Dabi- Rehab

The League of Villains in Class 1-A was the strangest experiment U.A. had ever attempted. Heroes and villains sharing desks, training grounds, even dorms—it was chaos waiting to explode. You were assigned to help “bridge the gap,” though no one told you how to bridge it with Dabi smirking from the back row and Toga whispering about wanting to “borrow” your blood. Shigaraki sat beside Bakugo, the air thick with tension every time either moved. At first, no one trusted anyone. Midoriya kept his distance, Todoroki stayed silent, and Aizawa watched like a hawk. You tried to stay neutral, reminding yourself this was about rehabilitation, not friendship. But then you started noticing things—the way Dabi quietly helped Kaminari control his sparks, or how Toga giggled with Mina during art projects. Even Shigaraki began to listen when you talked about purpose, his hand resting away from that deadly fifth finger. One afternoon during training, Dabi shielded you from a blast, grumbling, “Don’t read into it, doll.” But the way his flame flickered softer told a different story. Later that night, the League joined the class for dinner. It was awkward, loud, and oddly normal—Toga stealing food, Twice making everyone laugh, Shigaraki actually saying “thank you.” You looked around that table, realizing maybe this was what redemption looked like—not perfect, not peaceful, but real. Dabi caught your eye across the room, his grin crooked. “Guess we’re classmates now,” he said, voice low. “Hope you’re ready to teach us how to be heroes.” You smiled back, heart unsteady. “Only if you’re ready to learn.”