What is there to lose? -Doukaza in MHA

Luckily no one dies...

I don't know, I have no plot.

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Douma- 3rd person

Douma lay on the floor as his own blood pooled around him. His vision blurred in and out of being normal and completely black. He moved one of his hands to his stomach where the giant injury was. In his head he could imagine it being healed in an instant, being able to get up and walk away like no big deal. Yet here he was on the ground... Douma really didn't process what had happened. They, as in the three men sitting above him, had walked in talking something along the lines of healing abilities and strength boosters. They were looking for Akaza, cute little Akaza... 

This feeling, what was it called? He had felt it once before. The feeling of giving up, the feeling of never seeing another day, the feeling of watching yourself fade away for a meaningless reason. The feeling of losing hope. Was that it? Douma could distantly remember the same type of feeling when he foolishly ate a flower Hashria. She had been poisoned with large doses of wisteria, enough that it could kill an uppermoon. Luckily Douma was able to get to Muzan before he died. However, he was traumatized by always carefully eating and checking for poison. That was one of the first times Douma had felt that emotion, doom, grief, hatred, fear, horror, whatever it was. 

The 3 men above Douma were talking to some other person behind Douma's dying body. Besides the smell of the sweaty men and the metallic smell of blood, he got a whiff of sugarwater. Its sweet scent smelt nice against the dirty wood floor and the blood. Yet Douma only knew one thing that smelt like sugarwater.

 Akaza.

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Akaza- 1st person 

"We wanted to make a proposition with you," The man in the middle says standing up from the couch. I finally noticed how the apartment was completely trashed. Things were cut in half and trash was thrown everywhere, It looked like a wild demon had run through here. It angered me quite a bit. 

"I don't give a fuck about your proposition, get out of my apartment, NOW," I yell, anger rushing through my veins. I needed to get Douma, Douma is going to die, I need to give Douma the medicine so he can heal himself. My fingers twitch over to my pocket where the medicine lay. 

"Well, I think you might want to hear it..." The guy in the middle says I assume he was the leader. He then steps on Douma's head, messing up his perfectly white angle-like hair. Douma's body twitches and tenses at the weight now on his head.  "You wouldn't want anything bad to happen to him right?" I frown glaring at him from where I stand. His eyes go wide for a second and I could tell he was a little imitated by the way I looked at him. Small bits of built-up power flash through my body and a get a read on all three of the people in front of me. 

The one in the middle was short around 5,8 - 5,9. He had anxiety, with very little willpower, and his quirk was barely trained. I'm surprised he was a villain at all with his willpower being so low. Civilians had better willpower than that, he specialized in hand-to-hand combat with knives and swords. Yet he had no sign of any hidden weapons or sheths. What was this guy? The other two were practically little obedient monsters to him. They both had normal willpower and both specialized in elemental shifting. I'm guessing air for the left guy and the other... air? I don't know there are no signs of any other element used in the destruction here.

My confidence grew, I knew how to fight people who had air-based abilities, and I trained for this. Douma, I could save Douma... Well, I thought that until the guy in the middle made a small portal and grabbed gasoline. He poured it all over Douma and threatened to light him on fire.