strangled

¹²the recognized shadow

Everyone's head turns to look at Dabi when a villain wearing a grey and black full body suit opens the door for him to walk in.

He had previously instructed you to stay outside until he opens the door for you to come in, just in case something bad might be going on inside. According to him, minacious brawls tend to break out at the base way too often.

But everything seems normal as of right now. Everyone's standing around the bar and there's a few new faces present. The sound of multiple conversations happening at once fills the room beside the smell of alcohol and smoke.

A male with deathly pale skin, tinted with yellow, and wrinkles around his eyes glares at Dabi from his seat. His lips are chapped, a small mole on the right underneath, with visible scars around his mouth. Small red irises follow the scarred man's every step towards him, looking through his messy grayish-blue hair that hangs over his face unevenly with a hate-filled gaze.

His voice comes out raspy, yet high-pitched, when Dabi comes to stand in front of him. Everyone else in the room turns silent as their leader starts to talk.

"Well? Did you do what I asked, patchwork?"

"I told you to stop calling me that." Dabi rolls his eyes. "And yes, crusty, I did."

meanwhile

Outside your pacing back and forth in front of the door. It's been a couple of minutes and Dabi still hasn't come out yet.

What could he be do--

"Can you move?" A dull, uninterested, tone comes from behind you.

Turning around your eyes fixate on one of the prettiest girls you've ever seen.

Her hair is dark brown and straight, a tad curly at the ends, long enough to reach her waist while surrounding a face that's rich with melanin.

Freckles faintly dotted her cheeks along with her nose, but they aren't that visible because of her dark complexion. A person can't really notice them unless they squint. Slightly dark eyebags are under her sharp, red, almond-shaped eyes showing her obvious sleep deprivation.

Her expression is empty- just full blank.

She's only wearing grey sweatpants and a brown tank-top, sweet fruity perfume radiating off her body, making you wonder if she's a new recruit like you or already joined the League Of Villains previously... or if she's even a criminal like the rest.

Realizing that you've been staring for way too long, you move out of the way so she can pass by. However she doesn't, and decides to examine your masked face instead.

Then, she says with an emotionless tone, "You are Dabi's angel, aren't you?"

One of your eyebrows arch in suspicion and curiosity. Now you know that Dabi talked to this girl about you before. But why?

"I'd rather you just call me by my actual name." You say.

"Dabi's angel"... what the fuck...

Her head tilts to the side a little bit. "Hmm? What is it?"

He talked to her about me but didn't say my real name?

"Well it's--"

The door opens and Dabi is standing on the other side of the doorway looking extremely irritated. "Get in here..." He trails off when his eyes look at the darkskin female.

Then, he smirks. "Nice to see that you could make it, Emi."

"Don't make up nicknames for me. It's Emiko Suzuki. Nothing else." She states.