Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the My Hero Academia Universe, or Escaflowne this story is purely for fun.

Sorry, this update took so long; it was a crazy week on my end but I hope the size of it makes up for my tardiness.

Chapter 5

(11 Weeks or 2 ¾ Months Pregnant)

In the city of Musutafu rested U.A. High School, the crown jewel of the hero community. However, despite the school's connection to so many top heroes in the industry Musutafu still had a part of town that was 'unsavoury' and attracted the 'worst of the worst' according to the citizens who lived there.

In one of the apartment buildings located in that area Dabi currently resided. At first, the cremation user had yelled at Giran for putting her up in a place so close to the heroes but the information broker had just grinned behind his unlit cigarette and told Dabi that if you were going to hide a tree then in the forest.

So Dabi stayed quiet and inside her apartment diving headfirst into the data entry job Giran had given only going out when she needed supplies. Even if this meant Dabi was either up at the crack of dawn or out late at night to just before stores closed, she felt it was worth it if it meant avoiding the majority of the city's hero's population.

Surprisingly however when Giran heard the news on Dabi's attempts to stay under the radar by one of his many spies around town he hadn't been happy and had recommended that she meet a colleague of his. And since Dabi wasn't in the mood to explain herself to Shigaraki or have to worry about the Ujiko trying to play doctor she had agreed to Giran's demands, even if it reminded a little to much of her mothers current situation.

Which is how Dabi now found herself sitting tensely at the kitchen table well Folken, a tall man whose hair reminded her of Tomura, placed two cups on a tray and made his way over to her.

"So," Folken spoke placing a tea set on the table next to a weird-looking machine and pouring a cup for Dabi and sliding it over to her. "Will we be talking this week or just enjoying a nice cup of tea?"

Dabi grunted at the therapist, technically she was supposed to have started her meetings with Folken two weeks ago but not one to trust people Dabi had skipped the first meeting to see how far she could push Giran's so-called friend. When nothing happened Dabi's paranoia set in and she spent most of the day of her second scheduled meeting breaking in and tearing the man's apartment well he was at work looking for anything she could use to blackmail him. In fact, Dabi had been so focused on her destruction that she barely noticed the man returned.

That's how she figured out the Folken was blind and why Giran trusted him so much. Since so much police work relied upon sight Folken's lack of it meant that he could get away with saying he had no idea who he was actually talking, for all he knew his client might be suffering from delusions of grandeur.

Watching the therapist take a sip of the tea Dabi took a small sip herself a few moments later surprised with the pleasant taste, tea was always more Fuyumi drink of choice rather than hers. Shaking her head at the thought of her sister Dabi focused back on the amber liquid instead and how it already seemed to be helping her nerves.

"My mother actually used this brand when she was pregnant with my younger brother for morning sickness and my sister-in-law swears by it as well," Folken explained as if reading Dabi's mind. "Any trouble with it yourself?"

Dabi snorted. "If I'm not sleeping or working, I'm puking."

Folken gave a small hum of approval. "I think that's the first thing you've said to me that wasn't immediately followed by a threat."

"Listen, if Giran's going to be holding the apartment over my head and force me to come to see you then better not rock the boat with death threats," Dabi said before releasing some of her pent-up killing intent. "Doesn't mean that I still can't kill you if you piss me off."

Folken instead nodded not at all bothered by the bloodlust. "Giran is a strange man."

Dabi now couldn't help but feel curious, even veteran heroes responded to her killing intent yet the therapist sat there like it was nothing. "You don't seem like the type to get mixed up with him, how'd you two meet up anyways?"

"Work not surprisingly," Folken answered surprised that it had taken the woman this long to interrogate him, he had honestly been expecting to wake up with a knife to his throat back when they were first scheduled to meet. "I used to work for a company that handled how should I put this, delicate areas of quirk health and safety and Giran aided us in finding volunteers for our projects."

"Volunteers?"

"We were looking for people who suffered from severe mental quirk imbalances," Folken explained.

Dabi looked at the man with disbelief. "And Giran helped you find villains to what, cure them?"

"Far easier to find the real villains underneath once you weed out those who can be flipped with shiny coin," Folken clarified recalling the information brokers own words when they first met. "Officially our work wasn't approved by the government so we had to take our volunteers where we could find them."

"Your quirk must be pretty powerful," Dabi said looking interested and wondering if she could recruit the man into joining the League during their sessions. Having a therapist with a powerful quirk on hand might be almost as good as having a doctor when it came to interrogating people.

"Oh no, it's rather simple empathy quirk, I can still see people emotions as though it were a colour," Folken noticing Dabi's green outline and knowing what it meant. "And before you even think of asking, no, I won't join the League."

Dabi's green aura cooled from green to blue with some red woven inside. After years of practice with his quirk Folken knew this meant that the woman although not happy about being turned down was also calm.

"As a scientist I and worked on a machine that would slightly alter a person's emotions whenever the cause of their imbalance was introduced. Rather than stealing a piece of jewelry a person might ask to buy it no longer feeling the compulsion to have it right there and then."

Dabi whistled impressed by the invention, she had worked with a few villains in the past whose own needs and desires often put her at risk, but here was Folken saying he had found a way to stop that. If he still had the machine or even the plans maybe she could steal those and use it on Himiko before the blonde's obsession with those U.A. brats got her caught one day.

"How is this not something being used already?"

Folken gripped his teacup a little harder. "My machine never worked for long periods so it was scrapped and I was moved onto another project."

Dabi noticed the way the therapist had a stranglehold on the mug and knew that wasn't all but happened. "Bullshit."

"Seems your just as smart as Giran said you were, it's true officially the project was terminated but unofficially it continued. I don't often tell people this next part though but I think I'll tell," Folken spoke seriously. "One reason is that I hope you to start trusting me a little, though you are not an official client I will treat you with the same confidentiality as I do any other."

"And the other?" Dabi asked raising an eyebrow.

"If you and the League of Villains ever come across a man named Dornkirk I want you to know exactly who you're dealing with," Folken said bitterly thinking about the man who had taken his sight from him. "A man who kidnaps and exploits young children, some who haven't even gotten their quirks and twists their minds until their loyalty is to him and only him."

Dabi but her hand where her baby rested and wasn't sure what she would do if someone stole her baby from her before she had a chance to hide them. "I don't work with child abusers Doc, I kill them."

"And I destroyed Zaibach," the therapist responded taking a sip of tea to try and quell his anger "I called Giran to thank him and found out that they were still using the people he sent them. With a little snooping I found out what Dornkirk was up to and asked Giran what was in his best self-interest."

"Sounds like Giran," Dabi snorted wondering if the broker had some sort of cockroach-like quirk, the man was just about as hard to kill. "Always looking out for number one."

"Of all the crimes he can be accused of human trafficking isn't one of them," Folken said glad that going to the villain hadn't been a mistake that ended with him having a bullet between the eyes. "I quit that very day well Giran placed an anonymous tip into the heroes and police, by morning almost everyone involved was arrested."

"Except for you."

"Except for me and Dornkirk," the therapist said recalling how he came home a few days later the raid on Zaibach only to find him former employer waiting for him with a bottle of acid and a knife. If not for the broker sending someone to watch his apartment Folken was sure he would have been dead. "That's why when Giran asks me to look after someone I do so without asking questions."

"Must have surprised you when he asked you to look after me," Dabi grunted knowing how the public saw her as a monster. "Didn't you hear I'm the villain who kidnapped that kid from U.A and blew up High End."

"That boy was fifteen, hardly a child in my book, and given what I just told you about my past I can't judge you for yours," Folken dismissed. He was a part-time psychologist for villains if he was going to judge every person that he saw then the number of patients he saw would be cut in half. "Changing the subject back to you how would you indulge me in an exercise."

"What for?" Dabi growled not wanting the man to treat her like she was as crazy, this was supposed to be a simple chat to get her out of the apartment not an actual therapy session.

"I've been told that pregnancy is a very stressful time in a woman's life, I would like to help you handle that stress," Folken explained remembering when Hitomi had been carrying his nephew. "It's very simple exercise, I will say a series of words and you will answer them with the first word that pops into your head."

"And how exactly does that help me process this," Dabi said looking down to her slightly bloated belly.

"It doesn't help you exactly, but it does give me an idea on who you are and what boundaries I should and should not push with you," Folken explained opening up the machine and turning it on. "This machine will turn your words into text so that the computer can play them back for me as I make notes. Now, are you ready?"

Dabi nodded looking at the machine with hatred. "I guess."

"Alright then," Folken said clicking the button so that he could start recording. "Today is XXX, new patient is Ms. Tora, first session. Now administering first word association analysis starting with … Pregnant"

Dabi leaned foreword a little towards the machine. "Fantasy"

"Test"

"Giran"

"Baby"

"Protect"

"Mother"

"Victim"

"Father"

"Idiot"

Folken frowned and made a mental note to talk to Dabi and see if she meant her own father or the babies.

"Society"

"Fake"

"Villain"

"Me"

"Hero"

Dabi clenched her hands tightly as Endeavor's face came to mind.

"Killer"

"Dabi"

"Vengeance"

"League of Villains"

"Family"

"Stain"

"Mission"

"Goal"

"Survive"

Folken nodded and stopped the recording. "Alright I think that's enough for today, you can go home if you wish or we can continue enjoying our tea."

"That's it?" Dabi asked skeptically looking at the clock and realizing there was still half an hour left in her session. "There's still time left."

"This isn't a race Dabi, it's a marathon and sometimes you need to slow down a little to make it to the end," Folken said finishing up the rest of his tea surprised at the woman's interest in continuing if anything Giran had told him was true Dabi should be running out of the door like All Might was on her heels.

"I don't do marathons so just do your shrink thing so I can get Giran off my back." Dabi insisted knowing that Giran would no doubt have a spy close by to snitch her if she left early. And if she spent the rest of the time drinking more tea the cremation user knew she would be up all night going to the bathroom.

Folken sighed. "Alright let's talk about how you found out you were pregnant."

"Not much to say," Dabi shrugged. "I took the test and that little bastard of plus side appeared instead of the negative."

"Surely that's not everything," Folken pressed turning the recorder back on. "How did you conclude that you needed a pregnancy test in the first place?"

*Flashback*

Dabi glared hatefully at the black bag in Giran's hand. The broker claimed he had brought her painkillers but instead all Dabi found was a cruel reminder of something she could never have inside instead.

"Why the fuck did you bring those things with you?"

And for once Giran wasn't smiling. "Just humour me alright."

"Why? We both know it's impossible, even your back-alley quack said so," Dabi hissed staring at the bag glaring at the bag with such hatred that the broker was surprised it hadn't already burst into flames. "I just overdid it with my quirk is all."

"We've both seen you when you've overdone it and feels different," Giran insisted not back down. "You've snapped at Spinner three times today already, nearly killed Himiko for her Pocky and you keep complaining about how tired you are."

"Ok one, Spinner was being an idiot. Two, Crazy had already eaten like four boxes by herself," the cremation user argued back holding up a third finger. "And three we're all tired, it comes from healing after fighting off some pompous dicks to save your greasy ass."

Giran sighed and rubbed the bridge of his still healing nose. "Listen if you take all of them not only will I shut up but I'll never bring it up again."

"You shouldn't have brought it up, to begin with." Dabi hissed tempted to use her fire on the man.

"Would you just please take the tests." Giran persisted just wanting the shake the woman for being so stubborn. As much as he hoped he was wrong Giran also knew that if he wasn't and Dabi lost another baby ... well, that wasn't a pleasant thought given what she turned into because of her first miscarriage.

"Fine," Dabi snapped grabbing the bag from the broker's hand. "If it'll make you shut up."

Walking to the closet bathroom Dabi slammed the door shut and dumped the tests into the sink rolling her eyes when she realized that Giran had brought her six different kinds and an alarm. Grabbing the two closets to her Dabi made quick work of her pants and it before sitting down on the floor and wondering how she could use the other four to piss off Shigaraki.

*Beep, Beep* *Beep, Beep*

Grabbing one of the tests Dabi immediately dropped it like it was on fire at the small blue plus sign, hoping this was one of those false positive horror stories she had heard about Dabi grabbed the second one and saw the plus sign again. Fear now coursing through her Dabi grabbed all the tests and started praying to every god, devil and demon who might be listening that she wasn't pregnant.

*Beep, Beep* *Beep, Beep*

Reaching a shaking hand towards one Dabi shut her eyes and took a deep breath opening them to see another positive in front of her. Feelings of nausea immediately rose in the villain and she moved to what passed as a tub in the abandoned house heaving into it.

*Flashback End*

"Stupid bastard said he wouldn't have even thought to bring me the tests but one of his damn prostitutes hadn't left her baby book in his office," Dabi recalled now feeling mentally drained at the memory.

"I see," Folken said pouring Dabi another cup of tea. "Aside from fear did you feel anything else?

"Angry."

Folken nodded having heard something similar from a woman he had treated who found out she was pregnant after a one-night stand. "Children can bring up complicated feelings and given your …. career, I suppose having to look over your shoulder constantly for the next nine to ten would make anyone cranky."

"No, that's not it," Dabi said shaking her head, once Giran had calmed her down Dabi had felt a strange sense of peace she hadn't felt in years. "Everyone's told me for a long time that having children was impossible, that my fire messed to badly on the inside for me to ever carry to term."

Folken observed Dabi's emotions as they started fading from angry red to sad blue kept darkening still until they were nearly black.

"I gave up on having any and focused on my career as you called it, came out of nowhere and suddenly in less then a year am a B-ranked villain to be feared. Then I met the idiot who knocked me up and suddenly everything I've worked for now has to take a backseat to make sure this kid stays alive. And the worst part is that as much as I want to kick him in the dick for getting me into this mess, I also want to kiss him."

Folken raised an eyebrow. "So, where does your anger come from?"

Dabi slammed her hand on the table her aura flaring a bright red. "I fought well pregnant. I'm a reckless fighter, I don't care how much my quirk can hurt me but I could have killed them."

"But you didn't, just like you didn't know you were pregnant," Folken explained holding one hand up so that Dabi couldn't interrupt him. "Just listen, judging from what you've told me you wouldn't even have known unless Giran hadn't forced you to take the test. As for your child, I think your body already knew and tried to adapt and protect them meaning they are just as strong as you are for surviving."

"I don't want a strong baby," the cremation user spoke hating the words made her think of Endeavor and what he had tried to accomplish with her and her siblings. "I just want a healthy and alive one."

"So, you intend to keep the child?" Folken asked eyebrows raised slightly in surprise.

"God no," Dabi laughing at the thought of raising her child. "I'm giving them up as soon as they're born."

"I see," Folken said emotionlessly. Though he supposes he couldn't blame Dabi for giving up the child something about her laughter sounded forced. "Why is that? Why not raise them as a villain?"

"Because I don't intend on living in this world and screwing them up like I was. As soon as they're born and tucked far away from everything, I'm killing Endeavor and taking the secret of where I left them to the grave with me."

Notes

Folken, and yes, he is based on the character from Escaflowne TV show if anyone was wondering, was seriously a hard character to write.

Folken's quirk is as said an empathy-based one called Coloured Emotions. Before he lost his sight, he used to see people's emotions as an aura field around them but since losing it became a way to see where people are since the field is still there just not the people inside it.

Green = greedy or in this case interested since Dabi wanted to recruit her therapist

Blue and Red = calm but slightly annoyed as well since Dabi knows Shigaraki probably wouldn't be interested in him

Black = mourning or depression

I know I went off plot a little giving Folken a back story but it will play in later I promise, there is a method to my madness.

Now that we know how Dabi found out she was pregnant I would love to hear what everyone thinks about her giving the baby up and what else you felt about this chapter.

Remember I love hearing what my readers think about the story so far and when you encourage me with reviews, I tend to write faster. Seriously, it is scientifically proven fact that positive reinforcement can do wonders for the creative mind.