Bᴜʀɴ Iᴛ Aʟʟ

    Well he wasn’t wrong. He could simply swing her back against the wall and just do her here but by the way her knees were shaking the more he touched her with those heated digits of his, the more she was wondering if she wouldn’t buckle to her knees from is blissful menstruation alone. She thought it over in her head but apparently he wasn’t in the mood to give her the time to think. He was just as geared to go just by the way his fingers slid over curved flesh and down her supple thighs. Her breath hitched as one of his wandering hands finally found their desired connection, slipping his slender finger right over her sensitive new areas.

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Feeling her quake from his touches was certainly a treat, enjoying how she responded to even the slightest brush of his fingers. Her skin was hypersensitive it seemed, and he found that enjoyable to mess with. When his touch finally pressed to her sex, the sound that slipped out was just enough to curl his lips, enjoying that she actually allowed the sound to slip from her lips. He thought she might have been too embarrassed to let such a sound loose, but here they were. And he didn’t relent, almost like he was wanting to drag more of that delightful sound from her lips, to pressure her into giving him what he wanted to hear. And it seemed she had no qualms with doing so! Delight danced in those blue eyes of his, holding her gaze as if he meant to devour her with his hands.

    This was the very thing he wanted to avoid. The Chief itched at his back, the one nervous tick he still had when he spoke of his father. It hurt to scratch at the broken mess above his hip but it made this real…it made him remember that bastard could never touch him again. “For a long time I did nothing. Cause there was nothing I could do…My father was stronger than me, bigger than me….he hated my very existence. If not for my mother and brother, I’d be dead really.” Shino scratched at it more. “But when he went after my little brother for saving me from being skinned I-…I finally snapped.”

The memory was still fresh in his mind. “My venom kicked in late in my youth and I had no control of it’s potency back then but I was able to bite into his flesh so much so that I paralyzed him for life…I-…I’ve never done that to another man in my life he was the only one I ever pumped so much venom to that I practically made him a vegetable.”

“He’s still alive but in some prison outside the city. I don’t care to visit. Mostly out of shame for what I did to him…then there’s that other part of me that feels pride. I sometimes wonder if he’s suffering.. Being aware of his surroundings but so paraplegic that he can’t even speak correctly….I wonder if I’m the monster now.” He didn’t know when he stopped scratching at his back…

“I wonder if he feels any remorse for what he did to me…but I suppose I should thank him. He’s the reason I became a cop in the first place.”

That manic grin of his disappeared as Tokage started to answer him. That was a deep question, but they were both high, both sitting there with nothing better to talk about. They could be a little deeper than most. At least without it being totally uncomfortable. Blue eyes regarded the chief of police carefully as that story was told to him, how the man’s father had tried to skin him, and then went after a sibling for having the gall to try and save him. My, how similar the two of them seemed to be. Only Dabi didn’t get saved.  Dabi had burned.

Hearing the story of vengeance against that bastard of a father was cathartic though, humming softly as he thought of an abuser put into misery for the rest of their life. Was the senior Tokage trapped inside of his own head, like a personal jail while life around them went on? How sweet that thought must be to Shino. Dabi kept his smile sane, for now, the curl of his lips barely reaching halfway to the first staple on his cheek.

“Don’t worry yourself over him.” Came quiet advice, Dabi looking away from the chief and putting that joint to his lips in short order again. A small puff was all he took, letting the smoke slowly drift from slightly parted lips. “Got what he deserved, and you know it.”

Ryuko merely thought for a moment to his question, she could go a little while longer before considering herself in a state of minor hunger but as of the moment she was fine from what she could feel.

❝ Not really, but if you are then I’ll start making something. You’re motivation enough to get up and start doing more work of some sort. ❞

Another quiet laugh would come from the female, a hand slipping down from his chest to casually rest against his leg in a lazy manner. The smaller blonde tilting her head back from the crook of his neck to meet his gaze as the soft smile came to her lips again when catching the midnight haired males eye.

❝ Not exactly sure what to make yet though, so if you have recommendations I’ll probably make that. ❞

He felt a little off, with her saying that his hunger would be motivation to get up and start cooking. There had never really been people like this in his life, that were willing to drop what they were doing, or wanted to do, to cater to his needs. He valued that though, that he had grown up without that for many years. He would hate to think that he would want people to cater to him when it didn’t suit them. 

“If you’re not hungry, don’t worry about it.” He wasn’t particularly hungry, and he didn’t eat much, to begin with. Part of the reason he was so thin was that he barely ate in the first place.

When she moved, his gaze shifted to follow her, looking down at her as her hand rested on his leg lazily. She met his gaze with a soft smile, and that made his heart flutter. She was so damned soft, he didn’t know how to handle it. She treated him like he was soft too, rather than this jagged mess of a person he was. She was gentle with his scars, gentle with him. Didn’t she know he didn’t know how to handle that? Didn’t she know that she was anchoring herself in him with that? Like he would be able to deal with not getting that soft treatment after getting it from her for so long.

“You were…”

It was one thing to think that this happened to the other as an adult. But at 5 years old…? It makes his blood boil, even more so knowing which hero was responsible for this. Endeavor. Wasn’t that–

Shouto’s father? Come to think of it, he had a scar on his face too. 

Was that also…from him?

How the hell was he allowed to be the number one hero? Heroes are supposed to protect people! Not…hurt them! 

Fists clench at his sides, breath shaking and catching in his throat as anger starts to overwhelm him. It’s always like this. A villain shows up, and the heroes who patrol the streets are missing. A villain shows up, and the heroes wait around for a better hero to show up. What happened to heroes like Crimson Riot? What happened to the heroes who saved people?

What happened? 

“There has to be something you can do, without destroying–…” 

Kirishima pauses, swallowing, almost second guessing himself now. And after he’d just argued against it. Maybe it really does have to be rebuilt from scratch.

But he shakes his head. 

“No, I’m not gonna let you rope me into this! I’m sorry for what happened, and I hope you get justice, but I still don’t agree with your thinking.”

The young boy was thinking, and that was amusing. He was struggling with the concept that the person that did this to Dabi, and to his friend Shouto, was the number one Hero. The man at the top was a monster, and now Kirishima had to deal with that. What a delightful conflict to see on his face! Blue eyes regarded the redhead carefully, watching him as he seemed to try and find some middle point. Fist clenched, getting angry at the concept displayed to him. That Heroes weren’t all they were cracked up to be. The poor boy must have never questioned a hero before, considering the reaction he was giving. How rough it had to be to have your entire world view shattered like that.

“You don’t have to agree.” It was simple enough to say that. And he didn’t expect a young Hero Hopeful to agree with him in the first place. But that seed was there, wasn’t it? Dabi’s goal wasn’t to make a world entirely without heroes, it was to destroy the current world and let the true heroes rise. To make a world where he could live in peace, along with all of those whom society deemed evil because of their quirk, like poor Toga. How was counseling supposed to help when her Quirk demanded she drinks other people’s blood? 

The echoing of footsteps in the quitness had her eyes turned to the direction of its source. None other than the pyromaniac of the League appeared in her sight, hands shoved into his pockets. Although as a result of the darkness, his features were barely visible; only a silhouette she recognized well. The way he walked, with such leisure, didn’t go unnoticed by her. Whether the change of plan was urgent or not, the number three hero was infuriated, displeased with the fact that she hadn’t been informed of that. The woman didn’t had all the time in the world; these meetings were supposed to be quick and discreet, and she was supposed to know things to cooperate with these lowlifes. She didn’t care why all of the League wasn’t present, but should’ve been informed. Among the many things she hated was being told to wait, and that’s exactly what she had just been doing until now.

                          Alina remained still, not bothering to walk towards the Villain. Only her eyes met with his pair of blue ones, once they were visible, and shekept it at that for a moment. His comment didn’t exactly lightened her mood either, perhaps drained it down the gutter just a little more. Then again, a sore mood had never been rare for her. “And you’re late.” She replied, finger pointing at her watch, before she tilted her head somewhat to the right to find their leader, the one she had agreed to meet with. Her eyes narrowed, barely noticeable, when she realized that Dabi was all alone. “Where’s your boss?” Came the question without hesitation.“I was supposed to meet him.”

She annoyed him, plain and simple. She was a corrupt hero, someone using villains to get the ranking she wanted. Yes, the partnership with her was benefiting the league, and thus he didn’t scorch her, but he hated her. Her principle of existence was exactly what Stain was talking about, and he hated it. She didn’t deserve to be a hero, she deserved to be dead. That itch to burn her was crawling up his neck, but he kept himself calm, watching her as they came close. She demanded many things, implying that he was late (he was) and making a show as to how late by drawing attention to her watch. An eyebrow rose at that, but he said nothing. Why would he give her the satisfaction, especially as she went on to question why he was here alone, and Shigaraki wasn’t here either.

   She could feel her mouth watering as she reached forwards to pull the dish in closer to herself. Sure she could have waited for the other to finish up and join her at the table.. But she was far too eager to get tucked in for that. As such she wasted no time in tearing a chunk out of a piece of bacon, sharp teeth making light work of it. A cheerful hum soon sounding up from her as she chewed away. It might have been a simple choice but at least it tasted good. 

                          “I had to make sure it was nice before I thanked you.”

    Words came around a mouthful of food, all table etiquette being cast aside for the moment to provide a response. In truth she had little doubt that whatever Dabi might have made would be edible at least assuming he didn’t burn it to a crisp. Else she wouldn’t have insisted he make her something. But mostly importantly she just couldn’t be bothered to make something herself. This was a win, win either way for her. 

                       “Besides, don’t you think its more fun eating with company.”

That comment irked him slightly, that she needed to make sure his cooking was good before she thanked him, and then she didn’t thank him at all. Of course, judging by her poor table manners it was likely she wouldn’t thank him, to begin with, she was just paying him lip service. A sigh slipped his lips as she spoke with a mouthful of food, and he was tempted to just take the plate from her. But, he just swallowed his annoyance, settling in at the table across from her with his own plate, gently biting down on a strip of bacon himself. He was slow with his eating, much like he was with everything except a fight.

   “Curious that being your first question but understandable.” All For One turned on the heals of tailored black shoes. 

“I want a future for men like Tomura and men like you young man are not seen as outcast, who are given free reign to slink out of the shadows and be the ones on top for once. Not because you’re the strongest but because you are a human being who deserves to be treated with respect. Monsters they may call us but it was by their hands that we were created, them who molded us into the beast they title us as. A world were we are in the light of day and taking back what is ours.”

“Destroying their facade and laying the world out bare for all to see. To drag those men and woman who made us into the light and show them for who they really are. My endgame is a paradise, one where all stand side by side unafraid an independent of the shackles this society has put upon our persons.”

“We don’t need Heroes an it’s time for the public to see that for themselves. I come from an era where superheroes were just a comic in a paper. Back before the world was rotten. I’m old…so very old. Alas, the more they Heroes are seen for what they really are, the more they will understand that we aren’t the real villains. Of course it will take time, this want is a bloody one.”

“ People will die for they do not respect change without a fight. But we must do what we must in order for a better day.” 

The dark one cocked his head some. 

“Don’t you have people who’ve been shoved away into the dark for not fitting the standards of our society? Someone you wish the world too know, who deserves it more so than those in front of the cameras? Aren’t there stories you hunger to tell to those who turn you a deaf ear? What I will build will make sure they are never cast out into the shadows again…for any of us.”

“The one you call Twice. He’s a good man with a good heart who was cast a bad lot. He’s mentally unstable an yet the world see’s him as nothing but trash. The girl, Toga. Because her Quirk isn’t like the fancy ones people wish to have she too was cast aside, called a freak. You…well I could write a whole book on why you don’t fit in but I digress, my point made. You have the rare opportunity to right this wrong. Seize it.”

Perhaps it was odd that his first question was the endgame. But he wanted to know what the goal of this man was if it was something that would hold up with his own. He didn’t want to just burn the world down and leave it a husk. He did want to see society continue on, just in a way that made sense.

It seemed as of All for One was a talker, which was just fine, considering Dabi really was not. He listened attentively, not wanting to miss a word, as it would help him understand what the goal of the League actually was. Shigaraki was in charge, and All for One was claiming to do whatever Shigaraki wanted, but he wasn’t sure that was the case at all. Undoubtedly, this man was pulling strings from the shadows, pushing the boy in a direction he wanted him to go. Dabi didn’t much care, but that meant that he had to understand the plan that All for One was putting in motion.

“I’d prefer if you didn’t write that book.” A smart comment coming from the young man, but one that was meant to show he was paying attention. All for One knew his past inside and out, which wasn’t surprising, but that didn’t mean he wanted it thrown in his face. 

Blue eyes regarded the elder carefully, his hands remaining in his pockets as if they were safer there. The plan sounded like everything Dabi wanted. He wanted his revenge, Endeavour seen as the monster he was. This was certainly a way to do it. To be honest, Dabi wasn’t all that picky about how that bastard met his end, he just wanted it done. And he wanted the world to know that he wasn’t a Hero at all, no matter what he might have said or done. No man who could do those sorts of things to his children could be a Hero.

“The Nomu are obviously the infantry. Footsoldiers.” Dabi was moving on to another question, obviously quite fine with the goals lined out by All for One. He had always been behind the vision of Stain, and what All for One had said lined up pretty well. So Dabi intended to work with the man to get what he wanted out of it, just as All for One was planning to work with him to get what he wanted. A mutually beneficial partnership, it seemed.

Ryuko would blink for a moment before her cheeks turned a deep red in embarrassment, she hadn’t though he would play along with it. The poor woman clearly hadn’t planned this fair ahead, slapping her hands over her face she would fizzle and spin around to hide away some.

❝ I was not expecting you to play along with it－ ❞

A treat? Now she’s being treated as if a pet or something, but at least she got something of that of a tolerable name even though it wasn’t the full one. Even as the morphine entered her bloodstream, her body felt odd as if it was undergoing changes internally. “I feel…w-weird…”

;– ❧ She was not one to depend on someone else…at least not from someone who had a hellish fire burning deep within them. 

         This man was at the top of the food chain.

          For her.

         She was still terrified of him.

         A frown, a familiar sign upon her redden lips, spread while gold hues glared towards the scarred individual. Arms had found their way to be crossed over her chest as she stood her ground but…was there a reason for her to?

        She had given herself to him after all.

      “ᴰᵒᵉˢ ⁱᵗ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᴵ’ᵐ ⁱⁿ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒⁿᵉ ᵉˡˢᵉ?”

        Answer: no.

        Proper answer: yes.

       Whenever she felt the lack of attention, it was always him who showed up to her almost as though he could taste her dissatisfaction. How could those steel bars find their way around her even after she flew away? Then again…

        …she hadn’t taken many steps away from her cage.

Blue eyes slowly looked to her form, drinking her in a slow, steady way. He looked at her like she was a nothing but his, his caged bird, to sing to him when he called.

The frown that etched upon her lips mattered little, as he read her body. She was stiff, but not closed off. His presence put her feathers up, but only because she didn’t want to appear like she was happy to see him. Yet she was. It was easy to read in how her eyes lingered on his, hoping to drown in those ocean blues.

Slowly, his right hand reached for her, hand stopping just before he could reach her. His palm was placed skyward, awaiting her touch like a call to obedience. “Don’t lie to yourself birdie. I can see how cold you feel.” She was the type to require someone near almost constantly. She might act rough toward them, and even violent, but she would never leave.

He had left the gate of her cage wide open, and she had only run this far. Were she serious, she could easily flee him so that she would never catch sight of him again. And yet, here they were.

“Come get warm, Xayah.” He called her name like it was a leash for him to pull on, to draw her near. He said it sweetly, but in the kind of sweet that a flesh-eating flower would put out to draw its prey in.  Index and middle fingers twitched, curling more toward his palm as if demanding she hurry.

                                              She didn’t want to be left alone in the cold...

“I’m not a dog you know!”.

But she was gonna stuff that croissant into her mouth when she got it back. Getting crumbs on her face as she was in a hurry to scarf it down before he decided he wanted to eat the rest of it. 

Puffing her cheeks out afterward as she wiped her face with a huff. That wasn’t at all lady-like but she didn’t care. She was hungry and he was just being a meanie!

    Well that was a better reaction than she thought. “Yes…I want to escape from here. I’ve heard the doctors, they aren’t thinking about letting me out anytime soon…I heard them talking to Fuyumi about it outside my door when they thought I was asleep…I’ll be trapped in here forever if I don’t just leave on my own.” Rei explained. At the mention of her other children, she shook her head. “They can’t know….it’ll only make things worse. Shouto…Natsu Yumi…they don’t need me anymore. I’m a burden, a stain from a past they should move on from.”

“But us? We’re both too tied to the past to ever let it go…perhaps its better if you’re the one to steal me away from here. For us to stay together…we aren’t like them. They till have a chance to be free from our name. You and I? We can’t. I can’t. It’s why I can’t stay here.”

He could understand how she felt trapped here. It wasn’t exactly pleasant after all. She didn’t want to stay here, who would? It was a draining place, even for those who could leave at will. He had been in a place quite similar shortly after being scarred. In the end, he walked out of there. It was fair that she wished to do the same, though he did frown as she said that his siblings couldn’t know. This was going to put a huge target on his back, especially from Endeavour and Shouto. “I doubt they think that...” He managed to mutter as she called herself a stain, a burden on his siblings. There was little chance they held such sharp views of her.

✼ . . WUTHERING . . ✼

— ❝ Y-You needn’t be rude about it! Besides, that might not be the case for long! ❞ TRUE, there was a notable absence of customers at the moment, such was the norm during this time of day ; most adults were in work and most children were attending school, there were not many looking to frequent a rather QUAINT bookshop. His words, while BLUNT, did ease her worries, however, and Emily heaved a long sigh as she lifted a book to place it in its appropriate section. His company was not an entirely BAD occurrence, to be honest, and she did tend to enjoy it — when he wasn’t lounging around as if he OWNED the place, that was.

❝ Be careful. You plopped into the chair far too roughly, I don’t wish to replace it. ❞ DEADPANNED stare was directed his way for a moment before attention returned to the task at hand. ❝ What brings you here, Dabi? ❞

✼  ✼  ✼

“Not sure how I was being rude...” The patched man grunted in response to her statement, giving her a bland look when she tried to say that it wouldn’t be dead in here for long. Obviously, he didn’t think that was going to be the case even on the best of days. Reading actual books was starting to phase out, instead opting for online novels that can be read on the phone or device. He was quite safe in here, honestly. She just thought he was a fire hazard. And she wasn’t necessarily wrong.  He was about to make a comment when she hefted a book, shelving it where it belonged before wandering to the next. He remained seated though, even as she started to wander from him. He had no intention of following her like a lost dog.

Darastrixethe Sent :  ❝ Ahem I'm going to have to place you under arrest, an ass that fine is absolutely illegal. ❞

Unprompted! || Always Accepting ! @darastrixethe​

he’d    assumed    that    she    couldn’t    control    her    own    quirk  ;    something   rational   but   nearly   insulting,   daiten   payed   little   attention   to   that    &&.    only   to   how   her   skin   burned,   how   the   rot   ran   through   her   veins   ——   some   of   the   mist   encircles   her   arm,   keeping   the   majority   close   while   setting   a   wall   between   the   two,    avoiding   the   risk   of   dabi   coming   any   closer   than   he   was.

had    she    not    fought    him    before   ?    remembered   how   the   body   had   decayed,    falling   not   into   crimsons   but   another   color   ——   a   clone      /      she   would   not    underestimate    the   enemy   merely   because   she’d   defeated   a   copy      /      blinks   slowly,   stepping   —–   staggering   back   slightly,   knowing   how   dangerous   he   was   &&.   how   he   was   right   ——   if   she   were   hurt,   or   lost   consciousness   here,   there   was   no   saying   that   she   wouldn’t   accidentally   kill   someone    &&.    destroy   all   they   know.

“       can’t.    i’m   not   interested       ”       a   simple   reply,    soft,    nearly   obviously   tired       /       the   wounds   begin   to   stitch   together,   no   longer   spilling   any   mist      /      felt   as   if   she   needed   to   sit   down,   black   spots   plaguing   her   vision   &&.   the   world   spinning   even   as   she   moves   to   place   a   hand   against   a   nearby   wall   for   support   ——   it   decays,    &&.    daiten   nearly   curls   in   on   herself   momentarily,    nearly   falling   over.

She was deteriorating. He could tell just by watching her eyes. Unfocused, distracted, she was quickly losing track of herself while trying to mind her quirk. It was a thing he could appreciate, as he always had to watch the temperature of his flames, lest he burn himself away with them as well. She was walling him off with her quirk though, holding the mist between them. Decent control, though the alleyway was slowly having the floor eaten away from it.

Her movements were rough, staggering backward instead of simply stepping. That made him question what kind of state she was in. Was bloodloss a sign of overuse of her quirk? Is that why she was stumbling around or was there another reason. There were so many variables in this encounter, and he didn’t like that. It became hard to read her if he didn’t know what was causing her seemingly inebriated movements. Agitation ate at his core, being put into a situation that he didn’t have a good read over. That’s how he controlled things, and had a sense of power in them.

Her words came again, and the tired note to them was impossible to miss. Exhaustion. That was it. The cause wouldn’t matter, but he knew she was tired.  With her suddenly leaning on the wall, and devouring half of it with her quirk before she curled on herself some, using that as a method to keep herself from falling over. Maybe he could influence her a bit when she was like this.

That was all it took as the crack of lightning struck and the thunder boomed, the sound of glass shattering was muffled along with the sudden shaky whimper before she quickly stepped away from the tall male. Her cheeks burning a deep shade of red as the woman looked away shyly, hands moving to cross her arms.

❝ That was one of my favorite cups you animal－ ❞

It was clear her words weren’t so harsh by the fact her body was trembling in embarrassment to having had such happen to her, it was a first to having her rear slapped though. After a moment she would rush off to go get a dust pan to clean up the glass with, returning but unable to meet his gaze after he succeeded in flustering her.

❝ Regardless you got what you wanted, I ended up becoming flustered and losing composure. Congratulations. ❞

Her tone was flat but heavily laced with the playful sarcasm as she cleaned up the mess quickly, setting it aside to deal with later as a hand quickly swatted down to collide with his behind. But hers was much harder as the proper slap echoed through the silence.

❝ That is pay back~ ❞

The timing of the crack of thunder and his smack upon her rear was too perfect, it even surprised him. Blue eyes widened slightly at the sound of shattering glass, his hand pulling back from her, mostly due to the fact that the mood was as shattered as that glass now. Her comment provoked only the slightest smile from him, his gaze focused on her face. Despite her comment of how that was one of her favorite cups, she didn’t seem upset in the slightest, more embarrassed that he had made her drop it with a spank.

And then she fled, going to get a dustpan and a broom. He stepped away from the mess, letting her clean it without him standing right in the way, but that playful sarcasm in her words as she spoke again provoked a chuckle from the Villain. “I like it when you lose your composure~” He teased in-kind, watching her set aside the full dustpan to take care of later. She had gotten it all, or so it appeared. 

However, he wasn’t prepared for her counterstroke. Feeling her striking at his ass in a similar manner caught him by surprise, the smack making him jump slightly while turning his gaze on hers again, for a moment trying to process what had happened. The gentle Ryuko had struck him, and with a smile on her face. And she had struck him hard, calling it payback! The result likely wasn’t what she expected, his lips curling wide, to the first staple on his cheek, blue eyes going wide with delight.

Her thought process was scattered due to the burning pain from the IV solution, it was until the morphine was injected after her body was being slightly eased from the pink fluid. A new name? Why wouldn’t she just have her regular name? Unless her physical appearance will alter to not be identify as Mina. Will this be her villain name? The opposite of her once hero name, “Pinky”? At least with this seemingly second chance at a name she would want to be called, something else that wasn’t “Alien Queen”…

“…X-Xeno…morph…”