Character of your choice has an S/O with a really strong gift (also your choice) that can easily get out of hand. During an intense fight S/O is forced to use their gift, but it goes haywire and becomes a threat to everyone in the area.
I'M BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK (kind of)
Let's casually ignore the fact that it took me 3 years to write one scenario (I don't even know if this is written well)
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~Admin Kat
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Chuuya knew better than anyone what having an overpowered ability was like. He could no longer remember the amount of times that he had lost control when he activated Corruption, and the amount of times that the ability was canceled out by that bandaged asshole the moment before he was consumed by his ability entirely.
However, Dazai wasn't here now. There was no one to stop either of you if your abilities ran out of control.
"_____!" Chuuya yelled out as he watched you get thrown across the field.
You cursed to yourself as you oriented yourself after skidding across the ground and slamming into one of the trees surrounding the field. This was supposed to be an easy mission. The ability users in this enemy organization had nothing on you. There were no extraordinarily powerful abilities and they had small numbers.
Yet both you and the mafia executive were struggling to stand your ground.
You slowly stood back up, stumbling as you struggled to regain some sense of stability. You looked down at your body and a dark look fell upon your face as you saw your body start to slightly glow.
Your ability was not one that could be consciously activated. While it could decide the outcome of a battle in an instant, the threat of it running amok always kept you from letting yourself fall into a state of being forced to use it - and the few times that you were forced to use it, you could not stop it.
Similar to how Chuuya had to rely on Dazai to stop him from being consumed by Corruption, you once had to rely on the former executive to avoid completely wreaking havoc on the environment around you.
The wind picked up around you as you stood up with an empty look in your eyes.
This isn't an enemy I can just brute force my way through. Whatever consequences there, I have no choice but to accept them.
You shot into the air at supersonic speeds, with winds resembling a tornado following your path. When you came back down, there was an immense explosion that centered at where the enemy was positioned.
The battle didn't last for very long after that.
However, the defeat of these enemy ability users didn't mean that it was the end. An eerie glow could be seen through the dust with a vague figure showing from the center of the blast.
The trees slowly began to be ripped apart by the wind that was ravaging through the field. Your subordinates that had abilities were able to keep themselves grounded with their own abilities. Your subordinates that did not have abilities were not so lucky.
"Shit," Chuuya said to himself, his coat and hat falling off of him as he used his ability to leap towards you. "_____!"
You heard him, but you also didn't. Some part of you was able to process that he was there and approaching, but you didn't have enough control to be able to respond.
The terrain immediately surrounding you began to get levitated into the air and launched itself towards him. You vaguely glanced at him as he dodged, blocked, and punched through the debris with his own ability.
When he finally broke through, you raised your hand to prepare to throw him across the field that would kill any normal person from the impact.
However, your hand stopped right before striking him as he placed his hand on your shoulders.
"The enemy's defeated," he said quietly, despite the roaring wind. "You can rest now."
His words shouldn't have been able to reach you. They weren't even audible. Yet, you simply looked straight into his eyes without moving a muscle.
"Come home to me, _____."
He looked straight into your eyes with a determined look on his face that was softening the longer you two locked eyes.
"I know how hard it is to control. I know how good it feels to fall into it and let it consume you, but you are, and always will be, more than just your power."
Your lips slightly parted, as if you were trying to respond.
"Come home."
With those decisive words, a final strong gust of wind blew across the field centering at you before completely dying down. You collapsed forward into his arms, barely able to keep yourself standing. Your breath was hot and shaky and you felt like every cell in your body was threatening to fall apart.
"Y-You're a dumbass," you said quietly, gripping at his shoulders.
It shouldn't have been possible. There was no Dazai to cancel out your ability. Every single possibility involved your body tearing itself apart from your ability. Yet here you were, falling into Chuuya's embrace, having grounded yourself and finding yourself within the chaos that was the special ability that you didn't ask for.
"If we're being honest with each other," he said, pulling back a little so he could see your face, "I think it was worth being a dumbass if it meant bringing you back."
Chuuya knew better than anyone what it was like to have an overpowered ability that was impossible to control. Because of that, he was determined to bring you back if you ever lost control. He didn't know if he would succeed, but he knew that he was willing to throw everything away for even the miniscule chance of bringing you back to him.
