Dabi x Reader

Part 1

I can't stand this life anymore every day I'm in this hero hospital helping these people till I pass out. I'm never given a sick day and if I try too I have help even more throughout the week. It doesn't help that I get a pounding headache from doing it. Every day my limits are tested and I'm sick of it I've seen what they do with kids with good quirks it's not good at all. It's not that I hate healing people it's just I wish I could take a break.  With my quirk I can repair tissue damage my specialty is nerve damage. The drawbacks are that if I use it too much my hands are left numb and shaking as if I was doing an intense exercise. You'd think the commission would understand this and not have me do such straining exercises but they say if I do I'll only heal more and more people. However tissue damage is much easier for me since it takes lower concentration usually they are left with a scar but with nerve damage it takes a lot out of me because I have to repair the damaged nerve cells. I found out about my quirk when I was in the hospital with my mother both of my parents had healing quirks and had gotten married through a quirk marriage to have a kid with a better quirk. My mother had taught me about the human body so I'd understand how the body heals wounds and tissue. Once I turned five she'd would instruct me with what to do in my parents small medical center. I healed the persons wound immediately and my parents were amazed after the commission found out and I was taken into the program. I see my parents every couple of days not that they let me have a day off. I just wanted to live my life my own way.

Honestly I know I'm being selfish but I just want to have a day where I'm not in the hospital seeing all these horrible wounds and injuries. I'm constantly being worked to my limits and the problem is I can't even use my quirk on myself. The only day I get off is if I get wounded and it's the only day where I don't feel like passing out.

Im sick of it so one day while villains were attacking I was sent to the front lines as a medic. I ran through the crumbling buildings and broke the ear piece I was given underneath some rubble today was the day I faked my disappearance. I had already set up money in the motel I was going to stay in and then change my identity and leave this country.

As I ran through the rubble I was careful to keep in the shadows as I was sure they had figured out my ear piece was gone I ran to the river and went to change into my new outfit. After I changed quickly I threw my blonde hair into a beanie. I'd needed to change the color later. And put on a pair of sunglasses and baggy clothes to not give me a defining figure I had never felt comfortable in tight clothes they made me wear as my hero costume. I picked up my clothes and threw them into the fire that was started from the villain battle. Giving up on my identity as a hero.

My reasons for leaving I want a life where we aren't defined by are quirks and given a choice on how we use it the commission didn't give me a choice and I was forced into becoming a child soldier because my parents let them take me. The fact some hero's only used it for fame and fortune disgusted me as you can see I liked stains ideology. Not only for that but I can't stand that they could let hero's get away with hurting their families as in my case if I didn't do what my parents asked of well let's just say I have wounds that can't be healed through normal means.

I turned my back on my burning hero clothes and ran away from the rubble anyone would just see me as a normal pedestrian running away from the crime scene. The fight ended quickly and the news broadcast ended. I'd know for soon the commission would have my face plastered everywhere.

I went to a motel with the hair dye and scissors all ready in my backpack along with makeup and colored contacts. I cut my long hair up to my shoulders and dyed my hair to a dark purple. The colored contacts to hide my green eyes changed to a blue. The makeup I used to contour and make slight changes to my face structure. I left the motel on the bike I had bought previously.