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⪼ 𝚆𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝚆𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍.⪻
Hanae Yami's childhood had been a rough one. Cast aside, abused and tormented, she took to hiding in the shadows, her safe zone. But the dark ca...
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"Toya...?" Yami whispered, moving the gun away from his face. Then her eyes fell on his chest, where the black and blue necklace she gave him eleven years ago sat. "Oh, God. Toya."
His eyes widened, and in the flash of a second, he grabbed the muzzle of her sniper, pulled it out of her hand and threw it aside. He pounced on her, bringing her down this time, his hand on her face. "Who the fuck are you?" He spat.
"Toya- stop." Yami choked when his hand came down to her neck, pressing on her vocal cords. His grip grew tighter, one hand lighting up with his blue flame, bringing it closer to her face.
"Who are you?" He growled.
"Yami! I'm Yami, please get off!" She managed to yell.
Toya frowned at her, putting out his flame. He tried to make out her features from the mask she was wearing, but it was hard to be sure when the only thing peeking out was her eyes. He put one hand on the floor beside her head, and with the other, he slowly brought her mask down, his breath hitching when he saw it was indeed Yami.
Her face was almost the same as he remembered. Black siren eyes that made you feel like you could get lost in them if you stared for too long, pouty lips, little nose. "Holy shit, you're Yami." He said, eyes desperately searching her face.
"You're alive, Toya. You're alive." He could see tears form in her eyes as she smiled at him.
"You're still a crybaby." He laughed, wiping her wet eyelashes with a thumb. He got up and extended his hand to her. Yami held on to it and let him hoist her up. Still holding his hand, she properly inspected his face in the moonlight.
"When did it get that bad, Toya?" She asked, letting his hand go. "And everyone thought you were dead! What about that?!"
He let out a low chuckle, running a hand through his hair. "That's a long story. I don't know if you have all n-"
"Shh, someone's coming," Yami whispered, moving quickly and getting her sniper from the floor. Toya's words were left in his mouth, stunned by her cat-like reflexes. Last he remembered she wasn't the athletic one in class.
The footsteps got closer, along with the voice of two people talking.
"So why haven't you been able to sell this place before?" A man's voice said.
"People claim it's haunted. Silly stuff, ya know? But there's no such thing."
"We're jumping out of the window," Yami said, climbing onto the window.
"What the heck? I dont want to break my bones." Toya deadpanned.
"You won't. Just hold on to my back." Yami said, hugging her sniper. He gave her an unsure look and held onto her back. Yami looked up and pointed her anchor to the wall above. She jumped with Dabi holding to her back, suddenly feeling his weight pulling her down.
