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"Touya-" "I told you to call me Dabi," his voice raspily mutters as he slips his shirt on, grabbing his black coat that lays on top of a chair. You slightly frown before groggily moving off his bed, legs wavering when you took your stand, pulling your shirt onto your head.

"You seem a little eager to leave," you half-joke, chuckling to fill in the dead awkward silence between you two. He deadpans at you for a moment, walking out the door when he finally decides he's done staring at you. "H-hey! Wait! Tou-“ you bite back his name before quickly running after him when you slip on your shorts, "Dabi!" He suddenly stops walking, closing his eyes when he feels the engorging fire inside of him dancing; it was almost taunting.

"Yes?" He turns to you slowly, clenching his jaw when he sees you fiddling with the hem of your shirt. "Please... Please stay," you mutter, making him stiffen at your words. "Don't be a villain for a day.. please. Don't be.." You swallow down your pride, continuing, "Dabi. Just be Touya." Yikes.

He blinks at you. He wasn't gonna lie and say that wasn't a little corny. But even so, hearing that from you made him a little sad. Maybe a little more than sad when he feels something warm trickle and seep through a stitch.

"Sorry, Sweetheart," he starts, your eyes immediately averting up to meet his, continuing to say, "staying isn’t my thing.”

You tremble, gently pushing his scarred body off of yours to catch your breath. You turn your head to look at him. Small beads of sweat ran down his jaw with white hair clinging to his skin. You catch the way his Adam’s apple bobs up and down when he swallows dryly. But like any other night, he pushes himself off the bed and gets dressed, like always. "Touya," you sternly say, tightening the bed sheet under your fist. "Hm," he responds. He doesn't even get bothered by the name anymore.

Ever since he's revealed his identity to his father and younger brother, he's been rather more... bipolar—you think bipolar was the word for it. He'd get irritated with you and yet so sweet the next, it was all confusing. "I think we should stop," you spill out, your heavy heart weighing you down to the mattress.

He pauses for a moment before reaching down to pull up his pants. "Stop what?" He suggests, shrugging and you nearly scoff at the irony. You saw through the fake obliviousness. "Stop doing.. whatever this is. And.. I know I don’t have a place to speak about anything about your family but-" he quickly cuts you off with a hand in the air, slowly turning into a fist. "Seriously? This shit again? I thought I told you to drop it," he murmurs, shrugging his jacket onto his shoulders.

"Yeah, well-"

"yeah, well what? There's nothing you can do. Just stop," he roughly argues back at you, moving to leave the room but stops at the doorway, not even sparing you a glance. "Just get the hell out and don’t come back," he coldly says, leaving you alone in the room, naked.

You could only stare at the empty space in the doorway with glossy eyes. You decide you shouldn’t let this get to you, that this was simply just a silly argument and that you’ll come back the next day. And yet, his words made you feel alone. You didn’t come back the next day, or the day after. You both stopped talking completely.

About almost two months passed and…

he went into war with the heroes. Needless to say, you don’t ever think you’ll ever forget Touya. Watching him decay in real time was… something. You realize some old things are better buried than they are worth finding, but you did love him. The boy you knew him as will always be in your memory.

sooo… hey..

The group laughs and cheer on a glass of champagne.

"Shit- shit- shit! Go, go," Denki laughs, nearly tripping on his feet when he starts to run, Sero trailing not too far behind him who lit up the upcoming firework. Midoriya and Iida exchange a few words before heading over to the rest of their old class.

"You guys havin' fun?" Midoriya suggests, smiling wider when you all agree with one another. Suddenly, bursts of laughter are heard from Denki and Mina, laughing at the image of Bakugou with a party hat that was forced onto his head. "Fuckin' bastards!" Small explosions spark from his palms, the other two collectively chittering to themselves. "More drinks, anyone?"

You turn to the sound of Uraraka's voice, floating bottles of beers heading over to the group. You all cheer, clinking tips before taking large sips. "Pretty, right?" You take a sip of your beer, smirking, "hell yeah. I don't know who bought these fireworks but we might just get arrested for it." Kirishima chuckles at that, clinking his bottle of beer with yours. "It was Denki and Todoroki who bought it," he states, nearly spitting out your beer. "What? Todoroki?- No, seriously?"

"I'm serious!" He laughs, gulping down his bottle. Mina suddenly appears, tugging at Kirishima's sleeve, "c'mon, let's light the red firework! And I'll see you later on tonight when the party ends, (Y/N)," Mina exclaims, winking at you before dragging off helpless Kirishima. You smile, turning to see Sero and Tokoyami. You snort, cocking a brow at the bird headed man, "didn't take you to be such a drinker, Toko." He grumbles, finishing whatever 4th bottle that night. Sero laughs, a little hazy. "I only drank two! This man is still low-key sobEr," he burps, making you physically recoil and burst out in a cackle. He follows along just as you get dragged into the group Midoriya and Bakugou was in.

You all watch in amazement as fireworks go off, red beautiful ones splattering across the sky and ones that looked like stars or flowers loomed over your faces.

"Let's play Spin The Bottle!" You surprisingly hear Iida suggest with a robotic voice. You share a look with Jirou, 'he is so obviously doing it for Momo,' you both think.

Fireworks nearly deafen your ears as others blow up in the distance, a bottle of beer set in the center of the circle of your old classmates formed in. "Les'gooo," Midoriya burps, "is that alcohol?" You exclaim, laughing when a fat glass bottle of red fireball appears in Hagakure's hands. Starting with Todoroki, of course, he spins the bottle and it lands on... Sero? You make a 'pfft' sound.

They take a shot of the fireball and hug each other like the men they are, Kirishima nodding his head in approval. Now it was Midoriya's turn... who landed on Uraraka. The girls chitter and blush when they see the two flustered and nervous. They shared a quick peck, nonetheless. Now it was Bakugou's, that landed between you and.. Kirishima. "Hey- no! It's-" you cut off with a laugh, "it's leaning towards you, see?!" "No, you!! I don't wanna share a kiss with a man, you go!"

"Alright, shut your trap! One of you just come over here, you damn idiots!" Bakugou raises his voice in annoyance, tapping his foot. He was sort of nervous. You sighed in defeat before crawling your way over to Bakugou, alcohol and beer intoxicating the air and your breaths. You hear a bunch of 'oooo's when you spread apart his connected knees. You lean in agonizingly slow as a joke, of course; you really didn't expect Bakugou to grab your head and roughly smash his lips against yours. Sure, it sort of turned you on but you had to be real, it's Bakugou for gods sake. No way.

You both disconnect with a loud smooch, falling on your butt as he glares down at you with a small smirk. "Shit, whatever," you mutter, crawling back to your place next to cheerful Kirishima.

It was now your turn to light up the fireworks... but you had a hard time trying to switch the lighter on. "Fuck (Y/N)!" Oijiro explains, Sato immediately running away when he thinks you've switched it on. "Fuuck- okay, somebody hand me a shot of fireball!" You shout to the group of adults, biting your tongue down in concentration as you try your best to emit flames from the mechanical object. Immediately, Koda comes carefully rushing to your side with a shot, immediately downing it and setting the glass shot in his hands. He immediately runs away just as you light it up.

"Go, go, go!" You rush Oijiro who's already dashing until you fall on your own two feet. You couldn't get up. Not when you were drunk and delirious, too far in the alcohol invested in your brain as you lay on the floor. "(Y/N)! You dumbass, MOVE!!" Mina jumps up and down as her anxiety spikes. Midoriya immediately rushes to you and carries you on his back, sighing in relief when the firework explode and emits into a beautiful scenery.

"Oops," you burp, earning a shaking head of disapproval from Midoriya. "Fuckin' dumbass," Denki laughs with Oijiro. You bark back at him, punching at the air and squirm on Midoriya's back.

"M-Midoriya," Iida calls out with a drink of alcohol in his hand, his arm wrapped around drunk Momo. "Why aren't you drinking anything? Aren't you h-having fffun?" He slurs, taking another sip from his plastic red cup. Midoriya chuckles, only just a tad bit tipsy. "Well somebody's gotta drive you people home, right?' Iida laughs, blushing into a deeper shade of red when Momo starts to kiss him on his pulse. "Yes! Of- of course! Now if you'll excuse me-" Iida drags Momo off to who knows where, earning an eye roll from Midoriya.

You roll your eyes back as your head polls to the side, resting your head on whoever's shoulder that was next to you. "I love you guys," you say, loud enough for your old classmates to hear.

"Aww! I love you too, (Y/N)!"

"That's sweet, we love you too!"

"I agree."

"Je t'aime!"

"We... love you too..!"

"Aww, shucks..."

You hear someone click their tongue beside you, leaning their head onto yours, "sure, idiot." Well. You hear more fireworks go off, bright colors illuminating your faces. You'll accept that for now. But now, you were just so happy. You were glad you were with the people you loved and cared about.

You dodge an attack from one of UA's students, readying yourself to use your own quirk.

Your quirk was to absorb, not a person's quirk, but the energy that was carried. Unfortunately, you had to get hurt occasionally to even be able to absorb any. But you did it for the sake of your parents. For yourself.

"Go Kaminari!" You turn and see a green haired boy throw a yellow haired one towards you, lights of sparks flickering around his body.

"Shit," you mutter, running towards the launched boy. He looks at you in confusion just as you catch him in your arms and fall back. You feel immense pain shoot throughout your body, your limbs shaking tremendously as the boy above you held you so. Still, you were able to absorb the energy. But at what cost?

"(Y/N), you disappointment of a child!" You barely open your eyes, feeling your world spin. "Get it together, dammit!" You hear your father shout, but all you could focus on was the echo of his voice. You look to the yellow haired boy on top of you, looking down at you with a half delirious face, part of it showing confusion and concern. Fuck, you think. You mumble something incoherently, something you didn't understand and didn't hear well but the boy did. You start to feel really nauseous. Weakly, you push at the boy. "Get.... oof" You mumble, rolling your eyes back when you feel your body lift from the ground. That was when you tipped over and vomit out what poor breakfast you had this morning.

"F-fuck- just forget them! They were a waste of time anyway," you hear your mother say as you get locked in handcuffs before blacking out at the back seat of a policeman's car.

You croak out in a mumble, eyes blinking themselves awake. Crust rests at the corners. Fuck, where were you?

You were in handcuffs, the kind where it cancels out your quirk, strapped to a chair with a table in front of you and a mirror facing you. Except you knew that wasn't a mirror.

You grunt, attempting to move around- "I wouldn't try that if I were you," you hear a voice call out. You turn your head to the ceiling corner. An intercom? "Play nice and answer truthfully and carefully if you want to see your parents," you hear them say. Wow, you think. What a way to treat a child. Were they sure they were even heroes?

"Sure," you murmur, cringing when you hear your voice crack. How long were you passed out?

You sit up straight on alert when you watch a man come in, along with a hero and.. a teenager. He seemed familiar. You watch the policeman sit down in the chair across from you, tips of his fingers pressing against each other as he focuses his full attention on you. The hero with the scarf just stands beside him while staring down at you, the yellow haired boy looking down at you with a concern face. Why does he look at you like that?

"My name's Detective Tsukauchi. I heard that you and your parents worked for the League of Villains if I heard correctly. And I'm aware that you might be familiar with..

All For One?" You clench your jaw tightly at the name, staring blankly at the man in front of you. "Yes," you say strained. You notice the policeman share a quick look with the pro hero before back at you with a stern and soft look on his face. "What do you do for All For-"

"I work for my parents," you spit, averting your gaze to the side. Gosh, you hated that damn name. You see him blink at you in surprise in the corner of your eye, clearing his throat, "I see. What exactly does your family do?" You look back up. And then at the boy. He keeps giving you that damn look and it's starting to make you anxious. It's pissing you off. Stop looking at me, you think. "We just.. We either rob banks or.. take down heroes so they won't be in the way," you answer truthfully which brings the detective to quite a shock. "You seem pretty loose to be telling us all this information," he narrows his eyes at you, as if he was testing your honesty. "Well I..." Your voice dies out, a question ringing in your head. Why were you being so honest? Sure, you were a honest person. But to say all this stuff? You'll probably get killed by AFO. Maybe even your parents. "That brings us to Denki Kaminari over here," the detective extends his hand out to the yellow haired boy who was in the darkness, now slowly stepping into where the light had shown.

He was.. cute-looking. But he still made a worried-sorry-ass face at you so he still pissed you off. "Go ahead, tell us what they told you," the detective suggests, glancing at you. Oh shit, what did you say? You don't even remember that much. "Well.." You still when you hear his voice, "for starters, when I had took them down.. They said, 'I didn't want to do this anymore.'" Your heart drops. "And they kept apologizing but it was.. all super slurred. Their parents said some mean stuff too..," he finishes, looking up at you one more time, "sorry."

You stare at him with wide eyes, loss for words. "So that brings us to the question, (Y/N). What exactly did you mean by 'I don't want to do this anymore?'" You don't want to answer questions anymore. "Did you mean you don't want to be a villain?" You hate it here. "Could it be that you were forced?-" "I don't want to answer questions anymore!" Your voice croaks and rumbles from your throat, glossy eyes scanning across the metal table. You couldn't stand neither of them. You couldn't bring yourself to look into their eyes.

"I'll take that as my answer," you hear the detective say, standing up from his chair, a low screech from the metal chair making you physically recoil. You hear them exchange a few words in a whisper, leaving the room. Except this 'Kaminari' boy stayed. Shit.

Kaminari gently pulls in the metal chair, trying not to scrape it across the floor as he sits down. "Hey so..." Kaminari's words die out, closing his lips when he has not much to say. You dig your nails into your palm. You honestly rather get your groin kicked than to talk to someone who heard you say something that was small but stupidly embarrassing. "Save it, if you're just gonna berate me and brag about how you absolutely beat my ass back there then leave," you spit, glaring at the wall beside you on your left. Poor wall, you think.

"Hey- n-no.. It's not like that at all, I just.. want to know," he murmurs, looking up at you with a type of unsure. "Are.. Are you okay?"

Your breath hitches, but you're careful not to express any emotion. But you honestly can't help it. "No," your voice comes off harsh, your eyes starting to get glossy again at the tone. You swear you weren't this sensitive.

You slightly raise a brow when you watch him battle with himself internally before slamming a fist on the table and stand up from his chair with a loud scrape, "you're not a disappointment! Your strong and your quirk is powerful! Your parents are good for nothing if they can't see what's right in front of them, your not something to have! You- you're someone! And I'm.. really sorry they're forcing you.. to do... stuff." You stare at him in astonishment, the corners of your lips twitching as you barely process his words. "What?"

He sat down, his cheeks turning into a shade of pink in embarrassment when you didn't get his memo. "Sorry.. I.. jus' wanted to let you know," he mutters. You burst out in a laugh, startling the boy out of his embarrassment. You wipe a tear and look up at him with a wary but soft smile, "thank you. I'm... (Y/N) (L/N). Denki Kaminari, right?" He nods, a smile slowly spreading onto his face.

Aizawa smiles behind the glass, Tsukauchi walking up to stand beside him. "You think they'll be a problem?"

"Nah," Aizawa glances at Tsukauchi and then back at you and Kaminari's giggling forms, "I think they're good."