(OC x Dabi)
A pro hero and a villain? Crazy right? People with two different opinions on society, able to stay together? Not unless you to take a risk on it.
"Didn't leave the fucking window unlocked for me, doll? Ouch, that hurts." He sarcastically...
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WARNING: Drugs as cocaine is mentioned.
KIARA'S POV:
"Six dead bodies had been found again miss." Hiroshi, my sidekick informed me. "We've also recovered some ashes and fire prints around these places, mostly the alleyways." He added.
My fingerprints brushed against the ashes on the concrete floor, smearing them together before dusting them off of my fingertips. Crouching down, I felt the ground, seeing the footsteps that Hiroshi had spoken of, and were leading out of the alleyway. "How many times has there been a fire incident causing death?" I asked him, noticing they were not boots but normal shoes.
"For the past months, there had been a total of 36 deaths from the person's so-called 'fire quirk'." He informed me, standing still.
"We're not sure if it's the same person. Anyone can have a different type of fire quirk." I stated, looking up at him before standing up. "I want you and the others to keep a close eye out from the areas that are closer with one another that had deaths occurring. Ask anyone who has seen things around it, while I'll be on my way." I commanded him, walking out of the brick alleyway.
***
"Ah! Arakan, what brings you here?" The front desk security guard asked me, lifting his head away from the computer.
"Do you know where Tsuka—" I was caught off guard by a man who peered from the hall.
"Arakan, there you are," Tsukauchi called out to me. "Follow me, we have a new witness in the room down the hall." He used his finger to motion for me to follow him, and in which I did.
Entering the room, I saw a woman sitting in a chair, holding her hands that trembled as her lips quivered, looking down at the table. Her hair was almost like mine, but darker, and a different style, just more curly, and blue and green eyes that shifted more to the blue color.
I sat down in a chair across from her. "Hello, my hero's name is Arakanm and yours—?"
"I-I know w-who you are." She interrupted me, her voice breaking. "I-I'm H-Hana." She added while introducing herself, her eyes roaming around the room, shaking in fear.
"Nice to meet you, Hana," I said, "do you know why you're here?" I calmly asked her.
Hana nodded her head. "Y-Yes, I-I do." She replied.
"Okay, do you know what you saw at that moment? Take your time." I questioned, looking at the small notebook in front of me, and a pen next to it.
"Th-There was a-a man. Black s-spiky h-hair and turquoise e-eyes." She stated. "I-I think th-there were b-burns all o-over his body, and he sent out l-large flames." She informed, her hands raised as she bit her nails nervously, sweat covering her face.
