A/N: Remember when I said you can't put Hawks and Asami in a room together without them going at it? Well Dabi was like "hold my beer". Chapter contains some non-con elements in Dabi wants to enter the back door and Asami is not having it lol.

This chapter is also 6k words and I started off at like 3k. Do you guys like the longer chapters or shorter ones? I've only made them longer to get to the reveal faster and stop dicking you around. Also note: the reveal is not in this chapter as I continue to dick you around!

Also, please see my end of chapter note as I have an important question for everyone!

Chapter 35

Present Day – Day 38

Asami feels a hard body press up against her as she sleeps. Her brows tangle together as she stirs awake. Before she can open her eyes, she feels his warmth as he crawls into bed next to her. His legs tangle with hers as he uses her thigh to prop up his leg. He tugs her body flush against his as he presses her to become one with him. His smell makes her heart flip with excitement and relief.

"You're back," her voice groggily states as she sways her hips against his, feeling him slowly harden as their bodies touch. She feels peacefully in his warm embrace. It doesn't take him long to spread her legs and press his fingers to her silky underwear as they prod at her warmth.

She groans as she tries to wiggle from his fingers. "Dabi—"

"The fuck you think I'm here for?" his voice rumbles as his hot breath fans the back of her neck. "Been dreamin' 'bout this sweet cunt all week," he growls at her and she moans, rocking her ass against his clothed dick.

Dabi chuckles as he glances down at her ass cheeks spilling out of her lacy cheeky underwear. "Look at ya, getting all dolled up for my return. Waitin' for me like a good bitch does… fuck."

"I'm in a robe and underwear," Asami deadpans with a roll of her eyes.

"You're in a silk fuck-me robe with no bra holdin' back these beautiful tits," he pinches the soft flesh and she bucks her hips against him. "And lace panties perfectly hugging this fat ass of yours," he gives her a smack. "You're beggin' me to fuck you, admit it."

He doesn't wait for her response as he flips her body like a ragdoll, turning her on her stomach and lifting her ass in the air. Asami simply whimpers at the aggressive maneuver as she has no intention of fighting him.

He grabs her panties in his hands as he begins tugging. "Don't you dare rip those!" she growls at him, head shot back over her shoulder.

A devilish smile crosses his face and before Asami can yell at him, she feels whisps of heat between her legs as the fabric disintegrates into burned ash. She goes to yell at him when he stops her, "Didn't say nothin' 'bout torching them," he deviously returns.

She doesn't have the strength to argue with him, and makes a mental note to either stop wearing underwear around him, or wearing ones she's less attached to.

Dabi's blunt nails claw into her hips as he tugs her ass up and forces her to lift herself up. She situates herself on her hands and knees, arching her ass up for him to get a better angle on her. He praises her for this, wasting no time as he dips his fingers past her folds and begins pumping at a steady pace.

"You're already wet," he groans, "Missed me, I see," he smiles down at her as she greedily rocks her hips back and forth against his digits. She's wet and horny and his callous fingers feel fucking fantastic.

He shifts behind her, pulling his fingers out of her before spreading her cheeks and dipping his face in her folds. His tongue quickly finds her clit as his warm muscle laps at the sensitive bundle of nerves. Her back arches into his lips. "Oh!" she cries, "Fuck! Dabi, right there!" she weakly commands.

He hums against her folds, and the sensation is delicious. She claws at the fabric of the sheets below her as she grinds her hips against Dabi's face. Her eyes flutter shut as she revels in the feeling of his ministrations and her lips hang uselessly agape as soft moans press from her throat.

Dabi reintroduces his fingers in her slit as he pumps them in a painstakingly slow pace that drives her nuts. "Hmm, faster," she whines and his fingers slow down. "Dabi," she whimpers.

His lips leave her clit, "I set the pace, Butterfly. You cum when I say you can." His voice is low and sinister, as though he is angry with her… punishing her. "Kept this sweet cunt from me," he complains. "Ordered me around…" He's still on that? "Gonna fuck this hole raw," he declares as he pulls his fingers from her warmth.

"Dabi," she whimpers as her pussy clenches with anticipation at his declaration.

He kneels before her, tugging his pants just below his hips to release his thickness. He gives himself a few pumps before he lines himself up, wetting his tip with her slickness.

"Dabi wait!" she clenches, hunching her back from his cock. She looks over her shoulder at him as he glares impatiently at her. "The pill," she reminds him.

"I'll pull out," he promises.

"No, Dabi!" she growls at him. "I'm not fucking you unless—"

"Fine," he rolls his eyes at her, digging his hand inside the pocket of his pants. She watches as he pulls out a silver square packet, bringing it to his lips as he bites at it.

"You had a condom this whole time!" Asami snaps at him, and he returns with a resounding slap on her ass. A satisfied smile paints his mismatched lips as he rolls the rubber on his shaft. Without warning, he plunges himself inside her, making her yelp.

"Feels like shit," Dabi grumbles. "Fuckin' hate wearin' rubbers."

"Yeah, well I fucking hate kids," she growls back at him. "Maybe if you let me get the pill when I first asked—" Dabi's hand quickly snatches her hair, gripping her purple strands and tugging her head back.

"You're a spoiled little bitch, aren'tchya. Used to getting what you want from Daddy?" She growls, moving her hand back to slap him, but he snatches her wrist and pins it behind her back. He releases his grip on her hair and grabs at her other hand. She falls on her face as he clutches both of her hands behind her back. With her face down and ass in the air, Dabi begins hammering into her cunt with an agitated force.

Her pussy flutters against his cock, despite his harsh treatment of her. Or maybe it's because of his harsh treatment of her…

He's pounding into her and he feels absolutely amazing. She wishes he wasn't wearing the condom either since she can't feel the blood pulsing through his vein, but he still feels fantastic. She's whimpering and panting at his every thrust, feeling him fill her up at this angle.

"Fuck, you're squeezing me," he revels in the feeling of her sucking him in. She rocks her hips against him, grinding her ass up and down his shaft as he thrusts against her movements. She bites on her lip when his tip grazes her cervix.

His hands grip onto her ass as he spreads her open and digs his blunt nails in the globes of her cheeks. He throws his head back, closing his eyes and dazed at the realization that he's fucking her into oblivion. Every moment away from her is hell, and every moment he's with her is pure bliss. It shouldn't feel this good. He's been with countless others before—taken them in worse ways than this—and none of them felt like this. She's euphoric, she's intoxicating, she's fucking perfect, and she's all mine.

She's clenching and quivering under him, her legs tremble as her back hunches and her fists grip under his hold on them.

"Dabi, please," her voice tightens in her throat as he slows down, feeling her approaching her peak. "Please, I want to cum."

"You gonna be a good girl if I let you cum?" he asks her.

"Y—yes," her voice shakes as she licks her lip. "Please, I'll do anything," she foolishly bargains.

"Anything?" his voice ignites with deviance.

"Yeah, anything. Please Dabi! Please! I…I need to cum!" she whimpers.

A smile breaks at his staples as he begins pounding into her cunt. She cries out loudly as she quickly cums all over his cock. Dabi ruts into her with relentless force, smashing the headboard against the wall and hoping that fucker Compress can hear her unraveling to his cock from his room, knowing that he didn't deter the two of them with his intrusion.

He watches with wonderment as her other hole clenches while she squirts all over his cock. A devious curiosity overtakes him as his blunt nails detach from her ass and the pad of his thumb grazes her pink rimmed entrance. Instantly she goes stiff.

"Has he ever taken you like this?" he asks her as his thumb softly encircles her hole.

She's huffing from her high, head clouded from the overstimulation. "Huh?" she stupidly responds.

"The Bird!" he barks shortly. "Has he fucked you here?" she gulps at his tone. "Judging by how rigid you got when I touched you, I'd say he hasn't," his eyes light up at the assessment.

"N—no," she responds weakly to him. "H—he hasn't," Dabi's heart races at the idea of uncharted territory.

"What about toys?" his head tilts to the side as he continues to encircle the entrance. "I saw some plugs in your nightstand, he use 'em on you?"

"You what?" she questions, trying to lift her head to look back at him.

"The question, Butterfly. Answer it," his voice is dark as the promise of having her where no one else has ventured drives him rabid with need.

"N—no," she stutters stupidly. "I—I just ordered them one night when I was drunk. When they came in, I was too embarrassed to use them." This answer is exactly what Dabi wants to hear. He begins slowly inserting his thumb into her hole.

A panic washes over Asami as he presses himself inside her. "Dabi! Wait! You can't!" she frantically calls out to him as her back hunches in an attempt to pull herself from him. Their eyes meet and she shutters at the hungry look he gives her. "It's just… you're… you're too… big," she gulps out an explanation.

"Don't worry, Butterfly. I'll make it fit." The devious smile of his two-toned lips brings a shiver down her spine.

"Please Dabi," she begs him with a whimper. "You—you can't!"

He glares down at her, not appreciating her telling him what he can and can't do. "Oh, I think I can," he tells her, leaning over her back and pressing his lips to her ear. "You said you'd do anything to unravel on my cock, and this is what I want, Butterfly. And when I put my mind to something I want, there's no fucking stopping me."

He lifts himself off of her back and heading back to his intended destination. "Dabi!" she panics. "I—I," she wracks her brain, trying to figure out a way to divert his attention. "I WANT TO RIDE YOU!" she cries out. His finger stops its trek to her hole and she exhales. "I want to ride you… please," she says. "Please… let me ride you," she looks back at him, brows upturned and pleading.

Asami shudders with relief when his hands lift from her ass. "Yeah?" he smiles. "Well since you begged like a good girl…" he rolls off of her, launching himself next to her as he lifts his arms under his head. She glances over at him as he makes himself comfortable, bouncing his cock up and down for her. "Well get to it," he tells her expectantly.

She sighs as she lifts herself up, crawling on top of him as he watches her with the most satisfied shit-eating grin on his face. She's reminded of when they first met, when he tested his limits with her. He's proud of himself for breaking her down and gaining control over her like he did when they first kissed.

She straddles him between her legs and glances down at him. His eyes are on fire and when she drops down on his cock, he digs his head back into the mattress as his arms unlace to wrap around her waist and hug her tightly to him.

Her hips begin to grind against him as she bounces on his shaft. "Fuck, Butterfly," he releases incredulously. "Gotta hand it to that Bird Brain. He really taught you how to ride some cock." She glares down at him with hateful eyes for bringing Hawks into this again. "But Imma be the first to fuck your tight little hole," he clutches her hips. "Mark my fucking words!"

She shuts her eyes, focusing on the feeling of his girth rubbing against her clit and tearing at her insides rather than his vulgar promises.

"Shit, I love your hair," he muses as he bunches it in his fists. "So beautiful, and long, and perfect for pulling," he tugs on her hair and her head shoots up to the ceiling. She releases an involuntary moan.

She continues to grind against him, feeling her pussy pulsating at the feeling of his cock rubbing on her clit while stretching her spongy walls. She can feel his curve hitting her g-spot, and she doubles down to chase the high.

Her hands claw at his chest as she continues to grind against him with circular motions. She looks down, wanting to see his cock slipping in and out of her wet cavern when she notices something strange. She glances down at the small tuffs of pubic hair trailing below his navel. When she gave him head, he was clean shaven, but being on his mission for over a week, he probably didn't have time to shave the area. This is not what disturbs her though, but rather the color of his hair.

White hair. White pubic hair.

Asami thinks about the hidden white hairs in his head, easily writing it off from aging, but pubic hair? All of his pubic hair? The idea penetrates her skull and she shuts her eyes of the crazed idea.

"You like that, Fatty? Like ridin' my cock like this?"

Asami's lips part as her eyes shoot open. She cranes her head down to see the perfect white-haired man lying down between her legs. She shakes her head at the sight of him. She's not high this time, so what the fuck is going on? Is this because of the pubic hair? Was it even white or did she imagine it was, as she imagines him between her legs?

I've lost my goddamn mind.

Or maybe… maybe this is some kind of coping mechanism?

She isn't an expert, and doesn't know the signs or levels of Stockholm Syndrome, but she's sure disassociating her captor and replacing his image with that of her dead childhood lover has got to be some level of fucked in the head. Is this her mind's way of coping with her circumstances? Maybe she can't process the fact that she's allowed herself to fall for her villainous captor, that pretending he's Touya is her mind trying to make this situation somewhat less psychotic?

She never fantasized about Touya when she was intimate with Keigo. She thought of him often—as she does every day—but never to this extreme of a level where she completely replaces the man between her legs with his image. Maybe it's because Dabi strikingly has the same eyes as Touya's? Or is her mind finding the similarities in them to justify this fucked up fantasy? Does he even resemble Touya in anyway, or is she so desperate to see him again that she pretends he does?

She was 1000% ready to write off the first appearance as her being crossfaded, but this? How can she justify seeing him again? Will this just be an every time occurrence from now on? Will she never enjoy Dabi for just Dabi? This doesn't seem fair towards the burned villain. He is already so self-conscious of his body and his appearance, the last thing he needs is to learn she's completely stripped him from her waking mind when she's fucking him in favor of a ghost.

She looks into his piercing eyes—the same icy stare as Touya's. She even sees the similarities of his and Endeavor's. Asami swallows back the thought as the image of the red-haired man brings her reeling back to the realization that Touya is indeed dead.

Asami was there and remembers that day more than she would like to admit. She can still remember coming back from the mall with Fuyumi when they saw Endeavor walking in the courtyard. Shouto was clinging onto Rei's leg while she was sobbing in her hands. Natsuo was trying to look strong for the family, but his quivering chin gave it away. But nothing prepared Asami for that moment when she looked to the patriarch of the family for an explanation, only to see the somber look in his eyes as he cradled the last fragments of what was left of his eldest son.

That memory brings her reeling back into reality. The pain and regret in Endeavor's eyes when he brought down his son. Bones. That was all that remained. But it was physical evidence of his demise. There was no question that he didn't survive, there was no mystery to be solved. Touya was dead. His body was incinerated and all that was left of him were mere fragments of bones.

So, sitting here disillusioning herself with the grandeur idea that Touya somehow survived that fire and became the brunt villain that lies between her legs is a pathetic pipe dream that she's conjured to make the reality of sleeping with a villain less detestable.

His ragged breathing brings her reeling back into reality as his hungry thrusts feverishly chase his high. She's honestly shocked she was still bouncing on him while she was questioning her sanity.

Dabi scrunches his face in pleasure as he reaches his peak. She can feel him pulsating inside her, but his hot spurts are contained by the condom.

His thrusts grow weaker as he pumps out the last of his load. Once his trembling hands detach from her hips, she slowly lifts herself off of his length.

Dabi groans in pleasure as he lays there with a satisfied grin on his face. He lifts his arm to his face and presses his forearm to his eyes. "Goddamn, I missed this," he exhales and nothing more is said for the remainder of the night.

Present Day – Day 39

Asami wakes up hours before Dabi does and makes her way to the lobby quietly so not to wake the burned villain. Her pussy is sore and she has bruises and burns all over her neck from his love-bites. She makes sure to wear a turtleneck sweater to keep the marks from showing.

She hangs out with Toga and Twice as they make breakfast for the rest of the League. Twice makes a comment about Shigaraki being absent from this morning's breakfast, and Asami wonders where the pale-haired man is, though she doesn't linger on the question.

Compress joins the trio, giving Asami a knowing smile that she blushes at. With how loud she and Dabi were last night, there's no doubt the man heard the two of them. The idea makes her hot with embarrassment and she avoids the thief.

Once they are finished with making breakfast, the smell seems to summon Dabi and Spinner, as the two final members of the League trickle into the common area. Asami keeps her eyes off of Dabi, still trying to figure out why her mind so desperately tries to replace her captor with Touya. She doesn't see her old white-haired lover during the day, or when they aren't fucking, so it has to be a coping mechanism when they're intimate.

Except for when he watches her from across the room, piercing eyes glued onto her as they flicker to her every move like they did when they went to the fair together. Like Touya back then, Dabi is jealous of her interactions with others that aren't him.

His eyes. His bone structure. His smell. His mannerisms.

She shakes the insanity out of her head and focuses on serving the food as Dabi, Spinner, and Compress all sit down while the other three set the table. Once everyone is served, they begin eating and the table fills with miscellaneous conversations amongst the group. Asami finds herself smiling as she watches Spinner and Compress argue about the best sushi restaurant in Kamino, Toga mindlessly telling Twice about Shigaraki's annoying mannerisms, and Asami chiming in with her own little quips.

She's smiling and enjoying herself with the League, all while Dabi quietly keeps his eyes fixated on her. She avoids his stare, but when she catches it, his eyes are soft and his expressions are relaxed. She doesn't keep her eyes on him because she doesn't want to look at him, but because she's scared to see just how much he looks like Touya.

"Well, are you guys ready or not?" Dabi breaks the various conversations around the table. All eyes turn to him for an explanation. "Crusty said we can go shopping when I get back. We either head out now, or not at all."

Asami's eyes widen at the man as his gaze scans the members of the League. "Not interested," Spinner grumbles.

"I could use a few things," Mr. Compress says thoughtfully. "I shall accompany you all."

"I ain't going," Twice says with a thumbs down. "Count me in!" another interjects. "I'm gonna buy a pretzel."

"I'll get ready!" Asami jumps up, heading to her room before the black-haired villain can go back on his word.

She heads to her room, quickly slipping on some comfortable leggings and a high-neck jacket. The door to her bedroom clicks open as she zips up the jacket to see Dabi approaching her. Before she can process his movements, he slaps a ballcap on top of her head.

"What's this?" she asks, pulling the hat off of her head.

"Can't have people recognizing you," he gruffly responds. "You want to go out, you wear it."

"But it doesn't go with the outfit," she grumbles.

"Oh no, you won't be a fashionista," he mocks her in a higher voice. "Put it on," he deadpans. She blinks in response, trying desperately not to see Touya in his teasing mannerisms.

She pulls her purple hair back into a ponytail and fishes it through the back of the black ballcap he forces her to wear. She glances over at him, noticing that he sheds his signature overcoat in favor of a dark hoodie that he hides his scars behind.

"You realize this shopping trip is going to be a fucking disaster, right?" he glares at her.

"No it won't," she smiles back at him.

The shopping trip is unraveling into a fucking disaster.

Asami's heart races wildly as she watches Mr. Compress shamelessly compress items from every store he enters into marbles. He is in plain civilian clothes since his face is widely unknown and is able to walk amongst everyone freely. She actually finds the man to appear handsome with his soft brown eyes and matching hair. Regardless of such, he continues to steal from each shop he enters.

As soon as they entered the mall, Toga bolted in a direction that no one seemed to see, so she is currently missing in action. Twice created dozens of copies of himself to find the girl, and Asami can only hope that she isn't getting herself in trouble.

The real Twice kept his head from splitting by wearing a grey beanie, accompanied with plain clothes. He focuses on gorging himself on pretzel bites, and the beanie doesn't stop him much from having a manic episode as he argues with himself in front of concerned customers.

Asami frantically tries to keep the group together like a frenzied mother running on the last of her morning coffee all while Dabi saunters behind her with his hands in his pockets and a smug grin on his face, hidden behind the hood of his jacket as he enjoys the view of her hair swaying back and forth down her back and her ass bouncing in those tight leggings when she stomps between League members.

At least someone is enjoying themselves.

"Compress!" Asami calls out as she sees the brown-haired man walk out of a jewelry store with a handful of marbles. She shakes her head of the image, unwilling to be compliant in his crime and says, "Can you help me find Toga? I have no idea where she ran off to!"

"Of course," he returns politely as he makes for a random direction.

Asami sighs as her shoulders drop with exhaustion. "Looks like this shopping trip's turning into a fucking disaster," Dabi mocks her.

"I don't have energy for your 'told-you-so' attitude, Dabi," she exhaustedly responds. The shopping trip has been anything but relaxing, and all she wants now is to head back the compound where none of these people are her problem.

Before he can tease her anymore, her shoulders perk up and she finds the pharmacy. She picks up her feet and quickly heads inside. Dabi begrudgingly follows her into the sterile shop as he stalks the shelves while she makes her way to the front counter.

"Hi, my name is Asami Hatsuse. I transferred one of my prescriptions here online." Dabi glares at her from the rim of his hood, wondering how she knew this would be the pharmacy they'd be shopping at, but figures she used her computer to find the closest one and transferred the prescription there.

He doesn't like the idea of her knowing where she is and having access to her computer to reach out to the heroes at any moment, but he figures she doesn't, with how the League and MLA will retaliate if they find out she's a hero's whore.

After some miscellaneous conversation, the man hands her the bag and she thanks him. She motions to Dabi and they step out of the shop. "Fucking finally," she exhales as she pulls the pack from the bag and takes one of the dozens of pills in a row.

Dabi watches her as she dry swallows the pill and her facial expressions fall to a more peaceful state.

"So that's it?" Dabi asks her. "I don't have to wear a fucking rubber anymore?"

"It takes a week to become active, so no, you can't."

"Of course it does," he rolls his eyes.

Asami exhales as she continues to walk with no purpose in her stride while Dabi follows next to her. This isn't much fun with the worry that the others will get arrested or make a scene. She's finally gotten what she needs from this trip, and now she wants to return home.

The duo walks in silence as they meander next to one another. Asami is grateful that Dabi sticks by her side and doesn't go wandering off as the rest of the League does. Out of all of them, she didn't expect him to be the one she doesn't have to worry about.

He shifts next to her and she tightens her shoulders when she feels his arm snake over her shoulders and pulls her into a lazy one-armed hug. She glances up at him, but he keeps his eyes forward. "What're you doing?" she giggles as they continue to walk as one.

"Shut up, I'm enjoying the silence," he grumbles.

She smiles as she looks forward, feeling a blush kiss her cheeks. There's something so domestic about having his arm lazily slacked over her shoulders as he hugs her to his chest and walks without a purpose. She feels the warmth from his body heat her up, and she feels so comfortable with him like this.

"OMIGOD IT'S HAWKS!"

The shrill cry makes them both grow stiff. Asami goes to move her head over her shoulder to look back, but Dabi snatches her chin with his fingers at a lightening speed. "Don't fucking move." His voice is like fire, burning through her as a murderous intent crosses his eyes.

She attempts to swallow down the panic in her throat but she's unable to. Her heart is racing and her body is trembling under his grip in panic as Dabi turns his head to look over his shoulders. She closes her eyes, not wanting to watch as he torches everyone in the building for the sake of keeping her from Hawks.

These are the worst conditions for Hawks to fight in. Not only are they indoors, but his wings are no match for Dabi's flames. She shakes in fear at how this will pan out. She's been so focused on pushing herself away from Hawks to justify being in Dabi's bed, that she never thought of a day where the two would be reunited.

How will he look at her? What will he do when he sees her placed comfortably under the arm of a detestable villain? What will he say to her?

A dry chuckle plays at Dabi's throat and her eyes open with confusion at his reaction. "Why don't you look and see your hero for yourself?"

She hesitates, contemplating how this can be a trap, but morbid curiosity takes over her and she turns her head to see. When her eyes decipher the image that's returned to her, her shoulders drop. A group of young girls pile up and fawn over a cardboard cutout of the winged Number Two Hero as they take pictures with the cutout.

Asami releases a built-up breath as her shoulders drop. She's unsure if she's relieved or not as her mind is muddled with contradicting feelings.

Dabi greedily pulls her towards him back into his grip, and she finally sees the gesture for what it is. It's possessive, not domestic. "He's not comin' for you, Butterfly," Dabi teases her under his breath. "Got bigger and better things than to deal with the likes of you and me."

Asami sighs, ejecting herself from the situation as she allows her body to walk without her cognitive intervention, feeling defeated.

Dabi and Asami eventually meet back with Twice at the food court to find that the man has not slowed down on gorging himself on pretzels. He plants her down on a chair next to the man. "Watch her, Twice," Dabi demands with a sinister tone. "I've got an errand to run."

"You got it!" Twice returns with a thumbs up. "What am I, a daycare?"

"Where are you—" she can't even finish before he turns from her and slips into the crowd.

Asami sighs heavily as she places her chin in the palm of her hand and watches the dual-personality villain gorge himself.

He offers her some, and she takes it with a soft smile. She watches him, seeing the soft smile on his face as he happily indulges himself. "Hey Twice," she begins. "Why are you a villain?" she asks him and he looks up at her. "Just seems like you're a good guy. I can't see you fitting in with the likes of Dabi."

He shrugs as he continues to shovel food in his mouth. "'t's cuz of them I finally fit in somewhere," he tells her with a shrug of his shoulders. "People always wanna distance themselves from the strange ones, or the ones that don't seem to think the way they do," he begins. "The League… they accepted me right away. Toga gave me her hankie when I was falling apart. You kicked me when I was splitting. Spinner, Shigaraki, Compress, even my boy Dabi; they all see me for who I really am, and it's enough for them. They don't need anything more from me."

Asami's brows turn upward in his response, hearing him speak clearly for the first time since she's met him. "I know we kidnapped you and all, but you're one of us," he declares. "You're family, and we'd kill anyone who tried to take you from us," he says, and though she'd rather they not result to violence, she still sees his point. "You've helped us a lot," he continues. "Gotten us a lot of nice things. I just got us in a mess with the Shie Hassaikai," he frowns. "And hey! You got Dabi to lighten up and hang out with us more. He was such a grumpy guy before you!"

She exhales, thinking about how Dabi has changed a lot, despite some of his periodic mood swings. She can't even imagine what her life would be like now if everything came crashing back.

"D'ya ever miss it?" she asks him. "Your life before the League?"

"Nah," he returns with a shake of his head. "Those people out there—before the League—none of 'em cared about me. Not like the League. Coworkers, bystanders, family—they are all people you're forced with. But the League, we all chose to be here. They're family by choice, and I wouldn't wanna leave." She thinks about her choice and how it's been stripped from her when he speaks up. "You coulda left long ago. No one's watchin' you, and you got that laptop to reach out to the heroes. But you're family now. So, you want to stay, right?"

Asami's mouth dries at his question. If she uses her laptop to reach out to the heroes, the information will be fed to Trumpet and Skeptic. They will see her position within the League as a hostage scenario, and she will be killed on the spot. The merger between the League and the MLA will crumble and it will incite an all-out war.

"Umm—" Dabi's heavy body crashing next to her makes her jump and she halts her response.

"Here," he says handing her a small bag. "Now I don't wanna hear you complain anymore."

Asami's brows tangle together as she opens the bag and peaks inside. She digs her hand into the bag, pulling out a dozen pairs of lacey underwear. "Dabi…" she starts to swoon, when she pulls out a pair to find that it's crotchless. Her glistening eyes narrow as she continues to dig into the bag to see they are all crotchless.

"Dabi, these are crotchless," she complains under her breath.

"Now I won't have to tear 'em to get to that sweet cunt." Her eyes practically bulge out of her skull when he says this loud enough for Twice to hear. He snorts out a laugh at her prudish reaction. "Oh, come on Butterfly, Twice knows we're fuckin' don'tcya Twice?" he turns to the man as she sinks in her shoulders, feeling herself melt with embarrassment.

The blonde looks up at them both. "Yeah, the whole building can hear you two," he complains. "Wait! You two are a thing?!" his other side frantically gasps.

A booming laugh escapes Dabi's throat and Asami jumps at the uncharacteristic response. She turns to him, only to be returned to the image of the white-haired Touya.

His laugh.

Her heart breaks as she looks at him smiling and laughing as he used to. He's so handsome smiling like this. She feels a warmth building in her chest at the sight of him, and who cares if she's disassociating or coping if it means seeing Touya like this.

"Asami?" the voice calls out as if it were the loudest noise in the deafening mall. Her heart drops in the pits of her stomach and Asami watches as Dabi's face drops into the most sinister look.

She lifts herself from her seat and steps forward while Dabi quickly grabs her forearm, pulling her in front of him and slugging himself behind her to hide. His back is against hers and Asami looks up at the voice that called out her name, but she already knows who it is, recognizing that voice anywhere.

She turns to the source, eyes meeting and there is no denying the image before her as they look onto one another.

"Fuyumi."

A/N: Another Cliffhanger because I am evil! What do you think is going to happen now that she's been reunited with Fuyumi?!

Also important question: If I somehow convince myself to buy an IPad and start drawing comic panels of this story, how many of you would be interested in seeing that? Note: I am not by any means an artist, and focus more on story telling. But I've been wanting to be more creative recently and I borrowed a friends Ipad and created a sketch of how I imagine Asami to look, as well as mapped out the first chapter in a 5 panel comic. I want to see if anyone is interested in seeing this before I invest in an IPad. Also! If everyone is super into the idea, there is no promise that you will see it, because I could be in way over my head and draw like shit! So wanna preface with that! lol

Anyway thank you as always for the support in this story! Your comments and engagement make my day and warm my cold dead heart!