I stood in the store, my eyes locked on my phone. My headphones sat in my ears, "Hero Killer; Stain." I mumbled as his video played in front of my eyes, his beliefs lined up with my own. This hatred I haven't felt for years bubbled in my stomach. I low growl left my throat, I walk out of the store. "Hey! (L/N)! It's still your shift!" My boss yelled.
"Sorry! I'll be back later!" I yell running out onto the street. My feet hit the sidewalk quickly, apparently he'd been seen with the league of villains. I might have to come out of "retirement," for a bit. I run up the stairs of my apartment complex, I fumble in my pockets for my keys before swinging the door open. I go inside making sure the door was locked, I walk to my room and throw my stuff down on my small, full sizes bed. I open my closet and shift through clothes and shoes discarded on the floor, I find a nice box that originally had Pajamas in it now repurposed to suit my needs.
I pull it out and look at the dust atop it, I sigh softly and open it slowly. My eyes meet something I thought I'd never touch again, my hand ran over the smooth surface. A low growl left my throat, "I tried to go the peaceful route... maybe it's time to go the darker and more reckless." I grip the fabric, and pull the outfit from the box. "Expel me from UA on my Senior year... fine, but your not shutting me up." I walk over to the mirror and hold the leather leotard up. "I should change it up, maybe a weapon?" I think aloud. "Thank goodness I was that seamstress's apprentice." I spent that night sewing and cutting fabric changing the boring design of before.
The birds were chirping, as my eyes opened slowly. My head rested in my arms, my fingers raw and sore. The outfit that sat on the mannequin was decent for a first attempt. I rubbed my eyes yawning, fabrics and threads was discarded cross my wooden floors. I pushed myself from the desk and stand up, my neck was strained some. My left hand touches the burn scars on my right as I walk to the living room, some of the nerves were messed up being numb further down my arm. My hand has the worst of the damage, my palm held barley any feeling and I struggled to use it without shaking. So, I adapted and had to relearn to write and muscle control with my left hand, I was ashamed of my right arm. I thought that the next time I used this hand it'll be to punish Endeavor myself, he deserves death for killing my family.
I grabbed food and scarfed it down not wanting to waist anymore time then I had already. I quickly take a shower and walk to my room folding my new and improved outfit up, I then walked out the door a new passion in my eyes. "First is to get noticed by the league then to adapt to being in said league." I mumble to myself walking down the hall, I suddenly bump into a green haired kid walking out of an apartment. I simply excuse myself and walk passed him, I couldn't waste time on anything no matter the importance.
I quickly walk down the road my eyes scanning over the crowd of people, the groaning and cheers of passerbys was both annoying and interesting. Some people walked with confidence while others walked with malice and hatred. My eyes suddenly caught another's they were red and full of hatred of some sort, to whom I was unaware. I watched as the disappeared from my eye sight once a car passed by obstructing our visual lock. I shook my head and continued onward, turning down an alley.
I walked only a few steps before my head was bashed against the wall, I gasped as the air was pulled from my lungs. "Move and I'll kill you, bitch, now what's in the bag." His voice was hushed and deep, his hand pressed my arm between my shoulder blades, I smile crosses my face slowly. 'I don't needed to move to use my quirk~' My eyes glow (F/C), as I box surrounds us. I'll be fine... but he won't. The box slowly starts to fill with Cyanide, I could breath the toxin with ease but he'll die within minutes. He quickly pulls away and starts coughing. "T-the fuck is this!" He chokes out, I move the box and pull me out of it.
"Sorry, Love, but you don't have much time left, any sins you'd like to admit too before your painful death.
"G-go... to hell... b-bitch." He coughs out, blood dripping from his mouth, he falls to his knees holding his chests. Before long he collapses onto the ground as my cube disappears, I cough myself a little and lean against the wall. Dark memories flash in my eyes.
...Memory...
I was held back my arms tightly grasped, my eyes full of tears as they laid in front of me, half dead. They were still alive but barely... the adults yelled and lectured me, but all I heard was a dull ringing. The victims words were playing on loop as they were dragged out of the hall, "I heard you killed your family, I wonder if you enjoyed seeing them die in front of your eyes." A insane grin inched across my face.
"Now you'll be lucky to every talk again."
...End...
I stood above his body, "I'll see you soon then, friend."
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Lost Souls (DABI X READER)
Fanfiction(This is a Dabi x Reader) You grew up in a good home, with a big family. You had a 4 little siblings, you all looked after each other until on night. On a cold winter night your house went up in flames, your family died of burns and lack of oxygen...
