Chapter One

Dabi stared at the shot glass in his hand a moment, before downing it. "Another barkeep." He said waving his glass at Kurogiri who sighed.

"Don't you have better things to do Dabi?" Kurogiri asked and Dabi shook his head.

"Not really, since you are all biding your time, planning the next attack."

"Why don't you go hero hunting then, surely you can be doing better things than taking up space at my bar."

"What space, no one is around Kurogiri and I'm a wanted man, where else am I going to get my drink on, with amazing looks like mine?" Dabi asked and Kurogiri groaned.

"Be careful or you'll wind up being as conceited as a hero."

"No I could never be that conceited." Dabi said with a grin that had a little too much teeth in it. He wished that he didn't hurt all the time, when he wasn't fighting. The alcohol dulled the pain of the old burns and staples on his skin. He knew if he decided that he wanted to go back, he could, but why would he ever want to go back to his abusive asshole of a father. There wasn't anything he could do to help his siblings, short of killing his father and his soul wasn't so black he'd do that yet. In fact he'd never killed anyone, despite being raised by villains since the time he was eleven years old.

The very villains he was chasing, after he'd accidentally hit a barrel full of gunpowder, had rescued him. He'd been blown clear of the blast, his upper body badly damaged. He would have died if it weren't for the weak ass healing abilities of someone the villains had known. They'd been villains but it was only the true sick fucks that would let a kid die. The sick fucks like the ones he was working with now, still if those kids were old enough to be in the hero program, they were old enough to fight against villains. He'd fought against villains at eleven years old for the first and last time. Bloodyfist, Bloodmaker and Hammerhead had rescued him from a life of abuse and it said something about heroes that being raised by a couple of villains was preferable to being raised by his father.

Dabi drained another glass of vodka, shaking his head, wondering how he ever could have idolized that man. Wondering how he could have risked his own life, to ensure that his father kept his focus on him, instead of switching it to his baby brother. How stupid he'd been to want to risk his life, just to prove to his father that he was worth his time. Normal kids didn't have to prove to their parents that they were worth the time actually being around, but normal kids never had the childhood he'd had.

"Here take the bottle, just don't puke in my bar." Kurogiri said handing the bottle to Dabi, who gulped down the liquor, yeah he was turning out just like his old man after all. He drank to escape the memories just like his father and then he wanted to fight once he was done drinking. Again just like his old man, but at least he didn't choose his own children as targets for his fists. Dabi had decided that if he was going to have kids, he'd never treat them like Endeavor had treated him. He gulped down the vodka the bottle becoming half empty in a matter of moments, before he left the bar swaying from side to side.

He needed a target for the anger burning inside him, a target for his rage and who better than that little green haired punk. The little hero who apparently was taught nothing about leaving a trail, the kid was just the right amount of challenging. He flipped up the hood on his trench coat and walked towards where the kid lived. The League had been trailing all the kids that went to UA in preparation for an attack, well he'd beat them to it. He'd take down that little green haired punk before he had the chance to become a hypocrite, or should he say hero.

Dabi grinned at the prospect of what he was about to do, his heart filled with rage, his flames ready to light up the night. Yeah the kid might win, but it wasn't as if anyone cared about Dabi anyway, there wouldn't be anyone crying if he wound up taking a dirt nap and he needed an outlet for his rage. Soon he'd burn himself up and out, if he couldn't find a way to calm the fires raging within him. He crawled in through the kid's window, really all this was laughably easy, and the kid didn't even lock his windows. He stalked over to the bed, planning how he would attack preparing to burn him, that way at least some people would be giving Dabi the respect he deserved. The moment he touched the kid however he felt a shock race through his body, moving to his very soul.

Green eyes opened and stared wide eyed into Dabi's and Dabi quickly put a hand over the kids mouth. "Are you going to scream?" He asked and the kid shook his head. "Well we're well and truly fucked now aren't we?"

"How are you here?"

"You seriously need to learn how to avoid a tail and get some security measures in place. Honestly I wonder what they teach you snot nosed brats."

"I'm not a little kid."

"Oh trust me you know nothing about this world." Dabi stated. "The only one in your class that knows anything about what heroes are truly like is Shouto Todoroki, he knows how dark they can be."

"Yeah and villains are so much better?"

"Heroes, villains, both are two sides of the same coin, villains don't care who they hurt and heroes are paid to ensure that the villains don't hurt the citizens. They are all after power, they just go about in different ways."

"Shut up!" The kid demanded fire in his eyes and Dabi grinned, yes this kid had passion, he was a good match for him.

"Its true though, Stain had the courage to make a stand, to show the darkness that lurks within the hero community and although he was defeated, more will come to understand that his ideals were true. There aren't any true heroes, we're all killers, some are just more societal acceptable." He stated and Izuku stared at him in shock.

"That's not true."

"Oh but it is, sooner or later you are going to have to kill someone, sooner or later someone's blood will be on your hands. Sooner or later you'll find someone that you either have to kill, or be killed yourself. I was raised by a hero for the first eleven years of my life, after that I was raised by villains, can you guess who treated me better?" Dabi asked.

"Just because some heroes make crappy parents, doesn't mean that they all do, or they are all like villains. Villains hurt people, they destroy whole buildings and properties, and they steal from others." Izuku said. "You aren't going to convince me that heroes aren't good."

"Not all heroes are good and not all villains are bad, people are people kid."

"I'm not a kid." Izuku glared at him. "And it would take a villain to have such logic."

"Well at least I've never managed to critically injure anyone, you can't say the same can you?" Dabi demanded and Izuku stared at him. "Its funny how easily heroes stop viewing villains as human, all their ideals about justice and right versus wrong go right out the window, the moment they have the opportunity to attack someone. Even if that person is only trying to rob a bank because they are just desperate for money so they can pay their little brother's medical bills."

"I'm sure there are so many bleeding heart villains who want to care for their families." Izuku said and Dabi smiled.

"Actually I got my scars trying to pick a fight with just such a team of villains." He said. "Its incredibly ironic that the villain that saved my life, couldn't save the life of his little brother."

"What happened?" Izuku asked.

"That was the first and last time I ever tried to play hero." Dabi said and saw the surprise in Izuku's eyes. "Remember the whole bit where I said I was raised for the first eleven years of my life by a hero? Well that hero wasn't exactly the greatest Dad, but he trained me and I foolishly loved the bastard, I wanted him to teach me how to be a great hero and we could fight together one day as a family. I was one naive kid, despite the daily beatings from my dear old man. It was when my little brother turned four and got his quirk that Daddy dearest decided that I was no longer worth the effort of training. He was a busy man after all, a hero and now my brother showed more promise than me. I didn't want Daddy to stop paying attention to me, to stop loving me, to stop being the favorite and so I snuck out one night and decided to take down a bunch of villains. I choose a bank by the docks, which had been robbed multiple times before, and I waited. I waited for weeks before I managed to get my opportunity to shine. I saw three people trying to rob a bank and I attacked them full force, with the power of all my flames. I just so happened to have the bad luck of standing by a ship that was carrying black market gunpowder. At least I was blown clear of the blast and as for the villains I was chasing, they were able to avoid the blast entirely. They took one look at the broken body of a kid and one gave me his blood to close my wounds and heal my damaged tissue. Another stapled my face so I could breath properly; they then took me with them. They didn't have much, but they shared what they did have. Bloodtaker took the blood of others and channeled it into healing someone, Bloodyfist could take the blood of others to make himself stronger and Hammerhead, well Hammerhead had the head of a Hammerhead shark. Bloodyfist had somehow gotten cancer and these three friends had come up with a despite plan to rob a bank, so Bloodyfist could get the treatment he needed. Bloodtaker's quirk didn't work on diseases only flesh wounds and so they would have to pay for an expensive healer that could save Bloodyfist's life. By the time they managed to rob a bank, it was too late and Bloodyfist died two months after I first met him. The other two took me in, despite how I'd caused the death of their friend and brother. They knew I was just a kid and I was desperate for my abusive father to love me. They understood what that was like, coming from abusive homes themselves and they took it upon themselves to ensure I wouldn't starve and that I'd never have to go back to living with my abuser." Dabi crouched on Izuku's bed and smiled at the teenager.

"That's some story, but forgive me if I don't come to believe all villains are bleeding hearts that are simply misunderstood."

"Oh trust me, they aren't, but that doesn't mean that there aren't good sides to even the worst of villains." Dabi said. "No one is all good, or all evil, there's no big bad not truly, and there's simply what you want and the people that stand in your way."

"That's a really messed up way at looking at life."

"True, but its how a lot of the world thinks, I've seen life from both sides, as the son of a hero and a child being raised by villains. Most people are looking out for themselves, oh a lot try to mask it; at least the villains are honest about it. What do your classmates say? I'm going be the very best hero ever and save lots of people, but if they truly only wanted to save others, they would join the police force. No they want the glory of fighting villains, the cheering of their fans, they want to be treated like they believe that they deserve. That's what's wrong with heroes. Villains aren't like that we don't pretend that we want to save others, when really we're only looking after ourselves and the people we care about. We go after we want and pursue it to the very end, whatever that end might be."

"And what do you want?"

"To make my father pay for what he did to me and my siblings, I haven't decided if I want to kill him, maim him or just take away the adulation that he loves so much. However One for all promised me that he'd take away his quirk for me, if I help them to kill All Might. To me the choice was simple, the life of a man that will most likely die soon anyway, compared to my father finally getting the suffering he deserves. My siblings and I finally being free from that bastard. I considered what I was going to do and decided that it was worth it to me for the reward."

"And why are you here tonight in my room?"

"Well it wasn't to find my soul mate, you got lucky there, and next time you won't be so lucky. You really have to get better security in here, with how much the League wants to see you dead." Dabi said.

"The League, aren't you part of the League."

"Not anymore, you'd never join them and we're stuck together. Luckily all I ever did was attack a bunch of kids and I didn't actually manage to really hurt anyone, so I'll most likely have to go to community service." Dabi said and shrugged.

"Community service, what are you planning for?" Izuku demanded and Dabi grinned.

"Simple you're my soul mate, from now on we have to be together." Dabi stated. "You will need someone to watch your back and so I'll do my time then become a hero, I already know what you have studied this past year and through the soul mate act, I'll be allowed to join you in classes. Also through the soul mate act, my past crimes will be completely forgiven once we become heroes."

"So even though you hate heroes, your going to become one?" Izuku demanded. "Who's the hypocrite now?"

"Not me, because I wouldn't be compromising my beliefs, if it wasn't for you. You became more important to me, than anything else in my life, the moment our souls connected. Where as you've been questioning me, treating me like the enemy, when you should have realized that I'd never hurt you."

"That doesn't stop you from hurting my friends."

"Man what have you been taught about soul mates, I'm incapable of harming them, because harming them would harm you. You know you are way too good for your own good, I can see why fate chose for us to be together. Its obvious that fate has a sick sense of humor." He said and grinned, Izuku shuddered. "Don't worry about my pretty face, once I reveal who I am, I'm sure I'll be able to get it healed."

"What do you mean who you are?"

"I'm Touya Todoroki, the Todoroki Family's lost child." Dabi said and grinned. "Oh I'm going to love the look on Daddy dearest's face when I show up with my soul mate." He laughed and Izuku stared at him as joy flooded the bond.

"Your Shouto's brother?" He asked and Dabi nodded.

"Yes, but I prefer to be called Dabi." He said. "I refuse to answer to his last name." He added and yawned. "I suppose we should get some sleep." He added and removed his shoes before crawling into Izuku's bed, Izuku stared at him in shock.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm tired, come to bed, snuggle with me." Dabi said and Izuku found himself curling against Dabi, as the other wrapped his arms around him. Dabi smiled and fell asleep quicker than he had in a long time. Izuku however stayed awake long after Dabi started to snore and drool from the corner's of his mouth, his face lax in sleep. What Dabi said about hurting him was true, Izuku could never hurt Dabi, all he wanted was his happiness, the happiness of a villain. That made Izuku doubt what he'd believed his entire life, he didn't understand how he could want such a horrible person to be happy, yet he did.