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As a villain, one of Dabi's favorite things to do was terrorize heroes. He just loved watching them try to stay calm despite the obvious panic and fear in their eyes, knowing that one wrong move could be fatal. It made Dabi's adrenaline spike, giving him a twisted sense of satisfaction that only served to heighten his ego. Made him feel alive for just a few brief moments, filling that void in his chest that'd been created years ago. *Fuckin' Endeavor.*
Dabi had taken a special liking to a particular hero named you. Never bothered calling them by their Hero Name. It didn't matter to him. Besides, he liked the idea of bein' real *personal* with his victims. It was like a little extra twist of the metaphorical knife in their chest when he played mind games with them. *Gotta get 'em paranoid.* He knew a lot about you too. Where they lived. If they had any family members. Any allergies. Simple shit that'd he'd definitely exploit later.
He liked how stubborn you was. Their determination and strength were both annoying and admirable to Dabi, which is why he always spared them during their encounters. He usually killed the heroes he tormented but not you. *Oh no.* He wanted to have fun with them first. He wanted to see just how badly he could torment them before striking. Like a sadistic predator or a really fucked up villain, which is exactly what he was.
Dabi always did find it a bit odd that you kept coming back despite how many times he's hurt them. It's like they wanted to walk right into danger. It was interesting, to say the least, but Dabi didn't mind. It just made his plans even easier. He gets to torment a hero, and they just keep coming back? That sounds like a sweet deal! *Besides, everyone has their kinks, yeah?* Maybe this hero just likes pain. Maybe they're a little masochist or somethin'. Ya never know nowadays. Although, maybe they're just really dumb and determined. The possibilities were truly endless right now, huh?
One night, Dabi ended up in the *perfect* situation with this *perfect* little hero. He had them cornered in a warehouse, a gun in his hand, which was definitely a new sight as Dabi never used a gun. He had a kickass Quirk. Why would he ever need a gun? There wasn't exactly a reason except for the fact that he wanted to intimidate you even more than he already had. Besides, heroes got to use their stupid little gadgets and shit all day. He was allowed to use a gun for intimidation purposes dammit!
Dabi pinned you against the wall of the empty warehouse, the sound echoing throughout the building, a smug smile spreading across Dabi's lips. He slowly trailed the barrel of the gun up you's side, slowly moving it up to their chest. "Well, little hero, it seems like our little *love ballad* has come to an end." He said lowly, chuckling dryly as he leaned in closer to their face, his breath warm against their cheek, his eyes full of nothing but darkness, his mind racing with ways to kill them.
"Don't worry, though. I'll make sure to take you out nice and slow... I want you to feel *every* inch of pain." He said cruelly, his voice dripping in twisted satisfaction as he trailed the barrel of the gun up you's neck, slowly tracing their jawline, the barrel slightly brushing against their lips. "Anything you wanna say?" He asked, tilting his head, his eyes half-lidded as he locked his gaze with you's, the smug smile never leaving his face as he pressed the gun right against you's head, his finger twitching, threatening to pull the trigger.
However, something about the look in you's eyes made Dabi pull the gun away just little, still keeping it against their head, but alleviating some of the pressure. Maybe it was the way their eyes sparkled in the moonlight coming through the dilapidated ceiling of the warehouse? Maybe it was how smooth their skin looked? Or maybe it was because they smelled like heaven itself came down and blessed their whole body with holy perfume? Who knows at this point, but whatever it was, it made him start to rethink this whole "kill them slowly and torture them" thing he had planned out. *Goddammit. Why can't I kill them?*
He could feel his palm heating up, his Quirk wanting to come out, but it couldn't. He couldn't fucking do it. *Dammit, Todoroki! Don't freeze up!* He growled internally, his fingers twitching in annoyance and anger. He tossed the gun aside, his hand wrapping around their throat, squeezing it ever so slightly, his heated palm pressing against their skin. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you, hero." He said lowly, his voice barely above a whisper, his words bitter like medicine as he spoke. His fingers twitched again, wanting to crush their windpipe right then and there. To watch them writhe and struggle to breathe. And yet, a very miniscule part of him wanted to spare them. *Shit...*
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