He thought about what she'd said as they lay in bed that night. The idea should have enraged him, but he found himself pleased instead. He was a twisted version of his father, the monster that was meant to be a masterpiece. How much more disgusted would people be when they found out that Dabi had done a darker version of what his father had done to Rei? He had taken a woman who was suited to him and his Quirk and forced her to be his, to bear his children, to profess to love him. Rei had at least been Endeavor's wife, freely given by her family. He had stolen Ayumu. As far as he knew, his father had also never taken the measures Dabi did to get her with child either. Sure, he had abused Rei and— at least according to some of the memories Dabi kept submerged— most likely raped her, but people wouldn't see it that way. Even her admission to the hospital seemed reasonable from the outside.

Dabi kept Ayumu imprisoned for himself, to slake his lust and ease his loneliness. He'd tricked her, lied to her, drugged her, all to get his way. And it thrilled him to his core.

When the doc had warned that fertility drugs increased the chances of multiples, he'd been excited by the prospect, but it had seemed abstract. The whole idea of impregnating her had still felt unreal despite the steps he'd taken. A nice sperm count as a reward for refraining from going all out, the doc letting Ayumu assume he'd given her birth control instead of something to make her ripe, all of it had played out so beautifully.

Though the possibility was there that the twins weren't his biologically, he still felt possessive toward the masses growing inside his girl; he'd meant what he said when he told her they were his by virtue of coming out of her. He would be more than happy to see what Shigaraki's Decay might make with her gift, or Hawks' wings.

However, something in his gut told him a part of himself was growing in her. It would be spectacular.

Two for the price of one, old man. I'm already beating you.

Dabi stroked his sleeping girl's cheek, leaned over, planted a kiss there. He didn't have enough time to indulge, so he headed to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

Since morphing into the PLF, things had changed. No longer did Dabi have to do grunt work recruiting losers on the street. No, now he had to deal with Geten, Iceman . He was always moaning about Re-Destro, always talking about the cause. Dabi really didn't give a fuck as long as he got what he wanted.

Some kid he vaguely recognized was waiting with a manilla folder when Dabi entered headquarters. He had a rock Quirk of some type.

"What's this?" He flipped it open to find information he'd been seeking for quite some time. His eyes widened as he skimmed the first page, then he smirked. "How'd you get this?"

The kid shrugged awkwardly, cheeks red. "My mom is dating a guy in the HPSC. I might have gotten into his laptop when he slept over a few nights ago."

Dabi slapped his back as he started walking again, leaving the kid with a "Good job." The little shit was practically glowing with embarrassed pride.

"What's that?" Geten. He always popped up when least wanted, which was admittedly always.

Dabi threw himself into his chair. "Nothing you need to be worried about."

"If you got it using PLF resources, it is." The ice user stretched so that his hood fell; Dabi snorted at his rush to pull it back up and conceal his features. "What is it?"

"It's information on one of my contacts, you fucking freak. Now back off." He snapped the folder closed and stood up to face the other man. "Do you have the list yet, or not?"

"Why can't you put it together?"

"Because you're more familiar with members of the PLF than I am." He turned to gaze out the window, intending to irritate the man. "We need that for our next move."

"I don't see why you can't—"

"That's because you aren't privy to certain information." He wasn't about to tell his identity, nor his full strategy, to this sycophant. "Just get me the damn list."

Geten ground his teeth. "Maybe you forget that I am co-commander of this regiment."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Dabi flopped onto his chair, kicking up his feet. "I have more important things to do than deal with this shit." There was paperwork on his desk. He shoved it toward the other man. "What's this?"

"Some potential to draft into our regiment. Don't think you can push that onto me; I already annotated the list. It's your turn now."

Dabi leafed through the profiles with a sneer. "I'm not gonna go through the paperwork on every single member of the PLF."

"What, too busy playing house?" Geten spat. "Where do you keep your little wife, anyway? The psychopath is always babbling about her during meetings.

That was the unfortunate truth; any time Toga saw him, she pleaded to have another " girls' night" with Ayumu. He'd have to tell her to knock it off; Dabi would not bring her around his co-commander even if his life depended on it. Followers of Re-Destro often had odd reactions to others' Quirks. The former leader nearly worshiped the boss now.

"I keep her at my place, where she belongs." He had already put aside ten different profiles during the short exchange; apparently Geten had a low bar, because most of these PLF soldiers weren't worth the paper in his hands.

"Does she have a Quirk?"

His head snapped up, blue eyes burning into the shadows that hid Geten's face. "None of your goddamn business."

The disgust was apparent in his voice when the icy man said, "I'm betting she doesn't have one; ashamed of your little pet, Dabi? "

"For fuck's—" His phone vibrated; of course, Hawks was calling him now. "Get out," he demanded, sliding his finger to answer the call. "What do you want?"

The hero's voice was especially cheery as he responded, "Well, hello to you too, Dabi. I'm great, thanks for asking. How are you?"

He rolled his eyes, rising to slam the door to his office shut. "I said, 'What do you want?'"

"Chill, man. I was just wondering if you wanted to meet for a drink tonight, talk about the plan for the next attack."

He thought about it for a second. It had been some time since he'd had to put up with the younger man, and the dirty talk last night had gotten him thinking about having his girl all used up again. "How about we come to your place?"

"'We?'" the hero teased. "You wanna bring over that pretty girl of yours, too? In that case, I'll make sure I'm off by seven… as long as you don't send anyone into my area during my patrol."

"Fine. See you then." He hung up before Hawks could say anything else.

He ran a finger against the manilla folder with information on the winged hero, smiling to himself. "Keigo, huh?"