Y/n's dream is to befriend villains and change them. But when she dreams about an old friend who 'Died' she believes he might not be dead, she goes out to see if her dream was true.
Mild language
My rage surged like a wildfire. Without a second thought, I stormed to my motorcycle, fingers trembling as I dialed his number. Voicemail. I resisted the urge to hurl my phone as it failed me repeatedly. After five futile attempts, I begrudgingly left a seething voicemail and followed it up with a venomous text message.
As the day wore on, frustration gnawed at me, exacerbated by his continued silence. Finally, a response pinged on my phone, but it only stoked the flames of my anger. I fired off the message, seething with indignation.
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His reply was like a slap in the face, my blood ran cold as I read his words, realization crashing over me like a tidal wave. Racing back into the house, I bolted straight for the security system, my heart pounding with urgency. Rewinding the footage to Christmas Eve, I scrutinized every frame, searching for any sign of intrusion. But to my bewilderment, nothing seemed amiss.
Confusion clouded my mind as I muttered under my breath, "What the hell?" It was as if Dabi had vanished into thin air, leaving no trace of his presence. But deep down, I knew better. He must have tampered with the security system to evade detection, questions whipped around my head like a whirlpool.
After I walked back into the living room a hero started asking me questions
“Y/n, have you been In contact with your dad?” the heroes asked “No, I haven't. He left ten years ago.” I said as I glanced at the hero and then my mom as I thought about the last time I saw him, that evil man. “Oh, I'm sorry” “Don't be, he wasn't the best father,” I said “Oh” I nodded “ It's fine, but I don't understand why. The L.O.V is after him?” “Maybe he had some business with them and ran off so he wouldn't get into trouble.” My uncle suggested “No, or maybe. I don't know. he never talked about villains,”
my mind wandered to when he did talk to me when I was younger, my gaze drifted into the distance, lost in memories that seemed to haunt me still. "You’re a failure, you’ll never amount to anything. I can’t believe that you could have been powerful for a daughter who doesn’t have my quirk. You’re a disappointment.” His words ring in my ears and my mind every time I think about him.
