A/N: Sorry for the delay on this one! April was a busy month for me, and I really wanted more chapters out! I wanted to get this chapter out to you guys because today is my birthday! and I wanted to gift you all with something nice! I wanted to post two chapters today, but my brain did not want to cooperate, so hopefully the next chapter will be out soon since it's about halfway completed.
This chapter is meh TBH. It's a lot of snips and time jumps to get the story moving along, but I promise the next few chapters I have planned are going to get wild!
Chapter 45
Present Day – Day 55
There is something so woefully wrong about this. She doesn't know how she got here, or how he managed to talk her into this. What is she thinking? They could get caught! She's in deep shit if they get caught and yet here she is enjoying every moment of it. Maybe it was the promise of getting back at that Deterant bastard, or maybe it was the carnal desire to feel him again, but whatever the reason, she's somehow here, bouncing on Dabi's cock while he sits down and enjoys the view from Re-Destro's chair.
She isn't quite sure how Dabi managed to get the keys to the executive's office, nor is she really sure where in the compound he is, but when Dabi grabbed her wrist and skirted her into his lavish office, she didn't protest as much as she ought to have.
Dabi quickly seated himself on the oversized chair that acts more as a throne to a king rather than an office chair. She doesn't understand why the Deterant CEO would have such a chair when he doesn't have legs and gets around in an oversized wheel chair. He seems to have an inferiority complex and he's compensating.
Regardless, Dabi plopped himself on the executive's throne and tugged his jeans off his hips. After which he looked at her expectantly as he pumped himself hard. She got on her knees and sucked him until he could resist her any longer, he lifted her up, tugged her leggings down her thighs and seated her on his lap reversed from him.
He now digs his blunt fingernails into her hips, bouncing her up and down his cock as he watches himself sheath inside her. She desperately tries to keep in her moans with a hand clutched onto her lips.
Dabi tsks at her hand gripping onto her mouth and he snatches it and pries it behind her back.
"Don't be shy, Butterfly. I wanna hear you make some noise," his voice commands her in a low baritone as he continues to thrust into her.
She groans at the feeling of him as she continues to bounce onto his lap. She holds onto his knees for support as she arches her back into him. He tilts his head to the side, watching with brightly lit deviance at the sight of him sliding into her.
"Damn, Butterfly, you must be a magician," his excited voice calls out and she glances back at him.
"Huh?" she lazily turns her head back to glance at him, watching the bright excitement burning in his eyes.
He looks up at her with a lopsided smile on his face as he says, "You're makin' my cock disappear," he chuckles at his dumb joke and she rolls her eyes as she turns her head back to look forward. He does catch the smile on her face at his stupid attempt of a joke as she continues to bounce off his lap.
"Make some noise for me, I wanna hear you scream."
"Someone will hear us!" she snaps at him, clutching onto his knees for support.
"Doesn't stop you any other time," he snidely responds. "Fuck you're sexy like this," he groans as she grinds her sex against him.
She throws her hair back over her shoulder and that's when a rabid need to overtake her takes control of Dabi.
He lifts himself off of the throne of a chair and slams her upper body against the desk as he continues to pummel into her. She releases a shocked intake of air as he leans over her body and lifts her shirt up to her neck to expose her breasts. He buries his nose in the crook of her neck as he hugs her closely to him.
His fingers entangle around her throat in a chokehold as he softly applies pressure. Her moan cracks in her throat and he smiles against her soft skin. His nostrils are invaded with her floral scent and he can't control himself any longer.
He pushes her down against the table and begins to pummel into her with a relentless abandonment. The wooden desk screeches underneath them as her sweaty breasts are smashed against the table he's pressed against her.
Her cheek rubs against the desk while her hands try to stabilize herself by clutching onto the edge of the table. Her calves are burning as she's forced on the tips of her toes with his relentless thrusting. He feels amazing as he continues to push and pull from her, dragging against her folds.
He snatches the purple strands of her hair, tugging on them and pulling her up off of the desk until her back arches to an uncomfortable angle.
He buries his lips into the lobe of her ear as he growls, "I said make some noise."
Her lower lips flutter in response to his abuse on her and she releases a chocked cry of pleasure. It's not very loud, but it's enough to satisfy him as he slams her back onto the desk and pounds deeper inside of her.
The curve of his cock quickly finds her g-spot in this position and she arches into him, aching to get him to abuse that spot. He takes her lead and begins pumping into her with wild thrusts. She moans with each hit as her voice gains traction. Each pump receiving a breathy moan in return.
He hits her in an especially delicious spot and she snaps, shaking and cuming all over him as her pussy sucks him in.
He shoots his head back at the sensation and begins his wild pushing into her as he chases his own high. She bites down on her lower lip as she becomes overstimulated by him. Her hands grip onto the table tightly as she waits for him to cum. He tugs on her hair once more, a slew of curse words, compliments of her hair and pussy, and overall overstimulated groans before he empties his hot cum inside her cavern. She shudders when he empties inside of her at the hot feeling of his seaman, still never getting used to its heat.
"Fuck," Dabi exhales as he revels in the feeling of her tightening around him.
Their breathing is labored and heavy as he leans down and gives her a soft kiss between her shoulder blades. She moans at his gentle touch as he slowly detaches from her.
His hands remain on her cheeks for a moment and she can feel that he's unmoving. She glances back at him with a quizzical look in her eyes when she sees he's looking down at his dick.
"There's blood," he states with no inflection in his voice and she looks down at his dick to see blood mixed with their cum.
"Sorry," she releases with an embarrassed tone of voice. "I must've started my period. I thought I had a few more days."
"Don't apologize," his voice is neutral as he places a soft kiss on her lips. "Do you have everything you need?"
"Yeah, I should," she tells him as he grabs a tissue from Re-Destro's desk and cleans off his dick.
She watches as he cleans himself while she pulls up her leggings. She thinks about Hawks and the information that she promised him. "Well actually…" she begins softly as his eyes lift back to hers. Her heart is racing and she tries desperately not to come off too obvious. "My pack is almost up and I need to get another one. I know it's hard for us to leave the compound to gather supplies, so I was thinking of other ways to get the pills."
Dabi stops cleaning himself, discarding the tissue on the man's desk with a satisfied smile on his face while she wrinkles her nose at him.
She turns her attention back to him and continues. "I remember when we were warped from Deika that we were taken to a hospital," her lips are dry as she speaks. "And you mentioned an Ujiko? Is that some doctor for the League? Maybe he might be able to get me the pills?"
Dabi's brows lift up in thought as he considers her words. "You know what, that might not be a bad idea," he mulls over the thought. She exhales, not realizing she was holding in her breath while he digs in his pocket and fishes out his cell phone.
He idly punches in the number and places the phone to his ear as she watches him eagerly. He turns from her to pace the room while she takes the moment to grab the napkin of their fluids from Re-Destro's desk and discard it in the trash. She looks at the desk to see a clear sweaty print of her breasts and stomach on the desk and she mentally tells herself that she will need to clean that up before leaving the office.
The line rings a few times before there is an answer. "Hey, it's me," Dabi's rough voice states. "I got a favor to ask." There is a clear sound on the other line, but Asami cannot distinguish a single word. "My girl needs some pills. Ya mind warping us over to pick 'em up?" there is another moment of conversation happening on the other line but Asami cannot make out a word they are saying, though she can see the clear dissatisfaction pulling at Dabi's staples. "I don't really give a shit what's going on with your little monster's throat, just warp us over." Another round of silence. "Do you realize how far Jaku is from here? I ain't gonna drive all the way out there cuz you can't make a sufficient little gremlin to warp me over."
Asami's heart races at the news. Jaku. Jaku. Jaku. She commits the word to her memory. Jaku Hospital. That is where the Nomu and Ujiko are located. Now she has to find a way to relay that information to Hawks without anyone's notice.
"You and Crusty have been locked away for days on end with no results. Now, I'm not one to say I was a better candidate, but how bout you cut me some slack and send me over there so I can get some pills?"
Asami watches him carefully, mulling over the meaning of his words. She knows he calls Shigaraki 'Crusty' and she knows that the leader of the League has been MIA for some time. She didn't think to ask the others where he's been since he's no stranger to locking himself in his room anyway, but now she questions what the doctor and creator of all these Nomu is doing with the young man, and why Dabi thinks he would have been a more suitable candidate.
"Fucking asshole," Dabi spits under his breath as the phoneline goes dead and he turns to her. He picks up on the distressed look on her face that she must have not realized had taken over her features. "Hey, don't worry, Butterfly," he coos as he brushes her upper arms. "I'll get some of the members of the League to leave the compound with you to get a refill. I unfortunately have some work with the icy cock sucker and the rest of the Violet Regiment to join you."
She swallows down the lump in her throat and puts on a fake smile so not to show him the clear panic in her facial features as she gathers information behind his back. She shakes her head and smiles up at him. "It's no problem. I'll just go with Compress or something," she assures him.
"And I won't have to wait another week, will I? Can't stand wrapping this fucker up when I wanna feel those wet walls."
She winces at his vulgar tone, and he responds with a cheeky grin, "No you won't have wait."
"Good," he smiles defiantly as he smacks her ass with a harsh hit, before curling his fingers into a tight grab. She smacks him away and he gives her another devious grin. "Get whatever you want while you're out. I might not be back for a day or two."
"Nothing serious?" she questions with a worried tone.
"Nothing I can't handle," he smirks back at her.
She nods once at him and tries not to show how outwardly inconvenienced she is with him not being around. This will delay her getting information to Hawks, and their inevitable escape. They may have four months, but that doesn't mean that Asami and Dabi cannot escape before that.
"I'll tell Twice to take care of ya while I'm gone," he says as his hand reaches up to brush her cheek. Her eyes reach his and her heart races at the loving look in his eyes. Despite how vulgar he can be, and how vile she may feel being bent over Re-Destro's desk and fucked like a whore, he still has a way of flipping the switch and showing her she's the only one in his world.
Her eyes drop from his as her hand lifts to his chest. "Just be careful," her voice weakens to a whine. "You haven't used your Quirk in a while, and…" her eyes fixate of the patchwork of his skin where damaged meets undamaged. "…You've been healing…" her voice is so soft and quiet that he barely catches her words.
Dabi glances down at his chest past the low collar of his shirt when he notices where her fingers trace. His orbs fixate on the base of his pecks where her fingers often find themselves tracing and he notices the damaged portions of his skin do not meet the staples that indicate where he had to last reposition them. It's not a substantial amount of skin, but he can see it clear as day, the soft pinkening pigmentation nearing his scars rather than the rough purple patches he's become accustomed to. He is healing. His body when calm and not ignited with the heat of his quirk has been given a moment to rest and heal.
Dabi's breath hitches in his throat at the thought of his body healing itself and him having a normal appearance. His watches as her fingers continue to trace the outline of pinkening skin as he feels a rush of blood reaching the surface of his chest. Her touch is eliciting a blush to rise in his chest and he feels his heart pounding wildly. She's noticed that he's been healing and she's been touching him more because of it. She wants him to stay away from battle because she knows he has a chance of a life without looking like some patchwork monster. Is that even possible? Is there really a life where all this can go away if he simply stops using his flames? Can he even stop using them?
No. Not until Endeavor and Shouto—
"I need to leave," he states harshly, snatching her small hand in his grip and pulling her away from his healing chest.
He doesn't like the feelings that are overtaking him. The idea of a life with her, with soft skin and no Quirk to use. His Quirk is his identity. It is his reason for being, for living, and for seeking revenge. He will not allow her to cloud his judgement on this and he will not allow the realization that he is healing change that. He needs to end this with Endeavor, then he can reassess his life from there. He knows he won't be able to kill his father and brother with her alive and morally holding him back, so he isn't really sure what the plan is after that. But he needs to stay on track. It is all he has known for the past decade; he can't change that now.
"Be safe," her voice barely carries to him as he leaves the office with shaking hands.
Once Dabi leaves the office, Asami does a quick once over the table to clean it of her sweaty imprint and heads out of the office and into the hallway.
Her chest aches from her heavily pounding heart and she knows that she needs to act quickly and get this information to Hawks.
She searches the hallways when her eyes spot a strategically placed feather in one of the cracks of the cement walls. She snatches the crimson feather between her fingers and begins heading towards the closet of their meeting point.
She approaches the closet when she hears her name being called out to her. Her body stiffens and she clutches onto the feather for dear life. She crumbles it in her grip so not to be seen and turns towards the voice with a false smile plastered on her lips.
"Himiko, Jin," she greets the two villains approaching her.
"Dabi said you needed to get some things at the mall?" Toga states with a skip in her stride.
"Ugh, yeah," Asami smiles at her, "Just some supplies. You know, for that time of the month."
"Ohmigosh! Me too! We're in sync!" she excitedly claps while bouncing up and down.
"Women are fascinating creatures," Twice states, "I don't trust anything that bleeds for seven days and doesn't die!" his other side aggressively adds.
"Does that mean you're not going to escort us to the mall?" Asami asks with a pout on her lips to overexagerate faux hurt.
"No way! I wouldn't miss it for the world!" he excitedly jumps with aggressive pointing gestures.
"We should go now!" Toga states with a skip in her stride. "I'm dying to get out of here!"
"Alright but don't run away from me this time!" Asami calls out to her while the girl grows distance between them.
Asami turns from the two and places the feather back into the crack of the wall, knowing she won't be able to speak with Hawks until the coast is clear. Her heart thumps wildly as she pushes the feather out of view. "Jaku hospital," her quiet voice speaks to the feather, knowing Hawks will be able to hear her anywhere he is. "We can talk more later," she says turning from the feather and heading down the hallway to follow her fellow League members.
Toga surprisingly keeps herself on her best behavior while they are at the mall, taking Asami's threats to heart. The trio walk together in their disguises as they make their way to various different shops. Asami heads to the pharmacy where she picks up her prescription while Twice and Toga search the aisles for snacks. Once they are finished, they make their way to a store Twice wants to go into.
Asami and Toga aimlessly flip through the various clothes while Twice tries them on in the changing room. The girls find themselves dressing the dual-personality villain, as every outfit he seems to pick for himself is an abomination to fashion. Twice doesn't seem to mind, and part of him actually enjoys the pampering the two girls indulge him in as they revamp his wardrobe.
Once they are finished with Twice, Toga decides on the next store they shop in. Asami stops in her tracks when she sees the lingerie store the young blonde skips into. "What are we doing here?" she calls out to the girl as she hesitantly enters the store.
"I wanted to get some new clothes," she sings as she sifts through the lacy outfits.
"These aren't really clothes…" Asami's voice hangs as she files through the barely there fabric.
"Well, you have some like these that you wore for Hawks and Dabi, and they seem to like it," she blinks up at the purple-haired girl.
Asami's face heats red like a tomato as she tries to look anywhere but at the blonde who watches her. "Well… yeah… but that's not for… these clothes are more—"
"Do you think Izuku will like this one?" she asks lifting up a strappy one piece set that leaves little to nothing to the imagination.
"Umm—"
"It's not your color!" Twice interjects aggressively. "Buy it and marry me!" his other side orders.
Asami playfully smacks Twice across the chest. "These outfits are a bit revealing, don't you think?" she begins with a motherly tone.
"So you don't wear these for Dabi?" she says with a saddening tone.
Asami wants to snort at her question, knowing that if she wore any if these outfits for Dabi he'd be tearing or burning them off of her before she can even twirl in it.
"Well yeah, sometimes it's nice to wear something like this for your partner, but…" she bites down on her lower lip, "You're a bit young, don't you think? You should wait to wear something like this for someone you love." Toga blinks up at her unresponsive to her critique.
"But I love Izuku," she states flatly. "And he loves me." Asami attempts to argue but Toga speaks over her. "Did you love Hawks? Or do you love Dabi?"
"Ohh! Asami and Dabi being in love!" Twice teases with a sing-song voice.
Asami shrinks into her shoulders, not intending on her overly protective nature with Toga to backfire into a critique of her own relationship. She quickly grabs the first lingerie set that she can reach and lifts it up. "I like this one. I think Izuku will love it!" she says trying to defer the conversation.
"It's okay, Asami. We all know that you love Dabi," Toga sings. "And Dabi loves you!"
"Sure does!" Twice jumps in. "The guy can't stop smiling when he talks about ya!" he beams, "He just wants you for your ass!" her vulgar side interjects.
Asami cannot stop blushing now that she's becomes the topic of their conversation. "We should get our nails done!" she frantically suggests, trying desperately to change the subject, while the two villains continue to poke fun at her. This works and Toga gladly skips out of the shop towards the nail salon.
The three of them are seating in their respective chairs after picking out what colors they want. Asami giggles over at Twice who animatedly jumps and wails at the ticklish sensation of the technician working on his calloused feet. Toga and Asami make fun of the man while he tries to refrain from jumping out of his seat.
"We should do this with the rest of the League," Toga mentions as she holds up a magazine.
Asami laughs at the image of Japan's notorious villains all lined up together getting their toes done. "You really think they would agree to that?"
"Spinner is grumpy, but we can get him to do it," Toga states. "And Compress enjoys the finer things!"
"Dabi will do anything you ask," Twice jumps in. "And Shigaraki will need it the most! Have you seen his feet?" he yells with a gagging noise to accompany his question.
"He could use a good exfoliation," Asami agrees. "Where has he been recently by the way?" she asks as casually as she can.
"He's working with the doctor to get all better," Toga informs her with a bobbing of her head as she flips through her magazine.
"What's wrong with him?" Asami asks with concern lacing her voice.
"After the battle with Fivehead, he hurt his arm pretty bad," she informs Asami.
"So the doctor is a healer?"
"No, he's using some experimental procedure," she tells her dismissively.
"Givin' him a bunch of Quirks," Twice tells her and she turns her head towards him. "Makin' him nice and strong for the next battle!" he reassures her.
Asami's heart races wildly at his comment, and she does everything in her power not to look outwardly as distressed as she feels. "He's giving him more Quirks… like…like…" her throat collapses as she tries to get through her sentence. "Like a Nomu?" She feels her blood rushing through her body, and can hear it in her ears.
"With Tomura being fixed up, there's no chance the heroes will win this war," Toga tells her with an excitement in her voice. "Stainy's vision will be realized and we will have a place in this world!" she squeals with excitement.
"Skeptic mentioned something about four months, is that when the doctor will be finished with Shigaraki?" Asami asks them.
"Mmhmm!" Toga nods. "You're going to fight with us too, right Asami?" Asami's eyes widen and she looks at the blonde who looks at her expectantly. "I mean, you don't have a Quirk, but you're still going to fight right? With the computer and make the heroes want to stand down?"
"Heck yeah she will!" Twice answers for her. "Asami is one of us Toga!" he scolds her. "She's part of the family now, right Asami?"
Asami keeps her eyes on her feet, watching as the tech mindlessly works on her toes, completely oblivious to the conversation happening before her. She thinks about the life this woman is living, and how it will be turned completely on its head when this battle unravels. Asami isn't sure what the plan is after this war and if Shigaraki has a plan for the Japanese people after this battle, but she just can't stomach the idea of what will happen to all these unsuspecting civilians when this war unfolds before them.
When they return to the compound, Asami is quick to separate from Twice and Toga and find a feather to summon Hawks into the closet. She waits in the small utility room for a while, chewing nervously on her nails that she just had done as she waits for the winged hero to join her.
She jumps when the doorknob turns, only to relax when she sees the rich red wings enter the room, followed by the handsome hero.
"Hey," his voice soothes her as he closes the door behind her.
"Hey," she returns with a shaking voice.
"You alright?" he asks her, his golden eyes quickly turning with a sense of worry in them.
"Yeah," she exhales with a wavered breath. "Just had a long day, I guess," she shrugs.
"Well, I got you this to hopefully make it better," he tells her, handing her a plastic bag.
Her brows press together in confusion as she opens the bag and looks inside. She pulls the handles apart and is greeted with a bath bomb, a heating pad, a box of chocolate, and a gel face mask. She looks up from the bag of things and onto the hero with a confused look on her face.
"What's all of this?" she asks him.
"I heard you mention it was that time of the month," he tells her with an awkward scratch to the back of his head. "I remembered you liked taking baths and spa stuff, so I thought I'd get you some things since it's difficult to get out of here on your own," he says with an increasing blush take his cheeks.
"Oh," she releases, eyes falling back on the bag "Thank you," she says, unsure what else to say to him as a blush touches her cheeks as well.
"No problem," he smiles and her eyes are back on his golden stare. She feels her heart skipping wildly in her chest, and she can't help but sheepishly look away from him. "Did you get my message?"
"Uh, yeah," he clears his throat, changing his tone to a more professional one. "Jaku Hospital."
"Yeah," she says, "That's where I suspect the Nomu to be engineered."
"I did some research and there's no Ujiko working at Jaku Hospital."
"It must be a moniker then," she sighs. "He's a short man, older with a white mustache and large glasses," she says describing the man that watched her as she spoke with All For One.
Hawks nods once at the information. "I'll look into someone who fits that description at Jaku," he reassures her. "Were you able to get anything else?"
Asami holds onto the bag tightly, seeing the whites of her knuckles lighten. "Shigaraki…" she begins with a breaking tone. "He's… he's not been around. He's at Jaku."
"He hasn't been here?" he asks her with a tilt of the head.
She shakes her head, "No, he's at Jaku. He's been in and out of there since the battle at Deika. He's…" she doesn't even know how to tell him or where to begin; the information itself disturbing her. "He's being worked on."
"'Worked on?'" Hawks questions, "What do you mean by that?"
Asami sighs and looks into the golden stare of the hero standing before her. She can see the hard-pressed look in his eyes and she questions how this fight will pan out. From all the reports, the Nomu are strong creatures that All Might and Endeavor barely beat on their own. Hawks may be ranked highly on the charts, but he is still not on the same playing field as the likes of Endeavor and All Might. Those two have been pro heroes longer than Hawks and Asami have been alive. They know how to fight anything that is thrown at them. She worries that Hawks will not be able to fight against the Nomu and come out unscathed as All Might and Endeavor have barely managed to do. With the idea that Shigaraki will be engineered into a cognizant Nomu, she wonders if anyone will be able to stand against him.
"The doctor is experimenting on Shigaraki. He's giving him various Quirks and…" she looks up to see the panicked look in his golden eyes as recognition strikes him. "And he's turning into a Nomu."
Hawks' eyes fall from hers as he takes a second to digest what she's telling him. His shaking hand reaches his lips as he brushes his palm against them. "Four months?" he asks her as she asked Toga and Twice.
"That's the timeline he's assumed to be completed," she nods.
"He's just going to turn himself into a brainless zombie? For what? To ensure victory?"
"I don't think he's going to be brainless," she tells him.
"All the Nomu lost a sense of themselves. Even the Highend Nomu that Endeavor fought was a shell of his former self."
"I think they've found a way to change that, or at least maintain a semblance of the host. I'm not sure, but I don't think Shigaraki would do this if it meant losing his sense of self."
"This is bad," Hawks shakes his head in disgust. "If they manage to make a cognizant Nomu out of Shigaraki, it's only a matter of time until he does the same with the rest of the members of the League, and then the heroes won't stand a chance in battle."
Dabi's words come reeling back in her mind when he says this and she gulps down the lump building in her throat to think that he could be turned into one of those horrific creatures.
"We can't let that happen," she tells him with a whine in her tone, not wanting anything like that to happen to Dabi.
"I know," he reassures her, "Twice alone with that power would be the end of us all," he says with a harsh tone.
"Twice?" she asks him with a tilt of her head.
"His Quirk is the most dangerous of all the members of the League. With his handicap overcome in Deika City, a river of Twice clones coming for the heroes will be the end of our society as we know it."
"But Twice…" she struggles on her words. "He's a good man…" she says wondering what his intentions are with Twice.
"I know," Hawks says with a pain in his throat at the realization that he is not as villainous as he initially expected him to be. It's not all black and white with Twice, and the man has clearly shown him that there is good in villains, and Twice not be inherently evil after all. "But Twice poses the biggest threat to us, so we need to keep him at bay when the time comes."
"What about Dabi?" she asks him, knowing that Hawks made a point before to have him stay out of the fight.
"His firepower is unmatched, there's no doubt about that, but I don't see him as much of a threat in the grand scheme with Endeavor on the field to handle him," he tells her candidly and she knows that he's woefully wrong in his assessment.
"You should be more cautious of him," she warns him as she thinks about his words reeling back into her skull with the promise of killing Endeavor and Shoto. "Dabi could hurt you."
"I'll be okay," he assures her with a strong golden stare and a light grin reaching his lips as his infectious optimism attempts to transfer to her. "I'm not worried about Dabi."
Present Day – Day 60
Asami chews on her nails as she works on her computer. Her leg bounces nervously as she continues to fight the firewall Deterant has on all the MLA members and their Quirks. She was able to gather information on low level members of the Liberation's army, but any of the Regiments and their members is tightly held back behind a veil of code that she is unable to break. She knows that the information that she has gathered will be more than substantial for Hawks and the heroes to have the upper hand on the Liberation's Army, but she will need to get information on the high ranking PLF members to ensure their victory in a war. They will be better suited if she is able to provide clear dossiers on each member and their Quirks.
She has a basic information on some of the members, such as the members of the League and some PLF members that she's come into contact with, but it is not enough information for her to comfortably present to Hawks.
She groans as her attempts continue to be blocked and she begins to look for other routes that she can get this information that might be a bit more obvious. She can write it off as research purposes to Skeptic and Trumpet if they ask. She can tell them that she's ensuring their PLF pairings are adequate for optimal battle strategy for the upcoming war if they catch her snooping around.
Asami has been at it for days, and with every eye-splitting pixel destroying her vision, she decides to take a break and get back at it later. She prints out what she has on the majority of the members. She categorizes each member under a tier ranking system of threat level to the heroes. She further categorizes them under their Quirk and separates the files into the optimal pro hero to fight against them. It's taken a lot of work, but she knows that Hawks will be impressed with the work that she has put into it.
She takes the files that she has complied and begins looking around for a feather to signal the hero to meet with her in the closet. She finds a stray feather and slips it from the cracks of the wall and into her grip. She brushes the soft texture between fingertips, knowing that wherever Hawks is, he will be able to sense her and come.
She hears some people talking as they approach her from behind. She glances back at the two encroaching voices and doesn't recognize either of them, figuring that they are lackeys of the Meta Liberation Army. Their eyes reach hers and she can see the clear distaste painting in their expression and she finds herself rolling her eyes at them. She's been getting subtle hate from the MLA for her lack of her Quirk, so it's nothing that she's not used to.
"Who d'ya think you are, lookin' at me like that?" the large man of the group with a wolf head characteristically barks at her.
"Think you're better than us since you're the League's whore?" the wiry woman with elongated limbs spits at her.
Asami has no patience for this, not right now when she has incriminating evidence in her hand and so close to giving the information to Hawks.
She tries to walk past them, but they block her path in the hallway. "Hey!" he growls at her. "I'm talking to you, whore!"
Asami looks up at him, her bloodshot eyes tiredly watching his face beyond the heavy bags of her eyes. She's unimpressed with his show, and wants to get past this guy. "Fuck off," she tells him sternly as she presses her shoulder to his chest in an attempt to push past him, but he doesn't waver.
He snatches her by the face, gripping her mouth and chin with his large hand and launches her into the wall with a dizzying speed. The sound of her body crashing into the wall carries down the hallway, as she drops the files onto the floor, spreading the papers all over the ground. Her eyes bulge out of her head with a panicked look on her face as her heart beats wildly in her chest. His hand covers her mouth so he can't hear her yelp when her head smashes into the wall and makes her see starts.
"Quirkless Ambassador," he scoffs, "What a fucking joke!"
Asami squirms in his hold, kicking her legs out under her and lifting her hands up to scratch at his claws that hold her down.
"You ruined the entire movement with a shell of a person giving out orders!" the woman spits venomously behind the safety of the man, knowing that if she was within Asami's range her gaunt body wouldn't stand a chance.
Asami continues to fight in the man's grip as he glares down at her with a disgust in his expressions. "Re-Destro spit on the whole foundation of the Meta Liberation Army for allowing someone like you within our ranks," the man says as he spits on the ground at the idea.
"He doesn't have the balls to do what's necessary for the cause, then so be it. Because I fucking do," he says as he begins curling his monstrous fingers against her jaw and crushing her face in his strong grip.
Asami's eyes widen as she begins to panic in his grip, kicking wildly as her legs limply thrill under his tight hold. She screams, but her voice is completely muffled behind the palm of his hand. She looks into his eyes and the sight that returns her makes her all the more sick, as she sees the clear satisfaction he's getting from watching her suffer in his grip.
She clutches onto the red feather in her grip for dear life as she attempts to scream behind the harsh grip of the heteromorphic man. She begs and prays for Hawks to hear her and come flying through the halls to save her from this assault, but he doesn't come, and she's forced to continue to kick and scream under the hold of the massive villain. She thinks about if she had her Quirk, she could easily fight back the villain and take over his body, but without that, she is completely and utterly powerless.
He tightens his grip on her jaw and she feels her bones crushing under his tight hold. She can tell that he is looking to kill her, and she won't be able to fight back against his pure strength. She closes her eyes, unable to allow this sick fucker's face be the last thing she sees before she leaves this world, and hot tears fall down her face as she thrashes in his grip.
Asami hears a whooshing noise, but it's when she feels the heat emanating in the air does she open her eyes.
The stringy woman behind the wolfman screeches if only for a second before she's engulfed by blue flames that silence her. The man releases his grip on Asami, stepping away from her and lifting his fists up in the air to prepare for a fight.
Asami's legs wobble from the weight suddenly being distributed on her feet, and before she can topple over, the black-haired villain snakes his arm around her waist and holds her against his heated body.
The wolfman is quick to dodge the second fireball that's sent his way and punches the flame user square in the face with his oversized claws. Dabi stumbles from the sheer power of the man's punch and looses his grip on Asami.
"Take her, Twice!" his frantic voice commands with a powerful growl of frustration as he pushes Asami's useless body away from his and she tumbles into the arms of Twice.
Her eyes are frantically on Dabi's as the wolfman is quick to grab his face with his claws and slashes at his marred neck. Some stables from Dabi's cheek slice open and Asami gasps as blood pours from his incisions. Dabi snarls at the villain as he quickly snatches the man's wolf face in his hand.
Asami watches wide-eyed as the villain doesn't allow the wolfman a second to speak, instead pressing his hand to the man's face and releasing a controlled and heated burst that practically melts his face in front of her. Asami grunts as she pulls her head away from the sight and buries it into Twice's chest as the smell of burning hair and flesh fill the hallway.
The heat is unbearable and the smell is even worse, causing her to lose her strength and she falls limp in his hold of her. She looks into the turquoise eyes of the man in front of her, and she's completely struck by the sight in front of her. She watches as the same look of satisfaction flashes in his eyes that she saw in the wolfman as he held her down. There is a clear sense of gratification in his stare as he watches the man slowly perish in his hold, and the sight makes her sick.
Once he's convinced there's nothing left of the assailant, Dabi turns his attention to her, glancing over at her as Twice holds her tightly to his chest. She's shaking and there's a clear sense of panic and fear in her eyes as Dabi approaches her.
"Are you alright?" his voice finally breaks the silence as his heated hand brushes her cheek. She winces away from him as the heat that's emanating off of him is unbearable and he pulls his hand away from her, his brows knitting together behind stary strands of black hair.
Her eyes are unable to look onto him as blood trickles from his wounds and he looks absolutely terrifying. She's breathing heavily in Twice's hold as her eyes find the wreckage around her. She frowns as the dossiers she complied on the MLA burn at their feet along with the two corpses Dabi left at their feet.
"Are you hurt?" he asks her, wanting desperately to hold her in his own arms, but knowing that he's far too hot to embrace her.
"I'm okay," Asami says, shocked at her own pathetic voice and how it whines with desperate fear.
"I'm going to burn that Fivehead motherfucker for this!" Dabi growls as his body heats the hallway to an even more intolerable heat than it already is. "Take her to her room, Twice," he commands the man.
"You got it!" he salutes the villain.
"But you're hurt!" she whimpers as she looks up at him with glistening eyes.
"It's nothing," he sneers as he brings his fingertips to the loose staples as his skin melts off of his face.
"It's not nothing," she snaps at him. "Twice, help him to the infirmary."
Twice goes to help the villain when he smacks his attempts to help him. "I can walk myself, idiot!" he snaps at the man. "Give the description of these idiots to Compress and get me their names. I want to know what Regiment they were under and make sure they're properly punished," he commands Twice to do instead, and Asami is unsure how much more they can be punished considering they're dead.
"You still need to go to the infirmary and clean this," Asami says and he doesn't fight her on this, knowing that he needs to staple his face back together before the grafts get infected.
They head to the infirmary together without another word spoken to one another. When Dabi isn't watching, she drops the feather onto the floor and glances back to watch it fall weightlessly to the ground with a frown.
Once they are in the infirmary, Asami is quick to grab all the supplies she needs to assist Dabi while he moves to his overcoat for a staple.
"Don't use those," she scolds him as she prepares the supplies to stitch him back up.
"Don't waste your time stitchin' me up, Butterfly. I've got it handled," he grunts as he begins forcing the metal into his burned skin.
She watches with a pained look on her face, and he's unable to see the pitiful look on her face as she watches him stitch himself up. She looks onto his chest where she noticed his skin was healing itself. She frowns to see that his use of his Quirk burned more of his chest, and the parts of pink healing skin are beginning to scab over with new scars.
"Does it hurt?" she asks him stupidly as he winces at the puncture.
"Nah, that guy was a small fry."
Asami's nose wrinkles in distaste at his comment, thinking about how quick Dabi was at killing the man and the look of satisfaction on his face when he did it. She feels useless as she watches him grunt and struggle stapling his skin back together.
"Fucking fanatic," he curses as he drives the staple into his skin. "I'm getting Compress or Twice to watch you at all times," he says strongly and she stiffens at his comment.
"No—"
"Don't argue with me, Butterfly!" he snaps at her and she tightens her posture at his harsh tone. "I'm not gonna have some fucking cock sucking MLA fanatic putting his hands on you again!"
"Dabi—"
He stops driving the staples into his skin and looks at her with a powerful gaze that shakes her to her absolute core. He grabs onto her face, the heat from his hand warming her face and she tries not to outwardly wince from the pain.
"I am not going to lose you, and if that means that someone from the League will be watching you 24/7, then I'm going to make damn sure you're never left alone again," he says with such conviction in his tone that any other promise has been just empty words.
A/N: If any of you are on instagram, I created a profile where I show off my art for this story! I decided to cave and get the IPad, so hopefully you all like what you see there and feel free to follow! the_storm_unleashed
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