I kicked a rock and sighed, stuffing my hands in my pockets. Today was tiring, villains really won't give up, and they weren't some petty, backstreet thugs, they were highly trained criminals, known as the League of Villains. However, why they kept attacking a school was beyond me. "I guess if you wipe out the future generation of heroes, there won't be a problem for you to take out the pros, and the legacy of heroes will be gone.." I mumbled to myself. It was freezing cold outside so I used my quirk to warm up my hands. I heard a scream that tore me out of my thoughts. Breaking into a run I nearly plowed into someone.
It was dark outside, but I could tell that this "someone" had black hair that stuck up in all directions. He wore a V neck white T shirt, with black jeans, and black boots to top it all off. I was confused as to why he had two different colors on his face and as to why he looked deadly familiar.
"I wouldn't worry about them, they're long gone," a raspy voice that I imagined was the stranger's, spoke. I froze and my lips parted:
"That wouldn't be very heroic of me.." I managed to whisper out with clenched fists.
"Oh you heroes, so naive and annoying." He shook his head and leaned against the wall of the alley. "You never do know when to stop." He looked me dead in the eyes, his ocean eyes making my heart feel something strange. "You look dead, just go home, and stop trying to be a hero when one isn't needed."
"Those people are in trouble. They need m-"
"Oh? A hero that could never hold their own in a fight as of right now? They need you?" He interrupted.
"Listen, sir, I could very easily hold my own right now,"
"Prove it,"
"What?" "Prove it," He repeated. Blue flames came spitting out of his hands and I quickly dodged to the side.
"What the hell?" I spat before he used his quirk again, forcing me to use my own quirk to combat the blue flames. Unfortunately, he was at an advantage, blue fire was definitely hotter than red fire, I forced those thoughts to the side as I shot my own fire back. I could feel sweat pooling on the side of my face, and I knew I couldn't do this forever, why I even said I could hold my own was beyond me.
I moved out of the way, and ran towards him. I jumped to the side as a flame ball was sent my way. One after another, I was forced to dodge every ball he sent my way. When I got close enough, I tackled him, and pinned him to the ground.
"I can very easily hold my own," I repeated from earlier. I stayed over him longer than I planned to, while I was staring him down I noticed the two toned face from earlier, looked like burn marks and the only thing keeping his face together were some staples. He looked hopeless, but there was something that drew me to him, his eyes, maybe. But there was something else. The way his black spiky hair was stuck to his head by sweat, he was tall and everyone knew I had a thing for tall guys.
When I finally got off of him, I started walking towards the strangers I was trying to save earlier, when it finally clicked. "Y-you're D-Dabi," My voice caught in my throat and i felt any color I had drain my face.
"In the flesh," His raspy voice sounding a lot more threatening than before. "You know I think you've seen too much." Dabi hissed and shot a flame pillar near to me, the surprising near heat made me feel dizzy.
"Bu-" I coughed and fell, slipping into unconsciousness, my last sight being Dabi's black certified edge lord boots. "You are such a disaster," He groaned and picked up my unconscious body. "Maybe you should think before you talk, and not start fights with people you aren't ready for." Dabi hugged my body close and let his footsteps be the only thing heard.
Sorry it was so short! Nonetheless, I hope you liked it. And i'm thinking of making a part 2 so stay tuned for that!
