ℂ𝕙𝕣𝕪𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞𝕦𝕞 ☆вnнa one ѕнoтѕ.

Never ask, never rell• Dabi

This one-shot contains triggering subjects of abuse, please read on your own Accord and don't read if they are triggering, and possible triggering words.

Your quirk was like Dabis. Your hands always burned to the touch, you can light anything on fire by your touch or burn it. You can control the heat but they're normally hot. You don't burn people unless you want to.

You and Dabi are close, you've known each other for a long time and been in the LOV for a while. You didn't want to be here but everyone screams at you saying your quirk wasn't meant for heroes. So you gave up.

It's not like you wanted to be a villain, but you really didn't want to be a hero or a vigilante. So, a villain it was, you didn't particularly follow the missions you were given, and how to do them, you did them however you wanted.

You were always on the bad side of Shigaraki. The one thing dabi liked about you was how you tormented Shigaraki with your annoying personality, and how you would always make fun of him.

This, which would lead to almost your death. But here's the thing, you wanted it to. You haven't told anyone, because no one would care, you're villains. You're tired of being here and Shigaraki being obsessed with this stupid UA school.

You are just tired of it. Tired of being here. You didn't have a say on how you grew up.

Your parents were not parents, far from it. They had you just to let out their anger when you cried from the pain they beat you even more.

At the age of 5, you gained your quirk and accidentally used it against your mom, resulting in a brutal beating that left you nearly hanging onto life. After this incident, you never used your quirk.

At the age of 10, your parents did something far worse than you grew up with. Men started to show up, they would talk to your parents and would always eye you, while you were in the corner like a scared puppy never leaving your parents side.

They came over, for one thing, the reason why those men talk to your parents so that they could set up small boundaries. They paid for your parents and had their way with you.

But because of your quirk with your constant warm hands, they always came back.

At the age of 14, your parents made things worse than you could imagine. More men came, all at once. Tortured you sometimes to the point where you pass out, but that never stopped them, not even your, please.

One day while three men were over talking to your parents you broke a cup. That resulted in being shoved down on your knees in the glass and the pleasure the men, you couldn't leave the pile of glass.

This resulted in the scars all over your body, and permanent bruises. For some reason, this made your parents happy.

"My sweet little princess..."

"Be gentle with her will you? She's my princess she's been good lately."

Those words made your stomach churn.

"Yes, be a good girl."

Finally, at the age of 16, you ran away. Finally, free. With this newfound freedom, you met dabi. You've been living on the streets for a couple of months. Once he saw you, he happily took you in never asking what happened to him, and you never asked him what happened to him. You both didn't ask so you both didn't tell.

That's what made dabi feel special, despite your scars and disgusting marks on your body, he just didn't care. You saw his scars on him, you know he couldn't have gone through better things than you so he filled a hole in your heart, someone you could relate to.