"You're dead Staple Face!"

"Bring it on Princess," Dabi lifted one hand, a spark of red gave birth to a blinding light of blues and whites as the waves crept up the entirety of his scarred arm. As always, Dabi awaited you to make the first move, standing idly with a grown patience. Read your opponent, that's what he's known to do around you in particular. Even though you've lost just about every fight with the boy of blue flames, you've taught him a lesson or two but it waned compared to his twenty win upper hand. But you can't let him win, not now, not ever again, you're tired of his abuse and you shall put an end to his annoying reign...

You won't admit how painfully your fever had racked your body, making your limbs weak and shaky as they felt like lead, how the cool air of the ceiling fans felt just blizzard cold against your moistened forehead and hands, and lastly your stomach that was just about ready to burst. Where did this sickness come from? Why is it eating away at your body? It's handicapping you for the fight you planned to win...

"Die!" You cried, left arm morphing into that of a slick metal blade and feet that pulled you toward the enemy. Dabi smirked, igniting his other arm where the heat traveled from body to the surroundings, the bar chairs had caught aflame.

"Enough!" Kurogiri didn't hesitate to step in, then again he almost always breaks up fights around here. Just as you released your arm from being pulled back behind your head to slice Dabi's head clean off, and his hands to reached out to burn you to a crisp, each limb phased through portals of black relocated to different parts of the room. "You two need to learn to work together," Kurogiri cleared his throat, his voice laced with discontent.

"This asshole has beat me up more times than I can count!" You growled, disagreeing with Kurogiri's demand right out of the gate. You pulled back your hands, retrieving them back from the portals, using your quirk to have the metal legs of the tables within the bar to shoot out from their positions and force Dabi's arms and hands to his chest.

"Since when could you do that?" Dabi huffed, with his hands immobile, he can't call upon his flames.

"Keep in mind our boss gave me three different quirks," you grimaced, an evil snicker to accompany your being, loving how Dabi was unaware of your hidden ability to manipulate the metals of objects within your radius, not just the metals that your body can transmutate. "And even though I've clearly won, I'm not gonna let your inability to move keep me from the prize of beating your ass into dust,"

"I said enough," Kurogiri repeated himself. He thought you'd leave Dabi alone after rendering him helpless.

"Screw that," you strut on over to where Dabi stood. Those electric blue eyes burned holes into your head. Those electric blue eyes, they're fierce, yet gentle and familiar. Where have you seen them before?

A crooked wheezy howl ripped at the atmosphere, your hearing aids couldn't handle the volumes of escalating levels and shot off high pitched noises in response. You forced hands to your ears, nearly dropping dead to the pitch, adjusting them frantically until you decided it was best to turn them next to off. The surroundings were so loud, bet you could hear it without the need of the aids. You were in a city that was burning down by the second with large red flames as you could hear the crackle and crash of buildings that gave into a fire's needy destruction. A quick recovery, you straightened yourself out to find that a pale blue Nomu with small beady eyes and a crooked smile jumped above all the heroes for an estimated landing right where you stood.

Of course, a flashback... What else did I expect from thinking about Dabi and his eyes? But... Why am I remembering back to the night I was captured? Wait... This was the night I was captured. How do I know this? I was never originally with the League of Villains? They forced me into it...

Even with this realization, the flashback continued without a fault. "Crap!" Your past self dove out of the way. The Nomu from earlier landed where you just stood, the ground breaking in underneath itself. It spun around, making direct eye contact with you alone. "Is it... Does it want me?" You mindlessly stepped backwards, fearing for your life. The Nomu crawled forwards, reaching out for you with it's veiny blue arm. A flash of black separated you from the monster, a fire as blue as the ocean erupted from the man's hands, the Monster fell dead with a charred smoking head.

Is that Dabi? We hate each other, why did he save me?

"Th-Thank you Endeavor!" Your past self cried out in delight.

Endeavor? I was saved by Endeavor? But his flames are exactly like Dabi's...

The brunette spun around, his electric blue eyes shrunk suddenly.

There is was, those eyes, the eyes Dabi has. They're just like Endeavors. "Get out of here!" Endeavor snapped. The urgency in his voice sparked more fear than ever before in your weak little heart. Endeavor dove out for you, only to be pulled away by a large black hand that trapped your waist within it's veiny grip and held you upside down before it's face that was nothing but a puffy pink brain.

"Let me go!" You cried releasing a paralysis bubble onto the Nomu, except it never flinched. It slowly pulled back it's fist...

And everything went black...

Reality came back, your body was trembling. Not only did you learn the origins of Dabi, but you also learned that the League of Villain's forced you into the life of a villain. You were a hero at one point, you were there the night of the attack on Hosu City, you had a bubble quirk and... Something told you that Bakugou was there that night too, but all you saw was gold.

You released Dabi from his metal restraints, you no longer had any interest in cutting his life short. "Where's my belongings?" You asked Dabi, he tilted his head with confusion. "My belongings from the night I became a member with the League! I know I had a few belongings, where are they?"

"Sorry Princess but you became a member before I did," Dabi admits, clearly his anger with you had diminished alongside your own. In fact, Dabi has absolutely no idea of the belongings you spoke of, therefore, he escorted himself out of the hideout, figuring Shigaraki can deal with his hostage situation on his own without your help. Even he'll admit you aren't looking so hot, now your emotions are going rampant again...

"Kurogiri," you shifted your attention onto a frazzled Kurogiri, his black mist of a body going wild alongside his emotions. Next to him stood Bakugou, for some reason he was smirking at you. Was he entertained by your little scuffle just now? "Do either you have any idea what I'm talking about? I must've had some belongings before I..." You paused, don't say joined, cause the recent flashback screamed that you were forced into this position. "Let's just say I know for a fact I had a few things before I came here."

"Indeed you did," Kurogiri nods his head as a confirmation, his black mist cooling down into a subtle cloud. "You tried to trash your past items upon recruitment," Kurogiri turned to Bakugou, motioning him to step aside revealing that mysterious black cardboard box that always sat on the back counter of the bar. The contents within always kept your interest, yet you've never actually gained enough curiosity to open it up for yourself. "Luckily I kept them, not much, but they'll do you well," you perked up once Kurogiri sat the box out before you on the counter.

You didn't hesitate to pick up the box yourself, "I'm going to the bathroom-"

"You can look at the box later," Kurogiri practically commanded.

"Then what was the point of giving her the box?" Bakugou snapped fighting on your behalf.

"I don't lie Katsuki," the man replied coolly. Just to turn back to you, "(Y/n)... I highly suggest you lie down. I don't think you're aware of how much you're sweating let alone how pale you are-"

"I won't deny that I feel like I'm about to barf my insides out," you hissed, only to start heaving heavily. The adrenaline has worn off from that fight, everything was coming back. "More of a reason for me to look at this in the bathroom... Is it wrong that I don't want you two to watch me vomit?" That question alone had Kurogiri motioning for you to leave, and you couldn't be more thankful. You left in a near sprint, just barely making it to the bathroom just as your stomach lurched through your body, burning at your throat and mouth as your breakfast came up in all sorts of colors into the bowl. The commotion had a flurry of footsteps coming down the hallway, before you know it, someone had pulled the hair out of your face allowing the freedom to vomit to your heart's content.

Once the vomiting began to settle, if only for a moment, you could finally sit back upon your knees taking in as much air as you could without your stomach feeling the need to come up back again. The acidic smell in the air burned at your nostrils, throat and mouth on fire, and heavy chills to rack your body leaving you to shiver violently. "I'd love to know how I got so sick..." You nearly stuttered, the pain lingered throughout your body.

"What do you expect from hanging out with these creep-asses all day?" Came a snarky comment from none other than Bakugou. You weren't even aware that Bakugou was the one to pull the hair from out of your face when vomiting, such a favor just felt so out of character for a man like him.

"I'm s-so cold..." Your core shook. You couldn't reply back to Bakugou, shifting to lie down upon the tiled flooring.

Bakugou wretched, "Don't fucking lie down in here. It's disgusting as hell!" He highly doubts that the villains here would tidy up a bathroom.

"I would if I could," you curled up into a ball, trying to savor as much body heat as you could. "C-Can you look in the box for me Katsuki? I n-need to know what's in it..." Bakugou heard you out, glancing at your black box that you had dropped upon entering the room, now lying on it's side half open.

"Why not? I'm already in here," Bakugou didn't bother to argue, who knows? Maybe whatever is in this box will get him one step closer to getting his girlfriend back. So, the blonde took a seat upon the floor just off to your side. The box's open end was turned around to face himself, whereas the box was opened to completion. Bakugou shook his head in response. "I think there's only a coat in here," he held up what was a brown zip up hoodie with a black arrow on the shoulder. However, you found it off that he continued to hold the hoodie within the air, as if the existence of it had put him into a trance he couldn't escape. You didn't understand Bakugou's possible reasoning for becoming transfixed in the article of clothing, you have your own though.

Whenever I sleep and see (Y/n)... She always wears that hoodie. You thought in awe.

"Can I see it?" You shivered violently, tugging on the hem of Bakugou's black shirt. The boy came back into reality, hesitantly handing the hoodie over. You were quick to throw it on, going back into your fetal position soaking up whatever warmth you could soak up. Just wearing the hoodie gave you a sense of comfort, relief, as if it was a part of you. A reconnection with what was lost.

"Is there anything else?" You fought to breathe.

"Maybe," Bakugou peered within the box. Immediately you heard a struggled choke noise come out of the male's throat, his crimson eyes large.

"What is it?" You frowned.

"N-nothing," Bakugou bit his wrist in response. The same wrist he's already bitten today and bandaged up.

"Please t-tell me," you hummed, desperate for an answer.

Bakugou sighed, "Whatever." He snatched something shiny from out the bottom of the box, forcing a round object within your shaky hands. Bakugou kept his back to you while you opened up your hands to find that it was a golden medal with a silk red, white, and blue ribbon connected to it. The face said first place, while the back bared a name that wasn't at all expected. If this gold first place medal was in your belongings, why does it have Bakugou's name on it?

"First Place... Katsuki Bakugou," you read the medal out loud. "Why was this in my stuff?' You couldn't help but stare at the medal. It was so shiny, so beautiful, no wonder why people strive for the gold.

"No sense in explaining..." Bakugou shook his head. So, he's going to be stubborn now is he?

"I've told you before that I'm aware you and (Y/n) had a past," you traced a finger over the medal's engravings. "Did you give this to her?"

"I..." Bakugou groaned. "I did."

"May I ask why?"

"I won the damn Sports Festival for her," Bakugou finally opened up. "At first we were competing against each other for first place, then she gets nearly electrocuted to death. At that moment I realized I needed to win the contest for her... Just for her ass to wake up almost a week later in the hospital with hearing aids. Not like you remember how it felt when I gave you the medal..." Bakugou found this explanation to be a waste of his time. Not once since joining the League has he managed to make a dent in the thick barrier your new alter ego has built. As if this walk down memory lane would help...

"You say that..." You fought off another need to stutter. "But I actually had a flash of memory where you were with me in a hospital... Explaining what happened to me in the Sports Festival," Bakugou perked up, he was beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel. "I don't recall any medal, but I do remember you telling me everything through text messages even though you were right beside me."

Everything you just said, those were all facts. Why would you make up a story like that? The communicating through text messages, he only did that cause you were next to deaf. "You were half deaf remember? That's why I was texting you everything." Bakugou chipped away at your wall again. Only to feel guilty about intentionally breaking one of your hearing aids earlier this week in a blind rage. You've been acting the same ever since, it made him wonder if your hearing has went back to normal since that day in the hospital.

"Oh yeah," you managed to grin. "I was deaf wasn't I?"

"We kissed for the first time afterwards," Bakugou hesitantly pointed out. "Do you remember that?"

"I... Don't."

"Then forget that-"

"I'm not," you said. "I want to remember everything I've lost Bakugou... For crying out loud all I did was think about Dabi's eyes during that fight and I got this huge ass flashback that took me to when I was supposedly kidnapped and forced into the League. Endeavor tried to save me but... He couldn't save me at the risk of hurting or killing me in the process with his fire quirk and all..."

"Half n' half Bastard wasn't joking..." Bakugou grumbled. Endeavor really couldn't save you that day.

"Half n' half-"

"Todoroki... You've met him," the blonde reassured.

"Oh..."

"How much do you exactly remember Ark? Or is (Y/n) back for good?"

"I remember bits and pieces..." You sighed. "I remember you fighting Zack, protecting me. I remember the night I was kidnapped, I remember the hospital, and I remember everyone's names and faces but not their importance to me. I just want to BE (Y/n) again... Clearly she's the better person and Ark is full shit fed lies..."

"I'll fill you in, but first I need you to rest up you sick chick," you vomited and is lying on the floor with cold sweat and a pale glow, yeah you need your rest. If only Bakugou had full use of both of his arms, he'd carry you to your cot rather than let you lie there fast asleep beside the shitter.

Credit to liliaicha1500 for drawing me a Picture of the scene! It's interesting how all of you envision the 'reader'. I wrote this story without giving any mind to how the 'Reader' may look even in the mind of the writer. So it was interesting seeing our artist take on what she thought our MC looked like.

I love it whenever you guys send me art of your OCs interacting with the story!!!

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