Shouto ran his hands through his red and white hair as he glared into the mirror. He had thought of dying his hair all white before, keeping his mother close and his father farther, but that would be too satisfying for Endeavor. Shouto was tired of his red and white hair, but perhaps the red wasn't the problem.

He had made his decision. Shouto left the bathroom and walked out of the bar, catching the train to across town. He was sure to pull his hood over his head, covering his unique hair and face.

He grabbed one of the overhead handles as the train began to move. He kept his head down, looking at his phone. He texted Bakugou, who had informed him that Shigaraki had done a head count and was wondering where he was.

'I'm just getting fresh air.'

'Whatever Half-n-Half, just don't get caught.'

'I know.'

'No really, I'm not breaking your ass out of prison.'

'I'll keep that in mind, bye.'

Todoroki stopped texting as the train stopped again, picking up and dropping off more people. A beautiful young woman stood next to Todoroki on the train. Her perfume, along with her outfit had to have been expensive.

He looked up only to find the woman facing away from him. He frowned at the sight of her. She was a tall raven, not to mention elegant in every sense of the word. Shouto looked back down. He knew who had happened to be next to him, and he didn't want to seem suspicious.

He had no idea how she would react to seeing him. She'd probably arrest him, beat him, she'd treat him worse than his father did when he was a child. He was so very convinced of this; yet little did he know that the most Momo Yaoyorozu would do was pull him into a hug, perhaps even shed some tears of relief.

That said, when his stop came, Todoroki walked off the train and not so accidentally dropped a small crumpled piece of paper in her designer purse; an apology he had written and carried around, hoping to deliver it to one of his former classmates at some point.

Just a way to rid myself of the leftover guilt...

He journeyed through the East side of town, heading towards the main apartment building district. The people around the villain gave him strange looks. This was the neighborhood where the nicer apartments were, and no one had ever seen anyone who looked remotely close to the hoodie-wearing male.

Though he noticed the judging eyes, Todoroki continued to ignore them. He waltzed into one of the buildings and went straight for the elevator. He took the machine all the way up to the highest floor.

Todoroki got out of the elevator and stalked down the hall. He then barged into one of the apartments, not bothering to knock (yes, this person left their door unlocked). He closed the door behind him and pulled the hood off his head, an unamused look capturing his face as he glanced into the living room.

"Beat it," Todoroki ordered as he kicked his shoes off, stepping into the room.

The girl who was happily bouncing on Dabi's lap immediately recognized the dangerous villain and obeyed. She pulled on her dress and shoes and left hurriedly. Dabi glared at his younger brother, zipping up his pants.

"What the hell?" Dabi asked, running his hand through his black hair.

"Dye my hair?" Todoroki asked, walking towards the bathroom where Dabi kept his stuff.

"Finally, it's about time you get rid of that red," Dabi sighed, following behind him. He decided to ignore the interruption to his activities.

"Actually, I was thinking I'd keep the red. Can you get rid of the white instead?" Todoroki clarified.

"Sure, what color do you want?" Dabi asked, "I have pretty much everything."

"I'm not surprised..." Todoroki muttered, "dye it a very dark grey, sort of like yours but not quite black. Okay?"

"Got it," Dabi nodded at the choice as he pulled the dye out of the cabinet, "have you washed your hair recently?"

"Yesterday," Todoroki answered.

"Okay then, we're all set," Dabi stated, "sit down."

Dabi pointed to the chair he had pulled into the bathroom in front of the mirror. Todoroki took a seat. Dabi grabbed a comb off the counter and began to get any tangles out of Shouto's hair. After he finished, Dabi put some Vaseline around Todoroki's edges. Shouto wanted to question it, but decided that Dabi knew way more about this than he did.

Dabi slipped on some plastic gloves and poured the dye in a small, plastic bowl. He mixed some developer with the dye, stirring it until it combined into one mixture. Dabi used a comb to separate the white portion of Shouto's hair into three sections. He then pinned the red half of Shouto's hair down so it would be out of the way.

Dabi applied some of the dye to the first section of hair, making sure to get the roots. The black haired male repeated this with the two other sections and started to converse with Shouto as he let the dye sit for half an hour.

Dabi then wiped the excess dye off of Shouto's neck and forehead and turned on the faucet in his sink. He had a large, bowl-like sink, so it was no problem for Shouto to bend down and put his head under it.

The black haired male rinsed out the loose dye and then washed and conditioned Shouto's hair. He put a towel around the younger man's neck and sat him up, plugging up the blowdryer. He then proceeded to dry Shouto's hair.

After all was said and done and Dabi brushed out Shouto's hair and removed the towel.

"Well, what'd you think?" Dabi asked, removing his gloves and washing his hands.

"It looks great, thanks," Todoroki answered.

"No problem, just knock first before you barge in," Dabi sighed.

"Or you could lock your door, but whatever," Todoroki said, "anyway, Bakugou sent me a text earlier. Something about Shigaraki checking who all was at the bar. He probably has his next scheme planned out now."

"That's nice and all, but the only ones there are probably Kurogiri, Bakugou, and Toga," Dabi replied. "(Y/n) is rarely there in his free time, and I ran into him and Kirishima a few hours ago."

"Hmm," Todoroki hummed, "either way, I want to see what's on the agenda this time."

"I guess, but there's something we should do first," Dabi responded.

"Is there now?" Shouto questioned.

"Don't tell me there's no real reason you kept the red," Dabi grumbled, walking out the bathroom to grab his car keys.

Todorki followed, already know where this was going.

(I finally got this out! I feel like I haven't been giving this book enough love... Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed! Also, I've been busy with homework, and I have a wedding to get ready for, so I may or may not be updating this soon. Thanks for reading, and continue to bear with me!)

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(Extra:)

Yaoyorozu felt a tear run down her cheek as she read the note from her former classmate. She knew immediately when she had received it, too. The aura of the man next to her on the train was a little too familiar, not to mention all too comforting.

     Dear Whoever I Give This To,

I deeply apologize. I'm sorry for making you worry when we disappeared. I'm sorry for leaving my old friends behind. I'm sorry for what (Y/n) did to Mineta. I'm sorry about what happened to Present Mic. I'm sorry for Mr. Aizawa's grieving over (Y/n). I'm sorry for causing him to lose his job.

There are so many things I want to apologize for in person, and every night the demons of my wrongs haunt me while I attempt to slumber. That said, I am not sorry for becoming a villain, and I won't stop until my goal is reached.

So, whoever I gave this to, be ready. Because I may be sorry, but we will keep coming.

Be prepared, we will prevail.

             - Todoroki Shouto

The last part sent chills down her spine, but she couldn't contain the relief she felt. This meant that they were all okay...

Yaoyorozu knew it was selfish, but she kept the note to herself. It was her own little fragment of peace in this hell of a world she lived in.