Surprising was one word for it. You never thought you’d get out of that lab. Forced to be a miracle— that’s what they called you. The doctors. Miracle.

Your quirk— nullification— spoke to that title. It was given to you, after your original flames were taken away. It was unbelievable what your power could do with the training you had to endure. Because of that, you were forced to be a savior.

You always wanted to be a hero. But that was before the lab— before the needles in your spine, before each memory wipe. It was hell, and you never believed you’d really get out. It was stupid to believe. But your doctor’s quirk was exactly what it sounded like— obey. He could make you do whatever he wanted, as long as he’d known you for more than thirty minutes.

You got by. You were there for five years, starting at barely sixteen. The League of Villains had a stupid plan to stop your doctor. Stupid. They ended up leaving without doing so, but brought you with them. Your potential and whatever it was you said— something about hating heroes and the society that housed them— potential.

Now, out of all the people in the League, Dabi brought you up to the top of some building. It was refreshing, but turned to breathtaking when he lit the whole city with his blue flames. He saw the look in your eyes; the recognition, the knowing look that only agreed with the fact that Dabi did this shit to feel something.

You could only sit near the edge, leaning against some wall with your ankles crossed as you watched the city burn. Beautiful, really. Dabi snapped you out of your thoughts and memories, ghosts of the lab, his blue eyes glowing like a message meant only for you— like he understood. “What, you don’t like it?” He glowered at your scoff. “I’m destroying this shithole.”

Maybe that was enough.