Flaws [BNHA x Pokemon!Reader]

Chapter Twenty Three

You froze in place, your heart thumping like a drum and blood rushing to your ears. That man terrified you. He had no respect for the creatures you held so dear to your heart and you were sure that given the opportunity, he would take one or more of them again.

But he was gone, somehow melted into the floor. You weren't sure if that was his quirk or someone else's, but that didn't really matter now, because you were completely separated from your classmates and all the pro heroes, and that was when you remembered the masked man standing behind you. Swiveling around, you looked to where he had been standing, but he was no longer there. Standing in his place was the scarred man, the one who had just melted before your eyes. And even worse, if that was possible, next to him, was the green skinned man from the USJ attack, the one who made you feel like your insides were boiling alive. You took a step away from them.

"Hey, doll," the dark haired man said. "Name's Dabi. I know we've met already, but I haven't had the pleasure of introducing myself."

You didn't open your mouth, afraid your voice wouldn't work even if you did. The other man grinned, leaning his elbow on Dabi's shoulder. "Come on, sweetheart. It's rude not to tell us your name. Here, I'll go first. Call me Kuro."

"...Stop calling me those nicknames," you finally managed to spit out. You were ready, if either of the men made a move towards you, you had a list of Pokemon ready to go. You were still exhausted from the training, but the adrenaline was kicking in and you could probably call out a couple, as long as you didn't think about the consequences.

Kuro chuckled. "Well, lookie here. She speaks. That's good, I've always liked the feisty ones." He took a step forward.

That was your signal. Not about to let this twenty something year old man get anywhere close to you, you called on your quirk. "Glaceon, Meowth, I choose you!" Your head, excuse your French, fucking hurt, but the two Pokemon still managed to appear in front of you, standing protectively between you and the two men.

Dabi rolled his eyes. "That's cute and all, but do you really think we don't know all about how your little quirk works?"In a moment, he pulled two round balls out of his pocket, exactly the same as the ones that spawned when you used your quirk. He clicked a button on the front of both of them and threw them at your Pokemon. Before any of you could react, a bright light emitted from the containers and when it cleared, your Pokemon were nowhere in sight, the only hint as to where they were being the Pokeballs moving around on the ground.

"What did you do!?" You rushed forward, trying to grab them, but they flew off the ground and back into Dabi's hands. "You monster! Give them back!"

"I'm the monster?" He raised an eyebrow. "What about these little guys? Sure, you may have managed to trick a few dumbass pro heroes into thinking they're harmless, but you and I both know what they can accomplish when they go to a fighting ring." He placed the Pokeballs into the pocket of his trenchcoat. "And that's exactly where these two are going. Oh-and by all means, call out a few more, there's more where this came from. I'm dying for a whole new team."

'Great,' you thought, running over different scenarios in your mind. 'So I'm basically without my quirk for this. I can't afford to lose anyone else. Guess that means it's just me and the fighting skills I learned from Aizawa.' You readied yourself in a fighting stance, prepared to launch yourself at the men, when they both started laughing.

"What's so funny?" You sneered.

Dabi grinned, holding up his hand. "Nothing, just the fact that you seem so ready to fight us, like a real hero. But you're never going to get the chance." He clenched his hand into a fist in the same moment you ran towards him, but you never landed a hit, as everything went black.