"Mom, why's Dabi here?" Homura asked.

The three people went to the end of a beach, Dabi walking over to a large warehouse.

He went over to a light switch, saying "I bought this place anonymously, so there shouldn't be any trouble. I've also got clearance to let us use our quirks here...."

He flipped it, and they saw a completely open space save for a few tables holding various pieces of training equipment, along with a few support items.

"Happy early birthday, now get to the center of the floor over there, and we'll get started."

Homura went over, sitting down to wait for him. He walked over shortly after, wearing a sleeveless shirt with black shorts.

"Alright, take a fighting stance.... Now!"

She confusingly did as instructed.

"The first part of fighting is to study your opponent. Any and all weaknesses are something you must expose and manipulate, even if it's fighting a little dirty!"

He got into his own stance, thrusting his arm to send a wave of blue flames at her. She dodged to the side, Dabi rushing at her with a closed fist. He punched her in the stomach, effectively knocking the air out of her, causing her to fall over.

"Dabi you fat fuck!" She cursed as she clenched her sides.

"If you intend to fight foes tougher than me with such a feeble resolve, I suggest you give up now!"

She slowly got up, saying "Yeah well you're one to talk! You had your whole life to learn this stuff, and I've never had to fight against villains up until a month ago!"

Dabi sighed, saying "Fair enough. Get back up, and we'll try something else."

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Remember that beach part?

Dabi and Homura were currently at the bottom of one of the shallow parts of the beach.... And Dabi was on fire, underwater.

In a muffled voice he said through his flames "You need to burn hot enough that you create your own air pocket for your head. With your construct abilities I doubt it'll be that hard!"

He was wrong.

Purple flames tried to ignite underwater, but she might as well have been trying to make smoke from an ice cube. She eventually ran out of air, the two sticking their heads out of the water.

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"Alright Homura, let's work on your constructs!"

He mother touched a tree, ripping off a branch.

"First, you imagine what you want, and then create it!"

The construction part was easy.... The part where she had to constantly hold her breath while making the flames and change the colors was the hard part.  She could feel the air leaving her body, as she pushed to make her flames burn hotter.

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"You.... How are you not dead?" Mina asked her when she entered class the next day.

"Coffee, Oreos, and spite. Pure sweat, suffocation, tears, and absolute fucking spite." She responded bitterly as she plopped down into her seat.

Aizawa walked in a moment later, saying "Alright, as you know there was some trouble with the hero killer. Due to this you'll be undergoing some special training in order to defend yourselves against said quirk's abilities. To do this, you'll be sparring with each other in one on one fights. Head to field gamma and I'll explain more."

Homura followed behind the class, too tired to care.

"Kaga, you look like you need more sleep! Rest is rather important for pro heroes-"

The other students turned to see why Iida had stopped, fear spreading so quickly Aizawa turned around. Homura was glaring at Iida, flames running up the sides of her arms, the bags under her eyes and messy hair more noticeable.

"Iida, I will burn you so bad you'll wish you died as a child."

Aizawa took a few steps back.

"Keep moving, your training won't start itself." He said.

Once they arrived, Homura leaned up against a wall, drifting off to sleep....

"HOMURA!"

She shot awake, groaning. She looked to face Mr. Aizawa, seeing the scowl on his face.

"Follow me, Nezu wants to talk." He said dragging her along.

They arrived to the office not that much later, and low and behold-  fucking Endeavor.

"Kaga, how nice to see you. I apologize for pulling you from class on short notice, but I have a few questions for you." Nezu said in his polite voice.

Endeavor scoffed and said "Screw the pleasantries, what do you know about this man?!"

He slammed down a photo, Dabi in his signature black hoodie, scars and all.

".... Never seen him before."

"Lie."

She looked to the side, recognizing the man instantly.

"Detective Tsukauchi, we haven't spoken in a while." Homura said with a smug look.

Oh yes, they knew each other very well.

"Every time you lie, I'll know."

"Bet." Homura said, knowing how many times they've done this game.

"Do you know him?"

"We've met."

Truth.

"Is he dangerous?"

"Oh there's no doubt about that!"

Truth.

"Do you know where he is?"

"Sure."

Truth.

Aizawa sighed, Endeavor making the same motion.

"This is pointless! Just tell us where this villain is! And let me just ask, do you know his real name?!" Endeavor shouted.

"Nope, I know nothing."

Lie.

"She's lying.... She knows who he is." Tsukauchi said slowly.

Nezu smiled, saying "Well, Homura here hasn't tried to purposely harm a student in any way, so I see no reason to continue this interrogation."

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"Dabi, that was too fucking close!" Homura said getting in a black car. A KIA Stinger to be specific.

"Tell me about it, auntie Yuki wouldn't let me leave the house. And here I was thinking I'd have to break out of the damn building."

Homura sighed, saying "Just drive, I don't want to get jumped by a hero or something."

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THIS STORY IS ALIVE!