"Our universe grants every soul a twin -- a reflection of themselves -- the kindred spirit -- And no matter where they are or how far away they are from each other -- even if they are in different dimensions, they will always find one another. This is destiny; this is love."

- Julie Dillon

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"That's rough buddy" count: 208

: A couple of people broke the chain, how fucking dare you.

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"So you've killed your first victim. Depending on how you've reacted will affect the way you kill again."

You stared at Twice incredulously as he paced around in front of you in your. . . Your room, you guess you could call it? It was just cement walls and a very squeaky bed frame with a surprisingly comfortable mattress. Apparently Twice had thought about your stay and got the mattress before you arrived, which was sweet. He was currently your favourite of the league. Even if half the time he was cursing you out while spending the other half having genuine and friendly conversations with you.

Now, even though your room was just a bed in the corner, it didn't stop you from quoting a very legendary meme when Dabi had opened the door the day before.

It was before your surprise "training session" when you blew up a plane, and he was about to tell you to be ready in five minutes, but as soon as he opened your door (without knocking, by the way), you saw him and yelled, "GET OUT OF MY ROOM, I'M PLAYING MINECRAFT."

You weren't gonna lie, you had really been missing Kaminari at that point.

But so far, your stay at the League wasn't as torturous as you'd expected it to be. You were actually kind of enjoying it there.

Twice was someone you were definitely the closest to. Not that you guys were close, but you did have a lot of laughs and conversations together. You saw the kind of person he was. By the looks of things, he was genuinely a good soul. His quirk just spun him out of control at some point, from what you assumed, and thus lead to his mind combatting with itself. You didn't think Twice was a bad guy. But you didn't doubt his loyalties to the League, either. And as much as you hated the League, you respected his choice.

Shigaraki wasn't too much of a bother at all. Ignoring the fact that he was the reason why any of this was happening in the first place and he was threatening to kill everyone you knew and loved.

But besides that.

It was only when you purposefully ticked him off by pestering him did he get a little testy. But Kurogiri always stepped in.

All you had to say about Kurogiri: Stan a respectful bartender who has a calm, butler-like demeanour all the time.

You and that ninja turtle/lizard/snake/spinach, Spinner, never got along, always bickering. But, it was only during group discussion times.

Yeah, you couldn't believe the League had those.

But you and Spinner's bickering wasn't nearly as bad as your bickering with Dabi. Boy, was Kurogiri on edge and ready to take action whenever you two were in a room together. It wasn't just plain insults like when you and Spinner were arguing. It was full on death threats and threatening quirk usage. So Kurogiri was pretty dang stressed whenever you both were near each other.

And Toga. . . Was Toga. You didn't like whatsoever how she was talking about Midoriya. At all. From what you could recall, you lunged at her, gripped your hands around her neck and starting shaking her.

Basically you tried to kill her.

Kurogiri pried you off her within seconds, and she had still been giggling by the time you had left the room with a heated slam of your bedroom door. But that was the only violent interaction you had with her. She may have learnt her lesson at that time, because she hadn't mentioned Midoriya in your conversations since then. Other than that, you discovered she was a rather passionate speaker about things only she was passionate about, but you respected it and found it sort of precious.

The passion, not the topics.

The others you didn't talk to often, but when you did, it was quick and short, either passing on a message or confirming details.

What made you uneasy was the fact that you were beginning to warm up to these guys. Not warm up to them entirely, but you were definitely getting more comfortable. You were almost enjoying your time there (ignoring the upcoming mission that would cause you tons and tons of misery). And not because you enjoyed hanging out with killers or any of that.

It was because during your entire time there, not once had you been pressed in from the stress of being a prophesied soulmate. Not once. And it was sort of freeing.

But back to Professor Twice.

"I heard you passed out. Assuming it was from utter distress in what you had just been forced to do, I'm assuming you won't ever kill anyone again. HOWEVER, you've got the violent anger stuff going for you. And I hate to agree with Dabi sometimes— THAT MAN IS A LEGEND IN TIGHT PANTS AND A TRENCH COAT— He did have a point when you first got here. He told us. . ."

You stalked off to your room, slamming the door behind you.

"Lol, what a teen." Mr. Compress said.

"She's got a lot of violence pent up in her body," Dabi said, leaning against the wall behind him, crossing his arms and gazing thoughtfully at your door.

"I'm pretty sure you just piss her off," Twice piped in.

Twice stood there, waiting for your reaction. You blinked, thrown off a little. "OH, is that it? Sorry, I thought you had more up your sleeve."

"Yeah, that's all I got. He just made a pretty good observation. Anyway, as much as it annoys me to agree with him, he has a point. You just gotta channel your inner anger and release it."

You sighed, standing up from your bed, "Listen, Twice, I really appreciate what you're trying to do and all the effort you're putting in, but I'm not going to hurt my school."

Twice nodded his head with slight disappointment, sighing a little, "I know."

You smiled thankfully before patting his shoulder and leaving the room, sending a lazy middle finger to a passing Dabi.

Dabi gave one back in return before entering your room and standing in front of Twice, "You didn't say anything, did you?"

Twice shook his head, laughing nervously, "No, but I almost did. Pretty close."

Dabi sighed, "Be more careful."

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You stalked off to your room, slamming the door behind you.

"Lol, what a teen." Mr. Compress said.

"She's got a lot of violence pent up in her body," Dabi said, leaning against the wall behind him, crossing his arms and gazing thoughtfully at your door.

"I'm pretty sure you just piss her off," Twice piped in.

"She's pissed at me because of what I did to her aunt or whatever. She'd be pissed at anyone who did anything to hurt those who she loved. If she won't willingly fight her school, how about we use this to our advantage?"

Shigaraki leaned forward slightly, along with everyone in the room as they all listened in to Dabi's potential plan. "What are you suggesting?"

"How about we find a way to make her believe that someone from her school, perhaps a teacher, did something to hurt. . . Perhaps, her friends?"

Shigaraki hummed in thought, before adding in his own suggestion, "Or we can fabricate something to make her believe that—"

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