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- also earlier -

"Wake up, sleepy head."

Dabi groaned and lazily rubbed his rugged jawline. He was still in the crusty bastard's room. With (Y/N)?

She lay next to him on the bed with a sickly sweet smile on her face. It was too endearing, especially since, last he remembered, she just punched him in the face.

"Wanna mess around, daddy," (Y/N) wiggled her eyebrows.

He growled and rolled on top of her. Instead of struggling she just giggled and put her hands above her head in submission, "Don't be gentle, okay?"

Dabi grabbed her by the throat, "I know it's you."

"What do you mean?" (Y/N) blinked innocently, "I just want you to punish me for being such a naughty girl."

Dabi tightened his grip, making a croaking sound escape her lips. He lowered himself until he was an inch away from her lips, "You couldn't handle me, you psychotic little bitch."

Toga's face, still impersonating yours, relaxed and she whined, "What gave me away?"

"Were you even trying?" He scoffed, "She'd put up a little fight at least."

"You're such a sadist, Dabi. I can do whatever you want her to," she giggled, "Just tell me. Do you want her to scream? Cry? Beg you to stop. I bet you'd like that wouldn't you?"

He shook the images from his mind, "You're wasting her blood by playing games."

"She's with us now. I can restock anytime!"

"It's a waste," he repeated.

"Not if you take advantage of it," Toga's eyes lit up, and her gaze dropped a little lower, "Wow. You really like her, don't ya? Is she your crush? She's mine too!"

Dabi rolled his eyes and pushed off the bed, "Where is she?"

"If you want her, I got her right here," she slid the top of her copied costume you were wearing off. Seeing Toga nude during transformations wasn't uncommon for the League, but Dabi was looking at your anatomy.

Dabi said nothing but didn't shy away from checking out your breasts. He scoffed with a small grin on his face, "I asked you a question."

"I just wanna help you out," she strut over to stand in front of him, tempting him to touch, "Shiggy basically called dibs so I figured you could take your frustrations out on the next best (Y/N)."

Dibs?

Dabi's cool eyes glared, but it only caused Toga to laugh some more, "Oh, come on! We're villains for a reason, right? So we can do whatever we want!" Plus, (Y/N) is totally cute! I wish I could be her forever!"

He had to admit. The offer was the tiniest bit tempting. Dabi let his eyes devour your body, and memorize every inch of flesh he wanted to corrupt. But, it was still Toga, so he couldn't quite stomach it.

Dabi tried to ignore Toga flaunting you in front of him, and recall the last memories he had before he blacked out. You were trying to scare him and get the upper hand. It didn't work, so much, but it was humorous watching you attempt.

But something did scare you. You were worried about something just before you hit him...

"Oh, fuck," Dabi stormed out of the room.

Toga blinked, "Okay? I really tried - my efforts could at least be appreciated!"

"Shut up, stupid!" He called back, "Heroes are coming!"

Shinso has to be here.

Trap or not, you had to face whatever lay ahead. You thought about getting Shinso safely home. Seeing Midnight again. And Monarch. You wanted to see your friends - the only friends who accepted you and your quirk.

If All Might were here he wouldn't stop. He wouldn't hide in fear. Not when someone needed him. If you wanted to become a hero...

Now was the time!

You tightened the rope holding your robe together. No weapon. No quirk. No clothes. But what the hell?

Hang in there, Hitoshi. You're going to make it home.

Because I am here!

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You really thought that line would make you feel better.

The opened door brought you to a wide hallway. More portraits hung on the walls which you took kindly to ignore. It was like walking through a haunted house. Everything was dim. The hallway lights simply illuminated the photography and not much else.

Further down, the hallway was lined with doors. You had no idea where to go so any door worked, so long as you didn't get caught.

The first door looked safe enough. You slipped through, sticking close to the walls. It looked like an upscale entertainment room - like he was having the queen over for tea instead of carving up his guests. This guy must be loaded to have such lavish rooms and furniture.

How does a villain come into so much money? Just from stealing? The only villains you were used to were young thugs like Tomura, although, he seemed to have a large influence.

After a glance around, still no sign of Shinso, you turned to leave. But you stopped when you noticed suspicious red curtains. They hung as if welcoming you to a grand stage.

What you really hoped for was a window with a short drop - some hope of a quick getaway. You continued to walk tenderly so as to not make a sound and pulled back one of the drapes. Another room!

Fear froze you for a moment. The secret room was even darker than the piano room. Ominous red lightbulbs illuminated a sink that had a long string line with photos hanging above it. There was an odd, musky smell you couldn't quite distinguish, but assumed it had to do with any chemicals that developed the photos.

Everything inside you told you to run, but you wanted to figure out more about your opponent. Go through his personal stuff - since he welcomed himself to yours, and some!

The images were mostly of someone cut up or decapitated, like the photos you would see on a crime show. You thought you were going to be sick again, but luckily you found some normal ones too. And by normal you meant less bloody and more stalker-ish.

The many, MANY photos of you.

It was as you feared. There were photos of you from school. Out on the town. Even some from the sports festival...

He was at the party following the festival too? Just who was this guy?! You asked yourself after seeing yourself in your fancy dress again.

You had your fill of all that, but the nightmare was far from over. A shrine on a separate wall had all the articles ever written about you, stuck to it like a giant collage.

You paused. Didn't Aizawa mention the name of the journalist? An alias. All those horrible misjudgments about you and Shinso were all here, like trophies. Stefano was under your nose this entire time...

As you glanced through the articles, something else troubled you a lot more than it should have. Shigaraki hired this man to follow you - that's what he said anyway. Looking at the evidence in your face, you had to believe Tomura organized your media demise.

It shouldn't surprise you. Part of you already suspected he had something to do with it. Why then did you wish you had been wrong?

"Is our little lamb lost?"

Stefano's voice cooed from the first room you entered. Your blood ran cold. You knew he wouldn't be far behind, or ahead, but you hoped to avoid him for longer.

"You shouldn't get carried away, my dear," his voice felt like it was all around you, but you kept a close eye on his shadow's movements from the next room, "I can't have you touching anything you aren't supposed to."

This secret room you were in was probably a dead end, but to your great relief, you saw that it extended passed the sink. A door waited for you at the end, hiding next to a bunch of metal shelves storing junk and supplies.

You ran towards it, crossing your fingers it wasn't a closet.

"Little lamb?"

You ripped the door open. Yes! Not a closet! But before you went through, you shoved one of the shelves forward until it came crashing down. It wasn't much of a barricade but it could slow someone down.

"Really, now? This rebellious behavior has gone far enough!"

He saw you. You saw him. He stood at the entrance by the curtains and you by your next escape route. Stefano looked displeased by the mess you made and reached up to remove the bangs from his eyes.

One of his sockets didn't hold an eyeball at all, but from this distance, you weren't quite sure what it was. All you knew was that it was glowing.

And that you didn't know his quirk.

Before he could manifest any kind of special ability, you darted through the door. Was he a robot? Did he have laser eyes? Or eye.

Now you were in a room with a staircase. The sound of a grandfather clock was deafening - or that was your sanity taking a plummet. From all the horror movies you and Shinso watched, staircases always meant death. In fact, you scolded the dumb girls who ran screaming up the second floor.

So, taking your own advice, you pulled open the two-way doors next to the staircase. They could've been patio doors leading you to the safe outdoors, but the small windows to let you see the other side were completely dark.

As you ran inside, closing the doors behind you, a bright, overhead light clicked on, triggered by your presence.

One set off more. And more. Each overhead light lit up some new, horrific "masterpiece." You gulped. These weren't just photos now. The putrid, sour smell confirmed that what you were looking at was the real thing.

Sculptures. The original models for Valentini's pictures were all on display, in a museum or gallery. What was worse, each had a person's name labeled with a gold plaque. The bodies somehow hadn't started rotting yet, granted some looked fresher than others. The room was cold but not an ice chest.

At the very end, the final piece of art took your breath away. Not in a good way...

Your knees almost gave out. How many had to die to make this? Below it was just a pile of limbs. Stefano took the time to not only remove everyone's head but string them up to make a high, dimensional display.

Your stomach lurched, but you were able to keep it down this time. It felt like a dream or a nightmare. This shouldn't exist. The level of evil someone had to reach to be able to do this was beyond your comprehension.

You left your hand over your mouth, just in case. The hope you had for Shinso was slowly slipping away, but you clung to it like that was the only thing keeping him alive.

The doors behind you were opening. Your legs carried you faster than they ever had before - without your quirk that is. You passed every corpse, every mangled body, and could hear their pained cries echoing in your head.

Out of breath, you slammed your body into the next door you could find, labeled "Into the Mind." This time, your legs did give out.

"Shin...so?" You uttered between heavy breaths.

A flash blinded you. When you shook the stars out of your vision you noticed several tripods had been stationed in a circle. All surrounding Shinso.

He was in the center of the room in nothing but compression shorts. His arms were held up by wires and he stood in an almost cross formation. The same wire wrapped around his stomach and chest and held up his neck. You could see his legs were shaking and his mouth was covered in a gag.

"Shinso!" You cried. Why didn't he try getting out of this? He didn't have a powerhouse quirk but he was plenty strong.

When you reached him, the situation became clearer. He couldn't move. Not without ripping his skin open first.

"Razor wire..." you muttered, feeling the deadly sting holding onto your friend. You barely touched it but when you retreated your finger showed a spec of blood.

His bare chest was red and bloody beneath the wires. How long had he been like this? The wires were attached to hooks on the walls.

Shinso looked paler than usual. Ghostly. Sickly. The bags under his eyes were a deeper purple than his hair. He didn't react much when you spoke, but you could see he was focusing on breathing and keeping himself standing.

When you went to untie his gag, he grunted in protest. You tried to hold the tears back and to calm your trembling fingers, so that he knew you were here for him, and to not be scared, "I'm going to take this off, okay?"

Shinso's bloodshot eyes looked up at you, with a great straining effort. His gaze told you to stop.

That's when you saw a faint, blinking red light coming from beneath his gag.

Are you fucking kidding me..?!

"No touching!"

Shinso's eyes widened along with yours. You whipped your head around, and then the strangest feeling took over you. Everything froze. Well, not everything, just you. Your hair that followed the direction your head turned was caught midair. Your eyes couldn't look away from Stefano, whose glowing eye was focused on you.

I can't move... I'm not even sure I'm breathing!

Stefano took his time, clacking his dress shoes towards you. His smile made you want to kick his teeth in.

"It's a good thing I found you, just in time," he said, a knife appeared from his sleeve and he twirled them tip against his gloved finger, "You could've ruined the whole piece!"

Son of a bitch! You shouted internally.

"What's this," Stefano paused just in front of you, "This expression..."

He brought the knife up and swiftly moved to stab your eye. The sharp metal stopped just before piercing your pupil. Stefano chuckled as if it was a casual joke. He bit his bottom lip and guided the knife against your cheek.

"Fear radiates from you..." you weren't sure he was even speaking to you directly. It seemed like he was trapped in his own fantasy, "It's beautiful. But not yet finished. I am Stefano. And you two are my art."

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