*Third Pov*

  "Fuck-" whispered a white haired male, jumping off the roof and landing on another not to far away.

  He walks slowly towards a certain abandoned warehouse looking building and made his way towards an entrance. 

      Not knowing that those actions would soon bring him into a nightmare that was too real, he became someone didn't want to be, he didn't want to be a hero who had to fake his generosity and save people because he wanted to.

  No he never intended to be a face everyone would remember but who knew that actions caused by greed would bring this young man so much good things he never once asked for nor wants.

    A villain is what he was, a villain darker than any other is what he thought of himself as he waved at several kids and family's from down below, he faked a smile while guilt came weighing down on his back.

   He hated it, he hated faking it, he hated doing it all over again and again.

   He was a glass of water about to overflow with emotions...

  He was about to snap from his facade.

Once and for all.

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*Your POV*

   I winced at the sudden flashback of   remembering the moment I entered the abandoned warehouse and 'saved' the hero that I was planning on killing.

    It's not like I could just say I was planning on it, if I did then various pro heros would beat the shit out fi me and throw me into custody.

   I didn't want that, I also didn't ask for this, the Becoming a pro hero thing. It wasn't me- I find myself helping others for my own sake but it ends up becoming a heroic act on the news. I dread the thought of heros so much. I hate them, the ones who fake it Like me. I have a reason to do it though... Do they?

      "Welcome home uh- " I look up from my feet.

     "Right- you're still here." I close the door, throwing my bag on the floor and taking my shoes off, leaving them on the mat.

      "I forgot your name-" Dabi looks down.

     I stare at him in uder disbelief .

    "I- How?-" I question him as he bite his bottom lip, looking down at the floor.

   "Short term memory?" He scratches the back of his neck nervously.

     Sighing in frustration and disbelief, I look at him in the eyes and say, "Y-/-N. Y/n."

     "Y/n- okay, okay Y/n" Dabi mumbles to himself.

     "I'm going to take nap sir Dabi." I rub my eyes and throw myself onto the couch.

    "Okay-" He stands there as I immediately dose off.

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   Hurray? I made this out of pure boredom while drawing so I was going to include a explaining thing except not so explanatory. I'll introduce you to Y/ns backstory another time so be patient pleasee

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