Ultra Blue Violence (Dabi)

Chapter Ninety - Seven: Interstellar Medium

The forest was eerily quiet as Miya, Dabi, and Toga made their way back to the hidden house. The moon cast long shadows on the dirt path, stretching the trees into twisted shapes that made the woods feel more alive, more menacing. Miya's chest tightened with every step, the air around her thickening with a foreboding she couldn't shake. Dabi walked beside her, his expression as unreadable as ever, while Toga skipped a few paces ahead, humming softly to herself.

They'd been here before. This was where the League gathered when they needed to hide, regroup, plan their next move. It wasn't unfamiliar to Miya, but tonight, something felt different. He was there. All For One.

Dabi had mentioned him casually, as if the most dangerous villain in the world was just another player in their twisted game. But to Miya, All For One was a nightmare made flesh—an unstoppable force that could bend people's will with a glance, a man who commanded fear without needing to lift a finger.

She knew he'd be waiting for them when they returned, and though her heart raced with fear, she refused to let it show. Not in front of Dabi. Not in front of Toga. And certainly not in front of him.

As they approached the clearing where the house stood, its silhouette barely visible against the night sky, Miya clenched her fists. Her nails dug into her palms, grounding her in the present. She wouldn't falter. She couldn't afford to.

Dabi shot her a glance, his sharp blue eyes cutting through the darkness. "You good?" he asked, his voice low but indifferent, as though he already knew the answer.

"I'm fine," Miya replied, her voice steady despite the rapid pounding of her heart. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing how unsettled she felt.

They reached the house, and Toga flung open the door with a gleeful giggle. "We're baaaack!" she called out, her sing-song voice echoing through the empty halls.

Miya hesitated for a moment, her body tensing as she stepped inside. The air was colder here, heavier, like something ancient and malevolent lurked just out of sight. She could feel it—his presence—looming like a shadow over everything.

And then she saw him.

All For One stood in the center of the room, his massive form cloaked in darkness, his face obscured by that eerie, emotionless mask. He didn't need to move or speak to command the room. His mere existence did that. The temperature seemed to drop as his attention shifted toward them, toward her.

Miya's breath hitched, but she forced herself to keep walking. She wouldn't let him see her fear. She wouldn't let him know how deeply unsettled she was. Her legs felt like lead, each step a battle against the instinct to run, to flee from the overwhelming pressure that came with being in his presence.

"Welcome back," All For One said, his voice smooth and calm, as if they were old friends. It sent a shiver down Miya's spine. The sound of it wasn't threatening, but it carried an underlying power that was impossible to ignore. He wasn't just a villain—he was something far worse.

Dabi gave a small nod in response, stepping forward with that casual confidence he always carried. "Everything went as planned," he said, his tone as nonchalant as ever. "We brought what you asked for."

Miya forced herself to stand still, her body stiffening as All For One's attention shifted fully to her. She could feel his gaze, even through the mask. It was like being laid bare, her every secret, every weakness exposed to him without a word.

"And you must be Miya," All For One said, his voice taking on a strange, almost amused tone. "Formerly known as Stardust. I have heard so much about you."