Nekonome (vigilante izuku)

brotherhood

"So your quirk lets you emit blue powerful flames! Wait, does it work as in- ur hands heat up to the point fire is made. Or does it collect flammable gasses from the air and like combust them together and i dont know create some kind friction forced fire? Or perhaps your summoning fire from hel-"

"No. Im just able to emit blue flames from my body. Sometimes if im mad it gets hotter than usual." Dabi said annoyed at the continuous questions being thrown at him.

Nekonome didnt get the clue though, so he continued rambling on.

Dabi had been letting nekonome stay at his house for over week now. At first things where akward, and extremely tense. Dabi would sleep in his own room and let greeny sleep on the couch. Yet when he woke up in the morning he would find him curcled up in a ball in the corner of the living room, in his cat form. After 3 days the kid realized that Dabi didnt have any ulterior motive and when Dabi woke up to find him sleeping soundly on his couch, he felt something warm tug at his heart.

Another problem was food. At first Dabi didnt know what to do with his basically empty fridge. Not to mention he barely had any money for groceries. However he still sacrificed the little that he had and gave it to green boi. Dabi himself was dumbfounded whenever he would find himself enjoying the warmth he felt when he saw the kid acting like a kid. He presumed it was because the boy reminded him of his little siblings. After all, he used to be a parental figure to them as well.

Dabi ignored the pinge of sadness whenever he remembered his siblings.

The next day he woke up, and as usual, opened his fridge. This time, he saw that it was full. Well almost. He realised the plastic bag sitting on his kitchen counter. When he opened it he found condements and souces of sorts.

He knew exactly who brought this. Turning around he was met with the kid sitting on his dining table, legs dangling centimeters from the ground.

Holy, how did her get there.

"Where did you get these from?' He asked curtly.

"The grocery." Nekonome mirrored.

"Dont play with me, did u steal?" Stealing wasnt anything knew to him, he himself was a self proclaimed professional. What he was worried about was the kid.

"Of course not" He replied dumbfounded. He turned his head sidways in a cat-like manner, letting his long hair fall to his side. "Usually when I save people, they offer me a few bills in return. I never used to take them because I had no use for it, but now I do." He beamed with triumph.

Dabi was going to go blind with how bright the room was.

"You didnt have to" Dabi sighed.

"Well, do you have money?" The kid replied almost sarcastically.

Since when did he have attitude, the kid was changing way quicker than when he first met him. His personality was almost unrecognizable.

That was good. Atleast he didnt have that dull look in his eyes.

"Shut the fuck up."

Back to the present. Dabi was currently on his bed using his phone. The kid was sitting at the edge of the bed eyes strained on him as he rambled on about Dabis quirk.

Its been only a few days, yet it seemed they grew closer by the hour. Dabi tried to ask a few questions about his vigilantism and life. All he found out was his birthday, name, age and why he was a vigilante. Apparently he didnt have an absolute reason.

Dabi remembered backed to there conversation.

He remembered how all of a sudden that ghostly look was back on his face as he spoke to Dabi. He told Dabi that in the world they currently lived in, there was three choices.

One, the heroes, who where strong for the weak. He told Dabi that the world of the heroes had rejected him.

Two, the villains, who used the weak for their strength. He told Dabi that he had rejected the world of the villains.

And lastly,

three, the vigilantes, who stood on neither side. He told Dabi that he had accepted the world of the vigilantes because he resented and rooted for both.

Dabi may not know what Izuku had gone through, but he understood it wasnt easy.

He ignored the millions of questions that ran through his head. The kid was seriously rubbing off him. Instead he focused on his current task.

Dabi learnt that the day the kid saved him was actually his 13th birthday. He decided that as a 'thank you' he'd buy him a necessity for his vigilantism. A mask. He asked izuku before why he didnt bother putting on a mask when he seemed quiet protective over his identity. The reply he got was quiet mundane.

"I never really thought about it." He said and continued twirling his hair.

So Dabi took it apon himself to buy it for him. After all he had many contacts on the underground wold. Dabi knew many secrets and rumors that could sell for loads if he gave it to the hero world, however him and many more never saw a good reason as to put there life in danger.

The underground world wasnt much like scared parents depicted. Yes, everyone was out for blood but there was a lot more to it than just that. Runaways they would call the them, a bunch of people who'd runaway from there responsibilities after it drove them crazy. They found solace in each others presense, relying on each others left over sanity. Yet, the hero world titled them as dangerous 'gangs' or mafias. So to say, the underground world was shit and dangerous, but both sides have there goods and bads.

Dabi sent a message to an underground craftsmen who made many of the popular villians and vigilantes iconic masks.

He smirked as he got a thumbs up in reply. Perfect.

"Hm? whats up?" The boy asked innocently.

Dabi immediately schooled his face into a nonchalant one.

"Nothing important. I'll be going out tonight, okay?" He asked monotoned.

"Uh okay? anyways so as i was saying-" And the boy continued his ear eating rambling.