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Saori shot out of the ground and slammed into the sole criminal in the alleyway. The fallen victim choked at the sight of her, which she could understand. Seeing as she had no interest in getting a reaction like the bastard's a few days ago and was transformed into her more beastly appearance.

She stalked towards where the criminal was flung and levelled out the torn-up ground. They groaned where they lay but realised that she was approaching and tried to rise up. It seemed she had encountered a villain, not a criminal. They're the only ones that had managed to last the first attack.

They picked a rock up and flung it at her, feet slipping in dirt and rubble as they tried to stand. She let the rock hit and bounce off her, and then she was on the other side of the villain, sweeping her tail at their legs.

They were knocked unconscious as they were upended onto the ground. Her usual reaction to pick them up and dump them at the station was delayed as something sharp was thrown at her. The whistle it made in the air allowed her to avoid the unknown projectile and looked for the source.

From the rooftop, a person jumped down with sword-length blades in each hand. Their first strike couldn't be avoided, and the blades lashed through the air. She raised her arms, and the wing membrane was shorn through, but the strange swords didn't hit her face. Pain lanced through her arms anyway and she growled at her attacker.

"I will not allow you to harm another innocent civilian, villain." They announced as they struck out again. She managed to weave out of the way this time.

"If you arrived even half a minute earlier, you would not have just said that to me." She stated. If she could have, she would have raised an eyebrow. Honestly, the timing of the matter.

"Ha! I saw all I needed to see, villain. No honeyed words will save you from me. I will remove you and bring safety to the people." They said, not even pausing in their onslaught of attacks.

Now, Saori could run from the fight, but she knew the villain she just took down won't be arrested for his crime. Knocking out the hero so she could take the criminal to the station was her plan. Although it was annoying how it took her so long to settle on that plan of action, as within the confines of the alley, she'd been given half a dozen scratches to go with her torn wings.

She sunk into the ground, sneezed while hidden, and shot back up at her attacker. They slammed into the ground, and she stomped on their chest, expelling the air in their lungs, and maybe cracking a rib or two. Her head was a little too stuffed to know if she actually heard it or not.

It probably wasn't a good idea to smash her head into theirs while it already felt like it was somehow stuffed full of cotton. But the action was done, her attacker was unconscious, and she could grab the minor villain and do what she was interrupted from doing earlier. She did remember to bury the strange blades he used to harm her. Blood would be evidence, although she felt like she was forgetting something else as she raced to the police station.

She skidded slightly to a stop, claws digging into concrete, and barely managed to stop herself from tipping over. The throbbing starting to grow in her head did not help matters.

She briefly transformed back and winced as the injuries transferred over. Her hands screamed at her. The skin between some of the fingers bled sluggishly. Patting the villain down for any cash they had on them while she tried not to drip any blood on them wasn't easy. But she managed it.

The fabric, plastic and Velcro of his wallet did not taste good, but she managed to get the unconscious villain to the station and dug her way home without any more fuss.

Her torn wings were back to bloody hands, and she took the wallet out of her mouth and threw it at Dabi. He caught it but immediately dropped it.

"Is that spit? Why the fuck was that in your mouth?" He asked as he spilled some bottled water over his hand. "If I get sick from touching this, I'm going to set your fucked up bed on fire."

He opened it, removed cash, and chucked it back at her. It bounced off her head as she flopped into her makeshift bed. "I'm not sick." She groaned into the piles of torn fabric.

"Yes, you are," Dabi stated, continuing to count all the money she'd accumulated from less than legal sources. "What did you do to your hands? You should wrap them up before you bleed over everything. Blood's a pain to get out."

She wormed out of the pile enough so that she could plop the bleeding appendages out of her bed. No further efforts were made to deal with the matter. Dabi snorted at her but didn't comment.

She roused from her light sleep with a killer headache when someone did grab her hands. They jolted back with a curse and the scent of blood not her own appeared. She removed her head from the pile. Dabi was still the only one here.

"Rough skin. No contact. Too many fabrics just tear or wear themselves off me. Skin just peels off." Saori said to him, voice craggier than usual. She coughed up the phlegm sticking to the back of her throat. "Oh fuck, I am sick. I can see why people hate it now." She buried her face into her bed again.

"I would have appreciated a warning earlier," Dabi said, tending to his own hands now. "And what do you mean you see that now? You've had to have been sick before." He swore as he hurt his own hand further. "You never did answer me earlier, did you? How old are you?"

She moved her face back out, no need to repeat herself because he wouldn't be able to hear her speaking into the fabric. "No, I haven't been sick before. The closest I ever got was after I ate some poisonous meat, but food poisoning doesn't really count as being sick. That was back when I was a toddler and before my quirk fully kicked in." She rose onto her elbow and Dabi threw a torn-off piece of a blanket at her. Right, she hadn't put any clothes back on when she returned.

She snorted and covered her chest. Wasn't this country supposed to be looser with nudity? They had public baths, and those hot springs were a thing. "I'm twenty. That's the legal adult age, right?"

Dabi stared at her and she stared back as he remained silent. She rose an eyebrow but had to break off to sneeze. He sighed at her and tossed a small fabric piece and a half-empty bottle at her.

"You have to wash your hands after you sneeze into them. Use the scrap, it'll make for a handkerchief." She grabbed them and did as she was told. "How the fuck have you not gotten sick before if you're twenty? I'm not much older than you and I've been sick multiple times. Fuyu-." He cut the name off, faintly pained, but continued. "Is the same age as you and she's been sick many times before too."

"Well, I haven't." She let the slip slide without fuss, they weren't that close that she could push. "I'm not telling you the reasons." Or trusting him with certain things like her past.

Dabi hummed at her, accepting. She couldn't tell if he was actually interested or not. He left the conversation's topic behind and moved on to a newish one.

"You've amassed a small fortune for those like us. How many bastards are there that let you get so much money?" He asked. "You could afford a proper bed, you know. How much did you spend on dinner yesterday? And how long have you been collecting this? I want to know how much I can spend on the good stuff."

Saori blinked at him while trying to recall. Apparently, inherited traits related to your parent's quirk like a great memory did not do well while sick. She sneezed into the handkerchief. "Urgh. That cash is only from when I've been staying in this city. There was a drug bust in a city not far from here, I left there when the police found my home that night. It's a minute or ten away at my top speed but I could only start truly collecting money about a-ah." She sneezed again. "Not long after that. After I registered over there." She flapped a hand in the direction of the homeless centre. The appendage did not appreciate it and made her draw it into her chest with a growling hiss.

Dabi was silent while he tried to figure it out, she flopped on her back so she could use her better hand to grab another piece of scrap fabric to wipe the tears out of her eyes. Were her eyes supposed to be burning? At least her body was nice and hot even as it shivered.

A hand covered by fabric rested on her forehead. "Fuck, it's a fever. Get up." She pouted at his demand. "I mean it, get up. If you can amass this much money in two months, I'm not going to let you die of a damned fever. Now up!" A foot wiggled under her and tried to lever her up. She hissed but sat up, catching, and putting on her robe when Dabi threw it at her.

"Get dressed properly. I don't trust you to not keep raising your temperature to leave you alone. You're coming with me while I get you medicine." She groaned but did as he said. To be fair, she would have tried to keep raising her temperature. The early dawn smell and chill let her know that winter had officially begun. She reached out toward Dabi.

"Pinch and a punch for the first day of the month, no returns." She told him. He choked in surprise.

"What the fuck? I thought you said you were twenty, not twelve." He retorted. She just grinned at him, ignoring the number that had once been a trigger years ago. They remained silent the rest of the way to a pharmacy.

They entered the mall and the almost complete lack of people slightly tripped her out as she blinked blearily everywhere. When Dabi caught sight of their destination, he grabbed her sleeve and started dragging her. It wasn't often someone would suggest she was moving too slow.

She tripped after him and closed her eyes and just let him direct her around the drugstore. The electronics store with TVs playing the news a few shops over sounded almost watery. No wonder the hero snuck up on her earlier if her hearing had dipped so much.

Her nose stuffed out and she jolted, lungs gasping, as one of her advanced senses finished fully disappearing on her. "Just blow your nose on the handkerchief," Dabi told her. "Never had a blocked nose before either? Do you have any allergies?"

She shrugged at him and scrabbled to find the handkerchief on her person. It wasn't there. "I didn't bring it." Saori winced at her own voice. "I sound terrible. Shit."

A person walked into their aisle and jolted in surprise. "Oh, it's you! The cello man." They clapped in excitement.

"Woman," Dabi called out over her shoulder, she turned around. "She may not look it, but she does have breasts under all those layers." She turned back and tried to flick him in the head. "Wow, you really missed me."

She tried to snort at him, but it wasn't very pleasant or effective. Her hearing got significantly worse as it felt clogged too. The shivers that hid under her robe were put on actual visible display as she tried to regain her breathing.

"Oh, you don't look good." Came the slightly watery voice from the bloody curiosity beside her. "Here, use these tissues."

She grasped at air and the tissue was put into her hand instead. The tears on her cheeks drenched the first tissue but the second was able to survive long enough to blow her nose and let her ears pop.

The bloody curiosity and Dabi returned to her vision, but they were still fuzzy. Sounds from out of the store returned to her ears. The panic in her chest diminished slightly at the return of her senses.

"Thanks." She croaked out. There was a flash of cold, raising goosebumps over her body. She groaned as shivers wracked her body. "I fucking hate every-shitty-thing right now."

Dabi snorted with his annoyingly clear nose. "You're just a big baby, Kaida." He tugged on her sleeve. "Come on, you'll feel better after we get some medicine in you."

"Ooh, you look like you know each other pretty well. Buying medicine for her? How close are you?" The curiosity of the bloody curiosity reminded Saori of another's prying tone. Thankfully, no one raised an eye at the full-body shudder she experienced.

"We're neighbours." That was all Dabi said about their relationship. He wasn't as challenging in his tone as he was with her. It didn't stop the curiosity's questions. Thankfully, although they were related to her, she wasn't really expected to answer. Her voice was really terrible.

"A new villain appeared on our streets last night." The morning news host read out loud. "Local hero, Mr Brave, met and faced this villain, managing to delay him long enough for the innocent civilian on the scene to escape. This civilian managed to get a photograph of the villain. As you can see in this image, the villain has a mutant quirk, giving him a similar appearance to a land-dwelling Hammerhead Shark."

Saori froze up, heart and lungs ceasing their functions temporarily too. Dabi looked at her from where he was buying her medicine. The bloody curiosity also looked at her, holding whatever it was that they were buying.

"This villain is reported to be very fast and powerful. If you see him, be sure to evacuate and call authorities. He is extremely dangerous."

Her breathing came back shallow, her heart went from frozen to Mach 1 in a split second. The need to run, run, run! tried to push her, but Dabi's grip on her robe kept her still. She loved this robe. She didn't want to lose it.

"Kaida," Dabi's voice broke through the fog that had encroached on her mind. Her hand was carefully taken and put against a chest. She could feel the scars and metal staples through the loose thin shirt. "I need you to follow my breathing, okay?"

She tried to choke out a yes but had to nod her head instead when nothing came out. He was here. He was here! He's not supposed to be here. Not Yet!

The back of her hand was tapped, and her focus shifted from her thoughts to it. The breathing chest under it reminded her of what she was supposed to pay attention to. Dabi was here, breathing with her. The bloody curiosity had disappeared somewhere. The news was no longer discussing the villain.

"Hey, that's getting better. Let's try grounding you now. What're five things you can see?" Dabi asked her.

Saori rose her head to face the origin of his voice, to look like she was looking at him. "Nothing. I've never seen anything." She choked out. "I'm blind, and I was thrown me out to die because I was born like that."

She fell into herself, curling into a ball and hiding her face. "I'm his daughter, and I was thrown in a cold room alone to die because I was born a flawed product. Now they're saying he's here!"

"Kaida-" Dabi tried to interject.

"I can't let my past catch me now, me now
I can't let my past drag me down, me down.
"

She sang to herself.

"I can't let my past catch me now, me now
I can't let my past drag me down, me down.
"

She repeated, and she broke down.


Kaida Saori, Calamity, is blind. Makes it kind of hard to fly when you travel at the speed of sound nor can you feel vibrations in the ground.

It's actually been pretty fun to write, though I'm not blind and don't know any blind people so accuracy is miff. But I also doubt blind people are Garchomps so it balances out in the end.