Had it ever occurred to you if you were making the right decision?

Of course not, every decison you've made up until now has been based off past experience and what you thought people would want. You were assertive but you weren't your own person, you were simply a shadow of your father, an iconic piece of amour people always wore. You were used and treated like shit. It was all blurry, up until now.

Y/n was scared at first, but it didn't take long for the flames to ember and fade away. It was similar to that of teleportation. Because her surroundings had changed, she was back in that bar again with Dabi still just as close. She was tempted to ask how he had done that, but at the same time she didn't want to speak at all.

There was a strange, deafening silence. Y/n shook off Dabi's hand. "So?" She asked, "are you going to tell me? Or just stare?"

"Y/n, I've got a place for you, right here, with the league...like a family." Dabi sat on one of the stools at the counter, and slowly spun around, grabbed one of the wine bottles and poured two glasses.

"I had a family. I killed my mother when I was five, and my father's a piece of shit. Are you making fun of me?" She furrowed her eyebrows and put her hands in her pockets.

"Not really but---that's my point. You should at least meet the rest of the league, and maybe think about it, but you belong here, whether you like it or not." He finished the rest of his shot, and spun his chair around. She only heard a loud click, if not a bump and the wall to his right began to open. Or what seemed like a thick door, came to be and opened a whole new room. Dark, expected, and just as the hallways did, Dabi was near it and the blue torches lit up the way.

"After you," Y/n exhaled loudly, she took a few steps, then stopped right before Dabi, "where are we going?"

"To meet the rest of the league."

Wasting no more time, he gently pushed Y/n in the door, him after, then the door shut quickly after. Unlike the other rooms, it was warm in here.

So they began walking, not too long after they reached a door. Dabi opened the door for her, and she was greeted with a slightly brighter room. It resembled something of an Arcade, a really run down one, that is. There was a blonde girl and a masked guy playing some card game, a guy--or maybe a lizard watching tv, and then Tomura, sitting down on a chair in the corner while some black mist prepared some drinks. Y/n hadn't got a chance to face them all like the others did. In fact, she didn't emerge until two years ago.

Dabi knocked on the door to get their attention and they all looked up and back. "Heyy, you're back! Who's the ladyy?" The blonde put down a card and stood up to greet Y/n, but she had stopped not a step closer before Dabi made a very questionable face at her. "She's going to join the league, and Tomuras not gonna be a bitch about it."

"Who the hell--" Tomura turned around and stood up. "We all agreed on this! Don't try and switch up now." He huffed and puffed like a little kid, Dabi was arguably right. He had discussed everything with the league. Twice and Toga even helped him, but Tomura still had trouble coming to terms with it.

"Okay, and what do you suppose we do now?" Dabi glared at Tomura, then he inhaled, and exhaled.

"I suppose," he mocked, "that you get to know your new partner. Because I have to take care of something."

And within seconds Y/n was left alone with people she knew nothing about, and someone who's guts she hated.

AT THE HOTEL - 12:15 AM

Just outside the hotel, was Eraser and Endeavor, not your usual smoking couple but tonight was stressful, very stressful. So they had come to talk about it and share stories.

"Ah, so what are you going to do about Bakugo?" Aizawa looked up at Enji and raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"Do you think he's fit to do hero work? I mean--the kids have been through so much, do you think starting their career this early is good for them?"

Aizawa looked down and couldn't help but sigh. "Tokyo won't survive without them." Enji nodded, agreeing with him.

"Toshinori is sick." Aizawa blurted out, then he exhaled and Enji looked at him in concern. "What? With what disease?"

"I don't know, I called him while I was in the hospital, he said it was pretty bad, and---I don't think he's coming back. Ever."

"Wha-" Before Enji could further speak, the Commisioner (police) approached the porch with a bunch of bags he carried, they could barely see his face.

"I got that stuff you wanted, Eraser."

Aizawa thanked him and opened the door for him.

"What's that?" Enji asked.
   "We might be here a while." Aizawa sipped his tea.

They were just about to stand up and go inside when glass shattered from the window just a few floors up but nothing came out, or nothing they saw at least.

10 MINUTES EARLIER - 12:05 AM

Katsuki could only sleep after checking in on Shoto, who he may seem like he hates, is one of his closest friends. After earlier, and the day before, he had to make sure he wasn't thinking of turning to the dark side, or whatnot...

As much as the others enjoyed Tokyo, Bakugo just couldn't. And after this long day, he wasn't going to give it another thought. So he went straight to the shower, except he forgot his clothes in his room, and he hated his room just because of the giant window view, and the curtains happen to be see-through.

So after his steamy shower he went to his room, towel wrapped, hair soaking wet and all, but he had stopped as someone had intruded in his not so sacred space it seemed, someone stood at the window just staring. Someone he didn't like. So he prepared an explosion and they turned around just in time.

"Ooohh, there you are--"
   "What the fuck do you want?"

His face deadpanned and Katsuki narrowed his eyes, after observing that he (most likely) wasn't here for any sort of fight. So he stopped his hand sparks.

"Y/n wanted to me to tell you something,"

"Bullshit! You just came here to taunt me!" He raised an eyebrow and cocked his head to the side. And that pissed Bakugo off. Never mind his towel slipping, he needed to stall as long as possible.
"I'm not asking again. What. are.you.doing, here?"

"I wasn't lying, she wanted to tell you, that she's okay. But she's not coming back," Katsuki narrowed his eyes as Dabi oddly neared closer. "because she's happy where is, and she's finally...finally where she fucking belongs."

Now the two were face to face, but Bakugo felt an awful aura radiating from him. It concerned him no more than All For One's aura, and Stains bloodlust.

His words caused Katsuki to bite his tongue, and grind his teeth with that, he had the most scorching hatred for Dabi and nothing could put it out. "Belong? With the people she fucking hates?!"

"No, with me." That had set Katsuki off, like a literal time bomb. He attempted to punch Dabi, setting off his quirk at the same time and his hand just barely met his face before he was concealed in blue flames and disappeared into thin air, Bakugos explosion, and what was left of Dabi's flames had collided and all of his energy had been aimed at the window, shattering it outward onto the roof.

Katsuki was left nearly breathless, he couldn't process, nor know how to feel anything but anger in the moment. That feeling when Dabi approached him, that awful aura lingered with him in the room.

THE HIDEOUT - AFTERWARDS

Y/n had been sitting on the stool in the bar after being given something to think about. Thanks to Toga. She seemed to like Y/n, and like Dabi wanted her to stay. Showing her how similar her and the others were.

For instance; Tomura, they hated each other after he tried to kill her father and resulted in him being heavily injured. But they could both agree everything they touched got destoryed. They both had shitty childhoods, and a jaded view of the world. However the only difference was Y/n wanted her fathers approval, to be the hero he thought of just like how he thought of All Might before he retired. And to spite him. She had failed to do so, even with 1 year until she graduated, she had unlocked her fate the moment she chose to go with Dabi. 

She sat there thinking about it for several minutes before that wind and tornado of blue fire came back, she looked back up at Dabi, at first glance he looked fine, after a few seconds of silence, Y/n, observing him she had noticed how pale he was. Though he didn't seem like he wanted to talk about it. He walked over behind the counter and bent down and pulled out, what she read; Vodka.

"You told him?" She asked as he grabbed another cup from the rack. "Yeah,---I improvised a little." Y/n furrowed her eyebrows and watched him pour two cups worth of vodka.

"I--thought about it." Was all she had to say to get him to look up at her. "And?"

"I'll do it. I'll play your stupid role, as long as you don't treat me like shit, and...on one conditon."

"No one get's treated like shit here, especally you," as much as he was tempted to ignore her request, he looked back up at her in her eyes whilst pouring a third cup. "What's your condition?"

Y/n smiled and spun her chair around to face him. "No more knives or swords and shit. I want a gun." Dabi stared at her, he could come through with that, he was just thinking about something, so deep in thought that his cup started overflowing.

"Is that too hard for you?" Y/n grabbed the bottle and forced him to stopped, his eyes flickered from her to the puddle and alcohol dripping on the floor.
"Ah shit."

He put a few paper towels on the floor and moved them around with his foot. "Alright, so...when do I start?" Dabi smiled as he wiped the rest of the counter, but Y/n was serious when she asked that.

"This isn't a job, it's a lifestyle. And until you can control that quirk of yours, you're not going anywhere." He muttered, "Shigarki's gonna kill us if you explode someones head again..." Dabi finally sat down across from her and began to drink his vodka.

"I can control my quirk."

"No you can't."

"Yes I can."

"...No you can't."

"Yes I fucking can!" Irritated Y/n slammed her fist on the counter and Dabi nonchalantly spun his chair around and grabbed a knife out of the rack. For a moment she thought he might stab her, but he slit his palm ever so smoothly and held his hand out the Y/n. It was in her subconscious to use her quirk and stop blood the moment she saw it. However this time she failed to even do just that. No matter how hard she tried, only her nose bled.

"Are you going you to stop it?" he asked as blood dripped down his finger onto the table, Y/n was focusing, like she was taught to, however she only seemed to affect and put a strain on herself.

She furrowed her eyebrows and groaned before finally stopping, letting out a big sigh and put her head down

"These are just side effects, your quirk is dependant on your emotions right now, and if I were to send you out, well, you'd either get killed or you'd explode our heads, and I'd prefer to prevent both." Dabi laid back in his chair and started his next cup. Y/n looked up, glowering and snatched the third cup. Because this was just as frustrating to her as trying to stop using her quirk.