𝘚𝘐𝘕𝘕𝘌𝘙𝘚 •𝐭. 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐲𝐚•

New Friends and... Depends?

Warning: This chapter contains a bit of violence

Thank you, and enjoy :D

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"HOLY SHIT-" (Y/n) ducked for cover, nearly dropping his bag of canned goods. Blue flames engulfed the alleyway, but he managed to slip between a couple buildings and narrowly miss the attack. The few unlucky souls who never saw it coming melted into the ground, unable to scream from their lack of vocal chords. All they could do was reach their hands up, trying to claw their way out of the flames, but it wasn't long before they were reduced to nothing but dust. Once the flames began to clear, he set down his bag and carefully stepped out of his small hiding spot, eyes wide at the mere particles that were left of the passersby.

"Oh. Hey." (Y/n) looked to the voice, seeing the purple-skinned villain standing at the edge of the alley.

"'Hey?' You nearly fuckin' killed me!!" He looked around the alleyway, taking in the damage. "That's an insane quirk though, dude. Like actually, holy fuck," he commented, stepping over the small remainder of flames to reach the male.

"Thanks, I guess. Sorry about that; I didn't see you at all there. Did you get burned at all?" Dabi quickly scanned (Y/n)'s body, taking his arms and spreading them outwards to check for any sort of burn.

"Not that I know of. It's fine if I did though, don't worry about it. If I find any burns I'll just get some cold water onto it. No big deal, really," (Y/n) reassured, pulling his arms out of the other boy's grip.

"Oh, but it is a big deal. That shit will kill you if you don't treat it. You get burned by my flames and your skin starts decaying. Trust me, I would know." (Y/n) nodded, taking his words a bit more seriously now, and thoroughly searched his whole body to check for any amount of burns. Miraculously, he seemed to find none.

"Alright, I'll keep a special eye out then. Is that why you have to have so many grafts? Do you burn yourself a lot?" Dabi laughed at the boy's lack of understanding.

"My quirk is literally lighting myself on fire. Of course I get burned a lot. Most of my skin is completely burnt off, so I keep stapling it up to try and hold it together as best as I can. Realistically though, it's a temporary cure to keep myself from rotting entirely. But once I run out of skin, it's kind of game over. At least, that's what I'd assume. I don't think I can survive without any skin left." (Y/n) only nodded as Dabi explained what happened.

"Do you not feel pain or what the fuck?" The other male, once again, could only laugh.

"God no. If I felt any pain I would not have survived this long. I have no nerves."

"Ah. That's probably not any good. I think you may need safer, long-term care for your rotting skin, if you wanna live past thirty," (Y/n) lectured, to which Dabi shrugged.

"If all goes well I'll be dead this year."

"Nope. You've got potential, and you're gonna live a long, fulfilling life as a super strong and respected villain. No suicide or hoping or trying to die. Not allowed anymore."

"Okay, dad, what the fuck?" (Y/n) laughed at his response.

"Hey, listen. You didn't have a great father figure, so the least I can do is try to give you that much."

"Motherfucker I am older than you. And you didn't have a great father figure either? If anything, I should be the one being your dad. Which, by the way, I figured out that it's All Might. It was obvious as hell; I have no idea how it took me so long," Dabi informed.

"I have no idea how it took you so long either. And I don't care if you're older than me. I'll be your dad. How old are you anyway?" (Y/n) asked.

"Just turned 24. How about you?"