MHA/BNHA Stories.

Shelter.

There's no league in this.

Bold and italic equals dreams.

Not my art, credit where credit is due.

It's going to be another cold one. Jesus the wind is really howling. Peering up at the heavens, thick clouds blocked out any moonlight that once shone through. The first of many snowflakes started to fall. Coating h/c lashes before melting, they gave your eyes such a pretty shine.

The crunching of old ice and snow filled the air, the sting that was felt via the elements worsened. Shelter was needed.

I hope no one else is out here at this time of night. Quirk or no quirk, one could easily die out here... You thought as you continued on your way home. A soft hum, then a tune left your lips, it was just enough to cover the sound your feet made.

However, it wasn't enough to cover what you heard next. A weak cry, like that of a puppy, so very small, helpless, in need. Stopping, you wanted to hear the sound again. At first, there was nothing but as you turned to leave, you heard it again. It sounded even weaker now.

Trying hard to find the source of those weak cries. You nearly fell over something. Catching yourself just in time, you scrambled around, taking out your phone to give yourself more light. As the streetlamp kept flickering out. Moving the light upward, something came into view.

Snow covered whatever it was, the wind had picked up, the snowfall with it. Everything had a semi thick layer of powdery white. This thing seemed to be curled up beside a dumpster, with something long sticking out. Using your hand to dust it off you saw...

Grimy, torn, slacks that might have been blue at some point. Caked with questionable stains, keeping the light moving you noticed flesh, purple and peeling. You tripped over a corpse!

E/c optics widened, this wasn't your business or why you came here. Standing up, you took half a step before that little cry came. It was to your left, with the corpse. Taking a closer look, you saw it. Thin arms, littered with burns, bruises, and what seemed to be staples held tightly to something that was wrapped up in an old blanket or coat.

Movement came from the bundle. Reaching out you attempted to take the bundle. Until a menacing growl was heard. Jumping back, you readied yourself for an attack but nothing came.

The deepest pair of azure eyes locked onto your face. Purple skin, hollow and sunken, pieced together to pale tissue. Their owner could barely keep them open, a tiny whine then cry came.

It was getting worse out here, staying out much longer would result in you being frostbitten as well. You had a call to make, help or leave.

"I HATE YOU! YOU'RE DISGUSTING! SO WEAK AND PATHETIC! I HOPE YOU DIE! FILTHY LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT! WHY WERE YOU EVEN BORN!?!"

He stood there unmoving as she raged on. Yelling and cussing his very existence. It's not the first time this has happened. Someone wishing for his death, wishing they never came in contact with him. Dabi knew it was just a phase, in time she would calm down.

His pretty little slut would say she's sorry then come back. Begging to slide down Jacob's ladder, to say hi to prince Albert. Worship every inch of him that matters to her. The only part that was good enough to be touched, to be inside her warmth.

Yet, that didn't happen, no, the black-haired man's owner did something different, new. She stomped out of the room, going right to the nursery. Dabi blinked, Aiko never goes into the nursery, she's very distant with our daughter. Feeling that something was off, he follows quietly.