"Love was so fucking cringey until I met you."
You and your delinquent brother had been "troubled" kids, since the very beginning of it all.
Before things got bad; and, before things got good.
Constantly wreaking havoc just for the fun of it, lea...
"I'VE GOT DEMON EYES, AND THEY'RE LOOKING RIGHT THROUGH YOUR ANATOMY" -MARSHALL LEE
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"Gone? What do you mean gone?" Aizawa perks in sudden interest at Todoroki's mention of your disappearance.
Todoroki had come banging on his teacher's dorm door, at 9pm, as that was how long the two boys had been searching for you.
Aizawa came out in his pyjamas, as expected from him. But that didn't effect how worked up and extremely on-edge he became at the very mention of one of his students being abducted.
"Currently, Bakugou is searching the streets, we have a firm belief that she was kidnapped."
"Todoroki, are you sure of this? If you weren't even with her, we can't possibly solidify that it wasn't her own behaviour," Aizawa inquires deeply, staring into his eyes with restlessness, "She has a fairly discernible knack for running away. You need to provide evidence, or at least have your word to back you up-"
"No, sir. I was accompanying her, prior to the initial abduction. It was very clear to me that she had no intention of running away from me." the boy nods his head in confirmation, "She dropped this, which I handed to her before I left for a moment. Myself and Bakugou saw her flames alongside some hypnotic blue ones..."
Aizawa notices the boy's trail of though drift off gruesomely, at the very revisit of those blue flames.
Those blue flames he recognised instantly.
His brother.
He must have had something to do with your sudden disappearance.
Aizawa knows, too. He knows exactly who Todoroki was referring to, and who you were most-likely with.
"Alright, i'll get everyone on it urgently. There shouldn't be much of a delay on the search team."
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"It's nice at night," you say, hugging your knees to your chest and glancing over the city, on the roof of an abandoned water tank. "I've never been up here before."
"Did you mean everything you said?" Dabi asks suddenly, next to you on the roof, only he was standing. "Did you lie about anything you've said in the past hour?"
He spoke with authenticity plowing through every word, slowly, and constantly assessing you and your body movements.
You purse your lips, looking back over the helpless, mindless civilians below, and squint your eyes just barely, "No, I didn't lie."
He narrows his eyes inquisitively, looking at the back of your head very carefully, "Even what you said about the school? And those boys?"
