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how long have i been diluting myself?
that she will always be out of my reach, no matter how hard i train or work to catch up.
she smiled even when she was being dragged away by the villains.
sweat builds up under my skin feeling rage pour into me.
i let her go.
how much weaker can i get.
all my anger is sent into the explosions that give me the only release i've been able to find refuge for.
why is she always the one to save me?
so weak.
a scream rips through my throat, raw from the amount of shouting i did in the pro heroes face when they told me and the other extras to stay out of their way. the harsh cramping in my arms cut the blasts short as i grip onto them, knuckles turning white.
my ragged panting and erratically beating heart thumps through my ears. as i release my forearms and look down at my hands.
she smiled.
my open palms stare back into my own, free of scars unlike hers. they're littered with calloused scars but seems so...soft. the way her eyes immediately filled with regret and worry that she hurt me annoys the shit out of me, but it's something i don't think i'll forget
my heart pounds harder against my chest and my stomach feels as if i ate too much fuckin ramen.
what the fuck is going on with me?
"bakugou," shitty hair's voice is instantly recognizable with how much he fuckin yaps.
"the fuck do you want shitty hair."
"why did you let her go with them." his question sounds more like a demanding statement. i turn to look at him over my shoulder, to find him starring daggers into me.
i stay silent as i turn my whole body to face him, his knuckles white at his sides.
"he just wanted her, told her that if she didn't come with him that he would turn me to dust right in front of her." my voice trails off at the end, feeling vulnerable in front of the extra. "the loser made a deal with him."
i feel the anger rise within me once again, feeling fucking useless and weak.
she did it so that i could get away.
but at what cost?
"what are you going to do about it then." i flick my harsh gaze right at him, sending me a glare that would send any other loser six feet under. "because i swear to god if i lose her because of you, i will kill you."
my eyes widen slightly at his words, ones that i've never expected to leave his cherry fucking mouth. i shouldn't be surprised though with how much they're together.
it's beginning to piss me off.
the last words i spoke to her echo in my mind.
there's no fucking way i'm going to let the damn police get to her first. not after that embarrassing promise i made.
a smirk creeps at the corners of my mouth as i stare back at him with determination flooding through my burning veins.
"i have a fucking plan shitty hair."
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"i will find you."
his words stick like gum to the sidewalk, something that can only be taken away from me if it was scraped away from my mind. i mindlessly tug at the chains that hold me to the chair in the middle of their little bar looking base.
i've tried to heat up my body as much as i can, but if i push it too much then there's the risk of overheating and damaging my cuffs again. after the last time, i've been hesitant to even attempt pushing my body too far.
the flinch of his body when he saw the monstrous side of me will haunt me.
"you cannot keep her dabi, the master needs her. she is not your pet." my attention is drawn to a quiet conversation thats hidden behind a purple curtain in the back corner of the bar. that name sends chills down my spine along with the voice that speaks it.
his pet?
my stomach swirls at the thought of being anywhere near that man that i have too much in common with.
his burns resembling mine but in a more severe state. a state that my body could be in or on its way to be in.
i quit tugging at my locked wrists and cast my attention to the curtain, watching as five villains come from behind it and revealing themselves.
two of them being the blue haired man and the man called dabi. a blonde girl with her hair tied into pigtails gives me a bright smile as she skips to a seat in a booth across from me while a casted purple shadow man in a suit goes to stand behind the bar.
i feel my fists clench as i recognize the green skinned and purple headed lizard man who was fighting eiji.
dabi slinks around to sit at a bar stool next to me as the shadow man pours him a drink. my attention is focused back on the blue headed man who's face is now revealed. a dry skinned and crusty looking man stands in front of me, hands pressed into his long black coat.
the man walks up to me with a blank face as he grows closer, i feel myself shrink back into the fabric as he leans down to my eye level as an evil smile creeps onto his skin.
