Remedy: Katsuki Bakugou x Reader (Sequel)

Chapter 5: Chisel

"You're dead Staple Face!"

"Bring it on Princess," Dabi lifted one hand, a spark of red gave birth to a blinding light of blues and whites as the waves crept up the entirety of his scarred arm. As always, Dabi awaited you to make the first move, standing idly with a grown patience. Read your opponent, that's what he's known to do around you in particular. Even though you've lost just about every fight with the boy of blue flames, you've taught him a lesson or two but it waned compared to his twenty win upper hand. But you can't let him win, not now, not ever again, you're tired of his abuse and you shall put an end to his annoying reign...

You won't admit how painfully your fever had racked your body, making your limbs weak and shaky as they felt like lead, how the cool air of the ceiling fans felt just blizzard cold against your moistened forehead and hands, and lastly your stomach that was just about ready to burst. Where did this sickness come from? Why is it eating away at your body? It's handicapping you for the fight you planned to win...

"Die!" You cried, left arm morphing into that of a slick metal blade and feet that pulled you toward the enemy. Dabi smirked, igniting his other arm where the heat traveled from body to the surroundings, the bar chairs had caught aflame.

"Enough!" Kurogiri didn't hesitate to step in, then again he almost always breaks up fights around here. Just as you released your arm from being pulled back behind your head to slice Dabi's head clean off, and his hands to reached out to burn you to a crisp, each limb phased through portals of black relocated to different parts of the room. "You two need to learn to work together," Kurogiri cleared his throat, his voice laced with discontent.

"This asshole has beat me up more times than I can count!" You growled, disagreeing with Kurogiri's demand right out of the gate. You pulled back your hands, retrieving them back from the portals, using your quirk to have the metal legs of the tables within the bar to shoot out from their positions and force Dabi's arms and hands to his chest.

"Since when could you do that?" Dabi huffed, with his hands immobile, he can't call upon his flames.

"Keep in mind our boss gave me three different quirks," you grimaced, an evil snicker to accompany your being, loving how Dabi was unaware of your hidden ability to manipulate the metals of objects within your radius, not just the metals that your body can transmutate. "And even though I've clearly won, I'm not gonna let your inability to move keep me from the prize of beating your ass into dust,"

"I said enough," Kurogiri repeated himself. He thought you'd leave Dabi alone after rendering him helpless.

"Screw that," you strut on over to where Dabi stood. Those electric blue eyes burned holes into your head. Those electric blue eyes, they're fierce, yet gentle and familiar. Where have you seen them before?

A crooked wheezy howl ripped at the atmosphere, your hearing aids couldn't handle the volumes of escalating levels and shot off high pitched noises in response. You forced hands to your ears, nearly dropping dead to the pitch, adjusting them frantically until you decided it was best to turn them next to off. The surroundings were so loud, bet you could hear it without the need of the aids. You were in a city that was burning down by the second with large red flames as you could hear the crackle and crash of buildings that gave into a fire's needy destruction. A quick recovery, you straightened yourself out to find that a pale blue Nomu with small beady eyes and a crooked smile jumped above all the heroes for an estimated landing right where you stood.

Of course, a flashback... What else did I expect from thinking about Dabi and his eyes? But... Why am I remembering back to the night I was captured? Wait... This was the night I was captured. How do I know this? I was never originally with the League of Villains? They forced me into it...