Dedicated to everyone in the tddk server, luv u guys The night was eerily quiet. The moon shined high in the sky, calmly watching, witnessing the loss of a life. The darkness in the alleyway moved softly so it could firmly hold the two bodies in its clutches. He slowly inhales; the smell of the corpse he just killed permeates the air, bringing with it a sense of satisfaction. One more pretender has fallen. However, the adrenaline slowly draining from his blood stream makes him acutely aware of the fact that his muscles are screaming in pain. He stays immobile, breathing calmly. One day, heâll be able to clean this society made of hypocrites, and just that thought is enough to ignore the pain. All of his suffering will be worth it  He knows he shouldnât stay there, knows that, any moment now, that manis going to find him, however... However, itâs almost like he wants to be found. True to his own prediction, the man appears; first comes the orange glow, reflecting on the concrete walls â and for some reason, he feels glued to the floor, instead of running away from an unnecessary confrontation or preparing himself to fight. Then, he hears it. âThought I would find you hereâ a huge silhouette surrounded by flames says, his hoarse voice bouncing off the walls and making him feel hot and cold at the same time. âYouâre getting sloppy, Stain.â Stain slowly turns his body in the voiceâs direction, staring at blue eyes glowing in the dark. Enji Todoroki, the Flame Hero Endeavor, fills the night with his presence, making the wind whisper in agitation for the interrupted moment of quietness. âI could smell your trail of blood. Even a naĂŻve brat could feel your murderous aura from miles away.â Stain stays silent, making Endeavor narrow his eyes. âArenât you getting a little too bloodthirsty?â That last part makes the murderer laugh, the raspy, broken sound cutting the air for the few seconds it lasts. âArenât we basically the same? Thatâs why you came for me again, even though you donât have the conviction to kill me.â Stain laughs again, taking a step towards the hero. âSo? Are you going until the end this time, Endeavor?â Endeavor doesnât seem to enjoy being made fun of, visibly boiling in sudden rage, flames expanding in threat. Stain, in answer to that, smirks, exposing his fangs-like teeth. The act seems to trigger Endeavor to, in only a few steps, get face-to-face to the murderer, grabbing his shirt and violently throwing him against the wall. His fists rises up. The silence comes back. Three seconds, five seconds, one minute. The two of them remain static, looking deep into each otherâs eyes. Endeavorâs are full of hate and some unnamed emotion; Stainâs, however, seem dead just like the rest of his soul. Endeavor opens his mouth wide, looking like heâs ready to scream, but he closes it again and takes a deep breath. âThis has to stopâ he says, appearing to be fighting against his own emotions. âFor your sake and for mine. This,â he gesticulates his hands to the two of them in the little space between their bodies âthis something between us needs to stop.â Stain feels suspended in reality, this one moment lasting forever in his mind. The murderer saves only one second to memorize the smell of carbonization and the sensation of warm flames close to his skin that have been following him on cold nights and across various cities. Everything seems to stop, the world ceases to exist; there is only the two of them. The smell of blood intoxicates Stain and, taking a deep breath, his head moves until their faces are so close that they share the same air. Endeavor, however, seems to snap from his stupor, harshly letting go of his shirt and taking several hasty steps back. The hero is clearly trying to put his thoughts in order, slightly out of breath. In the end, Endeavor decides to turn his back, walking heavily towards the lights. Stain doesnât know what makes him do it, but before he realizes, his mouth is already saying the next words. âThe next city is Hosu.â  Itâs enough to make Endeavor pause, but he doesnât look or turn back. His steps start echoing again, his stride determined. Endeavorâs smell and warmth slowly disappear until all that is left is the faraway memory of them. Stain goes back to looking at the moon, his always present witness. In Hosu, everything will come to an end. ....is this cursed enough for u
