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fyrian-hexrte‌:

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He never had much of a taste for irony, but at the moment he figured it was probably somewhat fitting that on the day that he was pulled into a raid against the League of Villains that it was storming like Mother Nature was out to get them.

Can it get any worse? Rang in his head as he moved to get into position at the back of an otherwise ordinary warehouse. He had been told specifically to keep anyone from escaping out of the back fire doors and wait for the orders to reconnect with the group.

It was quiet until he heard one of the the other heroes scream his name. At first he thought he was hearing things until he heard another yell, “What the hell are you doing here, Revenant?”

He didn’t have time to think before he heard some yell his hero name again. Nor did he really consider giving pause before he bolted from his position to see what hell was going on.

While he always thought he had nerves of steel, what (or better yet who) he found definitely rattled them. 

“Who are you?!” 

a grin was spread across his face, masked by the cloth in front of his face. dabi could go on for day on why you shouldn’t raid the league. at least the current league. they were much stronger, so much more powerful than the old one. they knew what they were doing, and it was all thanks to him. his grin widened, his tongue running over the crystals embedded into his canines. now that was a familiar voice. 

“who am i? i’m hurt dabi. you don’t even recognize me?” he paused for a minute, stomping his boot into the hero below him. “well, i guess you wouldn’t recognize me, buuut, it’s nice to meet you, dabi. or should i say, younger me.” he pressed his boot heel into the hero’s throat, feeling him struggle for air. “i almost miss the look i had back then. ah well, having longer hair is fun too.”

he began putting all his weight into his foot, ignoring the gasped pleas from the hero. “dabi, hunny, you have no idea what you’re capable of. you will soon. you’ll learn different things.” he pulled down the cloth in front of his face.

“how fun is this? i get to meet my past.” he can feel the hero struggling underneath him, desperately trying to get air. “god, you look so young.”

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mindlesspurplegaze‌:

When Shinsou had developed the habit of walking alone, aimlessly around town, many people had called him stupid for it. It was even riskier now. After all, he was a student of UA, a hero student of UA, which meant he was a target to some villains. Shinsou, however, didn’t really care. He was good at sticking to the shadows and half of his hero training was knowing how to play cat and mouse with villains. He was confident in his ability to get away if he needed to. Though, he hadn’t expected such a high profile villain to just approach him. 

And without any of his gear on him. A shame.

Tilting his head to the side, Shinsou feigned calm. This guy… Dabi, a fire quirk. Shinsou remembered Aizawa’s stories about fighting the guy. Ruthless, harsh, all too ready to kill. Well, Shinsou would just have to deal with it. He had his provisional license as a third year. He could stop this guy now… though, Shinsou was curious what he had to say. Curiosity could kill the cat. 

“Yeah it’s pretty weird since I don’t know you. Glad to know my reputation as ‘brainwashing kid’ precedes me. Though, that begs the question, why approach me if you already know my quirk?”

“why not? i’m interested in you.” his head tips to the other side, eyes sliding to look away. he tapped the tip of his boot against the ground, lifting his hands up into a shrugging position. “it’s such a shame that you’re a hero. you would have made a damn good villain.”

“ya see, tomura was only interested in powerful quirks. you have to look lower down to find those who are actually worthy. just because they have a flashy quirk doesn’t mean their super powerful. yes, most of the time it is that way, but what happens when you come a across a flashy quirk and you able to tip the user over by just poking him. what use is that?”

“it works the same for heroes,  no? many people go on to not be a hero because of their quirks. what if they’re more heroic than they seem? what a fuckin’ waste. if you’re going to run a school, do it right. don’t fuck up kids futures because you don’t know how to spot a worthy quirk.”

he pulls down the cloth over his face, looking the other straight in the eyes.

“how much money did it cost you to bribe your way into the hero course. because if i remember, last time i saw you, you were just another regular student. money solves all!”

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I have a burning hate (not really) for dabi’s outfit. what kinda asshole wears a haltertop and then a turtle neck that only goes down to his shoulders.

IM STEAMING

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“oh me oh my seems like there’s a hero in my presence.” dabi couldn’t help bu chuckle lowly as he walked out of the shadows. his hands ran through his black hair, pulling it up into a high ponytail. his head was tilted to the side as he approached the other male. 

“you’re that one kid. brainwashing kid. don’t worry i’m not here to hurt you, nor stir up trouble. i’m simply here because i want to be.” he couldn’t help the grin that grew under the cloth over his mouth. tipping his head, he extended a hand, pointing straight at the other.

“you seem strong. at least, stronger than before. is it weird to say that i’m proud of you?”

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“oh dear...what do we have here?”

the league leader moved forward, a grin plastered on his face. it was hidden by the cloth over his mouth. turquoise eyes scanned the younger him in front of him. it was interesting, seeing what he looked like when he was younger. 

stopping a few feet in front of the other, his eyes narrowed. “a younger version of myself. man, i haven’t seen myself like that in such a long time. how does it feel younger me? to still be under the thumb of tomura? to not be free?”

he held out a gloved hand, extending it forward. “would you like to hear over what you’ve done? what you’ve achieved? what type of power you gain in the future? or would you rather that be shrouded in mystery? my dear younger self. you have so much to look forward to.”

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hgkre‌:

“…I can’t see what you look like, Dabi-san.” Her voice is meek, and she’s sort of hunched in on herself. She’s clearly nervous despite all of her experience. Should she be? Probably not. He’s not holding anything over her head like All For One and Shigaraki did. At least, not to her knowledge.

Still, she’s a little surprised when he actually praised her. She turns her blind gaze up to him, and surely there’d be surprise written on her features if she were visible. 

“…I won’t be able to spy on the school after this year.” A hand rises to rub at the scars on the back of her head. A nervous habit of hers. “I’ll have graduated. I fear I’ll have outlived my usefulness to you all, at that point.”

“i don’t just throw my subordinates away. all of you are useful to me. unlike chappy mchandsy, i find something for you. i don’t needlessly kill you once you’re done. what kinda leader would that make me.” he reached out, guessing where the top of her head would be, and laying a hand on it.

“i’m not here to fuck around. i’m here to do a job. i hate killing fellow villains. especially ones like you. you’ve been with us for a while, and i trust you.” he removes his hand, a sly smile on his face. he knew she couldn’t see it, which is why it was there.

“finish your schooling. in the mean time, i’ll find something useful for you to do.”

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“do i look angry?” he’s not angry at all actually. quite the opposite. he was PLEASED. he moves forward, pulling off the half turtle neck he wore, placing it on a chair. turquoise eyes stare at what was invisible. it didn’t matter to him, as long as he got his point across. he brushes a hand through jet black long hair, pulling it up into a ponytail.

“keep doing what you’re doing,okay? you’re doing a good fuckin’ job.”

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