Chapter 2

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Shigaraki was livid. He had spent countless hours figuring out ways to weasel the League into Overhaul's schemes, and in under one hour that scarred bastard had ruined everything. Toga and Twice had called him frantically, telling them that Overhaul had locked them in the base with no way out. Apparently, his daughter was missing and one of his top men was found cremated in the garden. And no one could find Dabi.

Not only was their feigned goodwill with the yakuza abruptly brought to an end, but now Overhaul was demanding the return of his daughter in exchange for Toga and Twice. It was enough to make Shigaraki fantasize about dusting Dabi on sight.

He didn't know what this girl meant to Overhaul, but the one thing he did know was that in order to get back in Overhaul's good graces he needed to give her back to him.

Shigaraki stood in the warehouse, scratching the skin on his arms and neck aggressively with a snarl on his face. With his other members gathered around him, he let out a growl.

"Find Dabi now."

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Aizawa was stressed. He had spent countless hours figuring out which yakuza base was most likely to have Eri and planning a subsequent raid, and in under one hour the villain Dabi had ruined everything. The surveillance hero they had stationed outside the base had reported in frantically, telling them that the yakuza were in a frenzy. From what she had been able to overhear, none other than Dabi–serial arsonist and murderer–had not only cremated Chronostasis, he had also kidnapped and disappeared with Eri in broad daylight.

Aizawa let out a frustrated sigh, running his hand down his face as the team of heroes assigned to the Overhaul case argued loudly about how to proceed. Some heroes, like Centipeder and Nighteye, were insistent that they carry out the raid as planned. Others, like Fat Gum and Ryukyu, were pushing to shift their attention back towards locating Eri. His students had also been called in, and were currently sitting frozen as the chaos unfolded around them.

When did the League make nice with the yakuza? What was the angle they were trying to achieve? What did they want with Eri? Did they know she was the source of the Shie Hassaikai's quirk-erasing bullets? Why send Dabi of all villains to take her? How would they treat her? All of these questions echoed through the teacher's head. But one thought solidified in his mind.

He didn't know what Eri meant to the League, but the one thing he did know was that in order to protect her and stop the yakuza's plans, they needed to get her out of their hands.

Aizawa stood from his seat, eyes flashing red and hair standing up as he erased multiple quirks that had started bubbling up in the heat of argument. The other members around the table fell silent and looked over at him. His students locked eyes before glancing over at their teacher, clearly about to hang onto his every word.

"We need to find Dabi now."

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The door slammed into the wall as Dabi's thick boot kicked it open. He crossed the threshold into the shitty studio apartment, using his foot to hook around the door and kick it shut behind them. He had managed to sneak his way through the streets undetected, relying heavily on his memory to know where street cameras were so he could avoid them.

They hadn't even been out of the base for 20 minutes before he felt his phone going haywire in his pocket. Dabi had melted it in his palm and tossed it as soon as that happened. It was a piece of shit burner, but he couldn't risk them figuring out how to track it somehow.

He felt Eri shift on his back as she looked around, and he let his eyes roam over the space as well. Dabi hadn't been to this particular apartment in some time, since he had been spending most of his time at the League's various bases. And while he was somewhat self-conscious of how run-down it was, with paint peeling off the walls, the cabinets in the tiny kitchen missing doors, and dusty stained floorboards, it had two things going for it. (1) It was far away from any of the yakuza or League bases that he knew of, and (2) he had purposefully avoided doing any crimes in the area that could be traced back to him. From an outside perspective, why look somewhere that had no traces of him?

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