(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...
WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS DRUGS, THE USE OF DRUGS, AND CONVERSATION OF PAST USE OF THEM. I WILL PLACE A ★ WHEN IT STARTS AND ENDS.
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THIRD-PERSON POV:
Kiara's eyes fluttered open, and her vision was a blur as she groaned from the headache inside her head, trying to figure out what happened to her.
A black fabric was on her head, covering her surroundings. She realized this and tried moving her arms—then, her legs.
She was tied down.
She grunted, trying to get out, but they were metal, and she knew it was the type of cuffs that deactivated your Quirk.
God, she felt so weak and a complete idiot as she sat there, rewinding the whole thing that happened before. When Hana threw the drug at her and accidentally inhaled it... she blamed herself.
Why did she let that happen?
"Take it off."
Then, the sack around her head was removed, and Kiara's eyes were met with a bright light inside a warehouse. She looked at the figure in front of her, and it was Kenji.
"Ah, Arakan. It's a pleasure to meet such a pretty young lady such as yourself," he grinned at her, slightly bowing as he stated at her.
Kiara didn't say anything as she stared at him, the drug still having its effect. Her body was weak.
"My, what's the matter? Got a little... too high?" Kenji laughed and slapped his knee before straightening himself. "Bring him in."
The doors of the warehouse opened, and out came Dabi, being held by one of Kenji's guards with the sake cuffs around his hands as they dragged him inside.
"Look, Arakan." Kenji grabbed a fistful of Kiara's hair. "It's your... boyfriend." He raised her head to look at Dabi.
Dabi's eyes widened from the sight of her and quickly tried running over towards her, but was pulled back by the guards who held him down, but he was trying to resist them.
He cursed at himself for letting this happen. He was so angry at himself and at Kenji. If she got hurt, he would blame himself for the rest of his life.
Just looking at her like this pained him.
"Don't touch her!" Dabi yelled as he was forced to sit down on one of the chairs across from her, on the other side of the warehouse.
