Burning love |Dabi ff

Chapter 1

The days went on, and I didn't see the stranger again. But I had to think of him almost every day. Is he alive? Why was he hurt? Stuff like this. "Alright, Katusmi, you can go home now." Recovery Girl told me when I healed another student. "Alright, see you tomorrow." I yelled at her and left the room. On the way outside, a boy with red, spiky hair approached me. "Hey! You're Katsumi Bakugo, right?" He asked me, and I looked at him confused. "Yeah, I am. Why?" I asked him. "You're brother, where is he?" He asked me. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe he's already home." I said, and he slowly nodded as he walked away. "alright, thanks." He said and left. I walked out of the gates when suddenly a few reporters approached me. "Hello! Here we have a student from UA. Tell me, What's your name?" The woman asked me while a camera was pointed at me the whole time. I got nervous but didn't want to be rude. "My name is Katsumi Bakugo." I said politely. "Oh! So you must be related to Katsuki Bakugo? Right? I heard he did great when the villains attacked the USJ. Tell me what's it like to live with him." She asked, and the anger built up inside of me. I pushed myself through the reporter and took the bus to go home. Dinner was almost ready, and I sat down at the table. "Where is Katuki?" I asked my mother. "He's still training; you know, he's a completely dumbass, but he still trains a lot. I'm really proud that I'm his mother." My mother said. I abruptly stood up, and the chair fell to the ground. I walked to the front door and took my jacket. "Katsumi?!" I heard my mother, and then I closed the door behind me.

It was raining outside as I walked through the city. The people were running to get to somewhere where it's dry. I just walked to a bigger house as I noticed a ladder. I slowly climbed up, and I was now on a little higher house. I sat on the roof while my feet dangled down under a small fence. The tears now finally fell down my face. "Why is it always him?" I mumbled to myself. "Why always Katuski?!" I mumbled a little louder now. I then looked up into the rail while yelling. "WHY IS IT ALWAYS HIM!?" I took a shaky breath and slowly looked down from the huge house. "I could just..." I mumbled as I looked down from the house. "It's so easy. And nobody would care." I said and skiwky got up and was about to step forward when I suddenly heard someone clap from behind. I quickly turned around to see a person with a black coat and a black hood. "Who are you?!" I yelled, and the person looked up at me and pulled down the hood. There was the man I helped a few days ago. I know those blue eyes and those familiar scars. "It's you!" I said as I pointed at him.

"Yeah," he answered as he looked at me. "What are you doing here?! Are you stalking me?!" I asked again. "Pf- as if. I was enjoying my peace here when you came onto the roof and started yelling at nobody." He said annoyed. "Well, in that case, I'm sorry." I mumbled and looked down. I sat down again, and he stood up, then walked over to me. "Well, since I'm already here as a service, in return, since you saved me a few days ago, I would listen to your story." He said as he sat down. "what?" I asked him. "You were yelling, 'Why is it always him?' Who is him?" He asked me lazily, and I looked at him and then again down the roof. "My brother. He's my brother," I told him. "And why were you thinking about killing yourself now?" He asked me, and I looked at him kind of speechless. "He wants to be the greatest hero of all time, and he works hard for that. But I'm always in his shadows. For the people around me, I'm just Katsumi, the sister of Katsuki Bakugo." I said. "When people talk to me, it's always about my brother. My mother never talks about me; it's always him." I exhaled and held my head in my hands. "That's the reason you want to kill yourself?" He asked me dumbfounded. "You don't understand." I said exhausted. "I don't have one friend, and he... he's famous and has a huge friend group." I said with pain in my voice. It was quiet for a moment.

The rain drizzled down, creating a soft patter against the roof as I sat there, my hands cradling my head in frustration. The weight of my brother's expectations felt unbearable, and I wished for a moment that I could disappear. "Hey," the man beside me said, breaking the silence. "You've got it all wrong, you know. Being in someone's shadow doesn't mean you don't have your own light." I glanced at him, feeling both annoyed and intrigued. "What do you know about it?" He shifted, leaning back on his hands. "I know what it's like to be underestimated. You think everyone cares about your brother because he's some hotshot hero-in-training? They're just using you. They'll forget you the moment you're out of sight."

His words stung, but I could see the truth in them. "You don't understand... I just want to be seen. I want to be me, not just Katsuki's sister." He regarded me for a moment, his expression unreadable. "What if I told you there's a way to break free from that? A way to escape his spotlight and write your own story?" I furrowed my brow, my heart racing with curiosity. "What are you talking about?"

He leaned in, his voice low and serious. "You could fake your death. Disappear. Start fresh. With me." I stared at him, shocked. "Fake my death? Why would I even consider that?"

"Because you want to be free, right? You want to escape your brother's shadow? Come with me to the League of Villains. We could use someone like you—someone with healing powers."

My heart raced as I processed his words. The League of Villains? It sounded insane; I was a hero or something like this, but a part of me was drawn to the idea. "...what would I have to do?"

He smirked, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Leave your old life behind. We'll set it up so everyone thinks you're gone. Your mother, the reporters, everyone—they'll think you're dead. And then, you can be whoever you want. No more Katsuki's sister, just Katsumi."

I was torn. The thought of leaving everything behind—my home, my family, the constant comparisons—was enticing. But could I really go through with it? "What if they find out?" I asked, my voice shaky. He shrugged. "I'll make sure of it. We have ways. You'll be safe. And who knows? You might even find family with us. We don't care about heroics or fame. We're real. We're powerful."

His words hung in the air, heavy with promise. I looked out over the city, my heart pounding. "And what's in it for you?" I asked, suspicion creeping in. "A good entertainment, of course." He said as he grinned at me. The thought of being free and shedding my old identity like a snake shedding its skin was intoxicating. I looked back at him, my mind racing. "What do I have to do?"

He leaned closer, his eyes locked onto mine. "First, you need to make them believe you're gone. We'll figure out the details, but I promise you, once you're with us, you'll never have to be in the shadows again." I hesitated, the weight of my decision pressing down on me. But in that moment, surrounded by the rain and the uncertainty of my future, I realized I was tired of being invisible. Maybe this was my chance to take control of my life.

"Okay," I said finally, my voice steady. "I'm in."

He grinned, and for the first time since I met him, I felt a flicker of hope. Perhaps this was the beginning of something new—a chance to redefine who I was, away from the legacy of Katsuki Bakugo.

"By the way, you know my name; what's yours?" I asked him as we stood up. "You can just call me Dabi." He said as he ruffled my hair. "Let's go now; we'll have a lot of things to do."