𝕍𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕟 ℝ𝕠𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖 |𝔻𝕒𝕓𝕚 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣|

𝕋𝕖𝕟

You awoke with a sharp gasp, though you couldn't see. Your heart rate was sky rocketing, your mind ran while with thoughts. Like what had happened? Where were you? Why couldn't you see? You took a few deep breaths, trying to remember what happened to you. You drew a blank until suddenly it hit you. 'Dabi, he did this...' You thought back to when Dabi chloroformed you. But why? Why did he do it?

You didn't have time to ponder the question, as bright light suddenly hit you. A sack was yanked off your head. You blinked a few times, letting your eyes adjust. When they did, you found yourself in an unfamiliar place. A bar, it looked like. You looked around, there were a few people inside the bar. A man to your left who held the sack previously on your head, you could best describe him as a Deadpool wannabe. Then there was a man behind the bar table, he seemed to be made of a dark black and purple mist.

In front him, sitting at the table, drink in hand, was a man. He had a mess of dull blue hair, baggy black clothing. You couldn't see his face, as his back faced you. Then, you saw the person responsible for bringing you here.

Dabi, he was leaning against a wall directly in front of you. His same twisted grin from before still plastered to his face. You glare at him, how dare he do such a thing to you? You tried to move, wanting to walk over and give him a good slap to the face. But found yourself tied to a chair. Panic returned to you, as the realization kicked in. You had been kidnapped, you could die.

"She awake?"

Your head snapped back to the man sitting at the table. He swiveled the half-drunk glass in his hand. The ice inside gently clanged against the glass. The man of mist nods his head. "She is." The man with the blue hair finally turned around. Your confusion grew as you saw the prosthetic hand attached to his face. "Welcome!" He greeted you. "I hope you weren't roughed up too bad before being brought here, you weren't were you?" You could hear the fake sincerity in his tone.

You said nothing, to afraid to speak. "Not much a talker huh? Doesn't matter, I'll get you talk somehow." He stood up and made his way to you. You tensed up, eyes never leaving him. Fearing if you did, he might lunge at you or something. Once he was in front of you, he removed the hand on his face.

His skin was dry and wrinkly, which was odd, he didn't look any older than early twenties. His bright red eyes bore into your own. You trembled as you realized just who this man was. This man was Tomura Shigaraki, leader of the League Of Villains. "Sorry about what we had to do. But I was just so curious! And we've just been dying to meet you, isn't that right? "Dabi"?" He looked over his shoulder to Dabi.

Dabi laughed, your fear turned into shock as his deep laugh turned into a more high pitch one. Almost feminine sounding. Suddenly, Dabi's appearance changed, his body turned into sludge, as was replaced by a teenage girl with dirt blonde hair, she wore a school girl uniform and had bright cheeks. "That's right!" She said with a sing-song tone.

You felt as if your heart would burst, you were currently inside of the League Of Villain's hideout. Surrounded by dangerous murderous criminals. But why? Why were you here? What did they want with you of all people?

"I bet you're confused." Shigaraki says to you. "I bet you're wondering, oh dear, what could these people want with little ol'me? Right?" You swallowed a lump in your throat before nodding slowly. "Well, I would tell you. But not everyone is here yet."

Before you could ask what he meant, the sound of footsteps filled your ears. "Ah, right on time...for once."

You look over, turning the corner was Dabi. The real Dabi this time. Once he saw you, his eyes went wide. "The fuck?" He said aloud. Shigaraki grinned as he looked over to him. "Surprise!" He chuckled. Dabi scowled, this was not right. Why in the ever loving fuck were you here?

"What this all about?" Dabi asked calmly, his shoulders becoming less tense. "You mean you don't know?" Shigaraki tilts his head. Then he became deadly serious. "Don't play dumb, you know exactly what this about." Dabi's eyes traveled to you then back to him. "Nope. Not really. You kidnapped some woman?"

Was...he acting like he didn't know you? Shigaraki's own scowl deepened. "Oh? You wanna play that game? Fine, I like games. Allow me to join." He reached for you, wrapping his hand around the back of your neck, all fingers touched your skin except his pinky. You were no fool, you knew what this man's quirk was. What it could do, what he could do to you. You look to Dabi, as if to beg for his help. Which you didn't fully understand why you were asking for his help. It's not like he would.

Dabi became tense again, Shigaraki noticed. "Ah...so you do know her. Tell me Dabi." He began, he leaned in closer to you, your cheek touched his own, you flinched as he did so. "Is she the reason you've been so absent as of late?"

Dabi said nothing. Shigaraki lowered his pinky slightly. "Don't make me ask you again." He warned. Dabi looked away from the both of you. "So what if I do? Doesn't matter, she's just some woman."

"Ooh, that's gotta hurt." Shigaraki looked at you. "Why choose a man so cruel to be with?" He asked with fake concern. "I-I'm not...we aren't..." You mutter. "Speak up will ya? You're not what?" You swallow again. "It's not like that, b-between us I mean." Shigaraki hummed. "So he just uses you then?" You went to deny it again but this time Dabi spoke. "Can you tell me what the point is in all this? Or do you just like wasting time?" Dabi asks.

Shigaraki ignored Dabi. "Tell me, what is it about you that's so important, that Dabi would choose to stay with you and not come here? Where he is needed." You didn't know how to answer him. You looked to Dabi, he shook his head slightly. "I...I don't know. He's never around me much."

Shigaraki laughed. "Nice try. There's something about you, Dabi hasn't acted like this until you. Now tell me the truth or..." He wiggled his pinky. Your eyes shut tightly. "I'm telling you the truth!"

"Strike two. One more and you're dead." Shigaraki said lowly. You had to think of something. Dabi didn't want you saying that you could heal for some reason. And for some reason, you can't think of why you're going along with it. But maybe he knew something you didn't? You don't know, you don't care, you just want to go home.

"Three...two..." Shigaraki mutters.

"I-I provide him with medical attention!" You finally say. There, it wasn't a total lie.

"Medical attention?" You nod your head. "That's right. I-I've been in medical school, so, I know how to tend to wounds. But, I don't do it all the time. Most of the time, he's never around. I don't know where he goes, honest." Shigaraki must have been satisfied with that answer, as he finally let go of your neck.

"And here I thought it was something different. Nonetheless, you're still a distraction. I should kill you right now." He said lowly. "I should, but I'm feeling rather nice today. You caught me in a petty good mood. Lucky you, that doesn't happen often. Dabi, mind taking your bitch and leaving? But I want you right back here once you get her home, got it?"

Dabi reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette. He lit it before taking a long slow drag.

"Got it."