of. I've been doing this since I turned 14, finding that it's a quick and easy way to make money, though the men are usually all gross. It's why I'm happy that my apartment has a shower in it, it helps get rid of all of the disgusting germs these creeps leave on me.
As soon as the guy finished having his way with me he took off, probably not wanting to get caught by a hero or cop seeing as it's common knowledge among the alley weirdos that I'm a wanted criminal. I slid my clothes back on but stayed up against the wall, staring at the sky while lighting a cigarette with my flames. I often found myself thinking about my siblings when I'm sat like this, just curious about how they're doing and hoping that Endeavor isn't hurting them all too badly.
I was pulled out of my thoughts as I heard a set of footsteps start approaching me. I grabbed my bag and threw it over my shoulders, though I never moved from my spot against the wall. As the footsteps got closer I saw a guy with light blue hair walk out from the shadows, stopping when he was a couple feet in front of me. "Hello Dabi."