Hey everyone!

A new chapter is up, and with it, I'm sending you lots of hugs and kisses.
Ever since I stopped writing at 2 a.m., my grammar's improved, and the sentences actually make sense now, lol. Hope you enjoy this one! Just a little trigger warning—it does have some dirty talk in it.

Enjoy!

Ayas POV

Another miserable night settled over the city as I stalked the deserted streets of the Nezu district. Best Jeanist had banished me to this desolate corner of Tokyo, likely to keep the prying eyes of the camera crews at bay. The past few weeks had been a special kind of hell, and I had the media to thank for it.
Ever since that mess in Ginza three weeks ago, my hero name had been plastered across every tabloid and talk show, mostly smeared in muck. My once modest and relatively sane fan base had turned into a legion of freaks and perverts. Weird fan mail became my new normal, complete with questionable "gifts," letters written in what might have been blood, disturbing fan art, and a creep who had actually managed to track me down—of who I was almost certain was a member of the League of Villains. Attention like this was a curse, not a blessing.

Fortunately, my boss, Best Jeanist, had stepped in to calm the storm, or at least keep the vultures from circling. No one knew of my employment at his agency, and that was just fine with me. But Best Jeanist, ever the showman, couldn't resist leaking the information during a statement on some popular talk show. He'd taken it upon himself to defend my so-called "questionable actions," berating the media for dragging my name through the mud and daring to compare me to villains. Of course, he couldn't help but toot his own horn, claiming that only he could "tame" me. He went on to say that he'd taken me in precisely because of my "horrible nature" and bragged that it was his personal mission to turn "barbarians" like me into "fine princesses".

It was nauseating. This hero society, with its fake smiles and shallow praise, made me sick. Best Jeanist's little performance was nothing more than a self-serving spectacle, a way to boost his own image while pretending to care about me. But as much as it irritated me, I had to admit, I was taking advantage of the situation, too. Thanks to his public display of "support," the talk shows were finally starting to let go of me. With any luck, I'd soon be forgotten again, left to patrol the shadows in peace.

The manipulated broadcast from Ginza nearly cost me my voluntary internship at U.A., where I was working toward my trainer's license. I'd found myself on the defensive, explaining and justifying this mess of an incident to people who had every reason to turn their backs on me. It was a relief that All Might and the others chose to believe me and to see beyond the tainted footage.

But the real nightmare was yet to come. The League of Villains had tracked me down, crawling out of their holes like the vermin they were. Those bottom-feeding scum somehow saw a kindred spirit in me, like I was some lost piece of garbage meant to rot alongside them. The mere thought of being identified with them made my skin crawl.
They'd lured me into a seedy bar, thinking they had me in their pocket, but I'd flipped the script on them. Made them think I'd already seen through their pathetic little scheme. Yeah, that probably makes me a manipulative bitch, but their hideous faces were too amusing to pass up.

The two villains looked like they'd crawled out of a fever dream. One, Shigaraki, wore stress like it had been gnawing at him since birth. His skin, pale and cracked, clung to him like it was trying to escape his body.
The other, Dabi, was a walking corpse of charred flesh. His burns were so severe that it seemed he shouldn't even be alive. Throughout the evening, I learned that Dabi had a fire quirk. No surprise there - those burns weren't battle scars, they were self-inflicted, a side effect of his own power eating away at him. It was a cruel irony - he was as cursed by his quirk as I was by mine. We shared the same grim fate, knowing that our quirks would eventually drag us to our graves. In another life, maybe we'd have some sympathy for each other.

Dabi also reminded me of that creep who'd tracked me down a while back. For a split second, I swore I saw a similar scar on his arm. That fool wore a jacket, that was way too big for him and sunglasses, hiding his body and face, probably to cover up burns like the ones Dabi had. It was too much of a coincidence, too many clues lining up. For a moment, I considered if they were the same person.

I was in such a bad mood that night, itching for a fight, desperate to unload my frustration on these two scumbags. I provoked them, pushed every button I could, hoping they'd snap. But they didn't.
They just sat there, too stupid or too cocky to take me seriously. It was infuriating. I left the bar with my anger still simmering. I half expected them to follow me out, drag me into some alley to 'teach me respect'. But they just didn't. They let me go, and the rage that had consumed me that night eventually faded into nothingness...

The night was still, the kind of oppressive silence that felt like the world holding its breath. As I patrolled Nezu Park, I couldn't help but admire how the darkness turned everything into a mournful beauty. The flowers, usually so vibrant, seemed to droop under the weight of the moonlight, like they were grieving some unseen tragedy.

Then, as if summoned by the very shadows, an ominous growl shattered the silence.
I blinked, thinking it might be a trick of my weary mind, a product of sleepless nights and haunted thoughts. I tried to ignore it, but the growl returned, louder and more insistent.

What the hell was that? - Was it a stray dog, lost and wandering, or maybe someone with a heteromorphic quirk who'd had a little too much to drink?
Fear gnawed at me, but I shoved it where it belonged. Crimson Blade couldn't show fear. The persona I'd created - cold, ruthless, always in control - had no room for something as pathetic as terror. No matter what I felt inside, the facade had to hold. If it cracked, so would I.

I steeled myself and moved quietly towards the source of the noise. As I got closer, I slipped behind a cluster of flower bushes and peered through the leaves. What I saw made my blood run cold.

There, in the shadows, stood a Nomu.

One of those abominations that had attacked U.A. and Hosu, a mindless creature designed for destruction. This one was a nightmare made flesh - tentacled arms writhing hideously, one bird-like leg, and a face so mutilated it barely resembled anything human. It's skull was split open in that nasty way typical of nomus, its exposed brain pulsing nauseatingly in the night air. And those four eyes, staring into the void...

"Shit..." I muttered under my breath. Of all places, of all times - why here, why now?

My hand instinctively reached for the communicator in my ear, ready to alert my team. But when my fingers brushed against my head, I felt nothing but bare skin. The earpiece was gone.

I cursed under my breath. Perfect. Just perfect. Now I had no choice but to take this freak down myself.

I studied the nomu from my hidden position, noting its smaller, leaner frame compared to the hulking beasts we'd faced before. It looked like a sickly cousin to the usual monstrosities - manageable, maybe even a little pathetic. If I played my cards right, this thing wouldn't cause much trouble.

I drew my sword hilt, the cold metal a comforting weight in my hand. With quiet determination, I concentrated and materialized my blood into a blade.
The night air was heavy with tension as I launched two blood attacks at the nomu. The blade cut through its back, causing it to scream in pain. My blood mixed with its, a macabre merging that allowed me to use the creature's own life force against it.

The nomu whipped around, its tentacles stretching out like nightmare whips, reaching out with predatory intent. The sudden extension of its limbs nearly caught me. I severed the limbs with a swift slash, and the creature howled in pain again.

To my dismay, white wings sprouted grotesquely from its back, and it took to the air, tentacles regenerating with a sickening squelch. My irritation was boiling over—losing my earpiece at a time like this was nothing short of a cosmic joke.

Why was this nomu even here? They usually attacked crowded places, not quiet parks. Was this some kind of personal vendetta? Considering how I'd managed to piss off the League of Villains recently, it wouldn't be surprising if they'd decided to make me their new punching bag.

The nomu attacked from above, its tentacles slashing down with deadly force. I managed to slice through one arm, but the other found its target, hitting me hard in the face. I felt a sharp jolt as the strike cut into my skull mask. It held firm for now, but it was clear that another hit like that would shatter it to pieces.

I unleashed a barrage of blood attacks, each slice of crimson slicing through the nomu's ugly form. A few strikes hit their mark, severing one of its wings and sending the beast crashing back to the ground. The night was now a chaotic dance of blood and fury as I wore down the creature, slowly draining its essence. The nomu's relentless limb regeneration had turned the battle into a grim test of endurance, but soon the beast's blood reserves dropped to almost nothing.

Eventually, the creature collapsed, overwhelmed by the loss of its vital fluids. It lay there, a gross mess of twitching limbs and disfigured features. But I was in no shape to celebrate. The nomu had left its mark, tossing me around like a rag doll and sending me crashing into one of the park's red pillars. The impact shattered the pole, and my own body felt just as fractured. I could barely stand, my legs shaking beneath me, my eyes blurred and my own blood supply dangerously low.

I rose unsteadily, my bloody blade dragging through the dirt as I approached the fallen monstrosity. Up close, the thing was even more horrifying... What kind of abomination was this?

Before I could even enjoy the bitter taste of triumph in defeating the nomu solo, a sinister laugh cut through the night.
"Quite the show, Crimson Blade."

I stiffened, my bloodied blade hanging limply at my side. With a reluctance that bordered on the tragic, I turned around, facing the new arrival.
There he was, perched nonchalantly on the Nezu shrine like a deranged gargoyle—Dabi. The flames that danced around him were an insult to the night's calm.

"Great," I muttered, massaging my aching temples. Why did it have to be him?

"Whats wrong? Aren't you excited to see me again?" His voice dripped with the same smug, leering tone from our last encounter.

"Cut the crap and come down," I snapped, pointing my blade in his direction. My patience was running out, and his smirk wasn't helping.
Dabi's grin widened. "

Oh, so you're into quickies, huh?" His tone was a mix of mockery and amusement as his blue eyes locked on mine.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I shot back, my irritation bubbling over.
With a lazy flip, Dabi jumped from his perch, his blue flames swirling in a dangerous halo.

"Well, I'm more of a pleasure-hungry guy," he said, his grin widening further. "I like to take things slow, 'feel me?" His eyes twinkled with sinister glee as the flames flared around him. It was clear he was using his quirk as both a weapon and a shield, aware of my quirk's limitations.

I was itching to cut him off, to silence his taunts with my blade. But as I pondered his provocations, an idea began to form - one that might just turn the tables.

"Nah, you're onto something, I get it," I snarled, unleashing a volley of blood attacks. Dabi countered with his fire quirk, and the two forces collided in a dramatic burst of steam and smoke. The flare of his flames fought desperately against my crimson assault.
The result was a stalemate of sizzling chaos; his flames extinguished, but my blood still sizzled in the air like a curse. This was a race against time. But if speed determined the winner, then the game was already decided - Dabi's agility was his ace, and I was running on fumes. My blood reserves were dwindling and my body was already protesting the strain.

I had to finish this before I collapsed from blood loss.

So began our grim game of cat and mouse. I dodged and weaved with the desperation of someone who had more to lose than her life. Dabi was a slippery bastard - fast, relentless, and incredibly skilled. I barely dodged one of his attacks, feeling the heat singe the last few inches of my hair and burn the tie that kept my braid in place.

I straightened my stance, my legs trembling beneath me, my body screaming for rest. My hair fell loose and wild, cascading over my shoulders and obscuring my vision.

"C'mon, doll, you're bouncing around like a bunny on crack, and you ain't even makin' a peep." Dabi's laugh echoed through the smoky haze as he kept tossing flames my way. I countered with weak blood attacks, barely managing to extinguish the fiery onslaught.

"This isn't the usual you... Did my fire turn you into a quivering mess, or is it the thought of me overpowering you that makes your thighs tremble?" His grin was a taunt, his flames dancing in his palm like a wickedly playful cat toying with its prey. His words were getting under my skin, but if he wanted a game, I'd play along. And oh, how perfectly this fit into my little scheme.

The park was now a blazing inferno, flames licking the trees and casting eerie shadows. The smoke and fire would inevitably draw the attention of pro heroes. With a smirk, I decided it was time to put my plan into action.

"To be honest," I purred with a seductive edge, casually tracing a finger along my lip while spilling blood onto the ground with subtle precision, "Yeah. You got me spellbound"

"Is that so?" Dabi's voice dripped with curiosity, his blue flame swirling playfully in his palm before he hurled it at me. I ducked just in time, the fire behind me growing larger and more aggressive.

"Mhm... I didn't realize you were packing so much heat," I teased, letting my blood slither across the ground towards him, forming an intricate pattern of crimson beneath his fiery circle. "You've really made me work up a sweat," I added, slowly adjusting my collar as if the heat was making me uncomfortable. My blood crept around his burning ring like a creeping vine.

"Damn, didn't expect you to like it rough," Dabi muttered, his voice tinged with a mix of embarrassment and arousal, his dirty undertone unmistakable. He conjured another blue flame, the intensity growing in his eyes. I let my blood rise slowly above his head. Time was slipping away and I needed every second.

"Everyone's got their kinks - let's drag this out until one of us... bleeds out," I said, my gaze locked onto his. Dabi's eyes widened with a mix of euphoria and madness—what a delightful lunatic. The pool of blood above him continued to grow unnoticed.

"Careful, princess," he said with a dirty chuckle, his voice low and inviting. "I might fall in love with you," he added, slowly conjuring another blue flame in his hand. As the puddle of blood spread, casting an ominous shadow over him, Dabi finally looked up. His jaw dropped as he realized what was happening.

I prepared myself, drawing in the crimson essence that swirled around me like a vengeful storm. "Sorry, love," I hissed, my voice dripping with venomous delight, "I'm just here for pleasure."

His eyes narrowed - briefly, but enough for me to catch that flash of annoyance - before he raised his hands, flames flickering to life, ready to counter.
I unleashed the blood hovering above him, a deadly rain descending from the sky. His fire barely caught it in time, burning through the drops with raw heat. While he was busy fending off the onslaught above, I seized the opening and threw a weaker, almost desperate slash of blood from my sword at him. It wasn't much - just a shallow cut on his arm. But that was all I needed. The moment our blood mixed, my quirk activated. The connection was made.
Dabi, still focused on the greater threat above, had no idea I'd gained control. I felt it, that surge of power - his blood now part of my weapon. I had to move quickly. The flames shooting up above were already threatening to overpower my attack.

Heart pounding, I charged at him, ready to take him down while his arms were busy fending off my dying barrage. But just as I was about to close the distance, the heat surged. His flames roared to life, hotter, more intense than before. My blood attack evaporated in an instant, leaving me to stagger under the suffocating heat. It was like standing inside an inferno, the air itself too thick and blistering to breathe.

Dabi dodged my attack. With his now free hands, he grabbed my arm quickly, yanked me off balance, and threw me to the ground. I slammed face first into the scorched ground, the heat so intense it felt like the concrete was burning into my skin. I could feel the flesh of my palms burning even through the leather gloves as I tried to push myself up. My mask had shattered on impact, leaving me exposed. The thought of him seeing my face caused a cold shiver through me, a gnawing sense of vulnerability settling in my gut.

I gazed up through a veil of messy black hair, my face slightly obscured. Dabi loomed over me, his stance commanding and predatory, like a lion sizing up its prey. There was something unsettling about his gaze, a mixture of fascination and menace that I couldn't quite understand.
His body smoked and his breaths came in slow, heavy gusts, each one a reminder of the toll the fight had taken on him. "

You're colder than I imagined," he rasped, his voice rough with something bordering on admiration, or maybe something darker.

"Fuck... the more I see of you, the more you're messing with my head."

"Shut it, scum," in a sudden move I kicked him with a force that caught him off guard. He stumbled and fell to the ground. I leapt onto him, pinning him down with my full weight, my bottom pressed tightly against his abdomen. My hands grasped his, our fingers intertwining as I pressed them against the scorched ground.

Dabi's blue eyes locked onto mine as he lay trapped beneath me. His gaze was intense, almost hypnotic, his pupils dilated in the dim light of his blue flames. His expression was difficult to interpret. There was a strange sparkle in his gaze, as if he was both fascinated and confused by the struggle between us.

The weight of his dilemma seemed to finally hit him as he glanced from side to side, his eyes settling on our locked hands. A glimmer of understanding flickered in his gaze. Dabi's initial resistance faded as he tried to rekindle the flames in his palm, but I countered with a push of his own blood from my hand onto his. As he felt the subtle drain, his chest twitched involuntarily. My grip only tightened, pressing the advantage.

I leaned closer, my breath a ghostly whisper against his scorched skin. "Keep fighting me, and I'll make sure you're drained dry, you damn punk."

His fingers, now gripping the back of my hand with surprising strength, his lips curled into a smirk that played across his charred face.

"Why don't you come a little closer," he murmured, the tone slipping back into dangerous playfulness.

"You wish," I retorted, raising my head to avoid any further mischief from him.

"You're staying put until the cops show up," I declared, scanning the increasingly narrow confines of the blue flames that surrounded us. The fire was closing in, trapping us in an menacing cage, and I could only hope for a quick rescue.
Dabi's eyes remained locked on me, as if memorizing every detail of my exposed face.

"I could get used to this position," he chuckled darkly, making an unpleasant move with his hips that threw me slightly up before I dropped back onto his abdomen. The sheer audacity of the move was infuriating.

That slimy bastard...

"Nasty," I snapped, lifting myself slightly to avoid his unwanted advances. My hips hovered above his, a barrier against any more of his sick games.

"Don't be like that," he said with a feigned sigh of disappointment, clearly enjoying every second of our weird entanglement.

Suddenly, a black portal materialized above us, its presence so abrupt and unnatural it felt like the air itself had been ripped open. Both of us looked up, but while Dabi seemed more excited than alarmed, I remained frozen.

What the hell was that now?

A hand - pale, bony, and radiating something dark - emerged from the void and slowly descended toward me. My grip on Dabi loosened involuntarily, as if the overwhelming aura around that hand drained the fight from me.

"Move!" Dabi's voice, sharp and urgent, cut through the tension. It was... strange, hearing actual concern in his tone. Before I could react, he slammed his knee and lower leg into me, forcing me to fall with a hard kick. I rolled backwards, crashing onto my back as I stared up at the menacing portal. Dabi was already sitting up, his arms outstretched.

"Pull me up, Shigaraki!" he called.

The hand paused, as if hesitating, its dark aura flickering with uncertainty. Another arm shot out, grabbing Dabi's wrists and pulling him into the void of the portal.

"'Til next time, Crimson Blade," Dabi's voice echoed, tinged with a twisted amusement as he was swallowed by the darkness. The portal snapped shut, vanishing without a trace, leaving behind nothing but a cold emptiness in its wake.

Dumbfounded, I stared up at the now-empty sky, the eerie spectacle fading from view.

"Hey, I think there's someone there!" a voice called from somewhere nearby. I snapped back to reality, remembering the blue flames still dancing around me. I scrambled to my feet, waving desperately for help. But as the scene replayed in my mind, the unsettling chill of that night lingered.

It was a memory that would haunt me like a ghost for some time to come.

To be continued!