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4

Dabi pov.

Father's fire was engulfing my small body --compared to his-- as i was enduring another training session. Tears pricked my eyes as the smoke and fire gave me double vision.
"Useless brat. How are you supposed to do anything if you can't handle just a little fire? I am embarrassed to be even seen with you. You was just an accident. You are nothing worthwhile. You are just a weakling like your siblings."
That last sentence hit me like a blow to the stomach. No one talks about my siblings like that. I let a burst of fire out on him and he yelled in surprise. I picked myself off the scorched floor of the training room. The air was filled with smoke and blue and red flames was in some places.
Father's face was one of pure anger and pride. Pride of what? Violence? My skin was red in many places where my own fire burned me but more where Fathers did. I seen a flash of red coming at me and managed to jump to the side before it hit me. Dodge, send a burst of fire to the left of him, and keep on my tiptoes. I hated these sessions. I never hit him on purpose. I knew what my fire did to human flesh. Its hideous.
Father, seeing me distracted by my thoughts, sends a huge wave of fire to crash on me and I wasn't able to dodge it because it took up the entire side of the room I was on.
I screamed as the fire washed over me and I could hear my skin popping and sizzling. I could taste the blood in my mouth and smell the scent of burned flesh and hear the sounds of my father's scolding of not being good enough. But I couldn't see anything. Not even the red fire of the mans quirk on the other side of the room.

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I sat up gasping. I couldn't breathe. I could still feel the fire searing my flesh and I could taste the smoke. My tears threatened to spill over. I wiped feverishly at the tears, my hands snagging the staples underneath my eyes. Crying was stupid at a time like this. I will take down the hero society and I will make endeavor pay. I will get mother out of the mental institution. I will bring back memories with my siblings. I have to be. I have been gone since I was thirteen (in my au he was thirteen. I will make a part about the au next chapter). The league will help to take down these monsters. Heros are just delusions. I can promise almost half of every villain are villains because of heros. The LOV. Members are just misunderstood troubled traumatized kids in adults bodies. It is not fair. Jin should have went to college as he always wanted to. I should have stayed with my siblings or taken them with me. I should have stopped them from taking a mother away from her abused kids. Father is right. I am useless and nothing. Just a waste of space.