[ Who Am I? ] - My Hero Academia | Dabi x OC

[PRE] - Christmas Eve

Cold air making my skin feel numb,
White dots fluttering down onto earth quietly,
Chilly breezes pulling my hair back,
The cracking sound of snow under my shoes,
Streetlights casting shadows while spending light at the same time,
Right above them a beautiful, black and cloudless night sky, with countless shining stars, galaxies, suns and a tiny hint of blue,
Our cratered moon, watching us and illuminating a mysterious glow,
A milky fog misting said view as I breath out:

Winter season.

With the very tip of my index I repeatedly touched the very tip of my nose, in a gentle way, and doing so, it felt as if my nose was even colder than my finger.

I probably could have been the red-nose reindeer.

Upon that, I tugged my scarf, that was softly wrapped around my throat, towards my gelid face and right afterwards snuggled my stiff hands down into the pockets of the black coat hugging me.

As the warmth crept into my skin, light stings revived those parts and slowly but surely I could move my lips and fingers again.

Inside the city there was neither traffic nor the usual crowds at this hour. Well, neither were there any people. There was barely a soul to be seen and I felt sort of alone, which reminded me to get home.

Speeding up on the sidewalk, which the snow separated my feet from, I passed lots of fairy lights, elaborate tree decorations and figures all around Christmas Eve, the day Jesus supposedly had been born.

As for me, I never was devout, but also never atheistic.

Christmas was enjoyable; it meant spending time with my family. I grew up as a singleton and my relatives were few, but exactly that created a very cozy mood every year. Especially when it came to my grandpa; I loved debating with him for hours on the world and on us humans, since he always respected my views and decisions and never treated me like a kid. Instead we could always speak as though we were on the same level.

Out of the blue, my reddish ears perceived a bloodcurdling scream through the inner city's streets, that were as empty as a cold desert.

A single cry for help, yet quite loud and alarmingly desperate, and judged by the sound of it, said scream had been cut off.

While my mind told me there was something wrong, my gut told me to do something in an instant.

One and one together put together, I crossed the lanes of the street by leaps and bounds and headed into the direction the female voice emerged from seconds ago, cautious to be as noiseless as possible.

Before I even thought about analyzing the situation, my legs carried me into a thin and dimly lit alley, with an atmosphere taut enough to shake you to your core.

Lacking any fear or thoughts of cleverer approaches, I ran quicker once more. The tone of footsteps clattered against the walls of the houses and echoed into the thickening air.

To see a young woman stare at me in horror, countless tears running downside her distorted face, cornered by a middle aged man, who stood on her side and had his big hands crushing her petite wrists.

Now however, he noticed the attendance of me as a third and turned on his heel, showing half of his face, that heralded his minatory, buried anger.

The man was utterly unmoved by his own actions. Egoistically.

Even if he seemed to be a normal person like you and me.