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"So, what is a pretty little boy like you doing in this part of the city?"
Her tone sent a shudder up his spine. It was a disturbingly soft pool of roses. Roses with hidden thorns. The smell of blood wafted up to his nose, and he whipped around, shooting her one of his infamous glares.
She was horrifyingly intriguing. Mangled hair and a crooked smirk, cuts, and bruises from childhood and present littering her body. Blood was smeared across her palms as she lurked in the shadows behind the abandoned building that Katsuki Bakugo had been assigned to observe.
"Who the fuck are you?" He barked, but the unsettling feeling in his stomach confirmed the worse. This was her. The villain that every pro hero had been trying and failing to catch. The one with a murder count of over 479 people, all of whom had been abusive and alcoholic men.
"Nobody important," She said slowly and hopped up on a dumpster. The sky was starting to get dark. The girl seemed to pay no mind as she swung her boot-clad feet like a child. She pressed her fingers into the already punctured skin on her palms, shuddering with happiness and pleasure as her own steely blood seeped out from them.
"Are you looking for a fight, you fucking creep? I'm a pro hero, so don't try any shit!" The hotheaded boy said, clenching his fists. As explosions started to spark in his hands, he caught a good look at her eyes.
They were insane and wrong. But deep inside those orbs of illuminated amber, he could see tiredness and sadness. Loneliness.
He saw a rose, withering and dying, longing for a sunlit field. He saw a child, beaten and battered, longing for a pair of warm arms. Longing for love. Longing for another chance at life.
She smirked as she jumped off the dumpster, walking to the mutilated body she had just finished off in the corner-a man who had previously preyed on a young woman. Using the blood drawn from her palms, she painted a rose on his face. And just like that, she was walking away, leaving only the rusty smell of the crimson liquid splattered in the alleyway, and a frozen Bakugo.
As she left, never to be seen again, her whispers drifted around him, echoing in his brain.
❝CAREFUL, PRETTY BOY. HEROES GET SCARS.❞
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ooh just channeling my dark side lol. lowkey, this is kind of disturbing dont judge my weird mind. also, abuse and rape are real problems. please help if you suspect anything. stay safe guys <3
