Of Flames And Quirks And Harmony

[49] In The Mood For Murder

[3rd Person POV]

Toga started throwing knives at their direction, alongside Mr. Compress with his marbles.

Sawada stared at the incoming objects, clearly bored. "Burn." Was all he said.

At his command, said things did burn, turning into a pile of ash at their feet.

Dabi threw them a flash of his fire, momentarily blinding them. Bakugo jumped above and flew over to blast their heads. Sawada countered the attack, his own orange ones consuming and evaporating Dabi's blue ones. As smoke subsided, the villains were gone from their ice pillars, in there place were blue oh so familiar marbles.

They heard a snap of fingers, and the villains popped up into existense, all free, all running at them with hands grabbing at them, teeth knitted, eyes blaring.

Sawada skipped his way to Bakugo, artistically navigating, as if he was dancing,  through the mass of villains trying to get to him, bitch slapping them all while doing so. The force and the shock was so strong the League had to take their time to pull their leaving souls back to their bodies.

When he got to Bakugo, Sawada crooked his body forward, bending so his head was a little lower than Bakugo's chin. He craned his neck up, fluttering his eyelids tantilizingly slow, as if seducing him.

The resounding icy giggle he let out was obviously a page taken from Belphegor's book. "You missed them, Bakugo-kun," he said ploddingly, voice husky, alluring, and highly suggestive for whatever reasons Bakugo didn't want to know. He quirked one of his eyebrow up and it was goddamn awfully sexy in his smug-looking face. "I had high expectations from you, that's why you're still breathing. If I hadn't, you would've been long dead the first time you attempted to lay your filthy hands on Izuku."

"Shut up." Bakugo let out a torrid of more violent explosions. He was agitated already and Sawada telling him his life had been on parole this whole time since remeeting Deku only added fuel to the fire. He wanted to destroy everything in his sight right now. The rage was burning inside of him like heated acid, trying to melt him from within. He was only holding himself back because one glance into those sunset eyes and it felt like he was being encased by the amber colour. Trapped, drowning in a honey sweet poison that was fossilizing around him.

Toga threw knives again, knowing fully well it was a futile effort. Sawada surprised them by catching the knives this time instead of burning them, all 4 pieces of pointy objects perfectly lined between the spaces of his fingers, all in one hand. He tossed them back in equal fervor, nicking an eyeball each from Spinner, Compress, Magne and Toga herself.

Blood was spilled. Red, hot liquid dripped from the chipped flesh, slowly trecking down as the knives were still lodged into place in their faces.

Dabi, bold and precipituous, pulled out the knife without a grunt. Hand enflamed, he hovered it above the wound, his other hand started butchering the ice with the same knife. Once he got a small amount off, he put it above his newly burned skin as first aid.