"Maybe" | Denki Kaminari [COMPLETED]

Chapter Sixteen: Dabi

I held two slips of paper in my hands, one thicker than the other, both equally important. Both I had received earlier that day, one more ceremonially that the other. Myself from two months ago would have seen each paper as a different path, but I saw them as shallow rocky waters where one wrong move would send me tumbling into failure. I could no longer choose one path; the two had merged to become all the more treacherous.

I tucked the provisional hero license into the pocket of my jeans and dialed the number on the thin piece of paper into my phone. It rang once, twice, and a third time before the person on the other line picked up.

"Hello, Kaiya."

"Dabi," I said flatly.

"I wasn't sure you were going to call, darling."

"The more you talk the more I'm starting to wish I didn't."

"It has been a while, hasn't it?"

I rolled my eyes and evaded the question. "Why did that blonde girl at the test give me your number? You aren't paying her to set us up, are you?"

"Of course not. I'm part of the League now. And since I'm the lowest profile and one of the few people who doesn't hate you right now, I'm your line to the League."

"I know where your --our-- base is."

"Yes, but we can't exactly waltz into the UA dorms every time we need to talk to you."

I sighed. "This is great."

"Make sure you keep your phone charged."

"That shouldn't be a problem," I said, hoping he could hear my smirk through the phone.

"And why not?"

"I'm dating an electric-type hero."

Dabi laughed. "I know who I'm killing first when we take over UA."

I almost gagged on my next words. "I hope I'll be there to see it."

I hung up and flung myself facedown on the bed and screamed into the pillow. I hated leading two lives. I texted Denki and hoped he wasn't playing a video game. If he was, he might not see my text for hours. Then I'd look like a fool.

There was a knock at my door, interrupting my gloomy thoughts.

"It's unlocked," I said, not bothering to sit up. I heard the door click shut, then a hand was placed on my back.

"You okay?" Denki asked.

"No," I said into the pillow.

"Is it the League?"

"I wish it was the League." I groaned and sat up. "It's Dabi."

"Who's that?"

"He's a loner villain who recently joined the League. And now he's my contact with them."

"Why is he so bad?"

"For starters, he's my ex-boyfriend, and he will not stop flirting with me."

"Oh." Denki blinked. "Was he a good boyfriend?"

I scoffed. "Absolutely not. Remember the guy with the stitches on his face and hands? From summer camp?"

Denki nodded.

"That's him. Well, I dated him before he got those stitches. When he decided to cover up the burns, he had me take away his pain while he stitched himself up. He didn't really understand how my quirk worked, and I kinda went comatose."

"Did the League do anything about it?"

"Oh, they weren't happy that their youngest and most promising member had almost died, but it's not like they did anything to help."