“Someone should do something.”
A concerned whisper mixed into the fleeting roar of a car traveling too fast down a narrow road. Yes, somebody should. Nobody was. The owner of the voice hurried away, long enough for Izuku to poke his head out of the alleyway. At the other end, came a whimper, followed by a shiver, fear embedded in the eyes of a wannabe robber that had targeted a child. (“A pitiful quirk you have as well.. I’ve seen something like it before.”)
Izuku was not heartless you see. His weak point were the children. The children that were just so innocently naive, taken advantage of by rats who just wanted to exploit that. As long as he was around, he wouldn’t allow that.
His fist remained balled at his side, fingers twitching and hot. Perhaps he went overboard on his punch, but that was the only way they learned who was really in control. Him.
The twilight hour was approaching, shadows falling over his eyes that darted to and fro, and as the night crept in, others would follow.
“If you’re curious, don’t be.” He says to nobody in particular, but he feels like there might be other eyes on him. This faux-peace would not linger.
He didn’t much care for the people he’d become involved with, but that didn’t mean he shirked from the responsibilities that were passed on to him. It was a symbiotic relationship. So long as he benefited from the League of Villains, the League of Villains benefited from him. Even if it meant he had to prowl the streets with a purpose as vague as recruitment. It was nothing too concrete, more like reconnaissance: scope out potential recruits, assess their individual abilities, report his findings. Despite the competition of sorts that the Hero Resistance posed in terms of membership, the League of Villains had reached a point that it could afford to be selective. But he had found something quite interesting in the months since.
It almost surprised him when the student spoke not to the soon-to-be victim but rather to the scarred villain himself. He grinned. No point in playing the game of cat-and-mouse. “Hard not to be.” Dabi leaned forward from the building he’d been stood against, turning the corner to step into plain view of the younger man and his quarry. His smile was calm, casual as he appraised the situation. The villain’s curiosities had been roused when he’d heard the familiar screeching of tires minutes before. He’d followed the sound to a peculiar scene. With so little information however to understand what he’d stumbled across, he’d chosen to withdraw for the moment to listen to its unraveling developments instead.
But he’d been caught. The unnamed man’s eyes were pleading as he stared at Dabi. It wasn’t a look he could say he was familiar with. His eyes lowered to the wet stain that had spread on the cornered stranger’s crotch. Curious. “You haven’t exactly chosen the most private location if that’s what you were aiming for.” He maintained a demeanor of calm as he leaned the weight of his shoulder into the same corner he’d turned moments earlier, folding his arms across his chest with an attitude that made it quite apparent he had no intentions of being chased off. “Do feel free to carry on though with business like usual.” He paid no mind to how the stranger’s expression changed with the revelation that there’d be no salvation found tonight. Not with Dabi at least.