#(same hat!)

You guys are also both skeletons.

Hello?

Never mind.

You couldn't rest until he was DEAD.

No matter how much it hurt. And God, did it HURT. Every moment, every DAY. A fucking reminder of what that BASTARD had DONE to you. Your fucking so called Father.

Ha! What a joke.

A so called Heroooo~☆! Moral and true! He would NEVER abuse his own KID! NEVER abuse the power he held over them for his own GAIN! Don't be SILLY, sweetie! You're just GRUMPY. Like a FUCKING TODDLER. Now do as you're told and DIE FOR US!

You'll kill him.

You'll KILL HIM!

If it's the last thing you ever do.

No matter the pain. The failing lungs. The brittle bones and bruising skin. The agony of each fucking step. You'll hunt him down. Show him EXACTLY what sort of monster he's made. He RUINED you. Took EVERYTHING! You were just a KID! A KID!! And he USED YOU.

Whored out your Quirk until there was nothing let to give!

Thought he could dump you in some hospital to DIE like a dirty little secret! As though you'd be a good little girl and take his crimes to the grave for him! Fuck that. Fuck HIM and everyone who KNEW something was wrong, KNEW something didn't add up, and looked the fucking other way!

Fuck so called Heros.

Everyone thinks healing quirks are some magical god damned gift from god. The ticket to a better life. A guaranteed life of doting and being catered too. HA! Ha ha HA HA HA!!!

Try endless emotional manipulation! You don't want this person to DIE do you? It would be YOUR FAULT! You just have to try a little bit longer! I know you feel sick, honey, but look how much PAIN they're in! Don't be SELFISH. Just one more.

Oh! And let's not forget the SOURCE. Where do you think all that fuel COMES FROM? Not every Quirk is like Recovery Girl's! Hell, she's an OUTLIER! It's why she's FUCKING FAMOUS! She can heal and heal and HEAL for DAYS. Other people? Have to STOP.

Or they'll DIE.

But tell that to DEAR OL DAD! Did HE care? No! He got the golden goose, then abused it til it DROPPED! It's FINE! He'll just pump another one out of his wife! To HELL with what he's done!

Your Quirk ATE YOU ALIVE. He KNEW it was doing it. In bits and pieces, your stamina, your strength, your muscles and organs. Past the point of no return. Past the point any amount of rest could FIX. But, HEY! At least he got his little promotion in the ranks! At least HE benefits!

You'll kill him.

As you slowly, painfully, put one foot infront of another. That's what keeps you going. You're going to KILL him. No matter what it takes. All you need to do... ALL YOU NEED TO DO! Is get him immobile long enough to RIP the life out of HIM.

Because, oooooh ho ho! That's RIGHT! Hospital beds and agony gave you time to THINK. If you can PUSH? Surely you can PULL right? Pull and pull and PULL all that health away? Take BACK what was stolen? He should PAY. He's GONNA pay.

They ALL will.

There! After walking for so long. Plotting for so long. The BASTARD. Getting chummy with Endeavor. Ha ha! Trash really does call to trash, huh? He never could resist ass kissing. Pity he doesn't have his pet healer to whore out anymore.

It's time.

The grin on your face, trapped beneath your oxygen mask, must be something ugly and terrible to behold. You feel insane. The world sharp. The crowd between you and him immaterial. You'll take them too! Take ALL OF IT! Ha ha! Why not?! All you need to do is-!

An almost burning hot hand grabs the back of your stolen hoodie and yanks, hard. You go crashing back and to the ground in a clatter of oxygen tank, cords, and quickly bruising limbs. You sprained something. You can FEEL it. Possibly cracked bone. The pain is so much worse.

You wheeze, barely manage to roll over to face your attacker.

Burned skin and burning eyes. Staples barely holding beautiful ruin together. Grin? Or baring teeth? He crouchs, looming, his eyes too intent as he informs you that Endeavor is HIS. You were stepping on toes. Ah. Got it.

You tell him that you want Regenerate. Not Endeavor. Apologize for the mix up, you didn't know if there was like... a formal way to declare that, oooor...

He laughs. Then asks the million yen question. How are you going to kill Regenerate, busted up as you are? You're kinda miffed. You WERE going to walk up and suprise attack him. Maybe use the crowd as a boost. But now? You'll be lucky to stand under your own power. Asshole.

He prods you for answers. You're kinda trapped on the disgusting ground, so like? Why the fuck not? Might as well. Your health was transferred away. You got used as fuel. Regenerate is your bastard of a sperm donor and you plan to deliver unto him, what he did to YOU. But you have to be able to MOVE for that.

The burned man above you tilts his head in consideration. Leans back, looking around, before rising to his feet. With a smirk, he tell you not to go anywhere.

Ooooh fuuuuuck YOU!

He knows DAMN well you can't move! Well, maybe crawl. But you're not there YET. You ARE curious to see what Hot N Staple-y has planned though...

He comes back. Dragging an unconscious Sidekick.

.......okay that's kinda hot. He then OFFERS you the unconscious Sidekick. Which? You take it back. REALLY hot. You manage to move your arm. Slap your hand against the fucker's face. Aaaand? Just like you practiced....?

Oh...

Like kitten fluff against the soul. Warm soup on a cold day. Relief. Pain stopping and aches you've leaned to live with, ending. You can MOVE. You... God, you could CRY. You sit up. It... for the first time in MONTHS, it's EASY.

You're not sure what expression your making. But you don't care. You thank the burn guy. Genuinely. He seems to get it. Tells you his name.

Dabi.

He seems to think you'll be seeing more if each other. And..? Yeah. Yeah you can see that. You'd work well together. Heck, with enough Health? You could probably do something about those burns. Might be nice. Teaming up. He seems pretty level headed, experienced. Maybe he could show you the ropes.

We could get our revenge.

-siffrin

I'm so happy I've told 3 people already and it's not even 9am