AN: This story is going to be a lot different from others that I've written (feel free to check them out here on or on AO3). Since this OC is 23+ year old woman with strong ties to the yakuza, NOT a teenager in high school, some of the things I'm planning on including in this fic are pretty mature. For now, some things to look out for are slut shaming, frequent mentions of sex, and a bit of a narcissistic/antagonistic personality from Kagami. I want to experiment with my writing by focusing on a villain centric narrative, so be warned that this will probably become dark.

The woman who jumped down from the rooftop hid her face with a medical mask. Even hidden beneath a long coat similar to the man across from her, her figure could catch eyes wherever she went. Her breasts bounced beneath her loose silk blouse and her tennis skirt swayed along with her hips.

Despite their rough surroundings, Kagami never went anywhere without heels. They were thin and on occasion, Kagami used them to pierce into the flesh of whoever had the misfortune of meeting her. It was almost a miracle the young woman hadn't broken them.

Dabi didn't spare her a glance as she danced her way to stand behind his shoulder. With a scowl, she shoved his shoulder roughly. His skin was bleeding again. However sadistic she'd been feeling earlier when they killed those thugs left her as all her sadism turned to irritated worry at the sight of him. "Dammit, Dabi! Are you okay?"

Rolling his shoulder, he glared at her half-heartedly. "Eh don't bother, Kagami," he drawled. "You know how often this happens."

She looked at her companion distastefully. "I know and I wish you'd chill out every once in a while. The scent lingers."

He rolled his eyes at her, "Tch. Mind your damn business, woman."

The dark makeup painted along Kagami's vivid yellow almond eyes made her look even deadlier as she narrowed her eyes at the man, but she kept her mouth shut. Choosing to ignore his disrespect, she stepped around the charred corpses glued to the alley's dirty floor. "This smell is going to linger for days," she complained. Dabi couldn't look away from her pout and was only momentarily distracted from her lips when she pulled a strand of dark violet hair away from her face.

Dabi smirked back at her, "Don't act like you don't love it, babe." She rolled her eyes. Gesturing towards the rooftop she'd just dropped down from, she asked him for a favor. "If you think you've got enough energy my guys could use a little smoking."

"Clean your own damn mess." Even with his bickering, Kagami dragged her corpses down from where they hung over the rooftop's edge and let them drop in front of Dabi, who silently activated his quirk to cremate the bodies.

They left without any identifiable trace of their crimes. Kagami danced over the corpses, reveling in the way Dabi refused to look at her as she twirled her way out of the alley. His distaste for her amused her, especially since he tried so hard to hide the fact that he did have some interest in her as a woman. Her attitude sobered every inkling of desire within him, however. Their escape was swift, only stopping for a moment when Kagami paused in front of a shop window to admire her reflection.

Dabi didn't stop when he called over his shoulder, "Hey sweetheart, check yourself out on your own time." In front of the window, Kagami blew a kiss at her reflection and sashayed after Dabi. It took a moment for her reflection to catch up with her.

Kagami and Dabi were an interesting pair. He'd run into the young woman in the middle of burning off some steam, and he caught her standing in front of pair of cops, smirking as they fought an invisible enemy. He thought she was telekinetic, but her Quirk wasn't actually that useful.

He heard her boots before he felt her near him. Keeping his face forward, he eyed her before telling her softly, "Hey, just so you know, I'll be gone for the next couple of days."

She looked to him disbelievingly. "Oh? You've never felt the need to let me know when you're going off on your little excursions before. Have I managed to charm my way into your heart then, Dabi?"

He laughed her off, "You wish, sweets. Come to think of it, maybe you'd be interested in where I'm going."

"Depends. Where ya headed?"

"Gonna find the League of Villains. You remember Stain?"

She was mildly surprised by this. They had exchanged few words about the Hero Killer, but neither were interested enough in actually discussing their ideologies. "I didn't take you for a joiner. Alright. I've got nothing better to do, so I'll spend my precious time with you to see what this league is made of." She tossed her hair over her shoulder, momentarily catching his face in the process.

Their hideout was a shitty apartment they managed to get a significant discount for. Dropping her coat on the only chair in their little hovel, Kagami draped herself over the length of their moth bitten couch. "So how are we gonna find the league anyway?"

Dabi kicked her foot, dropping himself on the other side of the coach when she lifted her legs. He ignored the way she dropped them across his lap. "There's this guy. Giran. I've heard that he knows where to find them. We find Giran, we find the League."

His roommate twirled her hair around her index finger. "Hmm so how're we gonna find him?" Dabi shoved her legs off him, she glared at him indignantly. "Don't worry about it, sweetheart, leave it to me. Just make sure you keep your phone on." She shrugged.

"Go wash up," she ordered. "You're stinking up the whole place."

He laughed her off but went to the bathroom anyway, silently wondering if she'd end up joining him.

Kagami was selfish, vain, and cared little for others. In terms of possible partners he could've been stuck with, Dabi could've done worse than her. Not that he was saying she was his partner. She attracted too much attention for someone on the run. It wasn't exactly her fault, but he was going to blame her anyway. The woman had to be at least 180 centimeters tall, and it didn't help at all that she was hot, or that she insisted on increasing her height with her heels.

He wasn't used to being around women who stood taller than him, but fuck if he didn't enjoy sizing her up. "Once we get there, make sure you keep your mouth shut. Sound good, sweets?"

Kagami chuckled lowly at him, "Think I'll ruin your chances of getting in? Relax, babe, this is only the middle man."

He didn't bother looking at her. "Laugh all you want, Kagami. You just have a habit of rubbing people the wrong way."

"20 years on this planet and no one's told me I've rubbed them the wrong way." She gazed at him with a dark look in her eyes, knowing he'd understand her words. "You're so tense, Dabi. Need help relaxing?" He rolled his eyes at her, unwilling to continue dignifying her with a response. She laughed.

It didn't take them long to reach the rendezvous point, a small back alley bar with little to no foot traffic. It was a little early for happy early, but that didn't stop any of the early bird patrons already nursing drinks in their hands. Kagami walked closely behind Dabi as he led them towards a small booth towards the back of the establishment, as was usual of their routine.

Sitting in the booth was an old man casually smoking a cigarette between his teeth. He didn't react much at the sight of them and lingered on Kagami's figure for a moment when the pair slid across the table. "So," he said. "You're Dabi, I heard you were looking for me. And this is?" He gestured vaguely to Kagami.

She spoke before Dabi could answer for her, "You can call me Kagami." So much for keeping quiet.

Giran eyed her for a few seconds, leaning forward slightly to get a good look at her face. "Oh, I've heard of you." He leaned back, "Aren't you a little far away from home?"

The woman only smiled alluringly as she cocked her head to the side. "Home is where the heart is, isn't it?" She glanced at Dabi. "I think I'm right where I'm supposed to be." She winked at him flirtatiously, licking her lips with her eyes locked on his. Across from them, Giran huffed out a small leery laugh and looked to Dabi, "You must have your hands full with this one." Dabi shrugged disinterestedly, "You gonna tell me how to find the league?"

Brushing off his blunt attitude, Giran raised his hands to placate the younger man. "I can arrange a meeting sure. But what makes you think they'll be interested in you? What's your quirk?"

Dabi lifted a hand, palm up, and lit it aflame with blue fire, "Cremation." The old broker nodded his head appreciatively, once again brushing off his attitude and his subtle threat. Looking towards Kagami he waited expectantly. "Go ahead doll, don't be shy. You must have something powerful if you're partnered up with this guy." Dabi ignored the comment, but thought to himself, no we aren't partners.

Kagami on the other hand smiled prettily and sat back proudly. "Reflection," she stated with a half-smile tugging at her lips. "I control reflections in any reflective surface. It's my own playhouse," she winked.

His brows drew back, "Impressive. Any reflective surface?"

"Mirrors work best, but yes any reflective surface."

Giran looked at the two young adults sitting before him, impressed. "I think the league would be interested in the two of you; but first," he took a sip of his drink, "why do you wanna join?"

"That went pretty well, I think."

Dabi and Kagami were sitting inside a dirty pizza shop sharing a greasy deep dish on a wobbly table. "What happened to staying quiet, huh?" he accused her. She had the gall to look indignant, "What, and I was supposed to let you do my introduction for me? I can introduce myself, Dabi." She aggressively tore off another slice of their half-eaten pizza. He watched her chew before drawling out, "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, sweetheart."

"Besides," she broke off to swallow a bite of the pizza, "you keep saying we're not partners. So why the hell should I listen to you, asshole?" She set her slice down when he didn't answer right away, "Have I finally charmed my way into your heart, Dabi?" He kept his eyes on her face to avoid staring at the cleavage poking out of her lowcut blouse.

He threw a dirty napkin at her face with a scowl, "You wish, you dirty slut. Who knows how many guys you've been with?"

"Don't be fucking rude," she punched his chest across the table, causing the chair he sat in to screech loudly as he was shoved backward. "And who the hell said it's just guys? I don't discriminate." He scoffed at her while she wiggled her brows at him, a teasing smile on her face. He liked that she wasn't easily offended.

His face was deadpan. "Neither do STD's."

"If you're so worried about me being safe, I'll let you show me how it's done~" He ignored her for the rest of their outing, but deep down he didn't stop thinking about her offer.

A week later Kagami was laying draped atop Dabi, unsuccessfully seducing him, when said man's cellphone went off. She pouted when he pushed her off his chest as he reached across the coffee table to answer it. "Yeah?"

"I know it's a little earlier than our arranged time, but something's come up with the league and they'd like to meet you and hot stuff now."

"Now?"

"Now. Be warned, this has also affected their interviews with other applicants so you'll be having a group interview with another interested individual."

Dabi let out a heavy breath. They weren't due to meet for another few days, but he supposed it wasn't too much of an inconvenience. He looked to Kagami's pouting face as she looked at him from atop his lap. "Guess it can't be helped," he spoke into the receiver. It really was too bad. He was enjoying Kagami's attempts.

Hanging up the phone, Dabi pulled himself from under Kagami's heavy figure, ignoring the unattractive way she squawked. "Hey, what the hell was th—?!"

Dusting off his coat, he explained, "Change of plans, sweetheart. Looks like we'll be meeting with the league a little earlier than expected." She got up faster than he thought she would eagerly slipping on her thigh high boots and adjusting her skirt from where it twisted around her waist. He didn't wait for her as he stepped out the door. He knew with her legs she'd never be far behind.

They moved swiftly, avoided passerby, and found Giran at the location he'd sent to Dabi's cell. The place looked abandoned and completely run down. He supposed it was fitting for a terrorist organization. Giran lifted a hand in greeting as he and Kagami approached. Behind him was a young girl in a school uniform, if Kagami thought she looked out of place, her thoughts switched at the sight of the expression upon the girls face.

Giran was quick to usher them inside, "Glad you guys made it. We can wait for introductions once we're inside. No point in getting to know each other if you aren't making it past this stage." He knocked on the entrance door and waited for a few moments before swinging it wide and gesturing the trio wait. The bell above the door rang. "Shigaraki, You all have been the talk of the town for the past few days. I hear you're starting something big-"

"And? Who are they?"