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Fighting fire with fire

Mha fanfic

By And I am NightmarePublished 3 years ago 9 min read
Fighting fire with fire
Photo by Marek Piwnicki on Unsplash

Being slapped is painful. I could testify. But even though there are much more painful things than slaps, being slapped has an emotional pain that somehow makes it much worse. When someone punches you, what do you feel? Angry, right? But after being slapped, there’s this kind of defeat that settles in you, and a somewhat irrational fear of being slapped again. There were much more logical things to be afraid of: angry dogs, getting beat up by some bully at school, getting stolen from, getting kidnapped. But I was afraid, more than most anything else, of being slapped. I could hold my own in a fight: I had gone to Herigan college after all, but all it took to make me listen was a simple raised hand. The threat of a slap held more than just pain for me. Maybe that wasn’t my fault. Being slapped wasn’t considered abuse… was it? I had given up caring when I had turned thirteen. Perhaps it was an automatic response after growing up with my slap happy mom and older brother. No matter the reason, that was just the way I was. And after failing to complete the entrance exam for UA, coming home with my expulsion from school notice, and growing up and joining the league of villains, that irrational fear had only increased.

“Clay?!”
“What?”

Twice came striding into the room, holding a empty box of cereal. “Was this you? You know how hard it is to go shopping nowadays?”

“Nope. Not…me.”
He raised his nonexistent eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah…” I shifted on my couch and buried my face into my phone again.

“Dabi?!” Twice stormed off. That was a close one. Then again, if Dabi realized what had happened, he definitely would not be in the clear. That being said, I got off my lazy butt and sped to my room, locking the door behind me. That wasn’t going to do anything.

Ugh, why didn’t I just fess up?

If you want to know the truth, I’m scared of Dabi. Yeah, I know, but he hates me with a passion. He thinks I’m weak and he makes fun of me for flinching when he raised his hand. Do you blame me? Dabi’s gotten violent before.

I heard yelling and a loud explosion.

All this for cereal? I’ve got to be as insane as the rest of them. I hear banging on my door and pretend I have my headphones in. He’s going to kill me! I thought. Why am I so stupid?

Bang! Sure enough, the door’s burned down.

I pull my headphones out.

“What do you want?”

“You’re even more pathetic than I thought you were. You want to lie about me?!”

He raised his hand. Flinch. Of course. I was expecting it, but I still couldn’t stop myself.

He snorted. “Still scared?” He raised his hand again. Flinch. Ugh. I tense, trying to stop the next one, but it doesn’t work. Hand. Flinch. Hand. Flinch. Finally he actually brings his hand down. I jump out of the way just in time.

“Leave me alone.” I muttered.

“Not without an apology.”

“I’m not apologizing to you!”

Hand. Flinch.

“Stop it!” I growled.

“I said I wanted-“ Hand. “An apology!” Flinch. He brought fire this time. My carpets burning.

“Get out!” I ran at him and pushed him out of the hole where my door used to be.

A punch to the stomach. I could handle that. I slammed my fists into his throat. He stumbled back before dissolving and reappearing behind me. He grabbed me by the back of my throat and threw me on the ground. Our quirks were similar: I had transportation and a pretty strong fire quirk: but he’d had much more time to practice it and I was terrible and transportation. IsHe jumped on top of me and used his knee to pin me too the ground.

“An apology?” He asked, raising his hand for yet another flinch.

“Ugh!” I tried pushing him off, but he was a lot heavier and my stomach wasn’t handling the pressure too well.

I didn’t even see his hand coming down until it was too late. A sharp ring filled the air as he hit my cheek with what felt like the force of a freight train. I could barely see his grinning face through the blur of my tears as he leaned down and said,

“Apology. Now.”

His knee was on my stomach and his other hand was wrapped around my throat. He raised his hand again. I curled up under him and put my hands over my face the best I could.

“I’m sorry.” I choked. “Sorry.”

“There we go.” He stroked a sharp nail down my face where he had slapped me. “I already see bruises. Tsk, what was shigaraki thinking, letting a baby like you here?”

“Get off, I apologized!”

He raised his hand again. I froze.

“No I think I’m not done here.” I could feel blood leaking into my ear from where Dabi’s nail had cut.

“Oi, what’s going on in here?” Twice practically banged down the door storming in. “Dabi?! Again? You want to cause more trouble? Get off of the poor kid.”

Dabi growled and did reluctantly, making sure to push his knee in as he got up.

I stayed lying on the floor, partly in pain, partly in shock. I hated Dabi. He hated me. He’d make fun of my flinching all the time. We’d fought before. But he never actually slapped me. Especially when he already knew he had beat me. When I was lying on the floor like that. I mean, we were on the same side, weren’t we?

“You okay kid?” Twice asked me.

“Yeah.” I said, trying not to sound to shaky and standing up.

“We’re all on the same side.” He said, glaring at both of us. “Try to get along.” He stormed out, leaving me and Dabi staring at each other from across the room.

I just stayed against the wall, praying he wouldn’t come near me again.

“You’re afraid of me.” He said.

“I’m not.”

“You’re a bad liar as well as weak.”

“Shut up!”

“I don’t blame your parent for wanting to punch you in the face all the time.”

“Shut up!” I said, cursing his stupid face and stupid me for wanting to cry. I couldn’t let him break me like this. Those were the last things I expected him to tease me about after his history with his family.

“Are you crying?!” He asked, sounding disgusted.

“No! Leave me alone!”

“I don’t want to spend an other second here.” He said, finally leaving and closing the door behind him. I slid down from the wall and put my head in my hands. That slap took more out of me then I would like to admit. I hadn’t been slapped in a while. And to be slapped like that? Down on the ground helpless? It brought back too many bad memories.

“There’s my baby boy! Did you get accepted?!”

My hands were shaking, and try as I might to steady them, she narrowed her eyes. “Tell me.”

“I didn’t make it….”

“What?!”

“I kinda freaked out when they started it. I didn’t make it in.”

That piercing stare, I knew what was coming.

“Show me.” She said, stretching out her hand. I nervously stepped up to her and handed her the letter. She read over it for a minute, then shook her head. “Come here.”

I stood in front of her, bracing. Slap!

As hard as I prepared myself, I was never ready. “I will not-“ slap! “Have a failure-“ slap! “ for a son!” Slap! “Are you crying?! This is why you didn’t get in.” Slap!

She pushed me back with the letter on to the floor. “Wait until your brother gets home.”

“Please don’t tell him!” I whispered for the floor. “I’m really sorry.”

“I’ll spare him no detail. Go to your room.”

I heard the door open and jumped.

“Hey.” Said a soft voice.

“Tyson?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

Oh no. My brother. He seemed pretty relaxed and kind, but not if you knew him like I did.

“I-“

“Shhh…” he came and sat next to me on the ground. “Do you know why she’s crying?” He asked me. I hated it when he did this. He seemed so kind, like an oasis. Someone I could confide in, but I knew where it was leading.

“I’m sorry! I tried, I really did-“

“If you really tried, you would’ve gotten in though, wouldn’t have you?” He took one of my wrists in his hands.

“I’m sorry. Please let go…”

“You know you deserve this.” He said, his voice still soft and relaxing.

His grip tightened to a painful level.

“O-ow. Stop! I’m sorry.”

“Shhh.” He said, covering my mouth with his hand. “You’ll be fine. But she’s crying because of you, and you know you deserve this.” Snap! My scream was muffled by his hand.

“Shh. Look it’s all over now.” He stood up and left the room, leaving me cradling my wrist and sobbing quietly in the corner of my room.

“Hey.” I was startled awake by toga. I was still slumped in the position I had fallen asleep in: back to the wall with my head in my hands.

“It’s dinner time and you looked like you were having a bad dream.”

For having such an evil quirk and and being completely insane, toga was one of the nicest people here. To be honest, I really liked her(as a friend, I’m not insane), and felt like I could tell her things.

“Yeah, kinda. What’s for dinner?”

“I don’t know but it’s only you me and Dabi tonight cause twice and shigaraki are gone.”

“Oh- I- I’m not really hungry.”

“Alright, up to you.” She skipped off.

I leaned my head against the wall again. No twice to stop Dabi. He could do whatever he wanted tonight and I would be strong enough to stop him. I crawled into bed that night feeling sick with worry. I didn’t have a door, twice and shigaraki were gone, and after what happened earlier today… he could kill me and there would be no way to stop him. I didn’t sleep for hours, but when I finally did I was awoken by being yanked out do bed. Immediately my instincts kicked in. I thrashed and set fire to the arms holding me, but I was just slammed against a wall. When my vision cleared, I saw Dabi standing in front of me. I knew it. I started fighting again, only to be slammed into the wall a second time.

“Stop fighting!” He hissed.

“Let go of me!” He raised his hand. Of course he did. And of course I flinched. Then his hand turned into a fist and it dropped to his side.

“Look, I’m not going to hurt you. I- I’m actually here to apologize.”

“Funny way of showing it.” I said, still suspended in air by my shirt collar.

“Right.” He dropped me on the ground. I rubbed my throat. “I didn’t mean to get so angry today. Sometimes I can’t control it.”

“I noticed.” I muttered. He glared at me.

“My point is, I shouldn’t have said what I said about your family. I’ve been through that too, so I should have known better.”

“How did you even know?”

“Well, the whole hitting thing, for one.”

“Oh yeah…”

“Sometimes you just make me angry.”

“M-me?”

“You had such an easy life. That could have been the life I was living when I was your age.”

“W-what are you talking about?”

“Sure, one of your parents hit you. But you didn’t get burned and end up looking like this.”

“But you survived.”

“So?”

“I had an older brother.”

“Yeah?”

“You remind me a lot of him, actually. I never thought it before but that might be why I’m so scared of you.”

“I see. Was he worse then your parents.”

“It was my mom…. And yeah.”

Dabi sighed and leaned against the wall.

“My wrist… he broke it when I failed the UA exam. It’s still a little weird, because I never got it checked out. Sometimes I can feel bones moving around.”

“Did he do things like that a lot?”

“Yeah. He was always so…” I shuddered. “Gentle about it.”

Dabi looked down at me. “And I remind you of him?”

“Do you blame me?”

He sighed. “I guess not. I said I was sorry.”

“It doesn’t work like that.”

“I know.”

There was silence for a minute. I felt almost guilty for shooting him down like that, but I was still to scared to move. He was right next to me… he could attack at any time.

“How’s your face?”

Was he teasing me? I subconsciously reached up and touched it: and winced.

“It’s fine.”

“No it’s not.”

“You hit really hard.”

“That’s good to know I guess.” He knelt down and looked at it. “Yeah, not fine.”

“It’ll be fine in the morning.”

“Yeah, you should get some sleep.”

I sat frozen for a minute.

“Go ahead! I’m not going to attack you.”

I scrambled upwards and hurried into my room, leaving Dabi out in the hall, still leaning his head against the wall and sighing.

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