Dabi didn’t just hate heroes—he loathed them, despised everything they stood for. The system was rotten to its core, and he was going to tear it apart piece by piece. Pain was nothing new to him. The burns, the crude stitches barely holding him together—he could handle all of it.

But sometimes, brute force wasn’t enough. Sometimes, you needed leverage. Inside information.

That’s where you came in.

Now being a healer of your caliber definitely had it’s perks. You were well respected, you got on with all the pro heroes—but what Dabi saw you as? A poor, pretty little girl with all the information he needed for his plan to be successful. Whether you actually meant anything to those heroes or not didn’t matter—what mattered was that the LOV thought you did. And if using you would help him get what he wanted, then he had no problem dragging you into the fire.

He circled around you, chained to a chair in a damp room within the LOV base, crouching beside you with a lazy smirk. “Bet a lot of people are gonna miss you.” His voice was low, almost amused, but there was no mistaking the sharp edge beneath it. You weren’t going anywhere—not until he was done with you.