I sat on the same bench that I met Bakugo, slightly hoping he would come back to the same place. I inhaled the cold air painfully before exhaling.

Two weeks, the last time I had spoken to anyone, it's not that bad right? No one had cared to check up on me or ask where I was or if I was sick. I was really disposable, my worst fears is that I'm a character created to be Canon fodder for someone else.

It's starting to get to me.

The withdrawal symptoms.

I raised my legs to join me on the bench. Midoriya's number has been going into voicemail and Bakugo has been avoiding me like the plague. Apart from them I really had no one to talk to.

That was until I heard the vibrating pulse of my phone. Reaching for it I brought it up, unknown caller.

"Hello?" I said barely in a whisper half expecting a sales man asking me if I was the one who recently got into a fatal car accident. There was silent for a while before the familiar voice of my first friend was heard on the other side.

"Ai?"

I didn't know why but I suddenly felt my eyes sting, almost as if i was about to cry. But there was really no reason to cry. I didn't feel like crying, then why did his words cause such a stir in my emotions.

"Dabi, it's me."

Hearing my voice must have reassured him it was me that he was talking to.

"Are you free? Let's meet at the bar again." He wanted to meet me.

"Un, on my way."

When he cut the phone, I pulled up my hood and stuffed my hands in my pocket.

My stomach growled.

When was the last time I had eaten anything?

Two days ago?

I kept forgetting, to eat.

That's a lie, I always think of food, but I'm too scared to eat it.

When passing a window I looked at myself and saw how thin my legs seemed, without even looking at my self I kept walking, each step feeling like it's my last.

My hair fought against the butter winds and I shivered trying to keep my face as warm as I could. Turning to the familiar alley I headed down a flight of stairs to the door.

I swung it open and saw Dabi sitting with a cup of orange juice, I couldn't help by laugh, a big bad villain was having a glass of orange juice at a bar.

"Hey Dabi .. " I said lifting myself off the ground to sit next to him. He looked at me and then turned away before swirling his drink a little.

"Why... did you come to Japan?"

Why did she come to Japan?

"I wanted to study to be a hero." Short and quick, America's heros facilities are good but they don't have the world's best heros.

"Why do you want to become a hero?"

Why I want to become a hero?

"Don't you know by now?" He knows me more than anyone, he knows exactly why I want to become a hero. He didn't agree with my reasoning, if all heros were like me then there wouldn't be any heros in the entire world. "I know your sense of justice does not agree with my modes but what else can I be? I "

"You could become a villain."

I know, but...

"That guy... I can't beat him if I become a villain... I have to be a hero..."

"Who told you that?"

No one. It was me giving myself reasons not to become like him, always hiding in the dark, running from the light.

"Dabi..."

"I know, you think it's pathetic the way we villains scramble around in the dark. You think it's disgraceful."

It is.

I would never be able to put my pride on the line just like that.

"But what if you don't have to?"

A/N: hope you're getting as excited as I am over this.