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One thing Izuku discovers, and is fascinated by, is Dabi’s Quirk.
On that note, training with Dabi is also extremely hard due to living almost half a year without any actual exercise and recovering from two broken bones.
Dabi doesn’t push him that hard, actually, it’s just that Izuku’s stamina has lowered too much in the time he’s been recovering. And that Dabi smirks at him infuriatingly whenever Izuku seems to get tired and Izuku’s not going to let the admittedly-asshole lord this over him, no matter how much he’d helped him from dying.
Izuku follows the loose training regime Dabi’s prepared for him - half of the week at Dagobah beach, and the other half at an old abandoned factory to teach him how to fight. He lets Izuku off for one day, and even then Izuku spends half the day practicing by himself.
The first time Dabi took him out, he had shoved an old hoodie into Izuku’s arms, saying that he needed to attract as little attention to himself as possible. Dabi also warns Izuku to be careful, since anyone could recognize him as he isn’t really hard to notice.
Izuku takes the days off to wander around, visiting his old haunts, the old hoodie (probably Dabi’s) covering most of his face from view. Generally, he looks like a normal anti-social/emo teenager, and that isn’t really going to raise suspicion.
Dabi also makes sure to supply all his food and meals regularly - though he still won’t tell Izuku where he gets the food - and generally makes sure that Izuku’s healthy.
Though - he hasn’t seen Dabi sleep since that one time they fell asleep together.
Izuku decides to bring up the issue with Dabi when they’re eating one day.
‘Where do you sleep?’
The question earns him a raised eyebrow and a quirk of Dabi’s lips, ‘Why?’
Looking down at his bowl of rice, Izuku shrugs, ‘You’re always out when I’m sleeping, and I haven’t seen you sleeping since that one time.’
Dabi doesn’t answer for a few minutes, the both of them eating in silence as the TV drones on in the background.
Finally, Dabi sighs, and says, ‘I feel uncomfortable.’
Izuku tilts his head of the side to look at Dabi, but doesn’t say anything, his silence alone prompting Dabi to continue his answer.
‘I feel vulnerable. My mom was the only one who slept with me.’
Izuku’s eyes widen - so all the nights he was being comfortable, Dabi wasn’t sleeping? Oh god, he feels so terrible -
Dabi sighs again, though this time it sounds more amused than annoyed, and tells him, ‘I was staying with a friend. She has a extra guest room, so it’s fine for her.’
Izuku’s eyebrow quirk up, but Dabi’s answering before he even has the time for opening his mouth.
‘No, I am not introducing you two, she’s insane enough already without meeting you,’ Dabi huffs.
Izuku pouts.
‘Knock it off, kid.’
Izuku first discovers Dabi’s Quirk during their training session, laying on the floor with sweaty dripping from almost every part of his body.
‘Can you finally show me your Quirk?’ Izuku rasps out, arms hanging like noodles as he tries to support himself up onto his knees. Fail.
‘Since you’ve been a good student,’ Dabi practically purrs, sitting on a ruined metal contraption that Izuku isn’t really sure he wants to know the name of, ‘I don’t see why not.’
‘Thank god,’ Izuku sighs, flopping over onto his back as Dabi approaches him and sits beside him, cross-legged.
Dabi chuckles, but doesn’t say anything more until Izuku sits up, groaning at the strain in his shoulders and legs. When Izuku’s paying him full attention, Dabi opens his palm, and creates a blue flame over it.
‘Woah,’ Izuku says, eyes wide as he bends a little closer to examine the flame. It’s pretty, like a small ball of blue light, hovering just above Dabi’s palm.
He doesn’t even know he’s reaching a hand out to touch it, until Dabi’s hand suddenly grasps his wrist. ‘Be careful,’ Dabi says easily, breaking Izuku out of his trance, ‘It’s hotter than normal flames.’
Izuku nods, tearing his eyes away from the flame as he looks up at Dabi.
The taller has a smirk on his face, and Izuku huffs as he says, ‘I want to see you fight.’
Dabi raises his eyebrows, and asks, ‘What, haven’t you had enough of your ass getting kicked?’
Izuku aims a powerless punch at Dabi’s shoulder, at which the villain only laughs, and says, ‘You know what I meant, asshole.’
‘Are you sure kids like you are supposed to swear?’
‘Fuck off.’
The reporter on the screen is saying something about UA students and teachers - when Izuku tells Dabi, ‘I want to join the League of Villains.’
Dabi doesn’t look up from the book he’s reading, but he does nod and say, ‘Okay.’
(There’s in unspoken mutual agreement that I won’t push my beliefs onto you and you won’t push your beliefs onto me.)
Dabi kicks him out for being a coward and postponing meeting with the League.
‘I’m not going to let you in until someone from the League has signed a paper saying that you joined up with them,’ Dabi tells him, then promptly shuts the door on Izuku’s face.
Rude.
And, like that, Izuku’s left to wander the streets, mind clicking away at the possibilities of joining the League that actual moment.
‘Fucking asshole,’ Izuku mutters, yelping as a rat skitters across the street he’s walking on.
He’s already acquired the address of the place the League is currently situated in - having asked an underground villain who was happy to tell him in exchange for his knowledge about a random hero - and slowly, as he’s lost in his thoughts, Izuku’s feet take him there out of their own will.
Izuku stops outside of an old, run-down bar, sign damaged, hand coming up to knock on the old wooden door, and stops just before his hand hits the wood.
Steeling himself, Izuku takes a deep breath; his hand uncurls from a fist, and Izuku pushes the door open with more force than is really necessary, and steps inside.
Inside, there are two people.
Izuku doesn’t really know what he’s expected, but a warped-like person and another with hands on his face and all over his arms isn’t really it.
Nobody speaks for a long moment.
Izuku knows how he must look - a short high-school age guy with a ratty hoodie, ripped jeans (courtesy of Dabi, again) and his signature red shoes - which are actually the most outstanding things on him. He could be mistaken for a lost, wandering kid trying to get home.
And the people at the bar don’t really seem that bad - maybe some people with more apparent Quirks than others.
Finally, somebody speaks - Izuku isn’t really sure who, seeing as that the warp guy doesn’t seem to have any facial features except for two yellow eyes and the hand-covering-his-face-guy has a, y’know, hand covering his face.
‘Are you lost?’
Izuku takes a deep breath.
‘No.’
‘Then?’
‘I want to join the League of Villains.’
They both become wary of him - Izuku can tell by the way their shoulders seem to tense up, even though it’s the tiniest amount that a person wouldn’t notice if they weren’t looking for it.
Izuku’s quick to reassure them. ‘I’m not here under any hero’s orders, or to be a spy. You can ask me anything and I’ll answer anything you ask truthfully.’
They seem to consider it for a moment, then the warp guy gestures to a seat at the bar.
Izuku gulps, sitting down at the chair beside the hand guy.
He’s pretty sure that the warp guy is the one who’s speaking. For a second, the guy with the hands looks like he wants to reach out and do something terrible to Izuku, but the warp guy says something that Izuku doesn’t quite catch.
‘Sorry, what?’
The guy’s voice definitely sounds amused as he says, for the second time probably, ‘I’m Kurogiri. This - ‘ gesturing to the hand villain, - ‘is Shigaraki.’
Izuku nods, looking around and carefully taking in his surroundings. It’s neat, actually - as neat as a bar run by villains can be - with only a few splintered pieces of wood in the corner.
Wiping a glass, Kurogiri takes a bottle off the shelf, pouring in a glass with a dark liquid, and pushes it towards Izuku.
Izuku murmurs a ‘Thank you’ and takes the glass, drinking it slowly. It’s cola (surprisingly).
The hand guy snorts, but he doesn’t say anything as Izuku sets the glass down on the counter.
‘Okay,’ Kurogiri says, ‘First question - who are you?’
‘Midoriya Izuku.’
The hand guy interrupts, ‘That kid who committed suicide some months ago?’
‘Yes. Someone found me, and took care of me.’
Kurogiri continues, ‘Age, people who can recognize you, and Quirk.’
Izuku’s heart rate picks up - this was the part he’d feared the most - and says, trying to sound as calm as possible, ‘Sixteen, I don’t have any people who recognize me except for one person and my mom, Quirkless.’
He can almost feel the surprise radiating from the two as he stares down at his hands, squirming in his seat as two pairs of gazes land on him and continue to stare.
‘Is that your reason for wanting o join?’ Kurogiri asks, a few seconds later.
Izuku shakes his head, looking up once again at the villain as he says, ‘I want to join because the system isn’t fair. Even those with less powerful quirks are ridiculed by the people with stronger once. I was bullied because of it.’
Kurogiri and Shigaraki look at each other, sharing a conspiring glance as Izuku tries not to fidget in his seat.
‘You are aware that some people could find out your identity?’ Kurogiri asks at last.
‘Yes.’
‘And that you might be forced to take other people’s lives?’
‘Yes.’
‘Even if you decide to quit, you are aware that you will be hunted down by any villain or hero alike?’
‘Yes.’
Both the villains study him for a moment, then Kurogiri says, ‘Very well.’
Izuku takes that as a confirmation of his joining, but he remembers something just as he’s opening the door.
‘Wait!’
Both the villains turn to him where they’re having a quiet conversation, and Izuku blushes at himself, out of pure embarrassment.
‘Could you guys sign something for me?’
(When Dabi opens the door, Izuku shoves the paper in his face.)
As Izuku doesn’t own a phone, Kurogiri had told him to come back a week later, as they were planning for some kind of attack - it was very vague, Izuku could barely know as much as he wanted to - and they could put Izuku’s loyalty, usefulness and thinking skills to test there.
Nevertheless, he’s hopeful. Excited, even.
And Dabi also says he’s acting like he’s an overexcited child, but that’s beside the point.
One night, Dabi tells Izuku, ‘I want you to follow me tomorrow.’
Izuku tilts his head to the side, ‘Where?’
‘I’m going to show you how to kill someone.’
Izuku can’t stop shaking, so much that Dabi threatens to set fire to him.
To be fair, it isn’t really his fault.
Dabi rolling his eyes says otherwise, but Izuku can allow himself to be nervous for his first actual/lesson killing, alright?
His companion does give him time to prepare - at least he’d been considerate of Izuku in that part - and had handed two files of paper to him.
Both of them are of heroes Izuku’s heard once or twice of before, both with body-type Quirks, and both clearly working to gain fame and money. Mostly the latter.
Izuku studies as much as he can of them, leafing through news channels and remembering every fact he can from his old notebooks.
On the evening they’re supposed to go out, Dabi arrives back home with a large cupboard box, setting it down onto the floor and gesturing for Izuku to join him once he sits down.
Once they’re both sat on the floor, Izuku looks at Dabi in curiosity, until Dabi produces a paper knife out of nowhere and cuts the box open.
Izuku watches as Dabi takes out what looks like a bundle of fabric and tosses it to him. He manages to catch it, and Izuku holds it up to unravel the cloth.
And gapes at what he sees.
It’s a dark green jumpsuit - suited for fighting and for wear and tear - with no sleeves and a hood, to cover his face, Izuku guesses.
‘Go try it on,’ Dabi urges him, a small smile on his face as Izuku scrambles up to rush to the bathroom.
The suit fits really snugly, Izuku thinks as he surveys himself in the mirror. It looks nice on him too. It’s tight around his whole body, but the fabric can be stretched a lot - it just clings to his skin for the most part.
When he walks back into the room, Dabi wolf-whistles at him.
‘Fuck off,’ Izuku says good-naturedly and sits back down, holding out his arms, ‘What about for my arms?’
Dabi smirks and throws something else at him.
This time, when Izuku unfolds it, it turns out to be a pair of sleeveless gloves, the tops’ insides sewn with leather pockets, and goes up past his elbows.
When he tries them on, Izuku finds that they’re fingerless gloves, and that they’re also pretty comfortable.
‘What’re the holes for?’ Izuku asks, reaching a finger to tug at the pockets.
Dabi smirks again, and tells him, ‘You’ll see.’
With that, he removes the upper layer, revealing an array of knifes and daggers underneath.
Izuku can only stare, speechless.
Taking a small knife out, Dabi tosses it to Izuku, who barely manages to catch it, and says, ‘Try putting it inside.’
Realization dawns on him, as he takes the knife and carefully stuffs it in one of the leather pockets. ‘Wow,’ Izuku whispers, breath coming out reverently at the sight of such a perfect costume, tailored just for him.
Dabi’s eyes are laughing at him - Izuku can tell - as he reaches in the box to pull out another contraption.
This one is a pair of circular wristbands, black and shiny - Izuku can tell it’s made of a special kind of material and probably electronic - and he obeys as Dabi tells him to hold out his wrists.
While clasping it securely around his wrist, Dabi explains, ‘The left side is a transmitter. You can use it to communicate with me or any other radio line you can think of or interfere with.’ Izuku nods.
‘The right side isn’t programmed to do anything yet, but - ‘ he presses one of the many buttons on the side - ‘There are special features in some of them.’ Izuku watches as shuriken-like blades extend from the bracelet - which would be a pretty good weapon for cutting ropes or in case he gets too close to someone.
Izuku watches in awe as Dabi turns his wrist over and points to another button, and says, ‘That is connected to this - ‘ taking out a dagger that’s bigger than the one up his glove-sleeve - ‘this, can turn into two smaller blades or one large blade.’ Pressing the dagger into Izuku’s hand, Dabi says, ‘Try it.’
Izuku does, eyes widening as he presses the button again and again, the blades forming and breaking down as he controls it.
Dabi continues, ‘You can configure everything else later, but you probably won’t need anything else for our mission tonight.’
Izuku nods, watching as Dabi says, ‘One last thing,’ and pulls out a belt with multiple pockets, making Izuku put it on and adjust it before taking out a packet of small circles.
‘Put these in your pocket,’ Dabi instructs, ‘They’re smoke bombs in case of an emergency.’
Izuku takes them as Dabi stands up and heads to the door. ‘We’ll be leaving in a few hours,’ he tells him, ‘Prepare yourself.’
Izuku murmurs an agreement, but raises his voice as Dabi reaches the door.
‘Dabi?’
Said person turns to look at him, eyebrow raising in equivalent to a question.
‘Thank you.’
Dabi smirks, and shuts the door behind him.
When they’re running across a rooftop, Izuku asks, ‘How did you get this made for me?’
Dabi grunts, ‘I called in some favors, kid. Don’t think too much about it. I’m not going to have you die after months of healing you.’
Izuku laughs, jumping and rolling across another rooftop as Dabi leads him.
A few minutes later (Izuku isn’t tired at this point - his training with Dabi had made sure of that), Dabi finally stops, crouching on a slanted rooftop as he looks at a warehouse.
‘Is this the place?’ Izuku whispers, heart beating fast, and it sure as hell isn’t from all the running.
Dabi nods mutely, eyes narrowing as a figure exits the place. If Izuku hadn’t seen him before, he’d assume that the person was just a normal guy going out for some drinks.
Dabi gestures to him, and Izuku nods before jumping from the thankfully-not-very-high-building onto a low hanging balcony, and from there to the ground.
Dabi follows soon after, using his Quirk to break his fall as Izuku silently comes to stand beside him.
When Dabi goes to the front door, he instructs Izuku, ‘I’ll kill the one here, and when the other one comes back I want you to kill him. Okay?’
Izuku nods, heart beating excitedly as he watches Dabi melt the lock, and open the door quietly, following after him as he steps into the warehouse.
A voice greets them as they close the door. ‘Hey, dude, back already? I thought you would take longer - ‘
His voice fizzles out as he rounds the corner, where he probably expects to see his partner but instead sees a wicked-looking guy with a school-aged teenager beside him.
Izuku takes a step back as Dabi sparks his Quirk to life, barreling towards the man, who, almost surprisingly, dodges pretty fast for a wannabe-hero. But that isn’t to say Dabi isn’t fast either.
The guy’s Quirk is cat-like qualities, Izuku remembers, but it almost seems like he’s too overwhelmed and taken by surprise as Dabi sends blow after blow of blue fire in his direction.
He regains his momentum pretty quickly, though, and manages to land a blow, sending Dabi reeling back a bit.
Even though they’re both ‘professionals’, so to speak, the fight is over quickly, and Dabi lands the final blow with a pocket knife into the man’s heart.
In a few seconds, everything’s quiet aside from Dabi’s breathing. Izuku carefully pads over to the now-corpse, taking care not to get blood on his shoes as he kneels down to examine the guy.
Dabi lets him be, turning the corner and presumably search for anything that might be of importance.
Izuku busies himself with checking over the person.
A few minutes later, the door opens, and a face with a thin, gaunt guy steps into the room, eyes wide as he takes in the dead body of his friend and the kid kneeling next to it - and surprisingly free of any blood.
‘Hi,’ Izuku says, standing up and brushing himself off.
Almost as if on reflex, the guy murmurs a ‘hello’.
Izuku grins, sliding one knife out of his sleeve.
Heart beating fast, Izuku lunges towards the hero, taking him by surprise and managing to nick his arm. The man staggers backwards, holding his arm. Izuku doesn’t give the man time to recover, reaching forward and taking hold of his neck, slamming him into the wall and kicking the door closed behind him.
He’s holding the knife with his left arm, but he uses it anyway to drive it into the man’s neck.
Izuku sends all the power he can to hold the man as he struggles, feet just a few inches above the ground as the kick widely in an attempt to try and break free.
As the man gasps out a final breath, Izuku smiles.
Time seems to stop for a moment, as the blood trickles out from between his fingers, dripping to the floor in a steady tap-tap-tap.
Then Izuku comes back to reality.
Steps back.
Grins.
He feels alive. Exhilarated.
He lets go of him, letting the guy sag from the wall as the knife lodges itself in his throat and somehow manages to pin him to the wall.
Somebody claps behind him, and Izuku doesn’t have to turn around to see it’s Dabi, smiling that equal parts sadistic and sarcastic smile that Izuku hates and loves at the same time.
Finally turning around to face Dabi, Izuku says, in lieu of a greeting, ‘You missed the best part.’
Dabi tilts his head of the side, grins.
‘Don’t get cocky. This is only your first kill.’
Izuku smiles back at him, stepping around the puddle of blood that’s slowly forming at the guy’s feet. A lost cause, really, when his fingers are coated in that stuff.
‘Done?’
Izuku nods, hand not coated with blood coming up to reach for the doorknob. He stops.
Dabi raises an eyebrow, ‘Well?’
The grin returns to Izuku’s face twofold, and he steps back, bending down to dip a finger in the blood. He straightens, raising his hand up to draw a smiley face with two crosses for eyes on the wall.
Stands back, observes his work. A good look, in his opinion, for his first time killing.
Turning back to Dabi, who’s smiling at him, Izuku takes out a packet of tissues from his pockets, cleans his fingers, going to stand beside Dabi as soon as he’s finished.
‘Let’s go home.’
Once they’re back, Dabi asks, ‘How was it?’
‘Fun,’ Izuku replies, toying with his bracelet.
When Dabi stays quiet, he elaborates, ‘I felt alive.’
He doesn’t need to say more for Dabi to get it, and the taller nods as Izuku takes off his suit and changes into a loose t-shirt and boxers to sleep in.
‘Hey,’ Izuku calls, just as Dabi’s turning the doorknob.
‘Hm?’
‘If you want,’ Izuku gulps, ‘you can sleep with me?’ He inwardly cringes as soon as the words leave his mouth, but Dabi seems to take pleasure in his discomfort at times like this, so Izuku tries not to let it show outwardly.
Dabi chuckles, but shakes his head. ‘No.’
He lets himself linger for a moment, though, at the door, and quietly says, ‘Thanks for asking, though. I have something else to do tonight.’
Izuku trudges back to the run-down bar a week later.
There, same as the previous time, Shigaraki and Kurogiri are the only ones there, though this time, they immediately acknowledge him as soon as he steps inside, arms still tired from his latest mission.
‘Kurogiri-san, Shigaraki-san,’ he greets as he slips onto one of the chairs, letting his bag fall to the floor.
‘Midoriya,’ they both say together - which in all honestly is a bit creepy - and Kurogiri slides a cup across the counter, which Izuku gratefully takes and gulps down.
Once he sets the cup down, Shigaraki clears his throat. ‘So, kid,’ he starts, ‘How’s your intel on heroes?’
‘Pretty good,’ Izuku answers, finding it a bit hard to figure out where to look at Shigaraki when he’s all covered up - at least Kurogiri has eye-holes - ‘I admired them a lot when I was younger, so I observed them as much as I could.’
Shigaraki turns his head away, almost nodding to himself as he asks, ‘Do you know Eraserhead and Space Hero?’
‘Eraserhead - underground hero. Quirk - Erasure. Can deactivate others’ Quirks when he’s looking at them. Better suited for one-on-one combat, but can fight large groups as well. Real name Aizawa Shouta. He’s a teacher at UA,’ Izuku recites off the top of his head, ‘Space Hero - rescue hero. Quirk - Black Hole. Can suck things, just as a black hole does. Suited to defense and protection. Real name Thirteen. A faculty member at UA.’
Izuku can tell that they’re surprised, by the way everything suddenly goes silent after he finishes talking.
Then Shigaraki and Kurogiri look at each other - almost conspiring - and have that ‘silent conversation’ thing Izuku’s gotten pretty good at reading most of the time.
He could be useful.
Of course. The kid looks like he’s observant and quick.
Izuku smiles at them when they turn back to him.
‘Well,’ Shigaraki says at length, ‘We’ll tell you what we’re going to do.’
Izuku nods, leaning closer as Kurogiri reaches under the bar and takes out a sheaf of papers.
Shigaraki spreads them, and Izuku notices that he takes care not to let all of his fingers touch the paper.
‘We’ll be attacking UA sometime after the school opens,’ Kurogiri explains, ‘We have no plans set in stone, but there’s going to be a rescue practice in one of their facilities. We want to attack when the hero class is there.’
Izuku nods, taking a paper about the USJ - as it’s named - and looking through the floor plans and ground types.
It could be done to cause panic and chaos, Izuku muses. Mass confusion and mistrust. Potentially heavily injure one of the heroes or students, he thinks as he reaches for another set of papers. These show in detail each Part of the USJ, and Izuku lets himself get lost in his thoughts as he figures out a plan to attack with the least casualties and most damage.
Send students with fire or earth Quirks to the water areas, he thinks, and some random students who don’t work together to some random places. Assuming Kurogiri’s warp can portal them inside, everyone attacking would have a better chance of being surprised.
Izuku’s broken out of his thoughts when a sharp chuckle sounds next to him, and he whips his head around to see that both Shigaraki and Kurogiri seem to be laughing at him.
‘What?’
‘You do know that you mutter when you talk, right?’
Ah. Oops.
Izuku laughs a bit, and shrugs.
So that become his usual routine. The League - Kurogiri, basically - assigns him to find out as much as he can about the UA students once they’re chosen, and Izuku continues to go on sprees with Dabi on random nights.
It’s fun - as fun as being a ‘villain’ can be, Izuku guesses.
One day, close to the school opening, Dabi doesn’t leave when he’s supposed to - when Izuku’s going to go to sleep.
It’s around midnight - Izuku can survive on four hours of sleep now apparently - and he’s switching off the TV when he notices Dabi isn’t getting up and preparing to leave like he usual is.
‘Dabi?’ Izuku questions, walking over to where Dabi’s sat on the couch.
The taller has closed his eyes, and for a moment Izuku thinks that he’s fallen asleep. Then his eyes flutter open, and Izuku jerks back, not having realized just how close he was getting to the other.
‘Hey,’ Izuku says, voice suddenly dropping down into a whisper, ‘You okay?’
Dabi blinks a few times, like a lazy cat, before stretching his arms out. ‘Yeah, I’m fine,’ he mutters, standing up so suddenly Izuku doesn’t have time to move back and instead crashes into Dabi’s chest.
It’s basically muscle memory for Dabi to catch him at this point - Izuku’s tripped more times than he can count - but Izuku can still feel the rush of blood in his cheeks as he stares up at Dabi.
Dabi, as usual, smirks down at him, and all Izuku can think about is that Dabi’s way too close right now and fuck, he can probably hear his heart beating really fast. Oh fuck him -
Dabi chuckles then, releasing him and stepping backwards a little bit, traipsing towards the bed, pulling off his shirt and jeans, leaving him in his boxers.
Izuku tries not to stare, but - it isn’t really working. It’s not like Dabi’s that built, but he’s lean and tall, and there are slight muscle definitions that Izuku -
Fuck, he should stop.
Dabi climbs into the bed, rolling over and not saying anything as Izuku climbs in beside him. ‘Is this okay?’ Izuku asks unsurely, lying back a bit cautiously on his back.
Dabi hums, turning to him slowly. As it’s a one-person bed, they’re squished together a bit tightly, but Izuku doesn’t mind the added warmth that Dabi brings with him as he turns as he suddenly hugs him to his chest.
Izuku - somehow - manages to keep his heart from jumping out of his chest.
They don’t say anything more as Izuku squirms a bit to make himself comfortable, eventually ending up being the little spoon as Dabi’s warmth envelops him from behind.
Izuku smiles. He feels safe.