two diffrent worlds ~ dabi x reader fanfic (discontinued for now)

Its gonna be one hell of a time

y/n pov:

I had walked out the agency building, i was going to have to go with my idea of just telling dabi straight up. It was all i could think about.

I walked down the street, making it seem like i was on patrol. The more i thought about it the more that i realized, I never even wanted to become a hero.

You know how you have friends, that are just.. well whats the word, toxic? Well just like that, there are heros that are toxic. heros that are only doing it for the fame. To be honest, I think the only hero i know who never really wanted the fame was the one and only all might, and eraser head.

However with him in retierment, now the whole hero society is just corrupt. The more i rembered that, the more i wanted to betray them instead of the villans. There trying to get there ideals out just like heros are. Its just heros have licences to destroy things, and use quirks freely. A second someone uses there quirk "wrong" there labeled a villan. While they might just be fighting to survive.

Thats why i never even wanted to be a hero. The only reason i am was to prove my parents wrong. Was that even a good enough reason?

Does that make me as bad as them? As all the other heros who are only doing it for the fame..

I looked up to the rooftops, seeing the figure from before again. I smiled, now i know for sure who it is.

I used my quirk to get me up to the roof top. The figure standing in front of me, there black hair blowing in the wind, The scarf around there neck, the all black clothing.

It was none other then my old teacher Mr. Aizawa.

"well what do i owe the pleasure Mr.Aizawa?" I inquired, taking my mask off.

"I assume you got the note mic sent for me." He said dully, stuffing his hands in his pockets

"I did, you need to stop saying up so late" I smirked, crossing my arms.

"Look, we just need your help."

"we?"

"I cant discuss it right now.. care to drop by the school?" He asked, grabbing his goggles from under his scarf.

"uh sure i guess.. 1 am good?" I asked, referencing the note from earlier.

"its perfect" he had put his goggles on his face. you could hear the tierdness in his voice yet he didn't care.

"Goodbye Mr.aizawa" i waved pulling my mask back on

He waved goodbye, jumping down on the opposite side of the building. I watched as her ran across telephone wires. I dont know how he did it but to this day it still amazes me.

I Decided I was going to continued my walk down to my apartment by roof. Since dabi was still there. I walked at a slow pace, my building was only about 8 more down.

If it wasent for Mr.aizawa telling me that i would be a useful hero, i would've quit. I would've begged for him to expel me actually. School was miserable for me, since i lived by myself at such a young age at the time. the other studers found that as a good way to make me feel weak, plus they had far much more expierence with there quirks.

At the time i could only lift small things, or cause a little harm. Nothing to serious, at the most a bruise. I could only summon one shadow at a time as well, which is not helpful sometimes.

That was when aizawa offered to give me some more lessons, to help me progress. He was harsh yea, but if it wasent for him I wouldent be where I am! I have a lot to thank him for, so if he needs my help I would feel bad to decline.. It's like I'm in debt to him.