The Liberation Front didn't seem too concerned about the information I had gathered. Sure, the heroes were a problem, but we vastly outnumbered them. Time was ticking, and Shigaraki would likely return before they had their plans in order.

With that, I gladly returned to what I now considered normal, which was largely made up of having no idea how to spend my days. Only the original members of the League made any time for me, as the others seemed to think I was useless. They weren't exactly wrong, but it made for long, lazy days when everybody else was busy. Dabi tried to include me wherever possible, but he had his own things going on.

For instance, he was currently in a meeting with several other lieutenants, going over possibly strategies for when the time to attack came. Despite me being a lieutenant myself, he had refused to let me attend. That didn't sit right with me.

Today, I couldn't even rely on Mustard to hang out with, as he was adamant on training with some of the other young recruits he had befriended, so I decided the best way to waste my time was to turn into a tabby cat and laze upon one of the window sills on the top floor.

I wish I could contribute more...It sucks I couldn't get any valuable info...

My thoughts were interrupted by a pair of hands scooping me up, and the initial chill of them made me jolt. It took all of a second to realise that it was Geten, but what shocked me even more was that he tucked me into the front of his parka.
"Calm down. I know it's you. You want to be a part of the process, correct?" His voice was so monotone, but I still responded, nodding my fuzzy head beneath his chin.

This is weird, but sure?

"Then stay hidden. I'm doing this because I don't believe you understand who you're fighting for. I don't trust you, or that avian, but if you can accept your lover's actions after this, I may reconsider my view of you." I really had no idea what he was talking about, but curiosity had me in a vice.

Sadly, I was a cat, and we all know what curiosity did to the cat...

It wasn't at all comfortable inside Geten's parka, but for my own sake, I kept silent and still. Once we were in the conference room, voices were muffled, though it wasn't too hard to figure out who was who, especially since the gaps between the buttons parted slightly once Geten sat down, giving me a peek.

"-lly need to rethink your targets, Dabi." Trumpet, one of the members I hadn't really interacted with, sighed from somewhere out of my vision, and Dabi, who was seated almost directly across from us, rolled his eyes.
"Last I checked, I'm a higher rank than you, asshole. I'll go for whoever I feel like."

He's getting mad...Who is he after?

"Dude, he's got a point, Endeavor is kinda..." Spinner started, stretching the last syllable out as he tried to think of a more delicate wording.
"Too strong for you. At least in your current state, Blue Flame." Geten jumped in, the slight vibration of his chest against my back making my position even more uncomfortable.

Dabi glared in our direction, and it hurt to see him visibly upset, though he was hiding it behind fierce agitation.
"Did I ask for anyone's opinion? No. I don't care who any of you lot seek out, I want to kill Endeavor. The fucker pissed me off."

I know you despise him...I do too...but could you really kill your own father..?

There was a lot of back and forth, and it seemed that everybody was against his choice. To me, that wasn't fair. He'd done a lot for the League, now Paranormal Liberation Front, yet they still saw him as a weaker link.
"You can't just cherry pick. We go all out." Skeptic sounded so bored, but that was the usual. My sights remained on my ravonet, and he chewed on the inside of his cheek whilst glaring across the room.
"I never said I wouldn't, you lanky fuck! I'll kill the number one, and anybody who gets in the way of it. Hero or not."

...Or not..?

I knew Dabi was a murderer, and I had accepted that a long time ago, but that was when he had said he only killed for a reason. What reason would there be to kill innocents?
"So, your little lady's friends? You would kill them if they crossed your path?" The moment the question left Geten's mouth, I unsheathed my claws and dug them through his undershirt, but it didn't seem to bother him.

"Did I stutter, Ice Man? If they're not one of us, they're as good as ash." Did I regret coming along to eavesdrop? A little. It was idiotic of me to believe he would give my old friends any special treatment. They were the enemy, after all. Even so, it still made my blood run cold.

The more people spoke and planned, the harder it became to listen. Spiteful comments about who they saw as critical targets, and macabre, detailed suggestions about how they deserved to be killed. By the end of the meeting, my guts had flipped and twisted so badly, it was honestly a miracle I had been able to keep my quirk from deactivating.

Geten kept me stuffed inside his parka until he reached the main kitchen, two floors down, releasing me onto the counter when he was sure nobody was around.
"So, do you still wish to follow your lover into war?" His glare seemed so much more icy through his frosted lashes, and even though it made me feel even worse, I couldn't just ignore his question.

Transforming where I was resulted in me awkwardly kneeling on the countertop, having to duck so I wouldn't hit my head on the cabinets above.
"If they're against us, then they're against us...I chose my path, so if they get in the way of it...then that's just how it is..." As much as I wished to say I couldn't stand the thought of them getting injured, let alone killed, I knew I had to be careful. Geten wasn't one to play around, and if he thought I was a threat, even Dabi likely couldn't save me.

"I will admit, I wasn't expecting that response." He murmured, extending his hand to me as he motioned his eyes from my uncomfortable position to the ground. "I still don't like the idea of you being involved in our operations, but it is a pleasant surprise to know you likely won't defect." Accepting his offer to help me down, I audibly gulped when he kept hold of my hand, eyeing off the makeshift ring.

"I won't. I'm loyal to Dabi...to Tomura, a..and the Front..." I insisted, doing my best to not snatch my hand back once he released it. Humming, Geten flipped his hood back over his pretty face, shoving his hands into his pockets before turning away towards the exit.
"Let's hope that's the truth."

Is he just trying to bully me? If he doesn't trust Hawks either, does that mean he'll be trying to psych him out as well? Here's hoping...

Deciding to return to my sunny ledge, I set off, but once I arrived, I found Dabi, leaning with his staples glinting in the light. When he saw me, he didn't move much, just glanced in my direction.
"Didn't mean to take so long. I'm getting sick to death of these damn meetings..." He sighed, looking me up and down as I got closer.

"Don't worry about it. There's a lot to prepare for, so I get it." I reassured him, reaching out to brush my fingers against the leather of his coat. He watched me for a while, the glint of the sun on his eyes causing them to look like the warm, Caribbean ocean.
"You're upset about something." He pointed out, taking me off guard.

Scoffing faintly, I shifted so I could stand beside him, looking out over the courtyard.
"What makes you say that? I'm just bored." I replied, only slightly lying. I wasn't upset, per say, just conflicted. Not once did I regret my choice, but I was certainly struggling with how to cope with it all.

"You get less annoying when you're upset." Harsh, but he had a point. I'd usually start to cling when he'd return from his duties. Talk about being called out.
"I'm just...kind of struggling to wrap my head around the whole shebang, is all. Lots to think about...and...yeah..."

I'm worried about you, Touya...I want to be someone you can rely on...but I also can't stand the thought of you killing my friends...

The amount of time he spent staring at me made me wonder if he truly believed me or not, but eventually he heaved a steady sigh, straightening his body and stretching his arms to the ceiling until we both heard that satisfying crack.

"Y'know, I'm kinda sick of being stuck in this place all the time. How about we take some rec leave and go do something more relaxing?" Had I heard that right? Perking up, I turned to be met by a soft smile, one usually reserved for the most private of spaces.

"Really? But...what about...You're on every wanted listing in the country right now..." It sounded like a dream, to go away with Dabi for a while, even a day or so, just the two of us, but reality had to come into play. We couldn't just set off like he wouldn't get arrested on sight, or worse.

"Give me some credit, Tenderfoot. I know my way around. I can't guarantee the limp-dicks will let me leave so close to the fight, but I'll try to pull some stri-" He ended his sentence in a grunt as I tackled him in a hug, squeezing his waist so tight I'd definitely have indents of his buttons against my cheek for a while afterwards.
"I'd really love that!"

Real one on one time! Not only so we can relax, but we can actually talk about everything!

Easing into a chuckle, Dabi stroked my loose (H/C) hair, pressing a chaste kiss to the top of my head.
"There's my annoying little shit." He sighed contentedly, leaning back so he could lift my chin, bringing his face down so we were nose to nose.

"If all goes to plan, maybe we could consider this a kind of pre-honeymoon..?"

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***My tattoo is healing and it ITCHES SO FREAKING BAD.

Yeah, throwing in some Dabi holiday bullshit to stretch the timeline a bit (it'll all be important to the storyline though, with angst, fluff, and if y'all thirsty comrades want it, smut). But...where should they go? I haven't thought that far ahead.

Also, just fyi, no, she's not just fobbing off the fact he said he'd kill her friends and anyone else. It will be discussed in detail.

Next Time: Disembark***