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__1st Person POV____

My eyes scanned over the picture as a frown took place on my features. The picture was held tightly in my grasp as I glanced over every small detail the picture held.

They probably have forgotten about me already... I thought to myself, staring at the picture of my friends and I. It was all I really had left of my past life, before I was forced into the League of Villains. It was the last and only piece of myself I was allowed to keep with me, and I treasured it with everything. But it hurt to stare at it, seeing the smiling faces that probably faced a ditch of darkness from my departure.

I let out a sigh, feeling myself choke up as I set the picture back down on my nightstand. I glanced over to the window, my eyes stinging with tears as I listened to the soft songbirds of the night sing out, the moon shining brightly through my window with their shadows dancing in it.

I couldn't sleep.

Not just because I could hear everyone's snores and movements within the building, but because my mind couldn't relax and settle down. It was running in circles, thinking back to all the memories I had with, not only my friends but my family as well. It tore me apart on the inside as I just think of how I was pulled apart from them, and accepted it.

I never made an attempt to escape here, nor did I care to. Yeah, I had my friends and family at home that I missed a lot, but other than that, I never really had a life. I grew up, got my quirk, went to school, and then got a job. I didn't want to become a hero. What good was my quirk?

The most I could get our of this was being a spy or intel breaker maybe, due to my enhanced hearing, but that was all I got from it.

That's why I accepted the League's offer when they took me in. I knew my quirk would be better for them to use, plus it gave me a reason in my life. But, at the moment, I regret it. I regret it all. It seemed to be mistake.

Feeling my tears beginning to fall, I reached behind and grabbed my pillow, bringing it up to muffle my cries. They sounded loud in my ears, but I knew that nobody else could hear them. They were almost silent to anyone who passed by my door, if anybody was to pass by my door.

Speaking of which, as I sat there, my eyes glued to the small window with the moonlight shining in through it, I could hear footsteps. My cries quiet down as I began to focus on the steps, listening to the heaviness and distance between them. It seemed to distract my mind just a bit as I thought back to who's steps matched them... Tomura? No, his were quieter and lighter, with smaller space between his steps. Plus, his steps were a bit staggered. Toga's steps were shorter with distance than Tomura's, so it couldn't be hers. Everyone else's steps were about the same distance then, so it was a matter of weight and sound type.

Listening to them, I recognized them to be a bit lighter than most, but I also heard almost a dragging sound as well, so their feet weren't fully picked up. They were slightly delayed, coming from the right side of the door, so it narrowed it down to about three guesses: Compress, Magne, or Dabi, as their rooms were over that way.

Thinking of the amount of step they took, I could only assume it to be Magne, as their room was right next to mine.

Finally accepting my deduction, I pulled my pillow back to me, cuddling my body into it as I turned my attention back to the night birds outside. I shuffled around a little on my bed, turning myself towards the window fully, scooting to the edge of it. I held the pillow close as I leaned my head down into it, letting my tears begin to fall once more, lighter than last time.

Just as I was about to get back into my little crying session though, I heard the sound of a knock on my door, causing my head to snap over to it. Raising an eyebrow, I stood from my bed and made my way over to the door. Rubbing my tear stained cheeks away of the wetness, I reached for the door handle, opening up the door in one swift quiet motion.

As it opened, I was confused and surprised to see Dabi standing there, a tank top and sweatpants on him. I raised an eyebrow as he looked at me tiredly. Before I could say anything though, he held a hand up towards my face, his hand instantly igniting into a blue flame. He glanced at me, his eyes squinting a bit as he held the flame closer, making me a bit uncomfortable as I backed up a little,

"What the hell are you doing? It's like 2 am??" I chirped out, my voice getting caught in my throat slightly as it was dry and choked up. Dabi didn't pay much attention to my words or tone as he hit me with a different, surprising statement,

"You've been crying," he stated rather nonchalantly,

"What-" I tried to ask out, but he beat me to an answer before I could manage to say it fully,

"The edges of your eyes are bloodshot," he answered, causing me to panic a bit as I thought up of something to cover up my crying session,

"I wasn't crying... I was... Smoking drugs...?"

He gave out a small chuckle, leaning up against the doorframe as he stared at me, "Smoking 'drugs'?"

Without thinking, I nodded at him, "Yep,"

He shook his head, taking a step forward, causing me to back up a bit. He continued to step forward, making me step backwards before I was suddenly at my bed. He gave me a smirk, his arms crossing as he looked down at me, "I totally believe you, because you of all people would be one for drugs... You know, the same girl who cried when Toga mentioned one thing about needles,"

I tried to gulp down my fears, knowing I'm not going to get this lie to work at all as he makes a valid point. So I let out a sigh, my hands coming together as they played with one another anxiously,

"Fine, I wasn't doing drugs-"

"Clearly,"

I glared at him, finishing myself, "I was crying..."

He pulled away from towering over me, walking to the door to shut it before coming to sit next to me. As he did this, I took a moment to collect my thoughts, trying to think of something that would be telling the truth yet making me sound not like a baby. I knew Dabi was a chill guy, I've talked to him quite a bit and he's one of the more understanding people here, but he was still intimidating.

I couldn't decide if it was the fact I found him to be a good guy, and someone I could maybe see myself with, or if it was the fact of his scars and deep voice that intimidated me. Either way, he had some effect on me, and I wasn't caring for it, except he did listen to my issues most time. I just always try to sound better than what I am though, so he thinks better of me,

"Talk to me," he said out while reaching behind to turn on the lamp next to my bed. I nodded at him, looking down to my fingers as I fiddled with them while I spoke out,

"Well... Its mostly just the normal stuff that's bothering me. I'm just missing them, my friends and family, and wishing I could see them once more again..." I paused for a second, looking up Dabi with my sorrowful look, "I want to be with them again, but... I know that's not going to happen, so I just wish I could apologise to them for leaving so suddenly, and let them know that I'm okay, that I'm not dead. You know?"

He didn't say anything, but instead reach around and wrapped an arm around me, bringing me into a hug. And although it wasn't much at all, it felt like the right thing that I needed. I didn't need him to tell me it was going to be okay, because I knew it was. I didn't need him to lie to me and tell me that maybe I'll see them again, because I knew that wasn't true. I didn't need him to tell me anything, but instead just let me know he was there and that he understood.

As he held me with him one arm, I felt the need for more as I brought both arms up and reached around his waist. I hugged him tightly, bringing myself to his chest as I felt my tears starting up once more,

"I just want to know if they're okay, and see what all I've missed," I whispered out into his chest.

He seemed shock by my sudden action, taking a minute or so to finally hug me back, holding me close. He began to sway a little wish me as he leaned down, resting his chin on the top of my head,

"I know you do, kid. I wish I could let you, but that's just not how its suppose to go," he finally said, giving me comfort.

I pulled away a bit, looking up to him. I felt him remove an arm from around my body as he reached up to my face. He rested his hand on my jawline as he wiped away the tears from one of my eyes,

"How is it suppose to go?" I asked, my voice sounded angrier than what it actually is. I glanced at him with wide eyes as I saw him smirk at me,

"Well, maybe it's suppose to go like this,"

Just then, I watched as he leaned down towards me, his hand lifting my face up a bit as our lips soon made contact. The warmth from his lips filled me with a sense of relief and calm as I melted into them. I hesitantly moved my arms from his waist up to his face as I cupped his cheeks. Even if I was just in pure shock at the moment, I pushed into the kiss, loving the feeling I got from them.

The tranquility, the calm, the relief. It all seemed to make my worries, fears and problems seem to drift away with the oversensitive feeling of warmth filling me.

As we pulled away, I stared into his blue eyes, my tears and frown disappearing into a smile as I still held his cheeks in my hands. His hand reached up, touching mine as he smiled down at me as well,

"If this is how it's suppose to go then... I think I'd be okay with it," I whispered out, pulling him in for yet another kiss, letting everything in me just fade away as, for once, it was almost as if I couldn't hear or feel anything else besides the one I loved in front of me; Dabi.

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