A/N: Warning for this chapter. It's dark. Mentions of rape and attempted rape. Dabi says fuck a lot and is all around unhinged. Please proceed with caution.

Chapter 38

Present Day – Day 40

"No," her voice shakes and cracks as it vibrates against her throat when she looks onto the scarred villain. She shakes her head, wisps of hair softly swaying in her face. "No," her voice is barely above a whisper.

Dabi's heart races wildly in his chest that it's making him nauseous, and he feels like he's going to throw up.

He tries to read her. He's trying to understand what's going on in her mind as he attempts to decipher the contortion of her facial expressions.

She's fucking mortified.

"It's not—" her voice fully fails her and she simply mouths the words as she continues to shake her head.

He hates it. He hates seeing the look of absolute dread spilling from her features as she looks onto him. Her eyes lift and drop against every feature of his face, examining every minuscule detail of him to find the lie in his words, but instead she finds none and the look she returns him is painful. She looks at him with devastation tearing out of her expressions.

"Touya?" her voice somehow finds the strength to whisper once more.

He hates it. He hates hearing that wretched fucking name spilling from her lips while she looks onto him like she's fucking devastated. "Stop, stop right fucking now," Dabi warns her, hands shaking as he extends them out to her.

"Touya?" she lets out once more, only this time with a desolate whine. "It's really you?" Tears begin lifting in her eyes, obscuring her vision of the man in front of her. She blinks them away, wanting nothing more than to look onto him right now.

Her hands shakily lift in the distance between them. The pads of her soft fingers kiss his marred cheeks as her lilac pools dart back and forth around his face, taking in every inch of his scarred appearance as if she's seeing him for the first time.

He notices the subtle furrowing of her brows, the line pressing into the base of her nose, the tugging of her lips downwards as if she's disgusted with the sight that's returned to her.

"It's really you," she says now as a statement instead of a question. He can't gage the tone of her voice, but he figures she's disappointed. Why wouldn't she be?

"Stop," he warns her in a low and leveled tone, snatching her hands and gripping onto them with painful force in front of them.

She shakes her head, trying to understand but nothing makes sense with what's transpiring before her. "What happened to you?" her eyes drop to his burned arms taking in every disgusting wrinkle of his destroyed flesh.

This is everything he wanted to avoid. The panic in her face as she surveys his entire body with disgust and sorrow. This isn't how he wanted her to look at him.

"Everyone thinks you're dead, Touya!" she shrieks as her chest heaves with a sob that she tries to keep down but fails.

He looks away from her, brows pressed with pain as his jaw clenches. He keeps his grip tight on her, knowing that he's hurting her in his grasp but she's in so much shock that she can't feel a thing.

"What are you doing with the League?" she asks him, "Where have you been this whole time?" she whines and he can't bring himself to answer her when she searches his eyes for the truth. "Why are you a villain?" her eyes are bloodshot and she continues to survey his body with a growing look of disapproval on her face.

"We… we thought you were dead," she shakes her head incredulously as her eyes fixate on the ground, trying to make sense of what's unraveling before her. "We found your bones, we…we…" she heaves with a sob. "Where were you?"

He can't answer her. He can't even look at her when she's falling apart like this. She's confused, she's scared, she's sad, she's relieved, she's tearing at the seams and he just can't look at her.

"We have to tell the others," she decides with a firm nod, her eyes lifting back to his. "Fuyumi, Natsuo, your mother, Shouto. They need to know. You have to come back home… if you show them that you're still alive… I'm sure Endeavor will—"

"Don't fucking say his name!" he growls at her as the temperature of his body heats and begins singeing at her wrists.

She finally snaps out of the shock of the situation, feeling the pain he's inflicting on her and she hisses at his harsh grip on her, pulling her arms towards her but failing in her attempt as he holds strongly onto her.

"Touya, let me go," she weakly protests. "You're hurting me."

"Stop calling me that," he tells her in a leveling tone, but the feral look in his eyes paints his meaning with a more sinister intention. She watches him, surveying his every movement to see just how desolate his gaze is. She's never seen him look this terrifying.

"I…I don't understand…" she whimpers as his grip tightens on her and his face closes in on her. "Touya, he'll understand. You don't have to be a villain. They all miss you!" she begs him. "He'll forgive you. If you just go to Endeavor and explain—"

"Stop fucking saying his name!" he roars in her face, his body shaking from the sheer power of his yell.

Her neck shrinks into her shoulders and she makes herself smaller to him, eyes widened with terror.

"Why?" she cries out as her face contorts in dismay. "Please Touya, I don't understand."

He turns away from her, seething in hatred as steam begins spilling from the folds where his marred flesh meets soft skin. His quirk is burning him from the inside out as he feels the familiar internal gnawing of his flames consuming his weak body.

"You just had to go into that fucking house," he sneers at her. "You just had to see those fucking people," he shakes his head. "Giving me those fucking eyes and making me say yes to your every fucking command like I was your damn dog," he scoffs. "Did'ya see the way they were smiling and laughing? Like I was a fucking burden lifted off their shoulders. How fucking happy they look now without the family failure there."

He wants to hit her. He hates that he wants to hurt her in this moment, but the look on her face is breaking his heart. It's exactly what he expected from her when she found out about his identity. He's suddenly a sob story of the beautiful boy she once loved turned into a fucking patchwork monster.

He hears her distressful cries that pathetically leave her throat as she tries to piece together all that is unravelling before her. Dabi tries to cool himself down but he's furious with himself at how this is all falling apart. Just like everything else in his fucking life, this couldn't have just gone to plan!

Dabi turns back to her, watching as she grasps her chest in an attempt to control her breathing. She's clearly having a panic attack, and he feels helpless in this moment.

"Touya, why?" her barely-there voice rasps out.

"I'm not your fucking Touya," his voice lowers an octave and he appears so menacing in this moment. "You want me to sit here and cry to you about how happy I am to be reunited with you? I don't have tear ducts anymore, I burned them off long ago!" he snaps at her.

"I'm not your knight in shining armor," he informs her as he watches her sniffle. "I'm not your savior, and I'm not that blushing pining fucking boy from your childhood. I'm a villain. I kill people because I fucking want to, and I fucking enjoy it. So don't forget who I am," he tells her in an increasingly sinister tone.

She begins to take staggered steps away from him as her legs start to give in under the weight of her body. She eventually loses the resolve to keep herself standing upright and she crumbles to the edge of the bed. She sits there for a moment, lost in her thoughts as she stares at the ground. Dabi watches her carefully, wishing desperately that he knew what was going on in her head.

Asami doesn't know what to think. She had suspected—is that even the right word? Suddenly it all makes sense; the white hairs, the mannerisms, the familiarity, the smell… his laugh…

She looks up at him, watching as he paces the room while his hand combs nervously through his hair. He's agitated as he panics at what to do next with this information being divulged.

Asami feels the shock slowly washing over her, as it's replaced with anger. "You knew," she shakes her head. "You knew it was me this whole fucking time?" she snaps at him as her eyes dart up to look at him. "You knew this whole fucking time and you didn't tell me!" she yells at him now. "You stood there, playing me like a fucking fool, fucking me like a sex toy, and that whole time you knew it was me and never said anything!"

She's so angry with him. How could he do this to her? How could he leave her and let her think that he was dead when he wasn't? How could he fuck her and smile at her like nothing was wrong when she was dying inside with the idea that she was the reason he was gone?

"This was never about Hawks," she shakes her head as she accuses him. "You kidnapped me to fuck with my head and make me feel like I was losing my mind seeing a ghost… and for what? To punish me?" she yells at him.

"I didn't know," he snaps at her. "I didn't know when I took you."

"Then when?" she yells.

He turns away from her as the panic of that day comes flooding back to him. "When you sent out that slander story. When I had the panic attack," his voice falters at the last part.

Asami blinks at the back of his head. "So, you knew… when you influenced me into fucking you! You knew who I was and you continued without telling me. You fucking manipulated me into thinking it was real when—"

"It was fucking real!" his voice booms over hers.

"You lied to me! You let me believe that you were someone else! You let me continue to beat myself up over what happened to you, when you were standing there before me making me look like an idiot!"

"What does it matter?" he snaps at her. "You fucked me, why does it matter who I was to you?"

"Because I fucking loved you, Touya!" her voice carries in the room and he widens his eyes at her. "I fucking loved you and it killed me every day to know that my words were the last thing you heard, only to find out you've been alive and fucking me this whole time!"

"I'm not your Touya," he returns once more in a leveled tone. "Get the idea of that pining little fucking kid out of your head. I'm not him," his voice lowers.

"Fuck you, Touya," she seethes with disgust lacing her tone. "You let us all think that you were dead. We cared about you! We loved you and you—"

"You think I give a fuck about your love?" he roars at her. "You wanna know what that word means to me?"

In an instant he snatches her throat with his hot hand. He tightens his fingers around her throat and heats his palm with his quirk. Her eyes widen as wild fear engulfs her gaze. He throws her head down to the bed, forcing her to lay on her back as he crawls atop her. She struggles in his grip, but he has too tight of a hold on her and her movements are useless against his body.

He leans down in her space, pressing his searing mismatched lips to her ear and assaulting her senses with him. "Love?" Dabi scoffs as he slams her head into the mattress. "I loved that man once. I fucking adored him. I wanted to be just like him," he shakes his head as he thinks of his father. "But he showed what love really meant."

"He beat me every fucking day of my life," he says eyes wide and wild with hate as he stares down at her. "He pushed my body past its breaking point and until I retched. And when I did throw up from his beatings, he would just hit me even harder for being weak. I cried every fucking night!" he shakes his head. "But it didn't matter. It was what he made me believe went into being a hero, and I wanted that. I wanted to be a hero because I wanted to be something to him. I wanted him to look at me and be proud." Dabi shakes his head incredulously at his foolish childhood mind.

"So, when he found out that my body couldn't withstand my Quirk, suddenly he stopped. And all those beatings, all those nights crying and building myself back up again were for nothing," his voice shakes in his throat as he thinks back at the memory, remembering himself chasing after his father and begging him to notice him again. "He instilled in me that I had to be a hero to be worth something. That I was nothing if I wasn't a hero. And then, suddenly, despite how much I tried and everything that I wanted, I was nothing to him."

Asami's brows tangle together at his retelling of his father, and Dabi can't stand the look of pity on her face. He releases a growl from the depths of his throat as he lifts himself off of her. He releases her throat and his hands are quickly on her thighs. They lift up her milky legs to land on her hips. He quickly snatches her hipbones and in a single movement, he flips her to lay on her stomach, and presses her face into the mattress so he doesn't have to see that sad fucking look on her face.

"—ouya!" she attempts to cry out but her voice is muffled by the mattress.

He looks down, seeing her skirt lift up to expose her ass cheeks. He clenches his jaw at the sight as he's reminded of the vile memory he repressed for so long.

"When he deemed me insufficient," Dabi begins with a tightening throat as the memory penetrates his skull like a nightmare that won't go away. "He went to my mother to breed him another experiment," he closes his eyes and the memory is as clear as day. "It was the middle of the night and I couldn't sleep. I tried talking to Natsuo, but he was already out."

Asami stops fighting under him as Dabi falls completely into the dark reverie. "I decided to get some water and go outside for some fresh air—figuring it would be good for me." He swallows hard, "I remember hearing a commotion down the hall and I thought someone was breaking into the home. I thought," Dabi chuckles at how foolish he was back then, "now's my chance to show my old man just how much of a hero I can be. I'd take down the thief and there'd be no way he'd deny training me."

Dabi is fully lost in the memories of that night as he relives it once more. "I turned the corner and there I saw it. My father, towering over my cowering mother as he grabbed her. She went limp in his hold and she looked like a doll," his brows press together as the image of her useless body falling lifeless at his touch hits him. "She didn't fight him. She didn't scream, she didn't kick or punch. She didn't even tell him she didn't want it. She just… froze."

Asami's body shudders under Dabi, but he doesn't notice as his eyes glaze over and he's completely succumbed to his memories. "He threw her on the bed, and she fell like a rag… lifeless… useless…"

Dabi's grip on Asami loosens and she turns her head, looking up at him to be struck by the sight of him completely gone from the room they're in. She wants to move and try to get from under him, but his body is scorching hot and she's afraid that if she moves too fast, he will come to and make a fatal move against her. So she has no choice but to listen.

"He lifted his large body on top of hers, pinning her down like I have you," he presses his body flush against hers and she notices that he's not hard at all. This isn't sexual for him, and she's not sure what this is for him. It's not possessive, so why is he doing this to her?

"That's when her eyes met mine." Asami's body goes rigid as goosebumps cover her body at the image. "And that's when she started to scream."

"Enji no! You can't!" "Enji please!" "Don't do this to him!" "It will destroy him!" "Enji, please stop!" Dabi doesn't cry out the words that his mother did back then, but Asami can gather what was said that night.

"I couldn't look away. I was stuck," Dabi shamefully admits and Asami's eyes water at the retelling. She thinks about Touya young and confused as he watched his father rape his mother before his very eyes. She never knew what he was going through because he hid it behind an arrogant shield.

"I didn't do anything," he confesses, fully stiff as he sits atop her. "I just sat there and watched, while she looked at me with tears streaming down her cheeks."

"Touya! Touya go back to bed!" "Please Touya, please go back to bed!" "I'll be right there, sweetie, just go back to bed!"

"That's when he finally noticed me." Asami exhales as tears fall down her face.

"He got off of her, shoved himself back into his pants and approached the door. Fuck," Dabi exhales with a shaking of his head. "I thought he was going to kill me. He looked so angry." Dabi closes his eyes, "but he didn't. He just grabbed the door, looked down on me like I was nothing, and said 'go back to sleep'." He opens his eyes, "He slammed the door shut, and after another round of struggling, my mother finally stopped making noises."

He finally looks down at Asami, seeing the saddened look in her eyes. "And then his masterpiece little Shouto was born nine months later," he speaks with a distaste in his mouth as if he ate something vile.

"Touya," her weak voice shakes in her throat as she looks back at him.

"Dad showed me what love really was when he refused to look at me after that boy's Quirk developed. How much he loved me when he left me waiting for him on Sekoto Peak day after day," he continues as though he is trapped in a loop of memories he cannot escape from.

"But I didn't just learn love from him," he says in a monotoned voice. "No, I learned what love was from Natsu too. When my concerns weren't enough for him. When he ignored me and my cries for help because I had become a burden to him. Because I was too exhausting to listen to. I tried to talk to him about Dad, and how it was destroying me that he didn't give me the time of day anymore, and he pawned me off and told me to talk to Fuyumi."

"But Fuyumi was equally to blame," he continues, "Brushing everything under the rug and pretending we were the perfect family. She was lost in her delusion that everything was okay, and nothing was falling apart around her. She was so trapped in her fantasy that she never even noticed how much pain I was in."

"Or my mother? A mother's love is unconditional they tell you. Not mine!" his voice rises. "Because that fucking woman acted like nothing happened that night when I watched my father overpower her. She pretended as though all was fine, and never even once addressed what I saw happen to her. And when that fucking child was born, she looked at me like I was a monster when I turned my flames to his precious masterpiece," he shakes his head. "I was a child! I was crying out for help—attention! And how did she respond? She sheltered father's favorite, and closed the doors on the rest of us!" He begins to grow angry as he's pulled from his trance and becoming increasingly aware of what is happening around him in the now.

He begins laughing. "They used to watch TV together, viewing clips of All Might and talking about what it means to be a true hero," he shakes his head at the memory of the two of them on the couch. "She never held me like that. Never sheltered me from his abuse!"

"But fuck 'em right?" he continues relentlessly with a widening smile on his face. "They were all shitty people, maybe that's just something passed on from dear ol' dad? So, I looked for love elsewhere—outside of that fucked up family."

His hands land on each globe of her ass as he digs his fingers painfully into her flesh. Asami shakes her head, burying it into the mattress as hot tears stain her face.

"Who can forget the love that my purple-haired childhood sweetheart gave me?" he begins with a disdain lacing his tongue. "At my worst, when I had nothing… when I was nothing… you saw me as something. I was enough for you. And that meant everything to me!" his voice shakes in his throat. "The only fucking person in that household who saw me and thought I was enough… until I wasn't."

"Touya," she sobs into the mattress as her back shakes with each cry.

"And here you claim you loved me? Because if that was the case, then you really showed me how much you loved me when you said your final words to me. The words that I carried with me each day."

She begins fully sobbing now as she trembles underneath him; the day is fresh in both their minds. " 'Screw you, Touya. Train all you want, you'll never be a hero in my eyes'."

He snaps his hips into hers with a painful force and she can feel that he's still not hard.

"But what the fuck did I expect?" his voice booms as he laughs with a manic smile plastered on his face. "That I could be someone's hero? That for once I was fucking enough for someone?" Dabi's voice cracks as if he were going to cry, but his tear ducts were long gone. "I guess you were right that day," he releases a labored breath that rips at his throat. "Being a hero was never meant for me, and now you're just a fading fucking reminder of what I'll never have."

"So let me show you how much I love you," his voice turns dark as he unzips his pants. Asami's heart races wildly in her chest as she prepares herself for this. Unsure of how to even prepare herself for this. "I'll show you just how we Todoroki love our women."

He presses himself against her now—flesh on flesh—and she can feel that he's definitely not hard. He growls with frustration as he pushes his flaccid cock against the soft skin on her ass. He pulls away from her as he begins relentlessly pumping himself in an attempt to get hard but he can't.

Asami glances back at him as much as she can without showing him her face. She can see the frustration in his features and he looks nothing like himself. But she's not afraid of him, and she does not pity him. She finally understands why he is doing this all, and it's because he wants to regain control.

He's never felt in control of his life because of his father, and his siblings, and his mother, but also because of her. She always tried to have the upper hand with him, both when they were children—when she'd pit his brother and sister against him in their silly games, but also when he was Dabi to her and she fought him. She never once took a step back and allowed him to have control. She never once took a step back and said what needed to be said. She was always too prideful to have the upper hand with him, and too conceited to see that what he really needed from her all this time, was to take a step away and allow him a moment to be in control of a situation for once in his life.

"I didn't mean it," her voice is barely a whisper as she finds the strength to look back at him. His eyes pull from his task and land onto hers. "I didn't mean it," she repeats. She shakes her head as she lifts herself to her elbows. She turns her body to him, and pulls her hand to his hard face. She brushes her thumb against his cheek.

"I'm sorry," she says, swallowing her pride and saying no truer words to him. She says what needs to be said to him. She throws down her barriers and allows herself to be vulnerable in front of him. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that."

She lifts herself from under him and he allows her to pull her legs up. She turns to him, shuffling on her knees as she approaches him. She places her hands back on his face as she takes hold of him and searches his eyes. "You're not him, Touya," she tells him with so much conviction in her tone. "Because you're better than him. You were always better than him, and I'm so sorry I never told you that."

His eyes glisten at her words and she inhales deeply. "You were always my hero, Touya. Always. Every day I looked at you and I was in awe of you." She swallows hard, "You're not him," she reassures him because she knows he's not capable of overpowering her like this as his father once did to his mother.

Dabi watches her, surveying every inch of her face to see the duplicitous lie in her features but none are there. Is she honestly telling him the truth or is this her way of gaining control over him once more?

"I've killed dozens of people," he tells her harshly. "Your precious hero has killed so many people that I don't even bat an eye when I do it."

"I don't care," she lowers her head in shame at her truly sickening words. Those were people who had lives and families and she doesn't care because all that matters to her is that Touya is still alive. "All I've ever wanted was you, and I don't care if you don't act like a hero. You don't need the license or the costume or the theatrics. You're my hero, Touya and you always will be."

"You're so quick to write it off because you know it's me? I'm not that boy anymore. I'm a murderer, an arsonist, a kidnapper, the rap sheet goes on and on. And you're just going to turn a blind eye to it all because I'm suddenly your precious Touya once more?" he scoffs at her.

She shakes her head, "There's more to you than all of that. You're not as villainous as you'd like to perceive. I know you care about the League, and you risk your life to protect them." He rolls his eyes at her but she continues, "Don't act like you didn't notice me falling for you. I know you're willing to overlook the rest and their love for you, but don't pretend you didn't see me getting closer with you. Dabi," she says making a point to use his villain name. "I love you too."

Before he can infuriatingly question her even further, she closes the gap between them, crashing her lips against his as they tangle together in a passionate embrace. Her hands claw at his chest as she pulls the collar of his shirt into her space and she drives a desperate kiss.

His arms snake around her waist as he pulls her into the tightest hug that she's worried he'll break her in two, but she doesn't dare push him away because she doesn't want to risk losing him again.

She doesn't care that this is wrong and that Touya killed so many people, because she's seen plenty of harmful actions caused by the heroes covered up by their PR teams. She knows his actions of killing is incomparable to the less desirable actions of heroes, but she still doesn't care.

She pulls away from his kiss, taking his eyes into hers and looking at him in with a passionate gaze that hurts to see him like this. "I love you, Touya or Dabi or whoever you want to be, I don't care," she shakes her head. "I love you," she tells him sternly. "And I know love means something different for you, but love to me means that I will do anything for you because you are everything to me. You mean everything to me."

He watches her with strong eyes and she lifts her hand back to his face when a single drop of blood begins trickling from his scarred tissue. "See," she says wiping up the trace of blood, "You can cry."

Dabi wakes up in the middle of the night, feeling the uncomfortable tugging of his taut skin against the sheets of the bed. He opens his eyes, turning in the bed to be greeted by an empty bed. He frowns, pressing his hand to the mattress to feel the sheets are cold. He's in her room, so he isn't sure where she'd run off to.

He lifts himself from the mattress, cracking his neck when he notices the door to the balcony open, and a light breeze blowing in. At first, his heart skips a few beats, contemplating the idea of her jumping—from here she wouldn't survive the fall. But his heart is left at ease when he notices the dark silhouette of her body leaning against the railing.

He pulls the covers off of his body and tugs on his shirt, grabbing his overcoat lazily in his hand as he heads to the balcony. She jumps when he places the overcoat over her shoulders, only to quickly loosen up when she notices it's only him.

"How long have you been out here?" he asks her with a rougher than normal tone.

She shrugs, "not long," she lies since the cold bed says otherwise. "I couldn't sleep," she informs him.

He digs in the overcoat that's draped on her and pulls out his carton of cigarettes. He offers her one and she wordlessly refuses. He places the stick to his mismatched lips and lights it with his Quirk while she continues to stare off into the dark wilderness.

He stands there next to her, leaning against the railing and mirroring her stance. "When you managed to survive the fire," she begins with a meek tone, "Did you ever consider returning to us?"

Dabi exhales a heavy drag of smoke and allows himself a moment to think. "No," he tells her candidly.

"Did it ever occurred to you how much we were hurting at the idea what you were dead?" she tries and fails to say without the disdain in her voice.

"Did it ever occur to you that if I did survive, I wouldn't want to be around the people who made it clear they didn't want me around?"

"That's not true."

"Oh, it was clear as day."

"Everyone has a piece of shit father and an absentee mother; you just deal with it and move on," she says with a wrinkle of contempt in her nose.

"And I did. Without any of you." His words are harsh and she flinches at how painful they are to hear.

"That easily, huh?"

He exhales, seeing how sad the information is for her to hear. "The loneliness was crippling sometimes," he admits. "I decided to forget all the good memories I had to cope. It made it easier to live alone if I reminded myself how much I hated them all." Asami turns to him, unsure how this is supposed to make her feel better, or if it even is. "All my memories of you were the first to lose; that eventually you became a faded memory, then a distant dream, then a nonexistent fantasy." He looks at her now, trying desperately to voice that if he allowed himself to remember her, he'd have no resolve in staying away from her, but he keeps his lips shut and turns away from her to take another hit of his cigarette.

"I guess it doesn't really matter anymore," she says turning her head back to the scenery.

"Yeah," Dabi sighs.

She shivers next to him as a cold breeze blows between them. She clutches onto his overcoat for warmth, but he turns to her, stepping behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. He pulls her into an embrace and presses her against his warm body. She can't help but find herself relaxing at the intimate gesture as his arms still bring her reprieve even after everything.

She nestles her head against his shoulder as she continues to look out to the horizon illuminated by the moonlight. He burrows his face in the crook of her neck and there's something so affectionate and domestic about the scene that she doesn't want to leave.

"Are you going to kill them?" she's shocked she has the strength to even ask the question, but she doesn't have the strength to look onto his face and read his features.

He exhales at her question, his hot breath fanning her ear. "For years I skulked in the shadows, having no real purpose in my life. I didn't know what I wanted to do with him. I wanted him to pay, but who would care? Endeavor is a flaming asshole, no one would be surprised or give a shit he beat his family when it came to how many resolves he did in the end. But then, one day, he took down the Hero Killer: Stain, and I just couldn't watch that smug fucking look on his face any longer while he basked in the glory."

Asami thinks about all the narratives that painted Endeavor in a positive light after that take down, with all of them being written and peddled by her.

"It ignited something in me that day. That I had to do something to ruin him. But still no one would care if I was a nobody, so I had to become something to Endeavor. I had to become the detestable villain with so many crimes and lives under my belt that he couldn't ignore me anymore." He smiles, proud of himself for everything he's accomplished.

He brushes her purple strands over her shoulder and buries his lips against her bare neck. "But when he became Number One, the plan got muddy; he finally got everything he wanted. He finally reached that peak he'd been climbing towards for decades, so how could I destroy him when he finally achieved what he'd been pushing towards? If I'm alive and a villain, what does that matter to him when he's finally Number One—that won't ruin him."

Asami thinks about the scenario. Touya outing himself as a villain wouldn't destroy Endeavor, it would bring back his hope. His son would be alive, regardless if he's a villain or not.

"So how do we ruin Endeavor and crush him into the ground as he once did to me?" he asks her as his hot kisses begin sweltering her skin. There's something oddly passionate about his actions. Though it's clearly possessive, he's still holding and kissing her as a lover and not his captive and she can't deny the desire building inside of her in spite of that.

"Killing him would be anti-climactic, but then it hit me. The perfect move against Endeavor to destroy his ego." He trails his knuckle down her neck and she turns to look at him, seeing his eyes lighting up in the soft moonlight as the fire of his Quirk maliciously dances behind his irises.

His hand slowly makes its way down her collarbone, past her sleep shirt, and down her navel. He halts his movements when he reaches the heat between her legs as he pries at it with the pad of his middle finger. Asami stiffens at this move, as he continues to place soft circular motions on her clothed clit.

"How fucking poetic would it be to have his failed experiment rise from the dead, and burn his precious little masterpiece before his very eyes?" he smiles with a sinister grin that sends a chill down Asami's spine as his intentions become clear to her.

"Touya," she goes rigid in his hold. "He's just a kid…"

"You reap what you sow, and Endeavor planted those seeds in me long ago," he returns with disdain.

"But how is it Shouto's fault? Why does he have to die?" She asks him, feeling vile in his hold as she gets wet by his touch while he speaks of killing his youngest brother.

"He's had everything handed to him. He's lived the life I was to live; smiling and learning new moves at that sad excuse of a hero school," he scoffs and she feels his hardening shaft pressing against her ass. "Killing Endeavor is too good for him; it's too quick of an end for that bastard. I want break him down to the weak and powerless man that he is." He begins grinding against her ass as she grits her teeth at his sinister words.

"But killing his protégé… killing the only one real thing he was truly prideful of… that will destroy him," he smiles wildly as he pushes her panties to the side and inserts his digit into her warm cavern. "Little Shouto will die by my flames, and dear ol' dad will get to watch as his failure of a son destroys his legacy. All before he joins that pile of ash," he promises her with an arousal building in his throat.

"You can't…" she whines, clenching against his digit in an attempt to push him out, but he just begins pumping inside her. "How could you want to do something like that to him? Shouto suffered just as much—"

"Don't fucking compare me to him!" he snaps at her, heating his body to an uncomfortable temperature that makes her fear he will burn her from the inside out. He's no longer pumping his finger as he continues with gritted teeth, "My Quirk eats away at my body every second of the fucking day! And him? He gets to go on summer trips with friends and trot along with daddy dearest on little adventures like I never fucking existed!"

"They still hurt, Touya," she tells him, clutching onto the railing in front of her. "Everyone is still hurting for you, even after all these years."

"Yeah, you're all real broken up about it, laughing at that dinner table at my expense," he growls as he flicks the butt of the cigarette over the edge of the balcony, not mindful at all of the fire it could cause.

He begins pumping inside her once more, and she sighs exhaustedly at this continuous loop they find themselves in. "Then why don't you just get it over with?" she asks him with morbid curiosity. "You had him there in that household; you could've easily gone in and killed him."

His body stiffens once more and he pulls his finger out of her altogether. She takes a moment of standing there before she finally finds the nerve to turn her head over her shoulder and look at him.

Asami is taken aback by the strain in his eyes as they revert from hers. He clenches his jaw as he looks away from her and onto the scenery. "I couldn't. I tried… but I..."

"Why not?" she presses, hearing his confession echoing in her head.

Dabi swallows, unwilling to drop his guard once more and admit that he fucking loves her to the point where he feels as though he is drowning without her.

"Because you make me want to be a better man when I'm around you," he settles with. "So, if I want to kill that flaming pile of shit and his masterpiece… I need to kill you first."

Asami's throat tightens at his declaration, and she can see there's nothing but truth in it. "Are you… going to kill me then?" her voice is soft and meek, sounding nothing like her.

He looks into her eyes, seeing them glistening in the soft moonlight. He doesn't want her to die. He wants to live a life with her. A life without Endeavor or Shouto to fucking ruin everything like they do.

He could run away with her; leave the League and this life of misery for a quiet and peaceful existence with her. Would she even want that kind of life?

He places his hand lovingly on her cheek, brushing the bone with his calloused thumb. "I haven't decided yet," he returns and she doesn't know how to respond with that.

Asami doesn't have much time to linger on the idea because Dabi's fingers are back on her panties. His free hand grips her arm and pulls her closer to him. She can feel his bulge against her thigh and before she can look down at it, he snatches her face and pulls her into a greedy kiss. His lips move wildly against hers, prying open her mouth and pillaging her space with his tongue. Asami can't help but respond with a useless whine.

He quickly snatches her, lifting her up like she was weightless in his arms, and she wraps her legs around his waist. He quickly walks her to the outer wall of the balcony next to the doorway and slams her shoulder blades against the rough exterior wall. She lets out a weak grunt but any noise she makes is muffled by his mouth.

He grinds his clothed cock against her, and she gives in, figuring fighting him isn't worth the effort, nor is it what she wants. Her hands trail down his chest and to the hem of his black boxers. She dives her hand beyond the hem and tugs on his cock, pulling it out of its confinement.

Dabi actually has the thoughtfulness to not tear Asami's panties this time, and simply pushes them off to the side as he quickly and impatiently plunges his cock inside her wet slit. Asami moans against his mouth, reveling in the feeling of him stretching her out.

His thrusts are relentless, and he's in a frenzy as he makes quick work of her. She's cuming around his cock in less than a dozen thrusts while he continues to pursue his high.

She pulls away from his plundering kiss and his lips greedily find her neck. She finally releases the building cry that he suppressed with his lips, and there's something primal about being fucked outside with the cold crisp air kissing her skin.

"Fuck, you're so wet. You like being fucked like this?" he asks her between sweltering kisses as he continues to pound her into the wall.

She looks at him as his eyes meet hers. There is a powerful spark of electricity that snaps between them as his magnetic gaze pulls her in. She no longer disillusions herself to see a white-haired Touya fucking her because this is Touya. Black hair, scars, staples and all. This is Touya. He's alive an there is nothing else she needs.

"Yeah, Touya, fuck me hard!" she returns and Dabi ignites with a wild fervor as he abuses her slit with desolate thrusts. Something about her crying his name ignites a hunger in him that he needs to chase until he's satiated.

"Yeah, say it again!" he commands her, latching onto her neck.

"Ah, fuck me, Touya!"

"Again!"

"Touya!" she begins finding her peak as her pussy clenches against him.

"That's fucking right, Touya," he praises her. "You will have no one else but me, yeah?" he shoves himself into her. "No one else fucks this pussy but me!"

"Ah!" she shuts her eyes tightly as her toes curl around his waist.

"Say it!" he demands of her. "You won't fuck anyone else. You're mine!" he possessively declares. "You ever see that flying fucking hero, you'll turn your gaze!" She opens her eyes to look onto his fierce look, seeing no jest in his tone. "Say it, Butterfly!" he demands. "You see him again, you choose me!"

Her throat tightens as they both reach the summit of their climax. She can't think straight as she drowns in the euphoric feeling that he's filling her with. She can't think about Hawks or the gravity of what Dabi is asking of her. All she can think about is the amazing sensation he is tearing out of her, and without another thought she cries, "I'm yours!" as she cums all over him, throwing her head back with a scream that tears from her throat. "I choose you, Touya!"

Her words and the clenching of her second orgasm hits him like a wall, that he barely remembers to pull out of her. He pushes her legs off of his waist and her feet land harshly on the ground. His head sets on her shoulder as he looks down at his cock, releasing his load on her outer lips and on the ground between their feet.

His breath is staggered and he can't seem to get a hold of his breathing. They stand there for a moment, both shaking from the intense orgasms they both gifted one another, never once feeling something so intense before in their lives.

Dabi can't kill her. Not when she makes him feel this fucking elated. But no matter how much he tries; he can't bring himself to kill Endeavor and his Masterpiece because she makes him want a better life. So what the fuck am I supposed to do?

A/N: Originally in this chapter Dabi was supposed to move forward with the assault and he and Asami would have a strain in their relationship. This was also originally supposed to be their first sexual encounter together, but I scrapped that, wanting them to be sexually active earlier, and with that change and how soft Dabi was towards her, the idea of him assaulting her like this was so out of character for my head cannon IMO. I wanted to show just how much the idea of him losing control was affecting him, but in the end, he is not like his father, and he couldn't go through with it because he loves Asami too much to hurt her like that. So hope you guys like this change. I am still going to keep the warnings up, just based on the retelling part.

Anyway, long winded comment out of the way, I will be on vacation to escape from everything for a while, so there will not be a chapter next Tuesday :( But I will try to get one to you all before the 10 day mark!

Thank you as always for your support, comments, theories, etc. I love it all and you all keep me writing and sharing this story!