Ultra Blue Violence (Dabi)

Chapter Ninety-Eight: Virgo Cluster

The air inside the hideout was suffocating, heavy with tension that hadn't broken for days. Outside, the forest was damp, the decay of fallen leaves merging with the scent of rain-soaked earth. The world beyond the trees had descended into chaos, and in their fragile shelter, the League of Villains had become a powder keg waiting for a spark.

Miya stood by the cracked window, her arms tightly wrapped around herself. The distant sounds of society crumbling were nothing more than a faint hum. She stared blankly into the woods, her mind elsewhere. The world around her felt like it was slipping through her fingers, and now, something else weighed on her—something she couldn't shake.

Lady Nagant was defeated.

The news had reached her not long ago. The infamous sniper, who Miya had once admired, had been taken down by that boy—Deku. The thought gnawed at Miya's chest. Lady Nagant had been someone she quietly respected, a symbol of survival in a corrupt world. And now she was gone, crumpled beneath the weight of a system and a child hero who refused to break.

"She should've known better," Miya muttered under her breath, her fingers twitching at her sides. "She shouldn't have—"

"She shouldn't have trusted anyone," Dabi's low voice interrupted from behind her, startling her out of her thoughts. He was leaning against the doorframe, his usual swagger dampened but not extinguished. His blue eyes caught the flickering light in the room, cold and dangerous. "That's what you were gonna say, right?"

Miya clenched her fists, turning slightly to look at him. "She was strong. Smarter than most of us. She shouldn't have lost to someone like him. He's... he's just a kid."

Dabi scoffed, stepping closer, the smell of smoke trailing behind him. "A kid with too much power and a hero complex. Nagant knew what she was getting into when she took him on. She made her choice, just like the rest of us."

Miya didn't respond immediately. Dabi had a way of reducing things to the simplest terms, brushing off the weight of loss with a kind of casual cruelty. It was one of the reasons why she found him both infuriating and irresistible. She sighed, her gaze dropping to the floor. "I just... it didn't have to be her."

From across the room, Dabi's low voice cut through the silence. "Nagant was strong, but she made a choice." He was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, blue eyes cold as ever. "And she paid for it."

Dabi pushed himself off the wall and walked toward her, his presence filling the room like smoke. "It was always gonna be someone, Miya. In this world, you either burn or get burned. And right now, we're all running out of fuel."

She looked up at him, her chest tightening. There was something in his voice—something dark and honest. He was right, and that terrified her. Every moment they spent together felt like a slow descent into madness, the fire between them both consuming and destructive.

Miya swallowed hard. "What about us?" Her voice was quieter than she wanted it to be, but the question hung between them like a weight she couldn't ignore.

Dabi tilted his head slightly, his gaze narrowing. "What about us?"

She took a breath, her hands trembling at her sides. "This thing we have... it's killing us, Dabi. We're toxic for each other, and you know it."

He chuckled, the sound harsh and biting, as he stepped closer. His hand reached out, trailing a finger along her jawline, making her shiver despite herself. "Toxic's all I know, Miya. It's what we do best. You think I didn't notice?" His thumb brushed over her bottom lip before pulling away. "You're drawn to it—just like me."