Midori the Queen

And so her Reign Ends

“TOUYA!!!” 

Dabi heard Karma scream his name, and everything else around him disappeared. He couldn’t see All for One, couldn’t see the massive ball of fire All for One formed in his hand. All he could see was her... and wondered why the thing that hurt him most was seeing that pained expression on her face. 

“Izumi…” 

~Several Months Prior~

“You were contacted by the League of Villains?” Dabi raised a brow at Giran as the two of them shared a drink. He’d heard about this guy’s reputation, and sought him out in order to find others like himself. He didn’t care for people in general, but being a villain required allies. In order to find the right sort of people to coincide with he sought help from a professional. “That’s the group that attacked U.A. High School in order to kill All Might, isn’t it? From what I hear they’re just a rowdy group of losers looking to stir up trouble.”

“That’s the old league. They’ve recently had a change in power and in turn their goals have changed.” He handed Dabi a card. “I’ve already got one kid biting, but they’re looking to expand their ranks much wider. You’ve a powerful quirk, and a good head c on your shoulders. I think you should come with me, and hear what they have to say. It could be a worthwhile investment.” 

“Tch…” Dabi stare at the card, flipping it over this way and that. He burned the edge a little, tempted to waste it… but then remembered why he’d sought this guy out. “Fine… I’ll take your advice… but I don’t see how these fools could have changed in only a few weeks.” 

I almost walked away from all of it. Almost went in a completely different direction. How different would my life have been if I hadn’t met her? 

Shigaraki Tomura hadn’t impressed him at all. Neither had the crazy tart who bounced around like a kid waving a knife. He sat in that plush apartment wondering what the hell he was doing associating himself with these losers. 

...and then she walked in, and his opinion shifted. 

She wasn’t much to look at first glance, but the way she talked, worked the room, and smoothed down the tense atmosphere was impressive. He liked her moxy and spirit but he swasn’t quite convinced that she and her league suited him.

“If you’re going to partner with Stain then I’ve no objections about joining… but I’m warning you now I’m not a team player. I looked after myself, I always have.” 

That’s right, ever since I ran away from home I've always looked after myself. I didn’t need friends, I didn’t want friends, but I got both, and something extra I hadn't been looking for at all.

“Thanks for the warning…”  Karma playfully responded. He saw the smile hinting in the eyes behind her mask, and his impression of her grew more intrigued. 

How was it that a kid could become a master puppeteer? She tied her invisible strings around Toga, lulling the girl in with the kind of friendship that border lined on insane… and yet she made it look endearing and genuine. She had those same strings wrapped all around Tomura and the rest of her crew… bringing the supposed big bad villains crawling to their knees. 

Who was this girl? 

He caught himself hanging on her every word, reading her every movement, and wondered just what sort of secrets lay behind the mask. That mix of innocence and seduction had him eager to touch, eager to peel away the layers of bravado and find the truth. 

After the meeting had been adjourned he spent the next hour researching. It didn’t take long for him to figure out that the woman in question was none other than Izumi Midoriya, aspiring hero, U.A. alumni, and the winner of the Sports Festival.