{presumed dead} Bnha

11

     I take a deep breath, just as the alley bursts into flames.

  The blue inferno surrounds me, blurring my vision and scalding my skin, causing blisters to start to form. I tuck in my wings, they're fire resistant, not fire proof. If they get destroyed, I'm finished. 

  Bloodcurdling screams come from farther down the alley, along with the crunch of what's  assumed to be bones breaking. Shallow thumps fill the air, along with the crackling of the fire. It's a musical of death.

 And kinda beautiful.

  Trying to avoid getting burnt to a crisp I rush backwards, hacking smoke out of my lungs. Then as suddenly as they started, the flames die down and a shadowy figure comes into veiw. It's hard to see any features through the haze, but it seems they're....

  Purple??

 My wings press up against the hot pavement as the Randall-wanna-be pads forward. The alley's still smoky, causing me to wheeze even more, not helping me stay alert.

    "You're a little young to be on the run from heroes." The mystery man says, raising an eyebrow.

  "Yeah no shit"

 These are my last words before passing out, head slamming onto the concrete.

    The smell of cigars fills the air, making the dimly lit room even more depressing. It's stuffy, and the muffled sound of violence yells from somewhere ahead of me.

  What happened?

 A spring digs into my side, making me aware that I'm on a couch of some sorts. A busted couch that is.  Everything throbs. Wings, head, legs; even my ribs feel like they have a heartbeat of their own.

  I drowsily lift my head up and force myself to open my eyes once more. The stinky couch greets my vision, covered in cigarette burns and oddly colored stains. My legs are hooked over the purple mans lap, with a crusty blue haired man squished on his other side yelling 'die' at the screen. 

  Oh, is he playing a video game?

 Only now do I notice the gauzy texture of my wings. That's not normal. They twitch a few times, but no matter how much I strain, they won't move. Bandages? The flaky guy perks up at my movements.

   "Yo, Dabi. Birdy's awake." He doesn't even turn away from his game while addressing the other guy. Dabi's his name?

  "Oh sweet. Heya Birdy, I just saved your life." He flashes his teeth at me in a terrifying grin, which drops when he sees my flinch.

  Is that... Shigaraki? Tomura Shigaraki? The most wanted villain right now? 

   I'm unable to stop the scream that passes through my lips when I make that connection in my mind. Dabi's bright blue eyes widen in shock, and he springs forward to cover my mouth with his palm.

   "Woah woah woah, my face isn't THAT scary right??" 

  "No dabi, you dumbass. She recognizes me" Shigaraki flat lines. 

  "oh." The raven haired boy sighs in relief. Guess he's used to people being scared of him, poor guy.

  Wait, no, he's a bad guy, no feeling sorry for him.

  But I can't help it, no one deserves to be judged on their appearance or quirk. With Shinso I've seen that first hand.

  Dabi still has his hand over my lips, so I widen my mouth as much as possible and bite him. Yelping, he finally lets go. "THAT WAS UNNECESSARY"