Fell for a Villain?

Meeting the LOV

(A few days before)

Dabi’s pov:

I was leaning against the wall, half-listening to the usual chatter from the League. The hideout was as dreary as ever, filled with tension that seemed to hang in the air like a storm waiting to break. I wasn’t expecting anything out of the ordinary when Kiamari L/n strolled in with his usual air of arrogance. He had that look on his face—the one that said he knew something the rest of us didn’t.

The League quieted down as he stepped forward, clearly ready to drop some bombshell on us. I kept my eyes half-lidded, feigning disinterest, but something about his demeanor put me on edge. “I’ve got something that might interest all of you,” Kiamari began, his voice laced with that self-satisfied tone that grated on my nerves. “I have a daughter, her name is Y/n.”

For a second, you could hear a pin drop. The League was frozen, everyone processing what he’d just said. Toga’s eyes went wide, and Twice’s usual banter died in his throat. Even Shigaraki looked momentarily caught off guard, his fingers twitching like he was recalculating the situation in his head.

“Wait, you have a daughter?” Toga finally broke the silence, her voice a mix of curiosity and disbelief. “Yes,” Kiamari replied, clearly enjoying the shock he’d caused. “Y/n is my daughter, and she’s inherited my quirk—Dreamweaver. She doesn’t know how to use it yet, but with the right training, she could be a powerful asset to us.”

“Your daughter…” Shigaraki murmured, his eyes narrowing as he considered the implications. “So why is she here, then? Why isn’t she already working with us?”
Kiamari’s smile grew more twisted. “That’s because she hasn’t seen me in a long time, and she doesn’t know I’m a villain.  She hasn’t seen me since she was a little girl.” The room was filled with murmurs of surprise and intrigue. Kiamari’s revelation had thrown a wrench into the League’s usual dynamics, and everyone seemed to be reevaluating their view of Y/n.

It was clear that this new piece of information had shifted the focus of their plans. I stood silently in the corner, my expression unreadable. I’d known all along that Y/n was Kiamari’s daughter. We used to be friends, back when I still gave a damn about such things. But those days were long gone, and I didn’t talk about my past.

It wasn’t my style, and it sure as hell wasn’t something I wanted to bring up now. “Yeah, but how do we even find her?” I interjected, my voice steady despite the tension in the room. “You haven’t seen her since she was a little girl.”

Kiamari pulled out a photo from his pocket, unfolding it with a practiced nonchalance. It was a picture of Y/n as a teenager. “This is what she looks like now. She works for a pet shelter.” The photo showed Y/n with a happy expression giving a pet to a random person.

Even in the photo, it was clear she wasn’t the same child I remembered.
Mr. Compress took the photo, studying it with interest. “A pet shelter, huh? That shouldn’t be too hard to track down. We can use this information to find her.” Shigaraki’s voice cut through my thoughts.

“We find her then you train her,” he said, his voice steady as he adjusted to the new strategy. “Bring her to our side, and if she resists, make sure she understands what’s at stake.” Kiamari nodded, his eyes gleaming with a dark satisfaction. “Exactly. Once she realizes her true potential and the reality of her situation, she’ll join us willingly…hopefully.”

I went to my room to think about the plan, as I slipped my hands into the worn pockets of my old jacket, my fingers brushed against something small and cold. "What the...?" I muttered, pulling it out. It was an old ring, tarnished from time but unmistakably familiar. My eyes narrowed as I recognized it—Y/n’s promise ring. She thought she lost it. I thought she lost it.