A/N: For this Chapter the ages are the following:

Asami - 10
Fuyumi - 11
Touya - 12
Natsuo - 8
Shouto - 4

Chapter 21

The Todoroki Residence – 13 Years Ago – Age 10

How the hell am I here again?

Touya sits on his knees as he waits for his stupid bride to show up like he has every year with her since his stupid sister first convinced him to marry the stupid fatty.

Despite complaining that weddings are a one-time thing, Fuyumi and her chubby friend insist on doing a wedding ceremony every year, and have made a tradition of it. This year is their fourth wedding and they just get more and more unbearable to the white-haired boy as the years go on.

Touya thinks about training with his father. His dad's been unwilling to see him since his masterpiece assumed the perfect Quirk that he was seeking. Since that day, Touya has been pushed aside like an old broken toy.

Fuyumi doesn't have to threaten Touya to come here anymore since she understands how touchy of a subject him using his Quirk is to the family. Ever since Touya charged his flames against his youngest brother, no one seems to talk about him or his Quirk anymore.

He hates to admit it, but these moments with the little Fatty and his sister give him a reprieve from the realization that he's a failure in his father's eyes. The way the chubby purple-haired girl looks at him is the way his father once looked at him; with want and excitement. He wonders how long it will take for her to find her masterpiece and toss him aside.

Touya hears shuffling in the room and he stiffens up. He glances over to see the girl walking into the room with the sheets wrapped all around her. Over the years Fatty's gotten better at doing her makeup, and she's grown out her hair past her shoulders so she looks more like a girl now. It isn't complete torture marrying her.

She sits down next to him and he's hit with her floral smell. He takes in a deep breath of her scent, hiding back the smile as her scent has always given him a warm feeling in his stomach.

"You don't look terrible this time," he compliments her as he glances over at her, catching the sheepish smile touch her lips that she hides behind her headpiece, that's really just a blanket wrapped around her head.

"Thanks," she returns in a silky voice that he finds himself blushing at.

He shakes his head and turns to his sister that gives him a knowing look. Yeah, okay, so he's not fighting them anymore, but that doesn't mean that he's enjoying this one bit. He's just doing this because he has more free time on his hands since his father decided to discard him for someone more worthy.

So what if these stupid weddings make me feel significant. It's not like I'm gonna tell them that.

Fuyumi runs through the ceremony and Touya begins to take it a bit more seriously than he had before. He thinks about what it would be like if he was actually sitting here with Fatty on their wedding day. With how rich her dad is and how useless his Quirk is, Touya's sure that his dad would find her to be an auspicious match.

Not that I want to marry that stupid Fatty.

But what about him? Her father is probably the richest man in all of Japan, so of course she's an auspicious match. So where does that leave him? He's a boy with a weak body and a failed hero. He is anything but an auspicious match. He's a failure, and it's only a matter of time until she leaves this house and forgets these childish traditions in favor for a more suitable mate.

But still, she has a way of making him feel wanted, which in the past few years, Touya has been lacking that feeling from everyone around him.

She's always had a way of making my heart flutter when she looks at me.

Fuyumi finishes her made-up prayer for their union and prompts them to kiss one another. Touya takes in a deep breath, and for the first time in the four times they've done this, he doesn't look at her adversely. Her makeup is much better and she doesn't look like a clown this time around, her hair is longer and curled to shape her face, and she isn't as insufferable as he may have initially believed her to be.

"I like your hair," he croaks without a thought.

What the hell was that? So stupid.

"I mean, I like that it's longer and curly. You don't look like a dumb boy," he corrects with a snide tone.

"Thanks," she blushes at him. "I'll keep it long then."

Touya rolls his eyes, "Do whatever you want, I don't care," he says, turning from her so she doesn't see him blush back at her.

"I said to kiss each other!" his dictator sister commands with balled fists at her sides.

Touya looks onto the purple-eyed girl with a sinking feeling in his chest.

It's just a stupid kiss.

Her dimples press to her cheeks and his heart sinks deeper.

You do it every year.

They both move in closer to one another.

It'll be over before you know it.

Their lips connect, and for the first time in four years, he doesn't automatically pull away, and he lets their lips linger there for a moment.

She's so soft…

Asami is the one to back out of the kiss this time and Touya feels a heat rushing to his face that he's prepared to write off as his Quirk acting up if they even try to tease him about it.

But they don't, and instead Fuyumi announces them as husband and wife and thanks the crowds of stuffed animals and Natsuo for attending their union.

His eyes shyly tear away from hers.

Until next year…

Present Day – Day 15

Asami stands hunched over the bathroom vanity washing her clothes in the small sink with some soap that Dabi included with his haul. Her head is mindlessly focused on the task when she hears a crash at the front door. Her body jolts upwards in shock when she heads towards the living area with soaking hands.

The door swings open and Twice comes launching himself in with a box in his arms while Toga follows behind him with a skip in her step.

"Jin," the sharp-tooth blonde begins with a whine. "I told you to be careful, it's fragile!"

"My apologies!" he calls out to her as he places the box down on the ground with careful delicacy.

"What's all this?" Asami asks with a soft tone.

"It's stuff for us to share!" Toga rings out. "Dresses for us to try on, perfumes for us to wear, and…" she smiles wildly as she pulls out the black cosmetic box that holds her nail polish supplies, "and nail polish to do our nails!" Asami bites down on her cheeks so not to smile as wildly as she would like.

Checkmate Dabi. I don't fucking need you anymore.

"This is amazing, Himiko!" she smiles widely at the girl as she's returned with glistening eyes.

"So, where should we start?" she sings as she twirls to the table in the kitchen.

"Well, I usually like to light a candle to make the place smell nice," she begins as Twice grabs the candle and lights it for her. She smiles as he becomes complacent to her commands as well. "Next I decide on an outfit for the day; that will help me decide what color I want to paint my nails."

Toga waves at Twice and on command, he brings over the box of clothes. Asami steps towards the box to see what types of clothes they brought over. To her dismay, they brought more short dresses and impractical clothes and not comfortable things for her to lounge in.

"What do you think?" she asks her with a tilt of her head.

"Well…" Asami thinks as she begins pulling clothes out of the box. "It's cold outside, so it will have to be something warm..." dread pours over Asami's chest as she thinks for a moment. "Unless it's summer and I've been in here all winter?"

"No, silly!" Toga giggles. "It's only been two weeks!"

Asami tries not to outwardly groan as she thinks about only being trapped in here for two weeks, or having been trapped in here for two whole weeks. She's unsure which one is worse.

"Ok, so we will have to pair any of these dresses with a jacket and stockings," Asami begins, digging around in the box to see that they did manage to snag some.

She begins digging and pulling clothes out of the box and laying them out on the pullout bed. Asami examines the options before her thoughtfully. She pulls out a short maroon skater skirt to start, then finds an oversized black crop-top sweater that she pulls aside. She pairs them with polka dot pantyhose, and without any shoes that will fit her, Toga will have to wear her loafers for shoes.

Asami shows her the outfit laid out on the bed and the girl's eyes enlarge at the option. "I love it!" she cries as she jumps for joy while Twice peaks behind her and gives an approved thumbs up.

"Perfect!" Asami fakes excitement. "Why don't you go in the bathroom and get dressed, then I can get stuff ready to do your hair and makeup?"

The blonde's eyes sparkle at this suggestion and she grabs the clothes greedily in her hands as she runs towards the bathroom.

Asami smiles softly as she begins pulling the supplies from the box. She takes out the curling iron, a brush, some hairspray, and some pins and ties for her hair.

It doesn't take long for the blonde to come skipping out of the bathroom, wearing the cute outfit. Asami genuinely smiles at the girl, forgetting that she's part of the League of Villains and sees her as a young high school girl who's playing dress up with her friends.

Asami fondly remembers moments with Fuyumi growing up where the two girls would help each other get dressed and experiment with makeup trends on one another. Most days they came out looking worse than they came in, but there were days where they really glammed each other up and made the other feel beautiful. She only hopes that Asami can grant Toga that same boost in her self-esteem.

"You look amazing! Tell her, Twice!" Asami nudges him.

"Absolutely stunning. Marry me!" he declares and the blonde giggles at him sheepishly.

"What about you?" she asks happily and Asami glances down at the clothes.

"There's really no reason for me to get dressed. I'm not going anywhere," Asami grumbles.

"Get dressed with me!" Toga complains with a sinister tone that Asami doesn't want to know what happens if she goes against her.

"Okay, yeah," she awkwardly responds as she turns back to the clothes. She ends up grabbing a white halter top that she tucks into a skin tight light tan skirt that hugs her curves, and completes the look with black thigh high boots. If she had access to her entire closet, she would pair the outfit with a tan and black plaid floor length trench coat on colder days that she likes wearing, but there's no point, since she's trapped in this dungeon.

She gets dressed quickly and returns to the two villains in the living room and she heads towards the kitchen. "Here," Asami says, pulling out the chair for her to sit at. "Let's do your hair."

Toga hums and bounces her head as she kicks her feet out in front of her happily at her surroundings. Asami unties the two buns on her head and begins brushing out the girl's golden hair while Twice watches the two of them… or at least she thinks he watches them since she's unsure where his eyes are with his mask.

Asami curls the blonde's hair while she tries not to burn the girl who squirms under her as though she can't stop moving around. Once she has the girl's hair curled to frame her face, she asks her what kind of hair style she would like. "Two buns please!" she says cheerily and Asami blinks down at her.

"But that's your normal hair style," Asami responds.

"I know," she tells her. "I like them! It's me!"

Asami smiles down at her. "Yeah, it is," she says. "But it's always fun to do something different when you have a makeover," she tells her and after a moment of hesitation, Toga nods excitedly and Asami smiles at her, pulling her hair into a half up half down hairstyle which allows her long golden hair to fall down the middle of her back.

Once she's finished with her hair, Toga asks Asami to do her own hair. Asami smiles and complies, curling her long hair in large wavy curls that frame her face and fall down the small of her back. She keeps her long purple hair down, having always liked her hair down and curly since her first crush told her that he liked her hair best like that.

After she's curled her hair, Asami moves to the girl's face. "Alright, makeup time," the purple-haired woman smiles at her. "How do you want your makeup?" she asks her, pulling out the various pallets the blonde brought her.

She shrugs, "Can you do yours first?" she asks sheepishly bringing her shoulders to her cheeks.

"Sure," Asami smiles down at her, noticing that she's not wearing any makeup and might be intimidated by it.

Asami pulls the small table mirror towards her as she begins doing her makeup. She opts for a more natural look since her clothes are neutral in tone. After a light base around her face, she uses a brown eyeshadow and light highlight with a medium winged eye liner and ends with a few coats of mascara and a lip gloss.

She finishes and the girl smiles at her, seeing how beautiful Asami looks. "So," the purple-haired woman begins, "what do you think for yourself?"

"Whatever you think?" she says nervously.

Asami glances down at the pallets, then her clothes. "Let's do a maroon and black eyeshadow, with a dramatic winged eyeliner and dark red lips," she says opting for a darker more sophisticated look for the girl since her clothes are darker. The blonde excitedly nods and Asami begins applying the makeup.

Twice watches them curiously at the various stages of makeup and how silly and clownlike the blonde appears in the beginning, only to transform as the final touches are added.

The front door opens and Asami doesn't focus on the sound as she's too absorbed on finishing up the girl's makeup.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" she hears the unmistakable raspy voice that has her involuntarily clench with need.

She releases a wavered breath as she turns around towards him, seeing the pressed unenthusiastic look on his lidded turquoise eyes.

She turns away from him and back to her task at hand. "We are having a girl's day," she tells him lazily as she continues to finish Toga's makeup. "And Twice is supervising," she adds with a laugh as the black and grey villain nods excitedly.

Dabi drops the food on the countertop of the kitchen with a loud and deliberate dissatisfaction that Asami rolls her eyes at.

He leans over Asami's shoulder, intentionally closing in on her proximity to make her uncomfortable as his hot breath brushes against her ear. "She looks like a hooker," he deadpans in her ear and she shrugs him out of her bubble.

"You're such an ass," she grumbles as she continues Toga's makeup. "Don't be jealous you weren't invited," she teases him.

Dabi chuckles as he heads to her pullout bed and launches himself to splay out on the bed, having no mind for all her clothes laid out. "Fuck this thing's uncomfortable," he groans as he decompresses his body on the bed.

"Welcome to my daily nightmare," she offhandedly adds as she finishes up.

"Alright…" Asami hangs on the words as she pulls the mirror to the girl's face. "What do you think?" she asks with a smile as everyone's eyes turn to her.

The blonde looks at herself in the mirror, returned by the image of someone who looks nothing like her. She looks much older than she is with the dramatic eye makeup and the dark lips.

Her heart flutters at the image of herself there, realizing that she looks like all those girls at her school who made fun of her and pushed her in the dirt.

"Take it off," she says with a shaking voice.

"What?" Asami blinks as the girl becomes increasingly distressed.

"Take it off," she repeats as she lifts herself to her feet with a loud scratch of the chair against the ground. "Take it off!" she begins yelling as she wipes her face with her hand and tears at the clothes on her body.

Asami instinctually lifts her hands up in defense, "Alright, we can take it off," she tries to sooth the girl into a calm demeanor, but the blonde begins to panic as she scratches at her face.

"Toga!" Dabi jumps up from the bed calling out to her with a strong tone. "Come with me," he commands with harsh eyes as his hand is extended out to her. She stops scratching at her face and takes Dabi's hand.

Asami watches with wide eyes as Dabi takes her hand and escorts her to the bathroom. He leaves the door open and Asami can't see them from where she's seated, but she can hear the sink running and an indistinct conversation happening between the two of them.

After a few silent moments, Toga comes out of the bathroom wearing her school uniform and a fresh washed face with a few light pink scratches pushing to her skin from her outburst.

"Sit down," Dabi commands her with a stern tone and she does. "I'll fix your hair," he tells her in a softer tone as he grabs the hairbrush from the table.

He glares at Asami who watches him with confliction in her eyes as she chews nervously on her lip. "I see what you were doing," Dabi says to her as he brushes the girl's hair who has completely calmed down to his soft touch. "You were trying to bypass me in getting things here by manipulating her to do it for you," he accuses her in a harsh tone.

"No," Asami says meekly, shaking her head. "I just wanted—"

"Nice try," he interrupts her. "But you did the same with Compress and Spinner, didn't you?" he adds with a shake of his head at how this is all blowing up around him. "You said something to them, and that's now why Shigaraki wants to see you."

Her heart drops as he sneers down with a shake of his head. "What?"

"Once I'm finished with her, that syringe on the counter is for you," he says pointing with a nod of his head at the syringe that she hadn't even noticed him come in with. "I can't trust you not to go behind my back, so I can't really trust you while we transfer you to him," he growls.

Asami opens her mouth to retaliate when Dabi growls down at Toga, slapping her playfully in the head with the brush. "Would you stop squirming!" he grumbles. "You're gonna mess it up!"

Asami watches as Toga relaxes under Dabi and lets him fix her hair, while the patchy-skinned villain loosens his shoulders. She is in complete awe at how good he is with her, and despite how much she tries to recite her mantra about how dangerous he is, in this light, it's impossible for her to see him in any other way.

After he's finished doing her hair, he turns to Asami with an evil intent in his eyes. She gulps at the sight of him, being quickly reminded that he is in fact a villain, and any moment that she thinks otherwise is dangerous.

He picks up the syringe and holds it upright as he begins walking towards her with slow strides. "Make this easy for me, Butterfly," he warns her in a low tone.

"Dabi, wait," she says with her palms up towards him as she backs from him. She continues to step away from him until he's fully backed her against the brick wall.

He snatches her bicep with his left hand, clutching the thing in his grip as his fingers lace around it. She begins thrashing in his hold and he grimaces at her response. Of course she's not making this easy.

"Let me go!" she snaps at him, as he grips her arm tightly in his hold.

She feels something brush against her back when she remembers the loose brick in the wall she placed as a weapon. She looks around the room, knowing that with all three of them here, her chances of escape are minimal. But Toga is not in the right state of mind, and Twice seems preoccupied so maybe…

She doesn't have time to talk herself out of it. She reaches back and grabs for the brick with her free arm. She pulls the brick from the wall and lifts it in the air to strike Dabi.

His reflexes are dizzyingly fast and Dabi snatches her wrist that holds the brick. He looks up at the weapon that she grips in her hand. He twists her wrist and she winces as her fingers involuntarily release the rock from her hold to break on the ground at their feet.

"Really, Butterfly?" Dabi looks down at her with a dissatisfied look on his face. "What was your plan with that?"

"Please let me go," she whimpers at his proximity. "You can trust me, I promise."

"I don't think so," he says moving the syringe to her bicep.

Asami panics, lifting her free hand and slapping him across the face with a loud smack. "Ah," she instantly hisses in pain as she looks down at her shaking hand to see that her middle finger has been split open from making contact with one of his staples and blood seeps down her palm.

She looks up at him and begins fighting in his hold, not minding her injury as the black-haired villain fights her movements. He quickly overpowers her, pinning her arms down and plunging the needle into her bicep. He presses down on the pump and her lilac eyes look up at him, brows upturned as if she's begging him in a last-ditch effort.

"I told you to make this easy…" his voice muffles as her body falls limp in his arms.