Pyre - (Dabi X Reader) BNHA Fanfic

~ Part 75 ~

꧁༒☬𝓢𝓱𝓮'𝓼 𝓪 𝓫𝓪𝓭𝓪𝓼𝓼 𝓬𝓻𝓪𝔃𝔂, 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓱 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓪 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓼𝓸𝓯𝓽 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓱.
𝓤𝓷𝓪𝓹𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓽. 𝓢𝓱𝓮'𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝔂𝓹𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝔀𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓰𝓸 𝓽𝓸 𝔀𝓪𝓻 𝓫𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮 - 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓽.☬༒꧂

You walked along the sidewalk, looking for a specific building. Last time, you had spotted a sort of fight or training club somewhere here. It had looked really shady, but to be fair, you were in a mafia gang and lived in a house full of serial killers, so a lot worse than that it probably couldn't get. Plus, you still had your quirk to protect yourself.

You spotted the building across the street. It looked ... well, less shady than you had in your memory, so that was a good thing. You pulled the hoodie deep over your face to make sure that in case, nobody would recognize you. Reading the large sign on the building you walked hastily across the street. 'Untamed Boxing Gym'. Interesting name.

You made it to the entrance, a large security guard, probably twice the size of Wall Maria stepped out to block your way. (AOT fandom, where you at??) You looked up at him, as he scrutinized you. "Just here for the day-training. Not a member", you explained. His glance turned into one of mockery. "Sure", he mumbled, his voice deep, as he took a clipboard from a small table to the side and handed it to you. You took the clipboard, filling in a fake name and number.

He stepped aside, letting you in. "Rules are there", he motioned towards a big poster on the wall of the short hallway that led into the gym, "follow them or else you'll be crawling out of here". You glanced at the rules, skimming through them before nodding at him.

You stepped into the large room, looking around. In front of you was a large boxing ring with two people in it. One was holding some focus mitts as the other hit against it in a repeated pattern. You looked to your right, finding an area with a bunch of training equipment and some people using it. To your left where some punching bags hanging from the ceiling. You noticed that it wasn't technically the ceiling, it was the bottom of a walkway that ran above you, the ceiling of the building was a lot higher up. You walked past the boxing ring into the back of the room, finding matts sprawled out across the floor with punching dummies and some more punching bags.

The sound of grunting and hitting ran throughout the room, quiet music played somewhere in the background as a large window – nearly covering the entire wall – provided most of the light in the room. The actual light bulbs hanging around, not doing much. You had received a few solemn and questionable glances as you made your way to the matts.

You took a place in front of one of the punching dummies, taking off your hoodie and started enclosing your hands in hand wrap. You kicked off your shoes and took your stance, when suddenly someone walked up beside you. He nodded at you. "Hey Miss, what are you doing here?", he hadn't said it in any specific way, but you could hear the rude undertone.

You raised an eyebrow at him. "Opening the floodgates to hell", you mumbled sarcastically. He scoffed. "Very funny", he glared down at you, "I've never seen a girl in here before". He crossed his arm, trying to intimidate you. He was taller than you, and had more muscles, but they only seemed to make up for his lack of brain. You shrugged. "Pretty sure you don't see any in general".