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[the-cremator]

*Momo's phone received a text*

*It read...*

Creati

If you want the Hero back healthy and in one piece, then you better do as I say.

First things first.

You better not be tracking the whereabouts of me or the hostage.

If you are then I will know.

And it will mean the end of Pro Hero Uwabami.

The second thing is...

Do not tell anyone about these messages.

If you have told anyone already then I will find out.

Now...

If you wish to disregard my warnings and sound the alarm to your teachers and other Heroes then please do so.

I will kill Uwabami before any of them reach me.

The reason I'm contacting you is simple. I wish to meet you face to face.

At a time and place I decide. If you do this, I will let you see Uwabami.

But I will not return her until...

Well...

You'll know when I tell you in person.

I will contact you tomorrow or the day after about the time & place of our meeting.

Goodbye for now...

The moment her phone vibrated, she felt it in her ribs.

Momo stopped walking. She was still in the residential district just beyond U.A.’s perimeter, far enough from campus for her breath to fog in the cooler air. Quiet, open. No cameras overhead. No classmates around. She hesitated only a second before unlocking the device.

And then she read it. Her blood ran cold.

Line after line after line. It wasn’t frantic. It wasn’t begging for attention. It was calculated. Restrained. Cruel.

She didn’t blink. She just read. Every word a weight on her chest. Every condition a chain tightening.

“I will kill Uwabami before any of them reach me.”

She sucked in a sharp breath and locked her jaw, thumb tightening around the edge of her phone. There was no name. No confirmation. But she knew. She knew it was him. The Hero License hadn’t been a bluff. Neither was this.

Her hands were trembling now. Not with fear, but with the pressure mounting behind her ribs. The temptation to run back to the dorms and hand the phone to Aizawa-sensei, to Nezu, to someone. Let them fix it. Let them take it off her shoulders.

But she could not. If she did, Uwabami would die. The phone lowered slowly in her hand. Her other clenched at her side, nails biting into her glove.

She hated this. Every part of it. Being isolated. Chosen. Toyed with. And worst of all, knowing that she was starting to understand why. That it wasn’t about her strength, or her rank, or her title.

It was personal.

She didn’t know what he wanted. But he wanted her. He wanted her alone. And she would play along, for now.

Because if there was even a chance that she could keep Uwabami alive through this, Momo would carry the weight of her silence.

She stood very still beneath the dim orange glow of the streetlamp. It was late enough now that the only sound around her was the distant hum of power lines and her own breath. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard. One wrong word, one wrong tone, and it could unravel everything.

So she typed carefully.

“Understood. I’ll wait for your message.”

A moment passed. Then, as if to prove to herself she hadn’t gone numb:

“Please don’t hurt her.”

She hit send. Immediately, she turned the phone face-down in her palm. Not out of fear, but to remind herself that no matter what came next, she had already chosen her role in this.

Not victim or a pawn. But a negotiator. A protector. Most of all, a hero.

[the-cremator]

*From the receiver a voice spoke*

Y-yaoyorozu...

It was a weak & tired female voice

But it was no doubt who it was

*The phone cut off the moment Momo's surname was said*

Momo’s grip tightened the second she heard it. Spoken so softly, so breathless it could’ve been the wind, but it wasn’t.

Her boots halted on the sidewalk, heel scuffing the pavement as she froze mid-step. Eyes wide. Her blood ran cold.

“Uwabami-san…?” she whispered, almost not daring to believe it. The voice had been weak, barely a whisper, but unmistakable. That smooth, sultry lilt dulled by exhaustion, frayed at the edges with fear. She’d heard that voice on TV for years. In interviews. In campaign commercials. And up close, just once, during their internship.

And now…? Gone. The call had dropped the moment her name was spoken. The screen was dark again. A dead connection.

Her hand fell slowly to her side, phone still clutched in her fingers, as her other pressed gently to her chest, trying to steady the heavy thrum of her heart.

Her breath came shakily now. The guilt she’d been suppressing for days swelled all at once, pushing up her throat like water breaching a dam.

She should’ve told someone. The Heroes. Anyone. But she didn’t. And now Uwabami was calling her?

Not the police. Not the Commission.

Her.

She glanced around quickly, body tense, eyes scanning the quiet street. A security camera blinked red nearby. A curtain shifted in a window overhead. Was someone watching her? Had the call come from nearby? Was it being traced?

She didn’t know. But what she did know was that there wasn’t time to hesitate.

“…I’m going to find you,” she whispered, voice low but determined. “Just hang on a little longer.”

And with that, she kept walking—slower now, sharper, head turning toward alleys and rooftops and every shadow that shifted.

She had a new direction now. A clue. A voice that needed saving.

[the-cremator]

*Momo's phone rang with an unknown number on display*

Momo’s steps slowed as the faint buzz in her pocket broke the still silence of the street. She slipped a hand into her pocket and pulled her phone free, her breath catching when she saw the screen.

Unknown Number.

Again.

Her thumb hovered over the screen for a moment. Part of her told her not to answer. That she should take it straight to Aizawa-sensei, just like she should’ve with the photo, but her other hand had already curled tightly around the phone.

This wasn’t bravery. It felt more like inevitability.

She exhaled slowly, bringing the device to her ear. “…Hello?”

Just like last time.

Her heart beat a little faster. “…If you’re trying to frighten me, it won’t work. I’ve already made my choice.”

[the-cremator]

*You receive a text message with only a photo attached*

*It was Uwabami's Hero Licence*

Momo’s breath hitched as her phone vibrated. She glanced down, expecting a harmless message, maybe from a classmate, or a notification she could brush off. But it wasn’t that.

Her thumb paused above the screen. For a moment, all the noise around her disappeared, swallowed by the sudden dread pooling in her chest. She didn’t open the message right away. It had no words. Just an image.

Uwabami’s Hero License.

Her throat went dry. She zoomed in without thinking, eyes scanning for signs of a forgery, a clue, anything. The corner was scorched. There was a faint smudge across the ID photo, but… it was unmistakable.

This was real. And someone wanted her to see it.

The girl swallowed hard, pulse fluttering beneath her skin. For a second, her finger hovered over Aizawa-sensei’s contact.

But no, she couldn’t.

If they sent this directly to her, it meant they were watching. Testing her. Trying to scare her. Maybe trying to see who she’d run to first. She couldn’t risk alerting anyone just yet.

Instead, she locked her screen. Took a deep breath. Slipped the phone into her blazer pocket as if nothing had happened.

“Stay calm. Think.”

She’d copy the image, backtrace what she could. She didn’t care how it looked, her voice was already cracking. Whoever sent that message knew exactly what they were doing.

They weren’t warning her. They were taunting her.

[the-cremator]

*The caller is silent no words or even a breath being heard*

*The caller hangs up after a few seconds*

Momo held the phone to her ear, her brows gently knitting as silence pressed against her.

Not even static.

“Hello?” She repeats, but there’s no voice. No breath. Just an oppressive stillness.

Then—click. The line went dead.

She pulled the phone away and stared at the screen for a moment, the unknown number lingering there like a shadow.

Her lips pursed thoughtfully. She wasn’t the type to jump to conclusions, but something about the silence felt… intentional.

With a quiet sigh, she made a note of the number, just in case. No need to cause a fuss, but she’d keep an eye on things.

Just in case.

[the-cremator]

*Your phone rings, the display shows an unknown number calling you*

“That’s odd. I wasn’t expecting any calls today.”

She hesitates, thumb hovering over the screen. A flicker of uncertainty crosses her features—then a soft breath, steadying.

“…Hello?”

[the-cremator]

*After sending the text message. Dabi destroyed the phone*

I wonder what face she'll make when she sees it...

Knowing her. She'll want to rescue the victim.

Even if it's by herself...

*Satisfied with the next stage of his plan proceeding, Dabi left the area*

[the-cremator]

I can survive off ramen beef

Heck I only need to eat once a day if I have this dish

[the-cremator]

How's the weather up there...

TOUYA

Think you got the wrong blog

[the-cremator]

Does Endeavor suck? Yes or yes.

Heh. Looks like you know already.

It's about time the rest of the country does too.

[the-cremator]

dabi actually likes cold soba. zaru soba, to be more specific. the kind that’s not hot, as stated by the creator 🤓☝️ and he hates fish :p

Maybe the Dabi in your head likes cold soba. But I like it hot and spicy.

[the-cremator]

what’s your favorite food?

Hot and/or spicy soba

[the-cremator]

you’re pretty hot

Yeah, I know

[the-cremator]

😒

You got any besties??

No.

Never made any friends. Just temporary alliances.

[the-cremator]

What are some of your goals in life?

Expose fake heroes by humiliating them on national tv.

Then killing them.

[the-cremator]

A guy like that doesn't believe in morals.

Just the law of the jungle, where might makes right. And it looks like he wants heroes to be like him too.

I know that guy. I saw his face in the news awhile back.

He killed a pair of pro heroes, right?

He did. The Water Hose Duo. Left a kid behind and everything.

Know anything else about him that could be helpful?

[the-cremator]

I know as much as you do.

Actually. You got access to government files, so you know more than I do.

He seems like the type that enjoys a battle.

Probably been in some underground fights in his time and got bored so went after pro heroes.

I know that guy. I saw his face in the news awhile back.

He killed a pair of pro heroes, right?

He did. The Water Hose Duo. Left a kid behind and everything.

Know anything else about him that could be helpful?