3: Princess

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You'd made progress in the days that followed — albeit at a much slower pace than you would like. Then again, trust wasn't something that came easily to villains. Nor was it something that came easy to you, really.

Toga had contacted you the morning after you left, sending a list of items the League needed. Most of which was food, basic hygiene necessities and a couple of items of clothing. Toga herself had requested a new pair of boots, which you picked up in a charity shop on your way back from the grocery store.

The first drop-off was swift, and you attempted to make some small-talk with Twice and Compress before you left, but not being too transparent with your want for them to accept you. Dabi hadn't so much as looked your direction, which made you want his attention all the more.

I'll wear you down, hotshot.

Three days later, Toga has messaged you again.

Toga 🔪🩸: Can you bring some more of those rice balls you brought last time? Spinner has been bugging me to ask you all dayyy!!!!

P.S  Dabi likes ramen, the spicy kind

Despite her occupation, it wasn't hard to see that Toga was a teenager at heart. She derived enjoyment from the kind of angsty drama that you wished your life had been frivolous enough to enjoy. And she was observant — enough that she'd noticed the passing glances you gave Dabi as you left their decrepit hideout. Was she trying to stir something? Regardless, you could play into her fantasy if it gave you an edge over any of them.

When you'd dropped off that bag of supplies, Toga took out each individual item, tossing it to whoever had requested it. She'd picked up the ramen, beaming. "Look Dabi! Nyx brought the flavour you like!"

That mere act had earned you a grunt of acknowledgment from the patchwork villain, but acknowledgement, nonetheless. Toga winked at you, mischief dancing in her feline eyes. After that, you included the ramen in each bag you dropped off.

It had been two weeks since you'd met the League for the first time. You'd been dropping off supplies at pretty regular intervals while trying to occupy yourself in your small apartment. It gave you time to binge a few shows, at least.

You had just left the shower when your phone pinged, lashes still damp and face flushed from the heat of the water. You picked up your phone.

Unknown: I need you to meet me tonight. It's Dabi. Toga gave me your number.

A skitter of excitement raised the hairs on your arms. Finally, you were getting somewhere.

You: Send me the details, I'll be there.

Within moments, Dabi had replied with an address — an abandoned underground parking lot not far from where they were hiding out.

The perfect place to commit a murder, you thought. Fantastic.

If he'd decided you weren't worth the hassle, you'd be crispier than a burnt chicken nugget straight out of the oven. You cringed at the thought as you dried your hair. It was unlikely he would kill you now, but you could never be too careful. Dabi was hard to read, and harder to gain the trust of then likely anyone in the League. He was the one you needed to convince more than anyone else, and you'd use every card in your deck to make that happen.

Even Shigaraki wasn't that cagey.

Tonight, you decided to strap your gun holster to your hip. Just incase.

It was already dark by the time you'd readied yourself, and instead of waiting around you made your way to the location Dabi had texted you.

As you entered, not bothering to conceal your presence, you noted the empty liquor bottles and cigarette butts littering the floor. Teenagers, most likely. Your footsteps echoed. After spending so many years perfecting your silence, you hated that sound. It put you on edge. Made you feel exposed and vulnerable.

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