Ultra Blue Violence (Dabi)

Chapter Ninety-Two: Trojan

"Touya is dead. This is an unforgivable lie!" Endeavor's voice ripped through the air, the tremor of his words betraying his unstable facade. His desperation was palpable, raw. Miya could feel the weight of his disbelief—it mirrored her own when she first learned the truth. Imagine being told your son, thought lost to the ashes, was alive all this time.

(Imagine being told your father was dead all this time.)

(He was just a face—a lie, a ghost.)

Dabi, unbothered by Endeavor's turmoil, let out a bitter laugh. "So sad you never bothered to invite me to your little fire-quirk-infested agency!" His voice dripped with mockery as he taunted the Number One Hero, his grin feral and cruel. "What, don't believe me? Ask Miya! She's right here." He gestured back toward the shadows where Miya hid, tucked behind spikes and columns.

Her head jerked up at the mention of her name, the sound cutting through her like a blade.

"She's been by my side this whole time, unlike you!" The venom in his voice made the air feel hotter, denser. Miya's skin prickled beneath her costume as the heat intensified, suffocating her.

She stood frozen, realization dawning in pieces, falling like shards of broken glass. This was why Dabi had kept her in the dark, why he never let her into the room that day. Why he had pressed her for every detail about her Soviet mission, about The Commission, and about Hawks. Her gaze flicked to Skeptic and his computer, the truth slamming into her like a freight train.

Everything was out there.

All her secrets. All her darkness.

Her pain laid bare for the world to see.

The internet had swallowed her past, spit it out for anyone to devour—the truth about Stardust, about her alliance with Dabi, about Touya Todoroki. This wasn't just a personal betrayal; it was a nation-wide collapse. Japan's government, its society, crumbling under the weight of their sins, exposed for all to witness.

Isn't this what they had wanted? Right?

Dabi's laugh pulled her from her thoughts, its harshness scraping the walls. "Yeah, my face might be pretty disgusting now, but it's still shocking my own family didn't recognize me." His grin faltered for a brief second before he continued, the bitterness in his voice impossible to miss. "It's crappy. Depressing, even. You know, out of everyone, you should've known, Dad. I didn't forget about you or the family. I've been watching from the shadows this whole time."

He paused, his breath ragged with emotion. "You should be beyond reproach, Number One. And now? A pre-recorded video of my life is streaming across the entire country. Can you believe it? I didn't expect this to be so... fun." His voice wavered, barely masking the sadness buried beneath his fury.

Miya could feel the depth of his pain, the rage that simmered just beneath the surface. He might've understood why she hadn't believed him at first. But his father? That was unforgivable.

Clapping his hands together, Dabi's grin widened, but it no longer held any real joy. It was a mask—just like the rest of him. "I wondered for so long how I could make you suffer. How I could ruin your life. Ever since I burned up, it's all I've thought about!" His voice grew louder, more frantic. "As a kid, I didn't know why I existed. I cried to Natsuo, bawling my eyes out. But you didn't care, did you? You didn't know. And then when Shoto was finished, I figured I'd kill him!"

Dabi spun on his heels, his coat flaring around him as he continued his twisted dance. "But then, something unexpected happened. You became Number One." He laughed again, more manic this time. "Who would've guessed, huh? Suddenly, I was invested in your happiness. Can you believe it? In Kyushu, I was actually scared you were going to die!"