Maybe We'll fix Each Other

Chapter 64

Summary:

They won the trial, but a verdict can't erase the past. It can't put out a fire. Not when it's been burning for 24 years.

Notes:

👏🏼😤😈 IT'S BEEN A WHILE SINCE I GOT TO LET DABI GO AT IT. 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 SO FUN TO WRITE!

Here's hoping things go well 😅 Even though he doesn't have the best track record of that LOL

Aizawa: "Violence isn't the answer."
Dabi: "You're right."
Aizawa: *sighs in relief*
Dabi: "Violence is the question."
Aizawa: "What?"
Dabi, taking off: "And the answer is yes."
Aizawa, running after him: "NO--"

Hope you guys enjoyyyy~~~~ 💜🖤🐀

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Chapter Text

He didn't even have time to fully ignite his blueflame before the sheer mass of Endeavor slammed into him.

Dabi bit back a grunt of pain as he felt his back crash through the courtroom wall. There were screams of surprise that they left behind, but Dabi couldn't hear them over the sound of the ringing in his ears.

Smashing through another wall, Dabi let out a roar of his own as he exploded in blue fire. The force of it broke Endeavor's hold on him, causing them to slam into the ground. Dabi threw out his arms to stop himself from rolling. There was a sharp pain radiating from his shoulder where he'd made contact with the floor.

He snarled ferally as he shot to his feet. A manic spark shone in his eyes as he let out a laugh.

"How's it feel to lose, dad?!" Dabi yelled.

The insult spurred Endeavor to stand, throwing his arms forward and releasing a jet of fire. But now Dabi was prepared. He lifted his right hand to catch the impact of Endeavor's flames, swinging his left up to blast fire right back at him.

Endeavor cursed as he was forced to move one of his own arms up defensively as the intense heat of Dabi's fire slammed into him.

Dabi felt Endeavor's attack falter, the orange flames stuttering for a moment as the force of his blueflame landed. He could feel the skin of his hand and forearm starting to blister, but he didn't care. The way Endeavor was forced back a step spurred him onward.

With another bellow of anger, Endeavor shot his hand back out wildly. It missed Dabi by some inches, catching the walls and ceiling in a glowing blaze. Dabi's eyes widened for a split second before sharpening into a deadly glare, and he poured more heat out of his palm.

This felt different than their last encounter in the gym. Because Endeavor–despite his anger–had always been versed in keeping himself in control. But now? He was out of options. And Dabi was the one in control.

The thought brought a wry smirk to Dabi's face as he took a step forward, igniting his right hand to match his left. The pain in his shoulder spiked, but it was nothing compared to the nerves being fried as the blisters began spreading up to his biceps.

He pushed on anyway.

"You should NEVER have been BORN!" Endeavor roared, fury seeping off of him as he was forced to pull back his fire and divert all his focus to defense.

"And whose fault is THAT?!" Dabi screamed back, channeling more heat into his blueflame. He felt the searing of his skin reach the muscles of his shoulders and snake into his chest.

Dabi lashed out, twisting one hand in an arc and bringing it back down to crash on Endeavor's head.

Endeavor was pushed back another step, and he let out a yell of pain as the blueflame ripped across the left side of his face.