The Savior Complex (KOMAHINA) (BNHA AU)

Chapter 1: Flames

He adored him.

The way his velvet eyes would widen with fear every time Nagito would get close enough to land a blow sent chills down his spine. Nagito would never hit him, of course. He wanted no harm to come to his favourite heroine. His opponent, on the other hand, did not hold the same sentiments.

"Stop holding back you idiot!" He shouted, charging Nagito with his fist pulled back into a punch. Nagito smiled graciously, holding his arms up as if he was going to accept the hit. However, in the last moment, he lept backwards, causing the hero to stumble forwards like a fool. This only angered him even more.

"I'm not holding back, Izuru," Nagito cooed, "I simply don't want to harm you is all." He saw the hero snarl under his mask. He straightened his posture as he began to pull his long black hair back into a ponytail, trying it off to keep it out of his face. Things were getting rather serious. Nagito was a bit aloof, admiring the hero as he did this simple task. What he would give to run his fingers through his hair, it looked so delicate. His daydreaming was interrupted by a swift kick to his torso, sending him backwards into the already crumbling wall. Pain hummed throughout his limbs. He groaned and lifted his head just in time to see the hero lift his foot, pushing it into Nagito's chest forcefully.

"What gives you the right to take these people hostage?" He hissed, digging his heel into Nagito's sternum. Nagito looked up at him, that iconic smile finding its way onto his face. Every so slightly, Nagito lifted his hand to the hero's ankle. He glanced over to the group of people through his mask. They were tied and gagged, all his handy work.

"They're criminals. They deserve to burn down in this building, don't you think?" Nagito's fingers delicately played with the hero's shoelaces, tangling them in between his slender fingers in a flirting manner. The hero paid no mind to this, only pressing his heel further into Nagito's chest.

You're a criminal too, Ko," he seethed. Nagito ignored being called a criminal, something he would usually be peeved about. Instead, he was distracted by the pure rage on the hero's face. It was entertaining, to say the least. He didn't even notice the sparks ignite from his fingertips or the fact that they caught the hero's shoelaces on fire before it was too late. Again, those velvet eyes widened in fear and he jumped back. Nagito watched curiously as the hero panicked, stomping his foot on the ground in an effort to stop the flames. They only spread more.

"Use your jacket," Nagito said casually. Izuru shot him a glare before shedding himself of the blazer that accompanied his hero uniform. With brisk movements, he put it over his shoe, patting it in an effort to put out the fire. Nagito stood up, clapping his hands together in delight.

"Good job! Apologies for that, it was unintentional," Nagito said. Within an instant, a gloved hand had wrapped itself around his neck, squeezing tightly.

Nagito smiled widely. "At least take me out to dinner first before we get this serious," he said in an airy voice. The hero narrowed his eyes, tightening his grip. Nagito gasped, finally feeling the effects of the restraint as his vision grew dizzy.

"Okay, okay. It seems you're really serious this time," he said, lifting his hand to Izuru's wrist. He saw Izuru flinch, expecting flames to be accompanied with his hand. Nagtio frowned, upset that Izuru thought he would harm him intentionally.

"Quit with the antihero act and fight me like the villain you are," he said, pushing Nagito against the wall and effectively pinning him.

"The world isn't as black and white as you want to believe and I know you know that," Nagito said in a serious tone. His palm began heating up, causing panic to flood Izuru's eyes. He could see the conflict, let him go or risk burning his wrist? Ko felt disappointment when the hand on his neck fell. Was Izuru giving up that easily?