She steps out of the shower her damp silvery white hair that fades to an ombre pink with purple tips sticking to her back as she grabs a towel and wraps her hair in it. She walks out of the bathroom after wrapping one around her body and grabs black leggings which are cut short and a black sports bra out of her drawer, quickly pulling them on.

"Azrael! hurry the hell up!"

"Oh, can it handy!"

"you li-"

"stop it both of you"

Kurogiri cuts in.

Shigiraki clicks his tongue and growls, but backs down when Kurogiri gives him a menacing look. she smirks at her victory. The girl, Azrael, unwraps her hair throwing her towel beside the other one and grabs an elastic on her way out. she puts her hair into a high bun as she heads down the stairs in the bar. she continues on to behind the counter and then through a door. The door opens to a flight of stairs which she descends and goes through another door that opens to a large familiar room. an image of the room years ago pops to the front of her mind.

~she was young, covered in blood dry and new. patches of it everywhere. she was on the floor next to a growing pool of blood. her father smiling at the young ash blue haired boy at the other side of the room who was not yet injured.~

"hurry up and move out of the way!"

Shigiraki yells in her ear causing her to snap out of her thoughts. She walks to the right side of the room which is separated by a big grey line. she clicks her tongue as she walks to the pile of punching bags. she grabs the largest bag and it hooks it up. she gets into stance and starts punching the bag bare handed. With each punch she absorbs the pain and gets stronger and stronger until she can't feel the pain anymore. she keeps punching for hours as her muscles start to ache from the strain in her arms. She lets her anger out, her body drenched in her own salty sweat causing her clothes to stick to her body and her hair to turn damp and clung to her face but not fazing her as she continues.

"hey, dragon eyes!"

Shigiraki called from the other side of the room while he was slacking. she furrowed her eyebrows, gritted her teeth, and clenched her fists harder so her nails cut her skin. He knew she hated that nickname. her head snapped in his direction.

"CALL ME THA-"

BOOM!

the punching bag slammed against her knocking her to the ground as her head hit on the floor causing her vision to go blurry. She tries to get up but her head spinning and her arms aching from the punching made her too weak to hold up her own body, her arms buckled causing her to fall again. As she falls the world starts to go in slow motion as if she was in some action movie and the main character got knocked out. black dots start to appear in her vision dotting in and out so fast that it made her head hurt even more. finally she passes out her cheek hitting the cold floor as one word escaped her lips.

"Fuck"

~Azrael~

"Azrael come here" father says

I look over at him to see him with a little girl. Me, when I was five.

"yes father"

younger me says as he crouches to be what used to be my height.

"We are going to do something different today. it's going to be a lot harder then what you've been doing up till now. I want you to be strong. to do your best. To be the best."

I look up at my father with my eyes wide. I smile.

"yes, father. I will be the best, better than anyone else"

He smiles and hugs me.

"That's my girl "

he lets go and stands up.

"come I'll show you your new training room."

He leads younger me to the same room every morning and shows me all the equipment.

"This is what will be what you will be training with from now on"

I look upon what has grown to be part of my home in awe.

"wow"

I say as I slowly walk around each and every piece of equipment taking in every detail on each of them with eyes wide not wanting to miss anything.

"This is amazing"

I say so softly that it's barely a whisper but father still heard it.

"I'm glad you like it"

he laughs but it quickly fades.

"father?"

I say after rushing over to him. then Shigiraki walks in the room. I send a cold glare in his direction with my cheeks puffed out as he smiles.

then the memory fades to 'that' day. all three of us went into the training that morning. This was the day that we ran the courses that were on the end for the first time. or at least my first time. I remember that Shigiraki would practice when we were both supposed to be doing basic training which Shigaraki fell behind in. father stood in the middle as we both started at the same time.

"you're doing great for your first time Azrael!"

father said happily, causing Shigiraki to lick his dry lips and puff his little red cheeks in anger, practicing harder to gain the attention he thought he deserved. father turned his detection and looked at him.

"amazing it's like you've done this before"

Shigiraki was caught off guard by this comment and stumbled as he ran but he quickly recovered. Father was smiling as he watched Shigaraki, not looking at me anymore as I came to the last set of blades as Shigaraki finished. it was the spinning axes and I was doing pretty well dodging it's attacks. but as I came to the cylinder stands my foot buckled and I stumbled towards the ax. it cut me deep but I made no sound. I quickly finished the course falling on the ground soundlessly at the end. I was bleeding out but father didn't notice. He was still watching Shigaraki show-off and smiling.

"f-fath-er"

Younger me said to quiet for him to hear. I put my hands over the cut to stop the bleeding as much as I could. I took a deep shaky breath and summoned all the strength I could and yelled.

"FATHER!"

his head snapped in my direction as his face turned a shade lighter.

"AZRAEL!"

he yelled racing over to me. Shigiraki's face was washed over in shock as the pool of blood surrounding me grew bigger and bigger. He shook his head trying to believe that I deserved it and was doing this for attention and that he shouldn't care about my worthless life and my pathetic pain. But deep down we both knew he was worried and scared that the only person who was the closest thing to a sister he had was dying and that there was nothing he could do but watch as I bled out in front of him. my father picked me up and raced out of the room as I layed in his arms clinging to life by strands. my father was and still is as far as I know incapable of crying. but from time to time I wonder.

On that day would he have been crying if he was able to?

I slowly start to fall into darkness again sinking deeper and deeper as if I am drowning in a pool of black quicksand .

"Azrael!"

"Azrael!"

"AZRAEL!"