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The League of Villains is fighting with a group of Pro heroes and some students of 1-A as per the fucking norm at this point.
Dabi is concentrating his efforts on the pros, actively avoiding the students having no interest in fighting them, that’s more Shigaraki’s deal than his. Plus, he is not about hurting kids… kidnap them yeah, (but he was ordered to do that) burn a forest around them to flush them out yeah, (also ordered to do that) scare them fuck out of them (who doesn't like scaring people?) yeah but never, NEVER, actually hurt them.
He’s not a child abuser. And Fuck anyone who thinks otherwise.
He has his hand up to throw a blast at an unsuspecting hero whose back is to him when he hears one of the students yell out in pain and quickly followed by the green-haired kid calling out “Kacchan!!” He turned towards the first sound seeing one of the many goons they got with them leave the Bakugou kid on the ground bleeding heavily from a knife wound to the abdomen.
Ice blue eyes widen slightly and he’s moving before he even fully registers what is happening or about to happen as he sees Endeavor prepare for an attack.
The flame hero doesn't see the fallen student in his attack path and if he does, he sure as hell doesn't act as if he cares.
Dabi's feet kick up dust as he slides to a stop, dropping immediately to cover Bakugou with his whole body and a hand in blond hair to keep him down as bright flames erupt over them. He feels his jacket and shirt burn away under the flames, feels the staples on his back heat up from the fire that is not his own and burns into the healthy skin they are attached to, and he grits his teeth to the pain because like hell was he going to move and let those flames hit the kid below him.
“Fuck! Stop!” He yells curling himself over the young hero even more as Bakugou tries to move. Half at the moving teen and half at the flame hero who was still sending flames out. “You’ll die if his flames touch you!” He yells as the fire doesn’t let up making the teen freeze under him as realization hit him that the Villain wasn’t trying to hurt him but to save him.
Dabi squeezes his eyes shut in pain as healthy skin begins to burn and he thinks he blacks out for a moment or two or maybe more than that because the next thing he knows he is hearing yells of “Don’t fucking touch him!” “Stay back!” “He was protecting him!” “Back off man!” “You might want to rethink moving closer!” “Don’t think we won’t hurt you, dudes!”
He groans and shifts careful of his back feeling the skin pull and tighten as he tries to get up. He is caught around the waist by a strong arm, and he nearly flinches back seeing bright red hair before he recognizes the hardening quirk kid.
“Careful man, you got burned pretty badly…” the kid is saying to him, but it doesn't fully register in his head as he looks around seeing the students of 1-A that were in the fight surround him in a tight circle. But they are not poised to attack him; they are facing away from and towards the pro heroes who were nearby. Pros who are incredibly angry-looking.
“The fuck are you doing?” He asks the kids looking at them in disbelief. /They cannot really be doing this. Right? /
“You protected one of ours.” He hears behind him a girl’s voice and when he cranes his neck, he sees brown hair. The zero-gravity girl.
“So, we’re protecting you.” He hears to the side of him the electric quirk user.
“Even from these fuckers.” That’s Bakugou, who seems to not be bleeding anymore thankfully, in front of him with the green-haired kid. Both have snarls on their faces that he was silently glad he’s not on the receiving end of as the heroes try to get closer.
“Besides…” blue eyes snap to his open side seeing the youngest Todoroki glaring fully at his father. “That is what family does right? Protect each other?” His voice is low so that only Dabi and the tight ring of hero hopefuls can hear him.
“S-Shouto?”
“Don’t worry Touya we’ve got you covered.”
“You kids are fucking nuts.”