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You were still hiccupping in your seat, and each time Dabi heard you choke out a cry, his grip on the steering wheel tightened. It took everything in him not to turn around and burn your family to a crisp.

He wasn't one to let his emotions get the best of him, but with the time he'd spent with you and how much your bond had grown in the past year, he'd learned he was more sensitive than he thought.

It was Christmas Eve, and much to your dismay, your entire family had gathered for a reunion. You didn't mind at first and saw it as a chance to patch things up with your parents and older brother.

Part of you no longer believed reconciliation was possible, but you still wanted to try, at least one last time. Dabi had already told you it was pointless and that it would take a miracle for them to realize their mistakes and apologize for repeatedly hurting you.

Most people would be hurt by such discouraging words, but you knew there was truth in what he said. You were just too stubborn to admit it and too hopeful to accept that a broken glass could no longer be fixed.

Dabi glanced over at you and, for a moment, saw a younger version of himself. An abrupt chuckle slipped through his lips. Since the car was quiet, you heard him and turned to look. When he saw your tear-stained cheeks, red nose, and puffy, chapped lips, his eyes softened.

"What's so funny?" you asked.

His smirk returned, and he turned his attention back to the road, his grip on the steering wheel finally loosening.

"Nothing. I just find it funny that two people with similar upbringings crossed paths and ended up together. I think it's what you sappy, lovesick girls call fate."

You, like Dabi, came from a prominent family of heroes and public officers. Your parents worked for the government, and your siblings were heroes with impressive resumes. You didn't stray far from the tree, with a gleaming track record of your own.

As shiny and admirable as they seemed in the public eye, they were far from admirable behind closed doors. Your father, a member of the government cabinet, was the sleaziest man you'd ever known—a misogynistic piece of work who craved power and wealth. Meanwhile, your mother, the secretary of the Department of Health, was known as a "philanthropist," but in reality, she was a conniving woman who used crocodile tears to get what she wanted.

Both of them planned to run for the highest position in the upcoming elections.

As for your siblings, one of your brothers inherited your parents' wicked traits, while the other two were too indoctrinated to go against them, leaving you as the family's lone wolf.

As their child, it was your "responsibility" to live up to their name, which has put immense pressure on you since childhood. Your father, in particular, expected you to be the greatest and stated he would not settle for second place, leading to your present predicament.

Because you weren't the first, your parents didn't care if you graduated with honors and had a stellar hero record from your work studies.

Honestly, you were at your breaking point.

"I don't have time for your teasing, Dabi," you huffed.

"Well, I'm still going to annoy the hell out of you anyway," he snickered.

"I should've listened to you." You looked up at the sky with eyes full of resentment and despair, as if each star would burst the longer you stared at it.

Honestly, who could blame you?

"Damn right, but you're one naughty girl, so here you are, brokenhearted once again."

You glared at him. "Do you really have to rub it in? Aren't you supposed to comfort your girlfriend?"

"Villains don't have hearts, remember? Your narcissistic mother told you that, right?"

"You're kind of proving her point right now, though," you pouted, to which your boyfriend mimicked your pout.

He was such a jerk, but he was your jerk.

"I don't care what she thinks of me, but I can dispel her claim in one sentence."

You raised an eyebrow, curious about what he was going to say to counter your mother's claim.

"You feel safer with me, a villain, than with your entire family, with whom you supposedly should feel the safest and most secure."

When he put it that way...

"Our first meeting wasn't exactly safe, though. You almost killed me," you deadpanned, recalling your first encounter with Dabi.

*

You were on work study, patrolling the streets of Kyoto, when you came upon him in a dark alleyway. You hadn't intended to engage him, but he was quick to notice you, and one thing led to another, and you found yourself cornered by him.

"Oya? If it isn't a UA mouse playing superhero," he said in a condescending tone, "didn't your teacher teach you not to turn your back on your enemy? Now look at you. The big bad villain caught you."

Those were his first words to you.

Normally, you'd have something clever to counter his mockery, but everything happened so fast that your head went mushy. It doesn't help that his blue eyes have effectively charmed you. You can't help but stare in awe at him.

And in all honesty, you didn't know what to do at that time, as you're far too weak compared to him. Not to imply you're incompetent; in fact, you're one of the top three in your school, and you're likely to hold your spot until graduation, once UA honors their new crop of top heroes-to-be. You assume that Hado, your underclassman, will be included, given her practically boundless potential.

The villain in front of you is simply too strong and dangerous for you to face alone.

Dabi cocked his head sideways and continued to peer at you, also captivated by how attractive you are for some reason. He noted in his mind that your height complemented his, and the length of your hair was to his liking too.

"Where's your sidekick? Patrolling these dangerous alleyways by yourself is very brave—almost audacious of you, don't you think?"

"You're not deserving of any responses from me; if you're going to kill me, just get on with it," you scowled at him.

"Be careful what you wish for; unlike you heroes, we don't halt time and get the job done quickly," he said, clutching your neck.

You instinctively grasped his hand in an attempt to loosen his grip on you, but your strength was outmatched by his. Your heart started to beat faster as fear continued to seep through your skin, even more so when you felt heat burn your skin.

It's most likely that he has a flame-wielding quirk.

"P-Please—"

"Hm? What's that, Hero-chan?" Dabi said, raising an eyebrow.

"Please let me go," you choked out as you squirmed under his grip.

"What if I don't want to? What will you do about it?"

I don't have time for this...

You groaned internally, but you should have known better than to allow your inner monologue to run wild in your head since you knew it would show on your face.

Dabi grinned as he finally let go of you and grabbed you by the chin instead. His thumb caressed your bottom lip, which sent electricity down your spine and made your heart skip a beat.

Of course, the villain took notice of this.

"Now, don't be so impatient; I'm just trying to get to know you, though I do enjoy the way you look at me."

"Well, I don't," you snarled angrily at him, shaking your head in the hopes of breaking free from his clutches, and this time, Dabi let you go and merely chuckled darkly in response to your sassy comeback.

He still had one arm around you, though, and to be honest, the anxiety you're feeling is more than enough to keep you there.

"Say, are you single?"

You glared at him coldly as you contemplated whether to entertain his question or finally take action to escape from the predicament you were in.

You could escape by manipulating his blood, immobilizing him, and then freezing his limbs to the ground for good measure. Your quirk, liquid and air manipulation, is a hybrid of your parents’ respective quirks. You inherited liquid manipulation from your mother and air manipulation from your father.

The combination of the two has made you undeniably strong and highly flexible. Liquid manipulation allows you to control any liquid. From large pools of liquid to various sorts of chemicals to even human blood, which is extremely useful in battle. Air manipulation is pretty much self-explanatory; while it has the ability to replenish life, it also has the ability to kill. You can suffocate someone by manipulating the air in their body and killing them.

You have a strong command over your quirk, thanks to your UA mentors, and you can wield it at will. Before, you could only control one element at a time; now, you can control both at the same time without breaking a sweat.

You gazed at the villain, your eyes darting between his azure orbs and his hand, ready to make your move. You're not sure why, but you didn't end up following through with it. If anything, you took a deep breath and glared at the villain in front of you.

"You think you can woo me just because you're attractive?" you spat, clearly displeased with how he was playing with you.

"A little harsh, but I appreciate the compliment."

"You haven't answered my question yet, Hero-chan."

"And why do you think I'll answer that?"

"Because I'll let you go if you do."

This man must be a master at lying because you know he would never, ever let you go, even if you answered all of his questions.

"Fine," you sighed heavily. "No, I don't have a boyfriend, and I don't intend on getting one. Are you happy now?"

Dabi usually has great control over his emotions. But when he found out you were single, he couldn't help but grin and feel good. In his mind, it's his lucky day because he found a shiny new toy to play with.

And maybe, just maybe, a small part of him is genuinely interested in you. He may be a ruthless villain, but at the end of the day, he's also human, and people can't help who they potentially fall for.

"So what type of guys do you like?" Dabi asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You stared at him with a deadpan expression. "Certainly not you."

Dabi merely shrugged and continued to taunt you. "You don't know that. I know a trick or two to change your mind," he said, winking.

Your cheeks instantly turned scarlet, and you bit your bottom lip so hard that blood slowly began to seep from the ripped-up flesh.

"Oh, how cute. You have a beauty mark here." You instantly froze when he brushed his calloused fingers along the juncture of your neck, which happens to be one of your sweet spots.

Before you could stop yourself, a soft whimper escaped your lips.

Dabi smirked as he lingered his finger over your smooth skin, tracing your collarbone and hanging his fingertips dangerously close to your cleavage.

"S-Stop."

Dabi came to a halt almost immediately, flinching ever so slightly. His eyes trailed from your chest up to your eyes as foreign emotions he'd buried long ago started to resurface, swirling around in his turquoise eyes. You noticed this.

Dabi grabbed your chin, his thumb stroking your bottom lip as he slowly came to his senses. The cheeky smirk reappeared on his lips, he leaned down, and you reflexively closed your eyes, bracing yourself for the worst.

Instead of being enveloped in flames, you felt his hot breath fan your ear, causing your insides to churn. When you opened your eyes, you noticed he had taken a step closer to you, his body practically pressing against yours.

"Getting myself a cute lamb wasn't on my to-do list, but here we are," he murmured in your ear.

"These days, I go by the name Dabi, so feel free to address me as such."

He drew away after his so-called introduction, finally deciding to let you go, and fled the scene.

Ever since your first encounter, you avoided patrolling in that same area, as you were terrified of crossing paths with him again. You made excuses to your agency and school, which eventually heeded your request. But even after changing your assigned route, Dabi managed to find you again, and your second meeting was rather more enchanting compared to the first time you two met in that dark alleyway.

You were in the midst of preventing another villain from carrying out their atrocity when, to your surprise, Dabi assisted you in apprehending the cretin. You were tackling him on the road to keep him from fleeing when Dabi emerged and strangled the villain until he passed out.

"Why?" you blurted out, disbelief written all over your face.

Dabi flashed you a boyish smile as he approached you.

"You two were having so much fun wrestling each other that I couldn't contain my jealousy, so I did something about it. You're welcome, by the way."

True to your nature, disgust was immediately painted on your face, but Dabi simply shrugged and walked closer to you, his approach a bit cautious to ensure his safety and not scare you away.

"Good to see you again, Hero-chan."

"Stop calling me that," you hissed.

"Once you give me your name, I will."

"Over my dead body."

"Well, aren't you a feisty one?" he said, chuckling. "Then again, they say short people have a short fuse to match, eh?"

That caught you off guard and rendered you speechless, much to the villain's delight.

"What are you doing here?" you asked.

Dabi grinned before answering your question, "I spotted a damsel in distress, so I came to her rescue."

"If you're referring to me, I am far from a damsel in distress; I can bear my own weight," you grumbled.

"Regardless, I saved your ass; where is my thank you?"

"Now look who's playing hero; I didn't need your help," you scoffed.

"Interesting, because the image of a true hero that I have in mind is someone who leaps into action without hesitation, someone who is altruistic to a fault."

"Well, since you're hanging the fact that you helped me over my head, you don't fit the qualifications; do you want me to award you a medal? An applause?"

Dabi smirked at you but lacked the usual intimidation. Instead of looking like the menacing villain, he looked like a mischievous boy you meet in school. He pretended to cough and turned around to cover the redness on his cheeks.

Dabi felt ecstatic that you were responding to him in full sentences now, but there was also a part of him that was annoyed because of how strongly he reacted to you.

"What do you want from me?" you asked, loud and clear.

"What do you mean?"

"You certainly didn't find me by chance, so tell me what you want."

"Hmm... a lot, actually, but for now, I'll ask for three things so I don't overwhelm you."

You couldn't help but chuckle at what he said, and Dabi took note of your melodious laughter. Seeing you give somewhat positive responses increased his confidence significantly.

"And what are they?"

"First and foremost," Dabi grinned, "I'd like to know your name."

After a short moment of contemplation, you sighed and scowled at him as you gave him your name, "F/N. I'm not telling you my last name."

"That's fine with me; now, for the second thing, give me your phone number."

"What the hell? Do you actually think I'd give a villain my contact information?"

"Yes."

This guy—I want to punch him so bad!

You shouldn't give him any further personal information, but for some reason, his aura seemed tamer—and, dare you say, safer—than the first time you two met. Your gut was telling you that you could trust Dabi.

"Do you have your phone ready? I'll recite my number once, and that'll be it; I don't care if you catch all of it or not."

Without a word, Dabi showed you his phone, indicating he was ready, so you quickly gave him your contact details.

"What's the last thing you want? Make it quick; I need to surrender this villain to the authorities before he regains consciousness."

"I can dispose of him for you if you want," Dabi suggested, and your reaction almost made him double over laughing because you looked so horrified.

In hindsight, your reaction made it crystal clear to him that you two are polar opposites.

"I guess you can knock him out again when he wakes up."

"Oh, so now you want my help?"

You had a very faint smile when you replied, "Just this once."

"Just this once, huh?"

"Yep, just this once."

After a period of silence, you turned to face him. "So, what's the last thing you want from me?"

Dabi stepped closer to you until he was just a few inches away, and the same anxiousness that you felt when you first met him in the dark alley crept back into your skin. You instinctively took a step back and gradually established a stance in case he ultimately dropped the friendly act and attacked you.

He gradually lifted his hand, making you even more apprehensive.

"The last thing I want from you is for you to be my friend," Dabi said as he offered his hand for a handshake, and the gesture gave you the strongest whiplash known to man.

"What?"

"You heard what I said."

"But... why? "

"Do you need a reason to befriend someone?"

"I don't mean to offend, but if a wanted criminal wants to befriend me, I have every right to be skeptical," you said, your face soulless.

Dabi shook his head in amusement and grinned. "Touche. Well, what if we first became acquainted? Would that suffice?"

You looked at him as if he'd sprouted two more heads, and he just stood there with a mischievous smile on his face, waiting for your response.

"A hero and a villain as friends? Is that even possible?" you wondered out loud.

"Why don't we try it out and see?" Dabi shrugged.

You're not going to admit it out loud, but you're intrigued as well.

"Fine, but I have several conditions," you told him.

"Shoot."

"First, this “friendship” will be on trial for three months, with you only permitted to contact me three times each month; second, for three months, don't commit any crimes; if I see or hear you doing something, consider our 'friendship' over. And third..." You paused and looked away, your cheeks heating up due to sheer shyness.

Dabi raised an eyebrow, which was soon followed by a cheeky smile, "And?"

"Don't call me unannounced. Give me a heads up, so I can p-prepare myself."

"Pinky promise," he said while holding his pinky, ushering you to do the same, which you did.

You gave him a curt nod and said, "I better get going. I need to escort this guy to the police station."

As you were about to retrieve your pinky, Dabi grabbed your entire hand and gave it a firm shake.

"I guess we will be seeing each other more often, huh, F/N?"

Now, why did your name have to roll out so smoothly from his lips? It sounded so natural that it made your heart jump and flutter.

"Don't push your luck," you grumbled as you returned his handshake.

*

And Dabi certainly made your time together worthwhile throughout those three months.

To your surprise, he followed all of your conditions so religiously that he almost seemed like a saint to you, and you found yourself growing fonder of him as you spent more time with him.

The majority of your meetings consisted of him annoying the hell out of you, but as you spent more time together, the two of you gradually blurred the lines, entirely ignoring your respective positions in society, with you as a full-fledged hero and him as a high-profile villain.

You had every intention of not developing feelings for him; at one point, you even tried to push him away and break whatever connection you two had at the time because it was inappropriate and dangerous for the two of you to have any kind of relationship. But not even a week later, you caved in and welcomed him back into your life.

And Dabi was more than happy to stay.

Meanwhile, Dabi grossly miscalculated his sweet little infatuation for you. He was convinced that he would eventually get tired of you and abandon you, but jokes on him because the more you hung out with him, the deeper and harder he fell for you.

His once innocent and cute crush grew into something more passionate, and honestly, for someone like him who was emotionally stunted at such a young age, his feelings for you worried him. Even more so when he realized he was still the same person he had been before Todoroki Enji messed up his life.

When he's with you, he's not Dabi. He's Todoroki Touya.

You were taken aback when you learned about his family background and upbringing. Your worlds were not as far apart as you initially assumed. Your parents and Endeavor know each other due to their line of work. Although you get along well with the other Todoroki siblings, you're not a big fan of their father since he reminds you of your own useless father.

The unexpected connection between your family and the Todoroki family added a layer of complexity to your interactions with Dabi. It was both a comfort and a source of tension, knowing that your lives were intertwined in ways you hadn't anticipated.

Dabi, or rather, Touya, began to open up to you about his past, sharing memories and experiences that shaped him into the person he is today. The more you learned about him, the more you understood the depth of his pain and the reasons behind his actions.

In return, you found yourself sharing parts of your life with him—things you hadn't told anyone else. There was a strange sense of trust that developed between you two, a mutual understanding that transcended your roles as hero and villain.

*

"Ohhh—"

You moaned loudly and tossed your head back, huge waves of ecstasy washing over you as Dabi fucked you with his fingers in the backseat of the car. Even more so when he kissed the beauty mark you have on your neck.

The two of you decided to park someplace else and just enjoy each other's company after driving aimlessly around the city, especially after a long, hard day.

One thing led to another, and now you have Dabi taking the role of the big spoon to a whole new level by having you lay your head on his free arm while the other does magic in your cunt; making you sing the songs of the angels in heaven.

Icy blue eyes were glued to you, observing every movement you made and every note you uttered while he made you feel good and helped you forget about every bad thing in the world. It's ironic and, in a way, poetic that a big, bad villain is the one that's been saving you right at this very moment.

Dabi could easily lower his head down to your breasts and snag your perky nipple between his lips with one of your arms firmly wrapped over his shoulder. His hot tongue grazed the sensitive nub, triggering your first orgasm of the night.

And with your arm wrapped around him, it was easy to take a hold of his hair, and as you yanked at it, your boyfriend let out a seductive groan as he continued to lavish undivided attention on your boobs.

"Dabi—"

Dabi hummed in return, still devouring your boobs and painting circles on your clit with his finger.

"I need you, Dabi, please—"

Dabi removed himself from your nipple without a word, but not before giving it one more nibble, to which you responded with a sultry moan, much to his satisfaction. 

He then gestured for you to scoot over so he could position himself between your legs. He also offered you the random throw pillow that was lying around in the car to make you feel more comfortable.

Once he was comfortably positioned between your legs, his cock had already been liberated from the constriction of his pants, and he was stroking it with one hand, causing pre-cum to ooze from the tip.

Watching him from your point of view was deadly. Dabi looked so enticing and sexy that you instinctively reached out to your cunt and touched yourself to relieve some of the pent-up frustration you were feeling.

"Fuck, y/n. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

Dabi became engrossed in his own fantasy as a result of your little show.

Thousands of lewd images of you flashed through his mind, and the dirtier they got, the quicker his hand pumped his dick, nearly coming undone right then and there.

Dabi, not wanting to waste any more time, purposefully burned himself awake and finally positioned his cock directly in front of your entrance. And as soon as the tip touched your warm walls, a shudder ran down his spine, and a drawn-out moan escaped his lips as he bottomed up.

"Still so fucking tight for me, I see." Dabi grunted as he began to thrust after letting you get used to him.

As much as you wanted to respond to him, you couldn't find it in you to form any words or at least display any semblance of attentiveness to him because of how good he was making you feel.

Dabi then scooped you up and reclined back against the backrest without skipping a beat.

And as if you two have telepathy, you got to work and rode him.

From the outside, the car was visibly shaking, and the windows were covered in fog. It won't take long until someone notices, but at this point you don't care whether you get caught doing the deed in public.

As you rode him, your boyfriend watched you intently while fixing your hair, which he adores so much.

"Look at you." He said as he caressed your sides, leaving goosebumps on your skin, "Such a good girl, taking me in so well and making me feel so good."

A faint and genuine smile formed on your face in the midst of it all.

You looked at Dabi with such tenderness and love in your eyes, and he answered with an equally soft look.

Your story went from the two of you being natural enemies in the prologue to becoming inseparable and each other's rock in the succeeding chapters. But, like all novels, yours will come to an end. As powerful and passionate as your love for one another is, you two are well aware of the fate that awaits you.

At the end of the day, you're a hero, and he's a villain.

You slowed down for a moment and cupped his cheeks. He winced noticeably when your delicate hands touched his scarred face. His uneasiness was on the rise, but you were quicker to eliminate any doubt and self-loathing in his mind and soul by planting a passionate kiss on his lips.

Instinctively, Dabi closed his eyes and responded to the kiss. He embraced your tiny frame and pulled you closer to him while you started to pick up the pace once again, sending both of you to nirvana.

*

After the two of you finished fucking each other like rabbits, silence descended in the car.

Dabi was lazily fiddling with your hair as you were all nestled up against him. And the longer the stillness lasted, the further and deeper your mind traveled.

Today has been an extremely long day, and the prospect of going through much more in the coming days has almost made you fear for your life.

Dabi was right.

When you're around him, you feel safer and more at ease.

So why not simply abandon everything and be with him forever?

Your life would be so much better and happier.

As a youngster, you once wished to be a hero like All Might; that's why you still did your best despite everything, but your family has poisoned your views on the whole hero society.

The hero system, as Stain stated, is a farce.

"I am done playing hero."

Dabi's hands came to a halt as he heard what you just said.

"What?" he said, looking at you.

You turned to him, and with just one glance at you, no amount of persuasion could sway you.

You've already made up your mind, and while Dabi appreciates that you've chosen him over everyone else and that you're finally standing up for yourself, a little part of him is still a bit apprehensive.

Of course, he believes in you and your capacity to fend for yourself, but this is still a very big step for you. You will be leaving a lot of things behind.

To him, you are one of the few people who actually deserve to be recognized and celebrated as a hero.

Is this what you really want for yourself?

"This isn't something I decided on a whim; I've been thinking about it for a while, and this is the conclusion I came up with," you explained, then completely turned around to stare right into your boyfriend's eyes.

"Take me with you, Dabi," you told him as you cupped his face, "and rescue me from the real villains."

Dabi turned away from you and glanced out the misty window, evidently pondering.

"I swear I won't hold you back; in fact, my quirk complements yours, so I'd be of great help to you. I can amplify your flames with my air quirk, and I can also cure your injuries with my water quirk; it has healing properties and can serve as your safety net in battle—"

"You don't have to do all of those things for me to let you tag along with me, Y/N; unlike your family, I don't see you as a tool and won’t treat you as such; I was just trying to process everything; my mind's still foggy as fuck after you literally sucked the life out of me," Dabi snickered.

"As if you hadn't sucked mine," you counter, and despite the matter at hand, the two of you shared a good laugh.

"You requested, and I merely complied," Dabi shrugged. "You're welcome."

"So, are you going to adopt me or what?" you joked.

Dabi searched around the car, and when his face lit up when he found what he was searching for, you raised an eyebrow at him but kept silent.

"Woof for me, then," he said as he grabbed up his belt and put it lazily around your neck.

"Haha, very funny, Dabi," you said as you slapped his hand away.

Your boyfriend sat up straight, reached for his shirt, and handed it to you while he settled into his leather jacket.

He got back in the driver's seat and started the engine after cleaning himself up.

"Let's go back to your place."

"Huh?! Why?" you exclaimed.

"We need to get your clothes and other important things you need, dummy, because if you're going to come along with me, you'll be kissing your freedom goodbye; especially with a well-known background like yours, you'll have little to no freedom to roam around, so we'll salvage what we can until I can get you new ones."

The terror you felt when he mentioned your household has vanished after hearing his reasoning, "Oh, right, I'm sorry."

"Wanna say good-bye to your folks? I know a fun way to do it," Dabi said as he started driving to your house.

You shifted your gaze to the stars in the vast sky, and while you pondered in silence, your eyes began to glitter with feelings that Dabi was all too familiar with.

You looked exactly like him when he abandoned his family.

When Dabi fetched you earlier tonight, you were staring at the sky with melancholy eyes, but now you’re looking at it with eyes filled with newfound hope, although resentment still lingered and grew stronger to the point that you can feel your blood boil with rage.

You remained silent in your seat, but Dabi knows exactly what is running through your head right now. He also knows how you feel right now since he felt the same way when he left his family and old life behind.

The gleam in your eyes was all too familiar to him, and he vowed right then and there that he'd help you get revenge on your wretched family.

"Y/N,"

"Hmm?"

The big bad villain who turned out to be your salvation grabbed your hand, drew it towards him, and then kissed every knuckle, stinging your eyes with tears with each kiss.

"We're going to make them pay."

And that's all it took to solidify your resolve.

An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.

You sealed your pact by intertwining your pinky fingers.