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A dull ache pounded in Emi's head, accompanied by the drip drip drip of a busted pip on the brick wall behind her. She couldn't quite piece together where she was, or how'd she'd gotten there. Her brain was foggier than a fall morning as she sat up straight in the metal chair.

As she moved, she remembered the bindings wrapped around her hands and feet, tying her to the seat. Her eyesight finally focused, and as she looked around to make sense of things, her gaze landed on two figures sitting across from her.

Kazuo and Dabi sat side by side, the former looking rather uninterested until he noticed she was awake. "Morning sunshine, welcome back to the land of the living." Dabi quipped while rising to stand. Kazuo's eyes met hers in a snap, and she was cut by the cold in his gaze.

"Not the best nap I've ever gotten." Emi half-snapped while rolling her neck exaggeratedly. "Wanna tell me where I am or are you going to make me guess?"

"Now's not the time to be cocky, Emi." Kazuo spoke up, rising from his chair to walk closer to her. He placed a hand on the back of her chair before leaning down to position his face in front of hers. "I've rescued you from that filth you call a school."

Dabi hummed in agreement, twirling a lighter in his fingers. "He's right, snuck right in unnoticed during that school festival you kids were putting on. You made it all too easy."

Emi's mind was still foggy from whatever they'd been doing to her, and she struggled to provide herself with a reason why she couldn't recall until she felt Kazuo fidget with something in her arm. She looked down to see an IV pumping fluids into her body on one arm, only to look over and see another tube extracting blood from her vein.

"What the hell are you doing to me?" Emi gasped as she started to tug on her restraints, desperately hoping she could yank the needles from her arms.

"Calm down, we're just taking some blood." Kazuo answered, his hand coming to rest on the side of her head. She flinched away from his touch and tried to move as far away as possible – not very far considering the binds. "You're okay, we're adding back what we're taking away."

"That doesn't matter!" Emi yelled while tears began to prick her eyes. "Why are you doing this, Kazuo?"

From behind her, Dabi tsked. She hadn't noticed him move back there, and a chill ran down her spine. "See, it wasn't his idea. It was all mine." Dabi told her. She felt a rough, scarred hand come down on her shoulder, slowly tracing a finger down her arm. "I told him I'd come after you myself, guess he came along to make sure I didn't hurt you. How sweet."

Tears were now freefalling from Emi's eyes and wetting her cheeks as she looked up at Kazuo, his face turned away in shame. "Why do you need my blood?" She questioned shakily.

"I'm not telling you that." Kazuo mumbled, refusing to meet her gaze.

"Why the fuck do you need my blood?" Emi screamed out now, lurching forward and being stopped by the restraints.

"Just shut up, alright!" Kazuo shouted back before turning to look at her in rage.

Before she could raise her voice again, she felt something sharp pierce her bicep. With a slow turn of her head, Emi could only watch as Dabi pressed down on a lone syringe – and whatever it was started to make her heavy-eyed almost immediately.

She could only listen with blurred vision as Kazuo started to yell something before her eyes finally shut and she blacked out.

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Eight Hours Prior

"Ems, are you ready to go?" A shout came from her now-opening door, and Kirishima paused to lean against the frame. His heart thudded against his ribs as he took in the sight of her, the fairy costume she wore hugging her body perfectly. Emi looked... ethereal.

When Emi turned to meet his eyes, a wide grin spread on her face. "Do you like it as much as the first time I had it on?"

Kirishima gulped as he nodded swiftly. He could feel his blood beginning to pulse through every part of him, hyper-aware of where exactly it was rushing to. "I don't think you'll ever not look beautiful."

"You're looking pretty handsome yourself, prince." Emi stepped forward to fix the crown on his head, ruffling his hair underneath it slightly. "Very dashing if I do say so myself."

Kirishima couldn't help himself, not when she was this stunning – he grabbed her face with both hands and smashed his lips into hers. He felt a vibration on his mouth as Emi let out a moan, allowing his tongue to dip inside her parted lips. She wound her fingers into his hair, completely knocking off the crown to the floor, and tugged lightly at his strands.

He didn't realize exactly what he was doing until he heard Emi's back hit the door softly, his body pressing her against it as his hands moved from her face down to her hips. God, she drove him insane. And he was goddamn lucky she was his.

Emi was the first to pull away, breathless as she watched a thin line of spit connecting their lips break. "Kiri, I don't know if we have time." She groaned in annoyance, her cheeks flushed with more than one type of irritation.

"I know. We've gotta get to the gym. Events about to start." Kirishima's sentences came out choppy while he struggled to calm his racing heart.

"Maybe..." Emi started as her face got warmer, "... maybe we can finish what we started tonight?"

Kirishima was almost positive a thousand tiny fireworks just exploded in his chest. Did she mean what he thought? If so, he wouldn't be able to concentrate on the event. "Have I ever told you how badly you drive me crazy?" He hummed as he nestled his face into the crook of her neck, hoping to hide his flustered expression.

Emi's laugh shook her shoulders, and his head, but she wrapped her arms around him. "I think you have, but I like hearing it again."

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Present

When Emi finally regained consciousness, the throbbing in her head had escalated to an almost unbearable intensity. As she opened her eyes, the reality of where she was came back to her, but Dabi was now nowhere in sight. A wave of panic washed over her as she focused on Kazuo, who was hunched over adjusting one of her IV lines.

Kazuo's movements were precise, almost mechanical until he noticed her stirring. He sprang to his feet, concern etched on his face as he moved closer to examine her head. "I'm sorry, Dabi hit you pretty hard, didn't he?" His voice was low and gentle, but Emi felt numb to the comfort it was meant to convey. No matter how sweet his words were, the truth was that he was the one who had caused this.

"Like you care." She muttered under her breath, the words barely audible but heavy with bitterness. She turned her head sharply, trying to escape his touch, wanting to reject any form of help from him.

Kazuo's expression shifted, the warmth of concern replaced by a flicker of frustration and disappointment. "I do care." He insisted, the sincerity in his voice a stark contrast to her feelings of betrayal.

"If you cared, I wouldn't be here." Emi shot back, each word laced with defiance. With every syllable, a fresh wave of pain pulsed through her skull, causing her to wince.

Kazuo took a step back, his hands balling into fists at his sides as he struggled to maintain his composure. "You don't understand." He said, his voice strained. "I didn't want any of this to happen. Dabi would have done it with or without me, I just wanted to protect you. You have to believe me."

"Believe you?" Emi scoffed, bitterness seeping into her voice. "You're the same as him. You pretend to care, only to grasp at your goal."

Kazuo's eyes flickered with something like guilt, but it quickly turned to frustration. "I'm not the same! I just want to keep you safe and turn you on the right path. Dabi has a different plan, it's complicated!"

"Complicated?" Emi echoed. "I'm tied to a chair, I've been drugged, and you're stealing my blood! How complicated can it be?" The anger burned in her chest, driving away the fog of pain for a moment. "If you really cared, you'd find a way to get me out of here."

His face twisted in pain, and for a fleeting moment, she thought she saw a glimpse of the boy she once knew. "I never wanted this for you." He whispered, his voice cracking. "I don't know what exactly Dabi is planning. I'm just here to keep you safe from him."

The memory of Dabi's menacing presence was too fresh, too real, spurring a white-hot fear inside of Emi. "Safe? This isn't safety, Kazuo."

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Dabi sauntered in, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "Well, well, look who's awake!" He leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed, as if he owned the very air in the room. "How's our little patient feeling?"

Emi's stomach twisted in knots, a fresh wave of dread crashing over her. She could see Kazuo tense up, caught between his loyalty to Dabi and his concern for her. This was no longer just about survival; it was about the choice they were all about to have to make.

Dabi's grin widened, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and malice. "I hope you're ready for some fun, Emi. We have some exciting things planned for you." He pushed himself off the wall, taking a few steps closer, his presence radiating a sense of danger that made Emi's skin crawl.

"What do you mean 'fun'?" She spat out, her voice trembling. "What do you want from me?"

Dabi shrugged nonchalantly, the smirk never leaving his face. "Oh, it's simple. You're going to help us understand the limits of what you can do. Kazuo here said that he can't control you when your quirk is active." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Think of it as... an experiment."

Emi recoiled, her breath catching in her throat while Kazuo stepped forward. "Dabi, you can't just-"

"Stay out of this, kid." Dabi snapped, his voice sharp. "You're not the one calling the shots here. This is bigger than you, and you know it." He turned back to Emi, his demeanor shifting slightly as he spoke. "You have a choice, you know. Cooperate, or suffer more."

The room felt suffocating, the air thick with Emi's fear. Her head throbbed with pain and confusion, the realization of what was going to happen to her pressing down on her like a heavy weight. At that moment, she realized it had never just been about Kazuo's desire to twist her into a villain. He'd also been playing pawn for Dabi all along, probably for some more sinister and wicked plan.

"The heroes will come for me, you realize that, right?" Emi questioned, her voice steady despite the fear pounding in her chest. She locked her gaze onto Dabi, refusing to let him see how unsettled she truly felt.

Dabi's grin widened, a sinister glint flickering in his eyes that sent a chill down her spine. "Oh, I'm counting on it, little girl." His tone dripped with a mix of excitement and menace, suggesting he had something devious planned.

As she stared him down, Dabi leaned in closer, pressing her back harder against the chair. The weight of his presence suffocated her, like a predator asserting dominance over its prey. With his free hand, a flicker of flame erupted in his palm. The fire danced between his fingers, a tangible manifestation of his power, so similar to Shoto's that Emi's heart ached at the thought of it.

"Now, sit still for me, would you?" he instructed, his voice smooth but laced with an underlying threat. She had nowhere to run from the heat radiating toward her, closer and closer until his palm flattened on her skin.

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Five Hours Prior

"Don't you want to go enjoy the rest of the festival?" Emi asked as Kirishima's lips peppered kisses to her nose, her cheeks, her neck. Class 3-A's event had just ended, the other students clearing out to go explore the other festivities, leaving Kirishima to back Emi into a corner before they had to start on clean-up duty.

"In a minute." Kirishima murmured against her cheek, moving to kiss her lips feverishly. He had been right, his mind had been a haze the entire event, with only thoughts of her taking over. Kissing her, holding her, pulling those cute little noises from her that drove him wild.

He'd had struggled to hide it, constantly having to readjust his costume pants every time a new student entered his area of the maze. Time simply could not go by fast enough, he thought every time he checked the clock. In another area, he knew Emi was probably beaming at every student to pass her, in that tight fairy costume she had on. He wondered if other guys were checking her out – the way he wished he could right now.

"Kiri..." Emi groaned into his mouth while fisting the front of his shirt. She simply felt like she couldn't get enough air between his kisses, her heart racing beneath her skin, thrumming in her veins. "We have to be ready for clean-up."

Kirishima whined then, letting his head fall to her shoulder with a sigh. "I know, I know. I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize." She chuckled at his dramatic reaction. "Tell you what, I'll go back to the dorms, shower, and change before we get all this mess sorted. And maybe – just maybe – I'll come back in something a little more... tight."

Oh god, she was going to be the death of him. Kirishima nipped lightly on her neck in response to her tease, making her giggle as she lightly pushed him away. Emi gave him a few more, maybe too many, pecks before instructing him to start the work until she came back. He watched her practically skip away, fighting the urge to follow her back and lock her in her room with him for the rest of the night.

Maybe he was no better than a horny pre-teen. Kirishima knew he needed to practice more self-control, that was clear, but when it came to her... it wasn't just the idea of taking the next step just to please himself. Instead, he thought of everything it meant to him. She wanted him – him. And she was with him, no matter how many times he didn't feel good enough.

If they took things further, when they did, he was sure it wouldn't absolve any of his self-doubt. But it sure as hell would help. And he wanted to be perfect for her.

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Four Hours Prior

As Emi exited the dorms, finally free from the costume and in more comfortable clothes, her heart raced with excitement at what the rest of the night would bring. She was ready – ready to take the next step with Kirishima. There were plenty of moments when desire had almost overtaken her senses, but now, she knew without a doubt.

Just as she began to lose herself in daydreams, a low voice broke through her thoughts. "Heading back to the festival?"

Emi turned to find Aizawa sitting on the front steps, his expression a mix of casual observation and underlying concern. A small knot formed in her stomach. "Am I in trouble?" she asked, her voice low, apprehension creeping in as she wondered what she could have possibly done wrong this time.

Aizawa shook his head, rising to his feet and shifting his stance to face her fully. "No, you're not, but you will be if you continue venturing out on your own," he said, arms crossed and an unmistakable disapproving look etched across his features. "I know the security system has been altered, and your classmates have done their best to ensure your safety, but that doesn't mean you can afford to be reckless. Even on campus."

Emi huffed, her shoulders sagging slightly. The weight of his words sank in, and she realized with a pang that she would probably be confined to the company of others for a long time to come. "I guess I just thought it'd be okay. I didn't realize; I'm sorry," she replied, her voice tinged with genuine remorse.

"No need to apologize," Aizawa responded, his tone softening slightly. "Just do better." He gestured for her to start walking, signaling that he would escort her back to the festival.

"Do you think this will last forever?" Emi's voice trembled slightly as she posed the question, her gaze searching Aizawa's face for understanding. He raised an eyebrow at her, the subtle shift in his demeanor urging her to elaborate. "This feeling of... fear," she added, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her teacher hummed in thought, wondering how he should approach his answer. Aizawa knew that in a short time, Emi had been through quite a bit; as a teacher, he wanted better for his students. Yet the reality they lived in was harsher than he had hoped, especially for her.

"Not forever," he finally answered after a moment of silence, his voice steady yet tinged with caution. "I doubt it will go away any time soon—but not forever."

Hope flickered in Emi's eyes, a fragile light that almost made Aizawa smile. "Don't get your hopes up, though; you're still on house arrest for your safety," he reminded her, his tone firm but gentle.

They had barely moved away from the dorms, light conversation passing between them, when Aizawa suddenly froze, his body tense and alert. Emi glanced back, confusion etched across her features, only to see him standing rigid, a look of deep concern spreading across his face. "What's wrong?" she asked, instinctively stepping closer to him.

Before she could process what was happening, an arm wrapped around her shoulder, pulling her tightly against a solid form.

"Sorry, he can't speak right now, kid," a voice hissed in her ear, sending a chill racing down her spine. It was a voice she recognized but couldn't quite place. Even without a name, the fear surging through her was palpable, her body instinctively priming for a fight. As she attempted to pull away, a flash of blue flame ignited in an outstretched hand, blocking her path. "Ah, ah, I wouldn't do that."

Aizawa fought against his own body, desperation coursing through him as he watched Dabi hold Emi captive. Every instinct screamed at him to activate his quirk and get her to safety, but something—some invisible force—rooted him in place. The terrified look on Emi's face only intensified his agitation; he couldn't let this happen again—he wouldn't.

"We got what we came for; let's go." Kazuo emerged from the shadows, stepping out from behind Aizawa and causing Emi to gasp. Her former friend wore a smirk, his eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction as he surveyed Aizawa's frozen expression. "Time for a nap, old man."

Emi shouted in horror as Kazuo snapped his fingers, and Aizawa collapsed to the ground, unconscious. "What did you do to him?" she yelled, panic rising within her as she struggled against Dabi's grip.

"He's alive, don't worry your pretty little head," Dabi chuckled darkly in her ear, his breath hot and unwelcome. The fire in his palm extinguished, but the threat lingered in the air like smoke. "And now, we're leaving."

Kazuo raised a hand in her direction, a chilling smile on his face. Emi felt her body tense, a wave of dread washing over her as he snapped his fingers again. In an instant, darkness enveloped her, swallowing her whole as everything faded to black.

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Present

Kazuo was quietly wrapping a bandage around Emi's upper arm, the smell of burnt skin making her nauseous through every diligent movement he made until it was covered. She'd passed out from the pain only to wake up to the sight of blisters covering her arm in the shape of a handprint. After he'd done what he wanted, with seemingly no reason, Dabi had disappeared from the room.

"Why are you doing this?" Emi whispered hoarsely, her voice barely above a breath as she fought against the raw scratch in her throat. A sudden cough escaped her, and she grimaced at the irritation, the sound echoing in the silence of the room.

Kazuo stood just a few feet away, but he wouldn't meet her eyes. Instead, he forced his gaze to drift elsewhere, avoiding the intensity of her pleading look as if he could escape the weight of her question by simply looking away.

She had to think of some way to get out of here. One thing was painfully clear – she couldn't fight both of them off. With Kazuo's blood manipulation and Dabi's flames, they'd easily overpower her somehow. Still, she had to try something.

"Can you at least untie my legs?" she asked, her tone gentle yet firm, hoping to appeal to whatever remnants of compassion might linger within him. "I just want to stretch them." The words felt inadequate, but she pushed on, desperation creeping into her voice. "Please, they're hurting me. You can leave my hands tied, but just my legs."

She watched as Kazuo's jaw tightened, his reluctance evident in the rigid lines of his body. Still, he remained silent, a wall of indecision standing between them. Each second stretched into eternity, her heart racing as she felt the pulse of fear mixed with determination.

He remained silent, his gaze still averted, but Emi could see the internal struggle playing out on his face. After what felt like an eternity, he let out a deep, shuddering breath. "Fine. Just... be careful." He finally said, his voice low and hesitant.

With that, he stepped forward, his fingers working the knots around her ankles. Emi's heart raced as the ropes fell away, the sudden relief sending a wave of gratitude through her. As soon as her legs were free, she instinctively stretched them to alleviate the stiffness.

"Thank you." Emi told him softly, but as she looked up at him, the expression on his face was anything but reassured. He seemed torn, caught between Dabi and her.

Kazuo took a step back, his shoulders tense as he resumed his position near the door, keeping an eye on her without truly engaging. As she tested her legs, a plan began to form in her mind. She needed to distract them or wait for them to leave her alone, and create an opening for escape.

"Kazuo," Emi started, attempting to keep her voice steady, "why are you really helping Dabi?"

He flinched at her words, the tension in his body palpable. "It's not that simple. Dabi... he has a plan. He thinks this is necessary and I –" He hesitated, the conflict evident on his face. "I just wanted to show you that being a hero wasn't right for you. That you'd be better off giving up and joining me."

"You know that would never happen." Emi tried her best to remain composed, but Kazuo's views on what she should and shouldn't do began to frustrate her. "You think I want to be someone like Dabi?"

Kazuo clenched his fists, frustration evident in his posture. "I'm trying to help you! There are bigger forces at play here, and the heroes are crooked liars who don't care about anything other than money. You're better than that, you could –"

Before he could finish, a loud crash echoed down the hallway, causing both of them to jump. Dabi's voice boomed through the corridor, full of energy and excitement. "Kazuo! Let's not keep our guest waiting!"

Emi's heart raced as the heavy thud of a black leather boot kicked over the door, revealing Dabi standing there with a wicked grin. He wheeled in a small TV, and as he rolled it in front of her she remained silent.

Dabi plugged the TV into the wall and grabbed the remote, his movements so casual it felt strange to watch. "Your guys contacted me; I've already paid them." He told Kazuo, his voice dripping with satisfaction. Dabi patted Kazuo's head, but the gesture only earned him a sharped shrug. "You owe me now, kid."

"What's going on?" Emi asked quietly, glancing nervously between the two of them, her mind racing as the screen flickered to life.

"Kazuo here had a brilliant idea." Dabi replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Granted, he thought of it ages ago, not realizing you'd be right here in front of him." He leaned closer, placing a hand on Emi's shoulder. She flinched at the contact, bracing herself for pain that never came. "Your little friend wanted to break you, did you know that? And now, we get to see if his plan worked."

Emi's stomach twisted at the implications of his words. "Kazuo?" She whispered, looking up at him, looking for any sign of what Dabi meant. But Kazuo's gaze was firmly fixed on Dabi, his expression unreadable.

The TV screen flickered as Dabi changed the channels, illuminating the room with the glow. Emi's heart pounded louder with each click of the remote until Dabi finally shouted in triumph as he landed on the channel he wanted.

A new broadcast filled the screen, a female reported standing in front of a scene that made Emi's breath hitch in her throat. The muted background began to shift, and as Dabi pressed a few buttons to turn on the sound, the familiar chaos of a recent incident unfolded before her eyes. Emi gasped, the reality of what she was seeing crashing over her like a tidal wave, a feeling of dread settling in her chest.

As Emi opened her mouth to speak, Dabi's hand shot out, clasping firmly over her lips and silencing her. "Shh, we're getting to the good part." He whispered with a menacing grin, squeezing her face roughly as if to remind her of the power he held over her as his palm warmed slightly.

The screen displayed an American news channel, and as Emi processed the visuals, a sinking feeling settled in her stomach. The camera panned slowly, revealing the wreckage of a familiar apartment building – her heart raced, and for a moment, she hoped she was mistaken. But as the scene came into clearer focus, dread enveloped her. The building was nearly unrecognizable, blasted and charred, its structure standing only partially amidst the debris.

Emi's pulse quickened, her mind racing as the realization hit her. And then the anchor's voice broke through the silence, announcing the names of the deceased. "... Usagi Kaneko, and Henry Kaneko..."

Time seemed to freeze. A wave of pure rage and disbelief surged through Emi, drowning out everything else. The world around her blurred as hot tears spilled down her cheeks, burning trails on her skin. She pulled desperately at her restraints, trying to get closer to the screen as if by sheer will she could bridge the distance between her and her home.

No... no, this can't be happening, she thought, her heart pounding in her chest, each beat echoing the disbelief that they couldn't really be gone. The grief washed over her like a tsunami, suffocating and overwhelming. She felt a primal scream building within her, a need to lash out, but all she could manage was the raw desperate plea that her parents could still be alive. How could they be dead?

Dabi, still looming over her, seemed to revel in her distress. "It's a real tragedy, isn't it?" he said, his voice dripping with mock sympathy as he removed his hand to allow her to speak. "All that destruction, and for what? A message? An experiment?"

Kazuo shifted uncomfortably beside Dabi. "You don't have to gloat." He muttered, his voice barely audible. "This was necessary."

"Necessary?" Emi's eyes blazed with fury as she absorbed Kazuo's words. "What do you mean necessary? You caused this?" She looked right at Kazuo, disbelief mingling with the anger swelling in her chest.

Kazuo's gaze fell to the floor, and Dabi chuckled darkly. "Oh, Kazuo hired a few friends to make it happen. Just a little 'crowd control' to keep things interesting. He thought it would break you, and he was right about one thing – you're in pieces now."

Emi's chest felt tight, a mix of grief and rage threatening to choke her. The betrayal and grief cut deeper than any physical wound could. "You did this for your sick idea of turning me to your side!" Emi shouted, the tears still flowing and wetting her lips with salt. The anger boiled within her, a fierce flame as she thought of her parents.

Dabi leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. "And now you see the consequences of your little friend's ambitions. He wanted you so badly, so much that he was willing to kill your parents for it. How does that make you feel?"

He was toying with her, and while Emi didn't want to give him the satisfaction, she couldn't help the fiery hot glare she shot Kazuo. "I hate you." It was all she could muster, the rest of her thoughts swirling beyond her control, but it struck home; Kazuo's expression shifted into one of regret.

"Did ya hear that, kid? You've been chasing her tail this whole time, only to find out she hates you." Dabi was reveling in the pain he was causing, a wide grin plastered on his face as he patted Emi's head. "You wanted her broken – you got your wish."

Emi could only glare through her tears as Dabi left her alone and pulled Kazuo out with him, the former muttering something about an errand. Her stomach churned as reality washed over her; the loss of her parents an unbearable weight, each breath a reminder of their existence. The grief that had been bubbling beneath the surface ignited an all-consuming fire, pushing her to fight back.

Heroes weren't meant to kill. Maybe, after all, Kazuo was right – being a hero wasn't right for her. Because at that moment, she knew one thing: she was going to kill him.

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