Perhaps, she just wanted to do something. Well, it wasn't the first time she's helped someone. Not that she wants recognition.

She just hates seeing unfair advantages. What's done is done. There's another good deed of hers. No need to want to have gratitude or anything.

She kept her back turned towards him. Surprisingly, she was walking away just fine. Like she wasn't hurt. (I need to go get the bullet out.)

Dang. It hurts so much. But she always masks her weakness. She never wants to look like she's a pushover. Without a word, she starts heading home.

Dabi watched as she walked away. (When she spoke, those villains immediately left. They did what she said.) He smirked. (Something about her is different than most people I meet out here. She would be a good addition to the league.)

Satoko walks back into her 'house'. She ripped off her leather jacket on one side. The blood stuck onto it, causing to sting more. She cursed a bit. Her shoulder was revealed, bleeding and oozing.

(This is gonna be a challenge.)

Dabi was sitting on a rooftop and looking down at her. Due to her only wearing a tank top, he was able to see her muscles better. She definitely looked like she could fight. Her muscles weren't extremely large, but she definitely wasn't weak.

She had a tattoo on her back. The design was a bunch of roses tied together with some string. The way she took care of her wound seemed so focused and careful. Until eventually, she froze. She raised her head and glared in Dabi's direction.

Removing the bullet wouldn't be so smart to do. It could cause it to hemorrhage. The best she could do was applying a large amount of pressure as she wrapped it.

"Do you think I didn't notice you over there?" She finally called out as she put her jacket back on. "You creep."

"I was curious about how long it would take you," he lied. He made his way down the side of the house. His feet planted on the ground below. "Ever heard of the league of villains?"

"Yeah?" She rolled her eyes at the obvious question. "Who hasn't?"

Even though she doesn't have access to tv, a lot of people are always talking about them and the heroes.

"You don't seem to recognize me though." Dabi smiled. "I go by Dabi these days, so that's what I'd like you to call me for now." He tilted his head to the side. "Why don't we talk about you joining the league?"

"Satoko Takahashi. Not interested." She scoffed. "Least I could do is exchange formalities. I'm highly against bringing casualties to others."

(Great, another villain to bother me.) She's starting to regret ever helping him. Not only is he a villain, he's part of the league.

"You've seen what I'm capable of. Wouldn't it be better to be on my side than to be against me?" He started. "I could have killed you already. If I didn't want you on my side then I would have. So is it really a good idea for you to refuse?"

"Tch. You don't scare me." She hissed. "You're just scummy to want to kill someone for taking a bullet for you. Makes me feel so repulsed and not want to join even more."

"That's not what interests me so much. If I thought you were hero material, I would have just killed you." There was a glint of amusement in his eyes. "Luckily for you, we're similar in some ways."

"Heroes are just as terrible as villains are." She retorted another surprising statement to him. "There's no way I'm similar to the likes of you. I don't threaten to kill anyone like you do. I'm my own person! My own side!"

"Interesting." Dabi stepped towards her. "Guess I'll take you by force."

"Seriously..." She put up her fighting stance. Posing in a way for her wound not to be grabbed. It still hurts immensely.

It was ironic that she was about to use self-defense on someone she saved. It goes against her own personal code too. "I'm warning you. You're really getting me peeved."

"How scary," he said sarcastically. He grabbed her wrist roughly. The skin on his hand felt odd to the touch due to the two different textures.

"Ok, you asked for it, you jerk!" Satoko twisted her wrist in a way to break his grip. She definitely wasn't going to make it simple for him. Bending backwards, she swung a roundhouse kick towards him.

Dabi grabbed her foot as it came inches away from his face. He twisted it at an awkward angle and, hearing the sickening pop, let go of her. "I only dislocated this time. Next time, I'll break it for real."

She bit her tongue to hold back any scream of pain. It was hard enough to make it bleed. She spat at him.

"If you break my bones, what's the point of me joining when I'd be useless?!" She used logic against him. Of course, she was bluffing about joining.

(If I can find an opening to lower his defenses... I can make my get away.)

"You would have time to heal. It's not like it would go untreated if you decide to join us." He leaned down and picked her up to carry across his shoulders.

"H-hey! Watch it!" She growled. "I'm a woman, ya know!!"

She punched onto his back with her better hand. Moving around caused a sharp pain across her shoulder. She winced as that made her stop. It was no use.

Dabi ignored what she had to say. It didn't matter to him. He got what he wanted, and that was that.

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A/N: Here's the cover art without the text! ;w; Eep! Um so... I want to eventually make paintings for certain moments of this fanfiction. I'm not sure exactly WHEN I would be able to do it. Also, if this fanfic gets popular. I MIGHT consider making this into a webtoon after I'm done working on "The Ones Among Us" webtoon. We'll see. And sorry for splicing up this chapter. I couldn't fit all the text. ^^;