Hi. My name is Aubrey and I am once again letting you know that this story finna get real dark real fast. I will have warnings. There is pill taking in this chapter and even if it is helping the OC, it still causes a dependency on someone she really doesn't need to get too invested in. Thank you for checking my fic out and I hope y'all like it!


Her Peace

I feel it coming out my throat
Guess I better wash my mouth out with soap
God, I wish I never spoke
Now I gotta wash my mouth out with soap

~Soap: Melanie Martinez~


Ginsui woke to a swarm of unadulterated infatuation. The pill she had taken earlier had obviously worn off and Dabi's care for her was invigorating, but she pushed her physical neediness aside. How his adoration for her was that strong when he was asleep was beyond her. She glanced over at the clock and saw 3:45AM.

She carefully pulled away to search for clothes and her phone. She had no doubt that her friends were pissed at her sudden disappearance. Her heart sank when she saw the eight missed calls and thirteen texts; some of which came from Aizawa and Mic. She hated it when her girlfriends involved those two.

She quickly replied to the texts and assured her beloved friends that she was indeed okay and that she was planning on getting a place of her own, that she would swing by both Emi's and Shota's later that week to get her belongings. She knew they would want her to call, but she couldn't do that without coming up with some elaborate excuse and she did not have the creative genius to do that this fucking early.

She quietly slipped out to investigate the new whereabouts. It was similar to the others the League had, bar and all.

"You should know that I'm not happy to have you back. You've got to prove yourself valuable to me in order to stay," Shigaraki's intense tone interrupted her snooping.

"What do you have in mind?" Ginsui began. Perhaps this would be her chance to slip away for the remainder of her pregnancy. Maybe this would give Dabi a chance to reevaluate his life...

"Unlike your fucktoy, I wasn't distracted by acting like a rockstar last night. I watched you instead," he began.

"That's not creepy at all," Gini snorted back.

"I only have my players best interests in mind and I'll be damned if they get screwed over again by some doe-eyed, pretty faced twat!"

"That's fair," Gini sighed at his harsh description of her. He wasn't wrong.

"I saw a masked man give you something. He looked identical to the description Magne gave us of your near abductor. What was it?" Shigaraki pried.

"Medicine for my quirk," Gini shrugged. There was no sense in lying at this point.

"What does it do exactly?"

"It removes my quirk entirely...I'd say for about eight hours."

"You mean you were quirkless for the last eight hours?!" Shiggy hissed.

"Well...uh...yeah..." Gini frowned; she didn't think it was that big of a deal.

"You shouldn't do that again. What if the effects become permanent? How are you going to be useful to me?"

"My connections, I guess..." Ginsui trailed.

She wasn't planning on actually being useful to the ragtag unit of bad guys. She only wanted Dabi and his warmth and she desperately wanted him to man up and discard this notion of destroying heroism. She was clinging on to his love for her to push him into the right direction. Now, who knew how soon that would be.

"Hmmm," Shigaraki pondered as he took a seat on the nearby sofa.

Gini stared curiously at his face. She couldn't recall seeing him without the bizarre headgear he normally hid behind. He could be handsome if he took a better skin care routine, maybe. She could see potential.

"Is this drug he gave you available on the streets?"

"I'm not really sure. He may be giving samples out at random. He gave me mine as an apology."

"I have an idea," he stated as he scratched his neck.

"Sure, what's up?" Gini sighed, mentally preparing herself for some dirty work.

"You need to get in. Get more information about this quirk-erasing substance and you need to tell me all about it."

"Getting into the yakuza will be a piece of cake. My Great Uncle's the boss, handyman," she laughed at Shigaraki's expression.

"The hard part is getting Chisaki Kai, aka Overhaul, the one with the mask, to trust me enough to tolerate my presence there."

"All you need to do is use your quirk, you dumb bitch," Tomura laughed at her.

"Sir Nighteye, the person in charge of the agency I take jobs with, has done tons of research on him. This Chisaki fellow hates quirks. He thinks they're a sickness. He'll know if I use mine and will probably kill me on the spot. Why do you think he was so willing to give me a dose of this new drug?"

"I see," Shigaraki smiled, "then why don't you build a relationship with him. Arrange meetings to get more of those pills. Then, call your uncle up and become a member."

Ginsui felt bile rise in her throat. The soothsayer's warning just hitting her. Overhaul could have been the bird she was told to stay away from. Maybe it wasn't a joke from Hawks.

"I'll do it, but only if you let Dabi come with me to the meetings. Chisaki makes me...unwell."

"Absolutely not. Do you really think he's going to agree to you participating in drug deals? Don't be so fucking stupid, Gini. Besides, he likes to go on his own agenda. He won't have time to babysit you."

"Fine. Also, I get to tell Sir Nighteye all of my discoveries too. I'll keep the League's involvement completely secret though."

"So, all the intelligence you give me, you will be giving to the Pros as well?"

"Yes. They need to know. This keeps my reputation as a good guy intact and will also bring about the yakuza downfall. That's one less criminal organization you have to worry with."

"Okay, I like the way your mind strategizes. I'll allow it. Guess you better get started then."

"It's like four in the morning. I'm going back to bed," Gini snorted before leaving the messy haired man.


"Dabi? There's something you need to know," she whispered over to the groggy man as he stretched awake after she woke him up accidentally by closing the door behind her.

"I...I love you too. Whatever happens from here on out, please know that. I've only ever said that once to another person and he didn't reciprocate those feelings like you do. There may come a day where it doesn't seem like I do, that I was lying. If that day ever comes, please ignore the obvious. I freaking love you."

A sleepy smirk crossed his face.

"Yeah, yeah, I know," he whispered and rolled back over to sleep.

Aizawa would have asked her fifty questions about why she would think he would doubt her. He would have been relentless with his accusations that she intended on doing something stupid after saying something like that. Dabi was different. He knew she wasn't perfect and he accepted it without any qualms. That was what she needed.

Two hours later, Gini couldn't remain quiet. She had patiently waited for someone to care for her as much as she did for them and she finally got that. Sure, it was with someone mentally unstable that catwalked on the brink of evil and pure, but who was she to judge. Her joy, even if she knew it was going to be short lived, wasn't something she could suppress.

So, at six in the morning, the song Dessert by Dawin blasted from the kitchen, waking any member present up. The smell of omelets and espresso filled the building.

Toga was the first to barge into the kitchen.

"OH MY GOD I'VE MISSED THIS! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW AWFUL IT'S BEEN WITHOUT YOUR BAD SINGING, HOT AS FUCK DANCING, AND RESTAURANT QUALITY COOKING?!"

"My singing is bad?" Gini giggled as she fixed a plate for the yelling teenager.

"No way, it's angelic! Nah, I'm kidding it's pretty shitty," Jin replied as he joined in.

"Gini, I've missed you," Magne began to cry in between bites.

"Don't get too attached. She's not staying here," Dabi tartly replied from the doorway he leaned from.

"Huh?" Gini, Magne, Himiko, and Jin asked in unison.

"I'm not letting her break down again and that's what's going to happen if she's here all the time."

"But...but...you CAN'T KEEP HER ALL TO YOURSELF!" Himiko whined.

"He's right; although, her presence here is needed. She will need to make time for the others, you know Dabi," Kurogiri voiced as he joined the group for good food.

"Sure, whatever," he reluctantly agreed before eating.

"Say your goodbyes. I'll bring her by in a few days," Dabi continued after the group finished breakfast.

Gini took mental notes of the street the new hideout was on and the ones leading to Dabi's apartment.

"Wow, this is much nicer than I expected," Gini blushed as she explored her new home.

"You can thank Big Sis Magne for that," Dabi smiled as he watched her tour.

He followed her around and waited until she was comfortable to tell her his plans for the day.

"I have to head out now. I probably won't be back until tomorrow, so please try to stay out of trouble okay?" He asked.

"I'm going to do my best, but I don't exactly have the greatest track record."

"I know...listen if you need anything just call or text me at this number," he advised as he entered his information into her phone.

"Yeah, okay," she smiled.

He gave her forehead a gentle kiss before leaving.


She called Sir Nighteye first and broke down her newest plan. She left out the fact that she was getting quirk suppressants from the target and the huge fact that she was working this scheme out with the League. She sincerely didn't want them to get into any more trouble than they were already amounting for themselves.

Once the agency captain gave her the okay to infiltrate the yakuza, she began to plan. Originally, she didn't want to spend too much time in the organization, but the more she thought about it, the more she realized that it could be her way to finish off her pregnancy. She could easily spend a few months there. It could be just enough time for Dabi to get rid of his dark philosophies and then she could bring up the fact that their baby was okay.

Honestly though, the more she thought about that issue the more she dreaded that conversation. It didn't matter how she told him; it would go down poorly. What mattered, was how he acted after the hard pill was swallowed. She could only hope that he would be understanding about why she didn't tell him the truth that night he permanently marred her skin.

She groaned as she called the number she had gotten from the box that her pill had come in.

"Hey, are you terribly busy right now? Okay, great. I was wondering if we could arrange a meeting?" There at eight tonight? Sure, okay, thanks!" Gini hung up.

Even speaking to the man made her shiver. She quickly deleted the call. She didn't want Dabi going through her phone and making up scenarios. But...he wouldn't do that. That was something Aizawa would do. She needed to let her past stay there.

Once she regathered her thoughts, she called Shigaraki to let him know where she would be in case shit hit the fan.


7:30PM

Gini's hair was parted down the middle with each half braided into a single, thick, cornrow. She wore a long-sleeved white crop top that had her favorite band's logo across the chest. High-waisted, black leather pants hid most of her abdomen. She put on thigh-high black boots at the door as her heart raced. She hoped she could pull this off.

Square black sunglasses hid her face as the song The Box played in her ears. A cherry sucker clicked between her teeth as she neared the meeting place: the park bench at Dagobah where she had gotten the last pill.

She took a seat and casually played with her phone until she felt Kai's presence. She forced herself to swallow. Why the young man set her on edge was worrisome, but she would find out soon enough.

She pulled the earbuds out as he took a seat beside her. He casually crossed his right ankle over his left knee and leaned back to place an arm over shoulders.

Gini swallowed again, removing the candy from her mouth. She couldn't feel Shigaraki's presence anywhere, so he had left her to her own resources. All Chisaki had to do was remove his glove, and she would lose her left arm.

"I knew you would reach out, but so soon? I'm pleasantly surprised. So tell me, how well did it work?" The bird-beaked man began.

"Completely quirkless for like eightish hours," Gini smiled before popping the candy back in.

Kai's golden eyes lingered on her mouth longer than necessary. The gaze eventually moved up to her covered eyes.

"I know we agreed on a weekly supply, but I've changed my mind. I'll give you one a day for a week."

"What? Why?" Gini spat, already ready to go.

She could cuss him and Shigaraki out right now and not even care of the consequences.

"How else would I be able to see more of you? Seven days instead of one? Can you blame me?" Kai dryly explained.

Gini chuckled, "You have a crush huh? Okay, I'll play along."

The man licked his lips, grateful that Gini couldn't see behind his mask.

They made the exchange and soon Gini was home throwing up. Her blood boiled at the thought of the man liking her. She thought about the way his eyes had watched her suck on the lollipop and she puked again.

It wasn't like he was unattractive. No, his clean-cut appearance and charm were sexy, but it was only at the surface. Something was terribly wrong with him and that was what nauseated her. And to think that she had to endure him every day for who knows how long!

She needed sleep, so she quickly took the pill. The door to her new apartment burst open to a wheezing Dabi. She quickly wiped the bile from her mouth and ran to the scorched man.

"Oh my god! What...what happened?!" Gini cried out as he dropped his weight onto her shoulders so that she could lead them to the bathroom.

He collapsed onto the toilet seat, ignoring her stream of questions.

"Fine! Just ignore me then!" She frowned as she opened the closet door to find some kind of balm to dress his wounds.

She sharply inhaled as her eyes scanned over diapers, wipes, and tiny washcloths. He had nested a home for them and she was so worried that he wasn't stable enough for this.

"To the left, behind the lotion. Hurry up," Dabi urged her as she felt her throat tighten.

She distracted herself by tending to his burns. She could feel the need to cry worsen with each application. Soon, tears were streaming down her face.

"I can do this myself if you're going to cry all over me. That shit burns," Dabi scoffed as he pushed her away.

"I'm sorry," she replied as he took over.

"Don't be. I'm sorry I snapped like that. I'm just tired and in pain."

"I know and you don't have to apologize. It's okay to be mean when you're hurting," she sobbed.

He rolled his eyes and grabbed his staple gun, the pain going away now that his burns were soothed.

"You look good. Did you go out?" He asked once they had both finally calmed down.

"Yeah, I had dinner with Emi," she explained.

He raised an eyebrow at the lie. She couldn't have had dinner with her cousin because he narrowly dodged the Outburst user after his job went bad.

If Gini hadn't taken the drug, then she would have known that she had messed up. However, she was none the wiser.

"Why are you battered?" She asked.

"I got into an altercation during a mission that went wrong," he replied calmly. Gini had her reasons for being secretive. It wasn't like he was being completely honest either.

"Do you have any jobs the rest of the week?" She asked, seeing if she would be able to go out at eight every night this week. It would get suspicious quickly.

"Yeah, why?"

"Shouldn't you stay home tomorrow? Your wounds..." Gini trailed, anxious that he would be hurt worse but relieved that she wouldn't need any excuse to leave.

"I can stay if you want me to?" He hesitated.

A few months with the woman was long enough to learn her mannerisms, her tics. She was definitely up to something.

"Well...actually...umm..." she paused. Shit, she was no good at keeping secrets and she was already struggling with the baby in her belly.

"Just fucking say it, Gini. We both know you were lying about seeing Emi."

"GOD I'M SO BAD AT THIS," Gini growled in frustration.

"Obviously. So, what's up with the secrecy?"

"...Shigaraki needs me to prove myself and we worked something out."

"He has you working?" Dabi spat, already getting to his feet and putting on a jacket to confront their boss.

"Wait, please, it's only so that he can trust me again. Once the job's done, then I won't have any reason to follow his command."

"If it's going to get you hurt, then I'm not okay with it," Dabi warned, his fingers running through his black hair. He had darkened it again before going on his mission.

"It'll just be a few months at the max!"

"A few months? Are you fucking kidding me? I'll give you a few weeks. That's all I'm okay with. I will go to Shigaraki to straighten this out if you think it'll take longer."

"No, no, I'll talk to him about it later."

"Good. I'm exhausted. Let's go to bed," Dabi sighed before taking her hand and leading them into their room.