(MHA/BNHA X OC) Chainlink

Fūjin Kajiura

*8 years ago*

Horoki groaned, holding his surely dislocated shoulder. This younger version of him had only black in his hair, he wore a torn black t-shirt, along with a pair of shorts.

A year ago, he'd be with his sister.... Now, he was struggling just to live.

"Dammit, Horoki! Only 12 years old and you're a pain in my ass!"

He looked up from his arm to see Dabi, or as he's currently going as, Touya.

"Sorry! I just got into a fight okay!" He countered. "Plus, at least I don't look like a piece of jerky!"

Touya glared at him, saying "Hey! My burns aren't even that bad yet!"

"Me and Dabi.... We argued constantly, seeing as how we didn't have much to do.... Then, it hit me-"

An old can hit Horoki in the head, causing him and Touya to look to the side. A girl with black hair, pink highlights, and she wore a black hoodie with black shorts.

"Hey, could you two keep it down, I'm trying to sleep!" She shouted at the two.

"And who the hell are you?" Touya asked.

"Fūjin Kajiura, the one and only!" She responded, moving her hands around.

Wind kicked up, lifting up another can to use as a weapon.

"Hey, take it easy! I'm Touya, this is Horoki." Touya introduced.

"You'd think she'd be more reluctant to trust us.... Guess being our there so long, seeing me and Horoki was a godsend."

.

"Hey, you guys ready? We don't have to do this if you don't want to...." A now 16 year old Fūjin asked.

Touya shrugged, fresh staples on his wrists.

"I don't see why not. We came up with the idea, we better damn live up to it." A 17 year old Touya says.

"He's right, if we quit now, then have we really accomplished anything?" Horoki adds.

"Alright...." Fūjin says.

Her hair now goes down to her shoulder, all it in a single ponytail. She grabbed a microphone, Touya taking out a pair of drumsticks, while Horoki holds onto a guitar.

"Alrighty, let's do this!"

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"Hold on!" Toga interrupts. "You were in a band?!"

"Was I in a band- of course I was in a band!" Dabi retorts, smirking.

"Anyways, back to the story-"

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"A couple years later, we.... We came to some trouble."

An 18 year old Fūjin sighs, twirling a gun in her hand.

"We've got a problem," Dabi suddenly says. "The heroes have been moving in on our activity, only a matter of time before we get into trouble."

Horoki groaned, saying "This again?!"

Fūjin walked over to him, saying "How long do you think we have?"

"If I had to guess? We've got another week at best." Dabi responded.

".... There's something on your mind, isn't there, Fūjin." Horoki suddenly asks.

She blushed, turning away from the two for a moment. She poked her fingers together, seemingly embarrassed.

"W-well uh.... The thing is...." Fūjin stuttered.

"Fū?" Dabi said concerned.

".... There's a way we might be able to stay away from the heroes." She finally said. "There's this guy named Garaki, if I can get into contact with him, then everything will go well!"

"If you really think that this will work, then...."

.

"We were all fools."

A building was engulfed in flames, Dabi and Horoki staring in horror.

"FŪJIN!"

*Present*

"It was then that things started to spiral out of control." Dabi said, Kurogiri handing him a drink.

"Without Fūjin, things got too hard. Eventually we ran into Shiggy, joining the LOV. Then again, we still hold onto the hope that maybe Fūjin is still alive." Horoki added.

"I'M TELLING YOU, THEY NEVER FOUND THE BODY!" Dabi shouted, slamming his hands on the bar. "There was no proper funeral, no news report, just a tombstone and a name! The chance she could be alive is too high to just be false!"

"Says the guy that had a crush on her." Horoki says in response.

Dabi's hair set on fire, saying "Oh shut up!"

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The two flame quirk users watched as Stain entered the bar, both of them on edge.

"I expected more than this...."

As Shigaraki went on his rant, Dabi and Horoki watched in amusement.

"I have no need for you, Tomura Shigaraki. Besides, I've already done enough work with the League Of Villains." Stain interrupted.

"Huh? You're just an NPC, and I haven't seen you around before, so I say that you're just lying-"

"Amaya."

Before anyone could process or register anything, black smoke flooded the bar, wrapping around Shigaraki, Dabi, and Horoki.

"Personally, I dislike you. You're nothing but a child." A voice spoke through a mask.

The person in general was slightly taller than Horoki, and they had hair made of black smoke, and eyes that were a deep purple. They wore a black cloak, along with a mask much like compress, expect it was a black color, with purple lenses for the eyes.

"YOU CHEATER!" Shigaraki yelled.

He broke free of the smoke, running straight at the newcomer. He jabbed a knife into their shoulder, the person not even flinching.

".... Such a shame, I thought that you'd be able to make me feel something."

".... You're a woman?!" Dabi shouted.

She tossed him back, the wound in her shoulder healing. She let out a sigh, disappointed.

"I assumed that once I first saw you, you'd make me feel something.... Oh yeah," She said, holding out her hand to count. "Smoke, Regeneration, Painless, and-.... Huh, I don't remember. All these quirks and yet you still think you can take me?"

"Enough, Amaya!" Stain ordered. "We shall give you time to grow, Shigaraki, but if you become just another low level villain, I will eliminate you myself."

Kurogiri opened up a portal, Stain and his accomplice leaving through it shortly after. Shigaraki let out a growl of frustration, before ordering Kurogiri to ready the nomu.

"Ya know.... Something about that girl rubs me the wrong way." Dabi says.

"Well, put it like this.... At least we don't have to encounter Shoto and Homura!" Horoki says.

"Preach brother, preach!"