Since the altercation with Yoku, Dabi had become more distant with his comrades. As if he wasn't like that already. He went from sometimes showing up to meetings, to now getting a quick text from Twice or Toga updating him on their next move, or if they had any new recruits and running it by him before letting them join. Dabi just started replying with simple "whatevers" as the days went on. His focus on the League blurred out into background scenery, the phone calls from them was white noise, their goals had become nothing more than dreams lost in the sea of impossible wishes.

"What are y-" Endeavor cleared his throat, "I wasn't expecting you." Dabi wore a scowl on his face as he met eyes with his father. Endeavor scratched the back of his neck not knowing where to go from here.

"Not even gonna ask how I found your new house, huh?"

Endeavor snapped himself back into things and looked back in the house, seeing many boxes that still needed to be unpacked. "Oh, well I'm sure you have your ways."

Dabi rolled his eyes following it up with a scoff. "Listen, coming here is the last thing I wanted to do."

"So why did you?" Endeavor asked coldly. "If you're here to ask about Shouto, I don't have any answers for you. Your brother hates me as much as you do." He paused, looking up and down at the disguised man in the tattered hoodie. "Dabi."

For a split second, Dabi could have sworn his father just called him- no that can't be right, he thought. There's no way. That wasn't his real- well yes it was. But he couldn't decide if- yet he made up his mind. "Hold on. Are you messing with me right now?"

"What? That is your name now, right?"

"Yeah but-"

"Then what's the problem?"

Dabi clenched his jaw and exhaled harshly as his fists shook, "Who do you think you are?" There was a long list of things that Dabi hated, and one of those things was being patronized. Especially coming from his father of all people. "You're still a piece of shit father regardless of what you owned up to, so don't stand there and think you get to look down on me!"

"You chose your path!" Endeavor shouted back, "Me, Shouto, your mother, we all tried getting you to make the right choice but you didn't."

"You don't get to tell me what's right and wrong!" Dabi argued, "You lost that privilege a long time ago!"

Endeavor crossed his arms, "You're right. I'm not your father. My son burned in flames years ago. He's been dead for a long time and I lived with a shrine of him in my house to remind me of it." He lowered his head down to meet eyes with the man on his doorstep, "His name was Touya."

There was something about someone else saying that Touya Todoroki was dead that messed with Dabi's head. When he said it, it was like having a sense of power and a new found persona. When his own father said it, it felt like he was being abandoned and forgotten all over again. There was no way he'd ever long for the affection of Enji now, but knowing that he came to terms on the situation and who his not-so-son decided to be, Dabi felt like he lost total control of the very thing he brought to the light. The truth.

People always say there's three truths. Your truth. The other persons truth. And the actual truth. Dabi wanted his truth to be the only one that existed. In a perfect world where things weren't too complex, he would be in the right. Unfortunately, nothings that simple.

Dabi stared on blankly. Then he realized, he really did lose full control of the situation. He went from being the puppet master to just a mere onlooker in the crowd. This couldn't be happening.

"So that's it?" Dabi swallowed the lump in his throat and scoffed to make it seem as if he wasn't hurting. "Just gonna shrug me off and leave me in the past along with the rest of your mistakes, huh?"

"My mistakes will never disappear." Endeavor growled, "I'm trying to make things right."

"Whatever." Dabi scoffed, "You haven't learned a damn thing have you? The world learns about everything you did and what happened after that?" He rhetorically asked with a twist of the face, "You're still Mr.#1. All the "right people" still love you."

Endeavor looked down, "The worlds not a fair, kind place. I know that I got let off easy. The most I got was a slap on the wrist and forced to take anger management and family counseling." He himself was disgusted by how things turned out. Things should have been worse for him. They had to be. He question if that was the root of why he left the house for Fuyumi to run, and to invite Natsuo to live there again. Hopefully, when the doctors say it's okay, Rei can come home too.

Endeavor knew in his heart that their family would be better off without him. Yes, he'll still provide and help whenever he could. It was the least he could do. Of course, leaving hurt him more than any pain he's ever felt. That was his way of punishing himself. If society wouldn't black list him, he'd have to somehow make things right himself. Removing himself from the equation so that his family could heal and grow together to be happy was what, in his mind, needed to be done. Self torture, forcing himself to except the reality of it all. Endeavor's heart felt heavy knowing that was the starting point and there was more to come, but it's what he deserved. He held onto hope that maybe someday things will be different. But that was him just being optimistic. "We don't have to do this out here. You should come inside."

"Embarrassed someone will hear?"

"No. But if you're seen, you'll be captured." Dabi looked back and saw cars driving by, being noticed was too risky.

"Fine." Dabi bumped past his father and proceeded into the house. Boxes were piled up in the corner, small appliances were scattered on the countertops along with some old photos. One in particular caught his attention. "I remember this." Little Touya holding his baby brother, Shouto who had super rosy cheeks at the moment the picture was taken.

Endeavor walked around to see the photo, a sad, guilty smile appeared then quickly disappeared. "So do I. Even though you and Shouto weren't close, for some reason when you held him," he paused biting back a wobbly lip, "he'd stop crying. Rei and I would be up for hours trying to get him to sleep but nothing would work."

"I remember mom coming into my room some nights and getting me to rock him to sleep." Dabi placed the picture faced down, "I can't believe I forgot about that." There was so much hatred in Dabi's heart, he focused on the pain so much that the lovely moments seemed to fade away and he slowly went mad. "I miss her." He sucked in a quick gasp hoping those words were in his head and didn't escape his mouth.

"So do I." Endeavor harshly rubbed his eyes of any tears and regained his composure. "Have you talked to Shouto at all?"

He shook his head, "Nah. After he got burned at that rally I went out to find him but I didn't have any luck."

Endeavor raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. "Is that so?"

*Dabi's flashback*

Dabi was shaking with frustration. His allies were turning their backs on him and questioning his loyalty, his brother was intentionally putting himself in danger. Everything was falling apart.

He waited close by UA to hopefully catch Shouto alone and off guard but there was no sight of him. He called hospitals, posing as Natsuo, so that the receptionist could tell him if his little brother checked in to treat a burn. Still no luck. It was already getting dark so he decided to head back to the hideout.

He passed by a bar and stopped when the door was flung open and two large animal-like men were throwing out some sweaty geezer who was cursing and slurring his words. So pathetic, he thought. Something about this guy looked familiar.

The man struggled to push himself up off the pavement and wobbled until he found a stable standing position. "You damn mutants!" He shouted then turned his attention to Dabi who stood there staring. "Whatr' you lookin' at?" He drawled our, spitting at Dabi's feet and proceeded to stumble away.

Dabi looked down when he heard a sizzling. The pavement was burning. "Acid." He cocked his head to the side and clenched his jaw. "Alright you fat fuck. Let's see if you can handle getting burned." Dabi followed the man who was more than likely lost considering how confused he was when he found himself behind some abandoned buildings.

"What the shit?" The drunk scratched his head, trying to remember where his damn house was. "Wherein' da hell am I?"

"You're lost." Dabi's voice echoed through the empty buildings. "How unfortunate." He smirked.

"Back da fuck up, Skinny boy." He wiped his sweat with the back of his hand, "I'm a black belt. I'll kickyer ass."

Dabi sarcastically chuckled, "Oh I'd like to see yuh try you tub of lard."

"Take that hood off so I can seeyer face, coward!" Dabi shrugged, removing the hood. By the way the drunk stumbled backwards, he could tell he didn't expect this turn of events. "Yer- yer that guy!" He pointed, "The one from the League! Endeavor's son!"

"You're right." Dabi stalked his way closer to the man who had backed up into a gate. He kneeled down to the mans sitting position and grabbed him by his stained shirt, "You do know why I followed you, right?" The man shook his head, "You hurt my little brother."

"That wasn't me."

"That wasn't you?" Dabi tugged at the Captain Celebrity shirt that was tearing at the seams, "You expect me to believe that?"

"It was an accident! I-"

"I'm bored now." Dabi cut him off and stood up, extending his arm out. "Time to burn fatso." Do you think killing people is the answer? The flames in Dabi's hand extinguished. Not this again, he thought. Please son, don't do it! It's not too late to change. Touya! Rei's voice rang in his head like a loud siren, piecing through his ears and brain.

"Please! Have mercy!" The drunk begged, bringing his forehead down to the ground, pleading for his pathetic life. "I'm sorry! I didn't wanna hurt anybody!" He cried.

Dabi struggles to keep his hand up, it was like some unknown force was trying to get him to stop. He was fighting against it but in the end, he let it win. I can't do it. "Stand up." He ordered the drunk who complied. Dabi went over and found a discarded piece of cloth from the nearby dumpster and twisted it, then forced the man to bite down on the smelly fabric. "Don't scream." Dabi hissed, grabbing the man by the face and burning a mark onto the right side of his eye. The man tried to struggle out of Dabi's grasp to no avail as he screamed into the gag that muffled his voice. Dabi ripped his hand away and pushed the man onto the ground. He huffed, still trying to hold himself back. "Now you know what he felt."

The drunk curled into a ball, holding his blinded eye that he could have sworn was melting. "You're a monster!" he continued to sob.

"Maybe." Dabi answered as he walked off, "But don't forget. This monster showed you mercy."

"Mercy?" A deep chuckle drew closer to the scene, "You fuckin Judas." From around the corner Yato made his presence known. He stood between the two men. "Would ya look at this shit? Here I was feeling bad for what I did, that I tracked you down to come apologize. Then I see this."

"What do you want?" Dabi growled. This was literally the last guy he wanted to see right now.

"I want you..." he prodded Dabi's chest then pointed back at the quivering man, "To do what's right."

"What's right isn't for you to decide, Playboy."

Yato smirked, "Fair enough. Guess I'll go tell everybody that you found the guy who hurt your brother, who you're apparently trying so hard to protect, that you couldn't even get the job done."

"Ever heard of an eye for an eye, dumbass?"

"I have actually. But that's bullshit cuz we don't play to get even. We play to win."

"There is no 'We'."

"Hmmm, alright. So what's really stopping you? Change of heart?" He tauntingly pouted. "That's weak, dude." Dabi shoved Yato, who's expression changed real fast. "You don't wanna do this, Dabi. Remember what happened last time."

"I won't let you get close enough then. I have long range, remember?" He stood back, and held flames in both hands.

"Oh right, kill me but keep this squabbling bastard alive."

"What do you want from me?! Just leave me the fuck alone! All of you need to mind your damn business!"

"We're in this together if you haven't noticed. I'm on your side but it's you who seems to be drifting to the other team."

Dabi clenched his fists tightly, "I don't need the League anymore. I already got what I wanted."

Yato scowled then flipped his frown into a cheery smile, "Then that solves it." He stretched his arms out and folded his hands behind his head. "Until Shigaraki comes back, I'll lead the group."

"Please, you can't even fully dress yourself properly." He insulted, in reference to Yato never wearing a shirt. "And yet you wanna lead a bunch of psychos."

"Well those psychos seem to trust me a lot more than they trust you. With a little convincing, you'll lose Twice. And a little persuasion will get Toga under my arm too. Y'see what they need is a strong leader who will make sacrifices to reach their goal. Not one that bails out when he doesn't like the circumstances."

Dabi snarled at those confident words Yato was spewing that held the weight of a fucking feather. "Oh yeah? Just shows how small your fucking brain is if you think you know what's good for them."

"Then prove me wrong." Yato stepped out of the way, "We have all night. Something tells me he won't get very far." They both looked at the drunk who was on the verge of passing out from the sight of his peeling skin and blood loss.

Dabi scoffed, "Tch, fine." he hovered over the squealing man who once again pleaded for mercy.

"No... please..."

Dabi squeezed his eyes shut and blocked out the voices in his head screaming for him to stop. The guilt and anger fueled his flames as a gust of blue engulfed the man as he screamed. The fire dwindled down but the drunk was still alive.

"Hey Dabs, he's still kickin'."

Dabi turned his back, "Let em suffer."

Dabi knew he had to come off as the cold hearted leader that he once was before all this shit started happening to him. Yet, there was still that side of him that wanted to put a stop to all of this. His mother's voice was something he couldn't keep ignoring. Leaving the man partially alive, as awful as it sounds, gave Dabi some comfort that he didn't fully finish the job. Nature would take its course and do it for him. So it couldn't possibly count. Right?

Denial sure is a hell of a drug and Dabi was taking it everyday. All he wants now is to break the habit.

*end flashback*

"If anybody could track down Shouto, I thought it would be you." Endeavor explained.

"Sorry to disappoint." Dabi sarcastically answered as he made his way over to an unoccupied couch where he then sat. He leaned forward and put his burner phone on the coffee table and took off his jacket, making himself comfortable. "Lookin forward to living alone?"

"Do you really care?"

"Not really, no."

"Where are you staying?" Endeavor asked. He was always curious on where the League would hide out since the heroes destroyed their original base.

"Here and there. Can't stay in one place for too long."

"I see." Endeavor moved things around to keep himself occupied and not focus on the awkwardness of this conversation.

"Endeavor!" A person shouted as they annoyingly banged on the door. "It's Detective Mayaku. I have important news!"

"Shit." Endeavor cursed, "Him again. Go hide upstairs I'll let you know when he leaves." Dabi went to go hide but made sure to be close enough to hear what was so important that this guy needed to talk in person instead of calling like a normal person. Endeavor opened the door and a young man let himself inside. "Sure, you can come in."

"Sorry for intruding." Mayaku apologetically bowed his head. "I have news about Sake Koshin."

"Who?"

"The man that was found burned to a crisp a few blocks down from the bar."

"Ok right. How did you identify him? I thought you said you found mostly ashes and some bones."

"Some of his teeth survived the fire so we went off of dental records. It took a little while for us to get the results back."

"Hm, so what was so important that you couldn't leave me a voicemail?"

"Well I've been digging. You see, the burned cloth we found wasn't his shirt like we expected. I visited the scene again and I discovered fabric and seams entangled in the rods of the gate that Sake was probably leaning up against." Endeavor tapped his foot impatiently, making Mayaku nervous and start to stammer. "What I'm trying to say is, Sake was the man who shot acid at your son."

Endeavor stiffened his jaw, "How can you be so sure?"

"Well I talked to some of the men at the bar and they said that Sake is a regular who always causes trouble. They saw him on TV when he hurt your son and he picked a fight with the bartender when he said he should feel ashamed for hurting a child." He explained. "He was murdered the same night he hurt your son."

Endeavor uncrossed his arms and towered over the detective. "Are you accusing Shouto of doing this?"

Mayaku shrunk where he stood, "N-no! Not at all! But I do think it was your other son." He gulped, "Touya."

"Touya's nowhere to be seen. And I doubt he'd kill someone to avenge the brother who he abandoned." Endeavor didn't mean those words. With the way Dabi had been acting, it seemed like a possibility.

"I guess that's true. The bartender did say that when they kicked out Sake, there was a man in a black hoodie standing at the door who never entered the bar."

Endeavor looked passed Mayaku and over at the couch where Dabi had left his hoodie. A bead of sweat dripped down his forehead. "That could have been anybody. You know Shouto's organization has a lot traction right now. Maybe one of the followers did this." He guided Mayaku towards the door, hoping that he wouldn't turn towards the couch.

"How many fire users do you know? Ordinary citizens don't exactly have the fire power to char bones to dust unless they've had training. Which is hard for non pro's and students to get, or unless they were taking illegal quirk enhancing drugs.

Ring! Ring!

Endeavor cringed at the sound, knowing Dabi's burner phone was right in front of the couch with the other evidence. "Are you gonna answer that?"

"Uh, no I'm talking to you that would be rude."

"Listen, Endeavor. All I'm saying is that Touya being behind this isn't too far fetched. Whoever did this was looking for revenge."

Ring! Ring!

This time it was the detectives phone that needed to be answered, "Hello?" ... "Are you sure?" ... "Alright, I can't believe I missed that." ... "Thank you so much. Bye."

"Who was that?"

"My assistant." He slowly placed his cell into his front pocket, "Endeavor... you should sit down for this." Mayaku turned around to have a seat and saw Dabi's black hoodie on the couch. "Did you shrink your laundry?"

"Yeah. My daughter usually took care of laundry so now I'm figuring it out." He lied. Mayaku picked up the hoodie and pinched his nose at the horrid smoke smell. Pesky detectives. "So what is it? I have a lot of things to take care of."

"Well... I was just informed that there's a possibility there were two people at the crime scene." Endeavor scrapped his hands over his face, "The burns in the pavement. One set looked more focused, and the other was more erratic. And by the shades of the markings, the range of temperatures had to be completely different."

Ring! Ring! Ring! Ri- 'Hey Dabi, it's meeeee! Toga! Listen, Jin and I have been worried about you. What happened a few days ago, we don't blame you for how you feel about joining forces with your brother. But keep an open mind, m'kay? This'll be good for us. I'll check in again later. Byeeeee!'

Endeavor froze at the sound of the audible voicemail. Busted.

"Endeavor..."

The #1 quickly stood up, "No, it's not what you think!"

"Are you covering for your sons!?"

"Absolutely not!"

"Shouto and Touya! They killed-!"

"They didn't!"

"You're hiding Touya here!" Mayaku grabbed at the cuffs that were attached to his weapon belt. "I have to arrest him."

"You can't." Endeavor forbid.

Mayaku slumped his shoulders, "I'll say he broke in. We can make things look like a struggle went down and I walked in. None of this will fall back on you. But I need you to understand why I need to arrest him. Touya is a criminal."

Endeavor grabbed the man by the arm before he could walk up the stairs, "I told the world already... This is my fault. I won't let my sons pay for my mistakes anymore."

"Let go of me or I'll have no choice but to arrest you too. Even though you'll more than likely get off easy again, but it'll tarnish your name even more when it comes to the Hero Billboard polls."

"Sounds like a threat." Endeavor growled.

"If you don't let go, I'll be forced to call for backup."

Endeavor lowered his head, "I'm sorry." He let go. Right before Mayaku could take a step he was hit with flames that stunned him, causing his body to fall to the ground.

When Dabi heard the man hit the floor he ran down the stairs, "What the hell? That drunk bastards dead? I knew he would have died but I didn't burn him to ash. And Shouto... he wouldn't have done that."

"I know." Endeavor looked his son in the eyes. "I know."

*Endeavor's flashback*

"Yeah I splashed acid all over that kids, face!" A drunk in the distance bragged, "I'd say it's an improvement. That'll teach em to shut'is mouth bout shit he knows nothin bout!"

"Hey buddy," the bartender leaned over the counter, "Don't think you're hot shit just cuz you hurt a kid who's standing up for something."

The drunk rubbed his prickly chin, "Hm, not surprised a reptile like yourself would agree with dumbass kids."

"What did you just call me?"

"Ick! Yer scaly skin makes me wanna vomit." He spit in the shot glass and slid it towards the bartender, "Anybody else back there who can serve me? I don't want yer mutant claws touchin my drink."

"Hey!" Another man shouted, "Cut the shit or I'll beat your ass, borracho."

"Like I'm scared of a man crossed with ayyyy uhhh what the fuck are you? Part dog? Disgusting."

The bartender and the other man trying to enjoy his drink had both had enough of this blabbering idiot. They grabbed him by the arms and dragged him towrds the doors as he screamed out calling them words like "mut" and "mutant". "Animal fucker" was also a more common slur that people used against those with non-human based quirks. Anybody who thought those words knew better to be silent, but that didn't change the fact that hate was still out there.

"And stay out!" They shouted, slamming the door shut. "Every night with that guy, it's always something."

"This is like the 12th time I've kicked him outta here."

Endeavor sat quietly in the corner of the bar. A few shots of whiskey in his system, and the urge to order more. The drinks kept coming and he downed them so fast he forgot how many he'd had.

Being out wasn't much of a worry for Endeavor. Nobody noticed him without his hero costume or flaming beard. He just looked like a big, burly guy with reading glasses and a sweater.

Part of him wanted to go into hero mode

to take that guy out himself. But with the alcohol brewing inside of him, he knew that wasn't a good idea. Those words though. They kept playing in Endeavor's head. That bastard was proud of what he did to Shouto. So much so that he was bragging about it to a bar full of people. The rage was boiling over.

"Hey sweetie." A busty waitress rested her dainty hand on his broad shoulder. "Better slow down there. Don't want you passing out on us, Pops."

Endeavor lazily looked up at her, she was young. Maybe a little older than Fuyumi but still very young. Her face was okay but her tight body looked amazing. He shook those dirty thoughts out of his head. It was the liquor talking. He never had thoughts like that. "I'll be fine. I'll just have one more beer and I'll be out of your hair."

"Coming right up." She winked.

Endeavor smirked and shook his head. There's a reason why he didn't drink. It made him want to act out in more ways than one. That's why the most he'd ever drink is a small glass of wine at dinner. He'll never forget after graduation, how All Might and Mic dragged him and Aizawa out for drinks. Nobody would have guessed that Endeavor would have been such a lightweight while Aizawa was a beast at drinking. The night was fuzzy, but all they remembered was meeting some girls that night and the rest was history.

He was pulled from his thoughts when a bottle slid in front of him. "You're kinda hot for an older guy."

"Thanks. But I'm married."

The waitress pouted, "Aw, well that's never stopped anybody before."

Endeavor finished the last of his drink, "I should get going." He pulled out his wallet and left the girl a generous tip. Stumbling out the door, he let his feet guide him to wherever they chose to wind up. He had no idea where he had drifted off too but it was quiet.

Soon he came to a stop after hearing faint breathing and rattling coming from behind some old buildings. Curious, he wobbled down the path to check it out.

The rattling got louder so it was easy to trace where the sound was coming from. "Who's there?" Endeavor took off his glasses that started to give him a headache and put them in his pocket. "This is why I hate drinking."

"H...he..help... me..." a weak voice croaked.

It was a man who looked severely burned. Some of his clothes were still attached to his body but his muscle was falling from the bone the more he moved, trying to pull himself up with the assistance of the gate he was leaned up against.

"Oh god..." Endeavor hurried over, "Sir? Who did this to you?" He pulled out his cell phone prepared to call a medic.

"He... it was a... sc-scarecrow... a p...patched up... scarecrow..." the delirious man weakly answered.

"Patched up?" If there was one thing people always said to describe Dabi, it would be patched up.

'911 what is your emergency?'

Endeavor looked at the mans shriveled body and recognized the shirt. It's the man from the rally and the bar. Endeavor hung up his phone. "You hurt my son."

"N-no..." Endeavor's flaming beard ignited and his eyes were bloodshot. "E-en.. Endeavor?" He choked on the air slipping through his fried lungs. "Help... mmmme."

"You had the nerve to laugh and brag about hurting my son." He growled, his temple pulsing in the side of his head from sheer anger. "Then Touya found you. If I call the ambulance now there's a slim chance you might survive, or at least live long enough to give up Touya's name." Endeavor stood over the man, "I won't let that happen." He focused his flames onto the body, making sure to burn it to where it was nothing but ash and bone. "My sons won't suffer because of me anymore... They can't."

*end flashback*

"It was you." Dabi looked at his father wide eyed. "You killed him."

"I had to! Who knew how long he would have lived? If I didn't find him someone else would have."

"Why did you do that?"

"He hurt Shouto! And you tried to avenge your brother and I didn't want the police to have another reason for wanting to arrest you!"

"You protected me..." Dabi moved the unconscious detective with his foot, "Now what are we gonna do about this guy?"

Endeavor looked up confused, "We?"

"Look, I still hate you. But this guy thinks me and Shouto did it. I'm not gonna let this get pinned on him too. And if you're in jail, who's gonna be the one to bail him out when he gets into trouble?"

Endeavor agreed to accept his sons help. "Wait, that voicemail. Did Shouto's group really join you?"

"Nah, they want to join forces with him but I told them to leave him out of it." Dabi paused, "I'm not gonna let him turn out like me." He then grabbed his phone and made a phone call.

"Well, this is just messy." Giren adjusted his glasses and took a long drag of his cigarette. "I charge a cleaning, transporting, and quirk using fee." He handed Endeavor the bill.

"How much!?" He shouted.

Dabi looked over his shoulder, "Wow that's a lot of zeroes." Endeavor scowled at him, making Dabi chuckle, "Hey, not my fault you let a detective in the house."

"I'll go get my checkbook."

"Uh, no. In cash." Giren reminded.

"Damn criminal. Fine, I have some in the safe." Endeavor walked up the stairs to get the money.

"I've gotta say, I'm shocked. Never thought I'd see the day where you'd help your father."

"Shut it. This ain't about him, alright."

"Keep telling yourself that." Giren kneeled down and held the detectives head in between his hands.

Giren. His quirk: Muddiness. He has the ability to cause minor amnesia to his target by making contact with their head, causing their memories of the previous five minutes and the next five minutes to become vague.

"Since he's been unconscious, he won't remember the events leading up to your father knocking him out, and when he wakes up he'll be horribly confused and more than likely think he had a bad dream." The broker explained with his cigarette hanging from his lips.

"Thanks for this." He knelt down beside him, "Also I don't need the League knowing about what happened."

Giren turned with a smug look on his face, "You know what it takes to keep my mouth shut, Dabi."

He rolled his eyes and dug in his pockets, "Uh, all I have is a pack of menthols."

Giren plucked the box out of the mans hand, "Thanks. I was running out." Endeavor came back down with the money wrapped up neatly in a rubber band and handed it to the broker. "My men will be here shortly to transport him back home and to clean up this fiery mess." He motioned with his hands, in reference to the burn marks on the wall and floor.

"What about the crime scene?" Dabi asked, "Who knows what more evidence they can pull from there?"

"I'm afraid I'm not your man for that job." Giren slouched, "I'm sure you boys will figure something out." He laughed to himself, "Ah, I'm sorry. It's just amusing to see a member of the infamous League of Villains joining forces with the new #1 Hero. It's unreal."

"And don't you say shit about it."

"I know I know. My lips are sealed."

Shortly after Giren left, his men took the body and cleaned up to get rid of any evidence that the detective was ever in the house. "Thanks for that." Endeavor looked over at Dabi who seemed relieved that this was taken care off.

"Don't mention it, dad." They both froze,

Did he just?

Did I just?

"Enji. I said Enji." Dabi corrected himself.

"Right. That's what I heard too."

Dabi didn't know what it was, but saying "dad" didn't sting his tongue as much as he thought it would. Who knew that covering for each other over a murder and assaulting a detective could bring people together.

"Hey, if you need anything..." Endeavor began but trailed off, "Nevermind."

"Just spit it out, Enji."

"I'm here if you need anything. Or if you feel like you have nowhere to go, my doors always open." Before things got too mushy, he tried making things less deep. "Uh, the old house too. You can also stay there if you like. I'm sure your sister will be thrilled."

Dabi was trying to understand what the hell was happening. His dad was really trying to put the broken pieces back together. So much so that he himself broke the law. "I'll keep that in mind." Dabi flung his jacket back on and put up the hood. "I should get going."

"Yeah." Endeavor watched his son leave and shut the door behind him. Then he softly said, "Goodnight Touya."

Dabi turned around, looking back at the house. "Night dad."