Dim lights hanged over head, occasionally flickering to click of wine glasses, all around him were smiling faces discreetly hiding a double motive. A rotten feeling sinking to his gut, the more air he breathed in.

Inhale—"It's such a shame. He's only just a kid."—exhale.

They were talking about him. Right in front of his face...like the child, even with his quirk, was no threat to them. Personally the boy felt a tad bit insulted. He grit his teeth narrowing his black eyes menacingly at the villains standing before him.

"I was just a kid, when Sensei saved me." A man with shaggy hair stated. He had a hand covering most of his face as his lips twisted up in a slight snarl. "We must work with what we have...Despite him not being our target and the loss of a few pawns."

"You really should value their efforts more, Tomura."

"Why should I? The scum let me down."

Fearfully a few heartbeats were missed as cruel red eyes fell on the sight of the younger boy. The poor child loss all his previous rebellious confidence at the sight of all the wrinkles and crusty bags on the mans face. Meekly he whimpered trembling with terror written all over his display. He could barely find his voice when a question, from the man Tomura, was proposed to him.

"You," Tomura's tone turned intimidating as his eyes zeroed in on him. The man appeared to be feasting off of the child's fear, enjoying how he squirmed against the restraints. He slowly rose to his feet, strolling over to the kid. Each step he took shot chills down the captive's spine as he grew near. The man didn't stop until he towered over his tied up new little toy. "Won't let me down, right?" At this point he flashed a smile.

The smile looked more menacing than warm and friendly. The way his crusty lips curled upwards and his teeth grinded down together as if he was holding back lashing out and unleashing his rage on the child.

The kid let loose a weak frustrated sob at the sight, afraid that this might be the end of him. He felt like he'd die here. The other villains Tomura shooed away would be usher back in. Slowly they'd take turns cutting up his body and dissecting him, bit by bit. This place would be his grave—all because of stupid heroes and villains fighting for no good reason! Their dumb feud would be the cause of his demise! And there was absolutely nothing he could do to prevent it.

The black haired boy cringed, jerking his body back as pale clammy hands reached out to stroke his face. Noticeably, Tomura kept one finger away while he admired him. His voice becoming raspy as he tried to smoove the child, "Hey. Hush, now." He gingerly stroked away some tears, "I haven't done anything to hurt you yet. When I start hurting you, then you can cry."

"Tomura...I don't think that's helping your case." The man behind the bar muttered, intensely watching how this scene played out.

"Silence, Kurogiri!" Tomura snapped, a cracking sound was made as he darted his head to glare at the older man. Bitterly spitting, "I know what the hell, I'm doing."

"Do you?" A new voice commented. This time it came from a man leaning over against the wall. He watched on with bored half-lidded turquoise orbs. Shoving his hands in his pockets he took a few steps towards the two, "Looks to me like you're making a big mess."

"What do you know about hostages intimidation?"

"Nothing much. But I figure getting a name would be helpful."

"You're who brought this disaster to me."

Carelessly the man shrugged his shoulders, rolling them a bit he stiffened. He seemed to be reflecting on his failures and finding good reason to claim redemption and success.

"Oooh! Me!" A blond haired girl cheered. She sparked up with the dim hope her words might shine some light on the subject, "I wanna torture our captive!"

"We can't do that, you sicko." The strange man with various stitching almost patch like skin stated. He became almost revolted by the idea, but managed to remain emotionless. "What the hell goes on in your mind, Toga? This is a child."

"Aahh," Toga still wore a bright smile on her face. It was way more sincere than Tomura's but was desperate for blood loss. Raising a finger upwards she playfully tapped the man on the nose, her voice growing lusty. "You already know what goes on in my mind, Dabi." She began to spin around happily, "I'm imagining so many beautiful tattered up and bloody guys~!"

At that declaration Kota let out a high pitched shriek. Diverting all the intense mysterious eyes to fall back on him throwing a fit.

The boy was still unable to hold back more ugly sobs from his lips, his heart was beating so fast, making the blood in his body boil. All the water pouring down his sorrow drenched face seemed to aggravate Tomura. Angrily the child was forced backwards, the life or death moving pressure dropping from his face to his neck. Gasping for air, the kid learned how impossible it was to cry, scream and breathe at once.

Toga bursted out in a fit of giggles, "So cute! So cute!" The girl bounced over to join Tomura in his 'game' he seemed to be playing with the child. She hummed contently, "I don't think capturing him was that bad of an idea after all!"

The black haired male—Dabi, it seemed had the most sense than any of them. He didn't try to close in and suffocate the child by getting all in his face. Playing it cool, he sighed. "What's your name kid?"

The child didn't answer at first, all that happened was a whimper out of his mouth. Roughly his body was throttled, his ears ringing clear a hostile voice.

"HE ASKED WHAT'S YOUR NAME, CRYBABY! WHAT'S YOUR NAME, SO WE KNOW WHAT TO WRITE ON YOUR GRAVE!" Tomura bellowed still withholding placing all his fingers on the child's neck.

"Kota!" The child gagged out. His hot tears falling in his own mouth as he struggled to sputter, "Kota Izumi!" His black hair bounced back along with the rest of his body coming forward.

The answer that left his lips must have satisfied the man. For as quickly as the sporadic burst of anger occurred it dissolved into thin air as if never once existing at all.

Tomura removed his hand from Kota's throat sheepishly. As if hearing the child speak his mind fully comprehended how young their captive really was. He took a couple steps back. Speaking his mind out loud he uttered, "So you can speak."

"Awe! He's cute really!" Toga chirped eagerly. She took this time to reach out and tug on Kota's little chubby cheeks. Her fingers steadily squeezing the extra fat causing her nails to slightly scrape the edges of flesh.

Delicate little streaks of blood appeared from the freshly made scars on Kota's skin. The boy couldn't even pull away at the stinging feeling of the woman's merciless grip. Toga holding Kota like an overly dramatic grandmother after seeing her grandchild after so many years. It made skin start to feel stretched robbed of their youthfulness, completely excruciatingly.

At the feeling of his face being roughly torn apart Kota let out a plea, "L-Less force, please!" He barely sniffed out.

Toga gave a soft, "Oh!" Releasing her hands from doting over Kota's face.

"Damn, kid." Dabi muttered, picking up at how helpless the child was. He tilted his head to the side slightly inspecting the kid. His eyes flickering with alarm, longing for more information about their captive. "How old are you?"

There was silence briefly after that. Kota still trembling trying to collect himself. Everything was happening so fast around him, he couldn't keep up—not with his mind mortified on how this might be his last moments. Kota didn't wanna die like this, despite all his fantasies of meeting his mother and father once more it would be cruel irony.

It took a few more good seconds of weeping before Kota croaked out, "5 years."

"Shit." Tomura cursed almost baffled by the incompetence of his villainous pawns. His mind unable to wrap around how the hell was it all they managed to kidnap was a 5 year old. The man sucked on his teeth then observed the crying child again. Suddenly it dawned on him, that some bratty 5 year old might be worth letting go after all.

Kota stirred in his restraints, his hands locked up tightly as he wiggled his fingers. Sniffling he pleaded, "Please… if you're gonna k-killll..ill..M-Maaahh-ke it quick and pppaaapp..painless."

"Ughh! Cut the crying crap!" Tomura hissed his eyes widening with annoyance. He swung his hand out once more.

Kota didn't know what it was about his hands...something about them. Tomura's fingers maybe? They just seemed to scream out, 'Warning Danger! DO NOT LET ALL 5 TOUCH YOU!' So he let out more screams at the top of his lungs as those deadly pale fingers loomed.

Death was coming for his soul right now and powerlessly all he could do was close his eyes and embrace it. Kota held his breath bracing for the impact of whatever was coming next—only much to his surprise came a soft gentle pat on the head.

Dabi had stepped up to protect him. The male putting himself between Kota and Tomura. The lanky boy didn't offer any words of confidence. All he did was mutter, "Suck it the fuck up." patting his hand on Kota's hat.

Tomura glared at Dabi menacingly trying to configure what his deal was. They shared a short stare off, pondering the true issue going on here.

"They'll come for him." Dabi stated dully to defend his actions. "We can bait them with him."

At that new idea Tomura recoiled, slinking backwards to withdraw his hand. He desperately attempted to clear up his brain for any way to make this situation work, "All we need is for them to come." He spoke out a lie of course. Their goal was to get an U.A student to join their side and wreck the school's image. But a change of plan wasn't that bad, having a child get kidnapped...part of U.A or not, it still happened around pro-heroes. HEROES WHO WERE SUPPOSED TO BE KEEPING INNOCENT CIVILIANS LIKE KOTA SAFE.

Blinking his eyes open at the realization no harm was coming to him just yet, a thankful look showed itself. However he felt guilt weigh down on his heart. "No...they won't." Kota whispered sadly.

"Huh?"

"THEY WON'T COME FOR ME!"

At the sharp tone the kid fired off, Tomura screwed up an eyebrow. Growling, "Why the hell not?"

"Because..I…" Kota turned away unable to face the menacing look the villain gazed at him with. Pain rattled the child's bones as his head began throbbing in shame and ignorant child-like foolishness. He confessed through tears, "I said I hate heroes and all their dumb quirks, that's why! I said they're all stupid and flashy morons!"

The fierce spirit that bloomed up in Kota in that moment, made Tomura shiver in delight. The villainous leader's eyes sparking up in joy at the realization that the league might have struck a true heart made for villainy after all.

Crimson bloodthirsty red eyes beamed with happiness as their owner restated in his own simple terms, "You hate heroes?" Then a bit too eager he shouted determined, "YOU HATE ALL MIGHT! FINALLY SOMEONE WITH GOOD SENSE AROUND HERE!" He threw up his hands carelessly in celebration.

"Ooh! Oohh!" Toga let out an eager squeal, "I knew this kid was special!" She took a few steps closer to Kota.

Dabi cut his eyes at Kota. Almost as if assuming his confession was a whole facade the villain didn't change his stance. Still on high alert for anything out of the ordinary about to unfold for the young boy. The lanky man stared into the child's soul as if reading him like a book. He hammered, "You hate heroes?" His tone dead serious set in discovering the truth.

"I-..I.." Kota bit his tongue figuring this was not the best place to reveal that, he hated villains too. Carefully the 5 year old muttered, "Well...I do. But...but.." his mind flashed back to Izuku. The hero-in-training had risked his life to try and save him. Kota couldn't hide his admiration for the action. Even if Izuku didn't catch him before he tumbled off the cliff and into the arms of the villains below, Izuku had still risked everything for him.

His hero.

A dully idea flicked in his mind, 'Would Izuku come for him?' Kota didn't know for sure. All he could recall was the distressed look on Izuku's face when he discovered he wouldn't get there in time.

Too late.

Kota began to catch the trend that everyone who he cared about in his life, he never got to appreciate them until it was too late.

Swallowing numbly he stared at the walls in the bar around him. His lips betraying his hopes as he confessed, "I don't think anyone will come." Kota tipped his head down shamefully, the shadow casted by his hat hiding his watery orbs.

Dabi smirked as if mildly tickled by the recoil. Suffering in the small child's chest seemed to comfort the patchwork faced male, allowing him to reassert his dominance in the situation. Dabi couldn't help but take a couple steps back allowing Kota to lay waste in his agony.

It wasn't funny it was just tragic. So tragic that Dabi couldn't help but scoff. Toga couldn't help but continue to giggle. She seemed to be getting a kick out of this. In a way it was painfully relatable, for Tomura which is why he allowed the younger male to carry on and cry. This time he controlled his temper, not lashing out or threatening him.

Slumping over in his usual seat at the bar, Tomura went right back to watching Kota throw a pity party. His eyes entertained and proof of his glee radiated on his face as he whispered, "Yes. This it. Love and support doesn't only bring people together but so does hate. The product of All Might's failures. A new gen, that hates heroes."

Kota kept on sobbing in disparity and alarm for what his future might appear to be and what would soon be coming to him. The tight chains holding him back rattled digging into his flesh, his whole entire body shook, as he thrashed trying to break free. Each scream or fearful trill that passed his lips tore up his vocal cords even more. Frantically he yelled, "Don't make me suffer! Please!" The anxiety gnawing on his brain was driving him mad. He knew good and well there was no point of waiting for someone that wouldn't come.

Tomura only smirked wider, his gaze growing more malicious as he soaked up the pride in this small victory. "I hope you suffer, like how I suffered."

"Tomura…" Kurogiri spoke warningly, "Do you think master would approve of this?"

"Not a chance Sensei wouldn't say no." Tomura insisted, "If I beg hard enough." He seemed pleased with his response before figuring he needed more proof. "Plus it's better to show we have a possible prospect on the rise."

"We get to keep him!?" Toga shouted out her cheeks flushing with blush. She threw her arms around herself in a warm hug picturing she was snuggling the younger boy. All she wanted to do was treasure the little boy as she squeezed herself. "He can be our little side project! We can call it operation Teddy Bear!"

"You make him sound like a pet or something." Dabi uttered lowly.

"He is! He's our little Kota!"

"Hmm…"

Tomura wrinkled his nose. The villain not too big of the idea of being a teacher. The male was well aware of how busy and time consuming kids could be. He didn't have time to raise a 5 year old, he was trying to destroy All Might. Tapping his fingers on the bar counter in deep thought he dashed his eyes around. The only reason he had Dabi and Toga stay with him was because he only trusted these losers. Everyone else in the League of Villains wasn't really worthy of being involved in the plan making process yet.

Which meant that Tomura had to choose one of these two to care for the crying bratt before them. Closing his eyes he pointed at his selection, "You."

"No." Came the rejection.

Tomura cracked open his eyes to follow the gaze of his arm span. His wrinkly finger directing towards the patchwork skin having male. The villain declared, "You will take care of him."

"Not a chance." Dabi responded his voice tightly defiant. He raised his head to gaze towards heaven reflecting upon how absolutely stupid this was. There was no way in heck he'd get tossed into caring for the brat.

Toga grinned enthusiastically, "Ooo! Can I take care of him?" She raised her hand like back in school wanting to get call on desperately.

"Let her take care of him." Dabi promoted instantly, his voice steady not daring to crack.

"No!" Tomura growled feeling like Dabi was challenging his leadership powers. "I choose, you to do it."

It had to be a challenge, didn't it? Dabi had noticed how uptight and grossly amused Tomura always got, from getting a kick out of being 'The Leader' even if he had to answer to some master. There was some strange aspect to the man, how he decided to relay commands and orders. It pissed Dabi off, it really did.

The patchwork male had taken notice of the sporadic teasing and how much of it the shaggy haired man could take before he cracked. Yet when it came to absolute authority, there was a large offset in the balance of power and responsibility. Almost as if there was a line.

A line between them being Tomura's little pawns and them being Stain's legacy.

No one knew where they really stood in relation to the line.

No one knew when they were about to cross it.

Dabi hated it. The fact that stupid fucking line existed in the league. But he hated more that no one but him seemed to acknowledge or blur it.

Casting his sights back towards the hell hole he was stuck in, Dabi shoved his hands in his pockets. "I like to keep my villain work and my life separate." He stated clearly ready to burn this line to ashes. "You understand, don't you?"

"The League Of Villains is my life." Tomura fired back almost pathetically. He didn't give any reason other than that; leaving it on an open note.

"That's sad."

"No! It means, I have dedication."

"I have dedication too. Just not for babysitting."

Toga clicked her tongue, figuring that right now was a good time to jump back in. "You're not really babysitting. You're watching our special project."

"Like hell, I'm spending my days in here watching that whiny brat."

"Take him, to your home then! If you bring him home it won't have to worry about coming here."

"Whoa." Tomura added in as if he'd just been giving the upper hand. "Toga's been actually having bright ideas for once." He pointed at the sobbing 5 year old, "Do us all a favor and take the crybaby home, Dabi."

Daringly turquoise eyes narrowed almost deadly ready to see blood. A menacing chuckle screwed out of the lank villain's throat. There was some cold irony behind this, as if they blamed this whole mix-up on him.

This.

WASN'T.

his.

PrObLeM.

But if they wanted to do this to him, he'd spite them.

Dabi blinked his eyes, his lips twitching agitated by the responsibility wrongly being enforced upon him. "How annoying." He bluntly stated, "But if I'm caring for the little one," A delirious tone hit his voice as he cackled, "Then I'll teach him at my leisure…" Triumphantly, he took a few steps forward till he stood in front Kota. In a pissed off way he snatched the stupid hat off his head.

At the feeling of his hat being torn off, Kota let out a screech of bloody murder. Not knowing what was happening next made him almost break out into a panic attack, it made him holler for help as he kicked his heels. He choked out, "Nonono! GIVE IT BACK!" Frantically jerking his body around he strained his neck out trying to snatch his hat back with his teeth.

"To be like me." Dabi spoke out darkly, flames exploded in his hand. The blue fire crackling loudly as it popped, with the flames devouring the red hat. He chuckled a bit at the child's twisted expression.

Kota froze, petrified at the sight of the aggressive blue fire blazing from the older man's palm. His once favorite red hat turning to ash as it burned away, stealing all his hopes and ambitions. He let out a whimper at the sight of shadows dancing across Dabi's face. The darkness coating around him as he glared down at the helpless child as if he were a insect.

Dabi crushed the ashes in his hand harshly. The soot slipping through some cracks as they fell to the ground. Each drop seemed to diminish Kota's self confidence.

"I..I don't wanna be a villain!" Kota tried to scream but his words were muffled by terror. So instead the words came out like, "I..dooo meeedffrrppp! Baaaha.. veeelloo!" He didn't know what the villains' plan for him was. Who knew what these psychopaths were thinking? But apparently the plan that was newly put into place involved him.

The thought of him being involved in such a thing made Kota sick to his stomach. Steadily the 5 year old grew more light headed, as his breathes became more desperate. Each breath turned into a struggle until his heart clenched up in his chest, contorting blood flow. Kota's eyelids heavily weighed downwards dropping as his final sights was on the crazy fire quirk having man: Dabi with that horrific deceitful smug smirk on his lips.

Every inch of sense in Kota's mind warned—he'd be the death of him.

Thanks for reading! I had a burst of inspiration~and I love the League of Villains.

Disclaimer: I don't own My Hero Academia!

This book will focus on Dabi and Kota, and they're gonna have an amazing dad and son relationship. I wanna book about friendship and trust. So this book is on that supportive family flow! Dabi will finally get the family he deserves. Kota will get the parent he needs. Hehe~! Also ya know Tomaru and Toga are gonna tease the hell out of Dabi for it.

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