"What the hell is wrong with you!!?" I yelled at Dabi, ripping my mask off my face, once the portal was closed.

It was just him and I in the room right now, which compelled me to unleash my anger a little more.

I was seriously pissed at him for shooting that flame at Kirishima. If I didn't push him out of the way, he'd be dead.

Dabi looked at me dumbfounded, before scoffing irritatedly.

"Me!?! You're the one who almost got caught. For fuck's sake, Margo. You had basically every cop and hero in the city, at that school, looking for you!! You should be thanking me!" Dabi yelled, crossing his arms.

"I'm mad that you almost hit Kirishima!!! You could have killed him. Harming the students isn't part of this deal!! This is about All Might, not them!!" I screamed, noticing the throbbing pain in my face.

"Kirishima. There's that name again. That's the name you were cheering at the UA sports festival, too." Dabi muttered lowly, pacing the room.

Shit. I didn't mean to say his name. It just slipped. I needed to back track.

"Okay and so what, Dabi? Clearly, I wasn't cheering for Kirishima a minute ago. Was I?!" I yelled, causing Dabi to whip his head around at me.

"No. But from what I saw, you weren't exactly trying to fight him either. Dodging like a pussy!? That's not your style, Margo!" Dabi spat, going over to the kitchen.

"I was dodging, because I was trying to find an opening!!" I lied, watching Dabi pull out some rubbing alcohol and gauze.

"I've seen you fight. That kid had plenty of openings. I could see it from here!!" He yelled, throwing me a roll of paper towels to wipe my bloody face and hands.

"Look. I don't know what you're thinking. So, let me get this through your head. This is a job, Margo. This Kirishima kid isn't really your friend. Neither is anyone else at that school!!! Your cut up face and hands prove that!! You think any of those kids would wanna be your friend if they found out you were this!?!" Dabi spat, gesturing to my league of villains uniform.

I was quiet, not wanting to hear anymore. All I could do was blankly stare at the ground, watching my blood drip onto the wood floor.

"I'll answer it for you. The answer is no. If they knew who you really were, they wouldn't hesitate to kill you. I want you to remember how this feels. Remember Kirishima throwing those punches at you, looking at you with hate, trying to hurt you. Remember it, Margo. You know why?" Dabi seethed lowly, getting in my face.

He gently grabbed both sides of my face, forcing me to look at him.

"Because that's how he really sees you. That's how they all really see you. At UA high, you're simply playing a part. Sure, the students may like the part you're playing. But this, right here. Right now. This is the real you. Don't forget that." Dabi stated lowly, his cold, blue eyes boring into mine.

I didn't even flinch as I felt him pour the burning rubbing alcohol on my face and hands, cleaning my wounds.

I continued blankly staring at the floor, not expecting Dabi's words to cut me so deep.

I felt horrible. I didn't even know what part I felt horrible about. Kirishima? Being a villain? Not putting the poison in All Might's mug? Yelling at Dabi?

There was a whole list of things I was completely, eternally confused about.

So, instead I continued saying nothing, feeling my throat tighten up.

Tense, angry silence filled the air as Dabi silently patched me up, before he packed up all the first aid supplies.

He was about to walk out, before he stopped to look at me one more time.

"Maybe you wore a mask tonight. But, the real mask you wear is walking into UA high school everyday, pretending you're a student trying to be a hero." Dabi retorted harshly, storming out of the room.

As soon as Dabi left, I couldn't stop the tears that began clouding my eyes.

I reflected back on my fight at the USJ, and at the school, just a few minutes ago. Kirishima's gaze of hatred was burned into my head. It was hatred for me.

I closed my eyes softly, a few stray tears escaping down my cheeks.

If there was one thing I accomplished tonight, it was creating an inner conflict in myself.

What do you want, Margo? What do you want?

......

I applied the thick layer of foundation over the bruise and gash, that Kirishima and Midnight left on my cheek.

Luckily, they both ended up hitting the same side of my face.

The problem was that Kirishima's hit might leave a little scar on my cheek.

But that's what I get, right?

I had gloves on when I pushed him away from Dabi's flames, so the minor hand cuts that were first present, healed over the weekend.

As soon as I walked into school, Mina sprinted over to me.

"Margo! Margo! Did you hear!?" Mina exclaimed, linking her arm with mine.

"No. What's up?" I said weakly, Dabi's words still present in my mind.

"If they knew who you really were, they would hate you."

"Apparently, that villain from the USJ broke into school this weekend, and Kirishima kicked her ass!!!" Mina cheered, completely amped up.

Suddenly, I heard Kirishima chuckle behind me, slinging a friendly arm over my shoulder.

"I never said that. Don't exaggerate stories, Mina. It's really unmanly." Kirishima said, blushing slightly.

I couldn't help but smile as I looked up at him, taking in his cute little blush.

"How are you feeling from the sports festival? Better?" I asked him softly, noticing his arm was still around me.

Hah. Not that I was complaining.

I savored his warm, gentle eyes as they looked down at me.

Wow, such a contrast from the way he looks at villain me—or "real" me, as Dabi calls it.

"Yeah. Bakugou hit me hard. But, not hard enough to put me out for long." Kirishima simply smiled, looking straight ahead as we walked to class.

I furrowed my brows at him, noticing how quiet he was.

"Something on your mind?" I asked him.

He immediately spoke again, clearly wanting to talk about it.

"Yeah, actually. Margo, that villain at the USJ, the same one I fought on Friday.....I think....she saved me." Kirishima breathed out, lost in thought about the situation.

Yeah, she did.

"W-What? No! Come on, that's crazy!" I stated nervously, trying to hide my bruised face from him.

"I know it sounds crazy. But I'm being serious. She pushed me out of the way, when some blue fire guy tried to kill me. She injured her hands from it." He explained firmly.

"Mina said you kicked her ass. Clearly she must have put up a fight." I reasoned, trying to steer Kirishima in a different direction.

"That's just it. She didn't really fight me. She dodged all of my attacks. At first, I thought she was just being cocky, but I don't think that's it. There was something else to it. I just don't know what it is yet." He muttered absentmindedly.

I was quiet, as I listened to him. An idea popping in my head.

I hesitated for awhile, before deciding to say what I was thinking.

"...well. W-What if she was trying to save you? Then what?" I uttered softly, looking blankly ahead at the hallway.

Kirishima was quiet for a moment, thinking about my question.

"Hmm. I don't really know. I mean, I'd like to ask her why. Surely, if she's level headed enough to save her enemy, she's also level headed enough to have a conversation with her enemy. Right?" He asked me curiously.

As much as I wish that were true, I couldn't really have a conversation with Kirishima...when I was a villain, anyway. He would recognize my voice.

I should have told him no. That a villain would never listen to him. But, my mouth reacted before my mind did.

"Maybe you're right." I breathed out softly, feeling myself instinctively shift closer to him.

My shifting caused Kirishima to look down at me, before he quickly removed his arm from around my shoulder.

"A-Ah sorry!! I don't want to make you uncomfortable. I just put my arm around you as a friend." He quickly replied, shooting me a sheepish grin.

I couldn't help but chuckle, as we continued walking next to each other.

"It's okay, Kirishima. I liked it, anyways." I blurted out, realizing I probably shouldn't have said that.

His gaze studied my face, as he spoke. "Me too." He uttered out, smiling at me softly.

I felt my heart flutter in excitement at his words, yet I wasn't sure how to respond. Instead, I playfully nudged his shoulder, causing him to laugh.

"Oh, and by the way....you can just call me Eijirou. Kirishima sounds so formal to me. I meant to tell you that awhile ago. I just didn't think it was a big deal." He shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets.

I looked over at him, seeing his gaze was shyly averted to the ground.

So cute.

"Alright. Eijirou it is then." I smiled.

He looked at you now, upon hearing his first name....absolutely loving the way it just rolled off your tongue.

"Eijirou. Man, I really like the way that sounds." You chuckled out, your laugh lighting up Eijirou's entire heart.

"Yeah. Me too." He whispered out, not loud enough for you to hear.