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This was for @foundouthatdabiistouyatodoroki the two characters are Fubuki and Kosaka both they’re OC’s for they’re story ‘Violet Blue’ (hope I’m not rong)

Anyway here Ya Go!!! @foundouthatdabiistouyatodoroki Hope it’s what you wanted I got a little confused at one point as to what you wanted sooo~ I’m not sure I hope it’s alright

loved drawing them! They have such fun designs!!! I especially like Fubuki! She’s so pretty! Oh and I like Kosaka’s outfit lil confusing at first but once I realized what was going on it was really cute!

sorry I didn’t shade anything! I just didn’t want to potentially ruin it! :<

over all I nice drawing to make!!! :> (weirdly enough her hair with the hat reminds me of an Octopus it’s cute)

this was inspired by a certain roblox game 🌚🌚🌚🌚 p.s theres a lot of action in this chapter teehee

burning storms — chapter 1: the blacksite

╰┈➤ fandom — BNHA

╰┈➤ pairing — dabi x narukami [oc]

╰┈➤ chapter synopsis — what starts as just another day in confinement for kuwahara reina quickly spirals into uninhibited chaos as alarms start sounding and people start screaming.

╰┈➤ trigger warnings — graphic descriptions of violence, blood, mentions of suicide, people getting cooked alive thanks to dabi's quirk and mentions of blood.

╰┈➤ word count — 5857

BANG.

Reina scowled at the section of concrete wall that had barely even dented under the blow she had dealt it. All she had to show for her rash decision to slam her fists against the wall was a dull, throbbing pain that refused to abate.

Biting back the string of curses that threatened to roll off her tongue, she leaned back against the wall she had just attempted to punch in, crossing her legs as she attempted to focus on anything other than the horrific nightmare she had just woken up from.

What time was it? It was probably early in the morning, since a guard would probably have woken her up for her daily breakfast of miso soup and vegetables. The one good thing about being trapped in this hellhole: good food. Or, at the very least, better than what she ate back when she was a part of the League of Villains.

She pressed her fingers against her temples, fractured remnants of the nightmare coming back to her. The nightmares were always there, but after the torture they put her through every night in an attempt to extract information from her, they had gotten doubly worse to the point where she barely slept anymore and did all she could to stay awake. It certainly didn't help that there was no caffeinated drinks in this godforsaken blacksite. One could only go so long without sleep.

If their plan was to torture Reina with nightmares until she caved from fear and gave them whatever information she wanted, they would be waiting a lifetime for that to happen. Only the information she held was keeping her alive, and she wasn't about to give it up so easily. That, and her hatred for hero society far outweighed her care for hero own safety.

Reina glanced around her sparsely furnished cell with a scowl. It was the same sight she was greeted with every day: a metal toilet in the corner, a metal wall-mounted wash basin and the cot she was sitting on made up the furniture. That, and a row of metal bars right above the toilet that served as the window where she would do pull-ups every day in order to keep herself in shape since her fitness was hardly a concern for the higher-ups in this place. In fact, it was to their benefit if she was half-dead and out of shape.

Welcome to the rest of your life, Kuwahara Reina. In this hellhole of a cell, until they get tired of you and send someone to strangle you to death and pretend you hanged yourself in custody.

Footsteps approaching her cell instantly made her muscles snap taut, her eyes darting to the heavy metal door. It was early. Too early in the morning for her daily interrogation. Was today the day, then? The day when their patience would inevitably run out and her life would be cut short, like scissors slicing through a strand of thread?

Well. She wasn't going to go quietly. Even without access to her Quirk, she could fight old-school. Even an army of guards couldn't get her to surrender quietly.

"Here to bring the prisoner's food."

Ah. Not today then. Although it could still be a cover. Reina's muscles relaxed ever so slightly, although her senses were still on high alert.

"One of the lucky ones, eh?" A second, gruffer voice asked. "Got your security clearance?"

"Yeah, yeah, got it right here." The first man spoke again. "Poor guy. He's not dead, is he?"

Reina frowned. Dead? What guy? The conversation now had her full attention.

"He's in hospital, still dosed out on whatever it is the intruder gave him. Don't think we need to worry, though. Taguchi's strong, he'll get through this alive."

Taguchi... Isn't he the subordinate of the President who's been interrogating me? And what do they mean, intruder? If there had really been a break-in, none of the alarms had sounded at all or she would have woken up immediately. Whoever it was had been smart enough to evade detection, and most likely had escaped capture too. But what reason would anyone have to break into this facility?

Maybe, just maybe, someone's found out that I'm not dead. The second the thought entered her head, she quashed it immediately. She wasn't about to let herself hope for something that would never happen. She'd just end up letting herself down. Well. At least I know why Taguchi hasn't been by in at least three days. And I got some peace and quiet, too.

"Amen to that," was all the guy said before there was a soft beeping sound and a click as the metal door opened and shut behind the guard, dressed in the usual bulletproof vest, black jacket and black form-fitting pants with a faint camouflage print that she was so used to seeing on a daily basis entered and set down a tray with her breakfast on it in front of where she was seated and unlocking her handcuffs.

She merely nodded at him in thanks. For a moment, she briefly entertained the idea of electrocuting the man where he stood with her lightning, the familiar sting of electricity at her fingertips as she pictured his body falling to the floor, mouth open in a silent scream as he went into cardiac arrest from a well-aimed bolt of lightning to the heart—

—until she remembered the last time she had attempted such a feat. It hadn't gone well, and all she had to show for her efforts were the Quirk-suppression cuffs that were her constant companions the last month or two that were always on her wrists when she wasn't eating.

The guard retreated to the door, hand poised on the gun at his hip as a way to send her a warning. Reina contemplated asking him about the incident with Taguchi, but eventually decided against it since she was sure none of the guards wanted to entertain any sort of chitchat with her. In fact, she was sure that they all wanted her dead for the crimes she'd committed.

If only they knew the full story... what would their reactions be?

It wasn't as if any of them would be willing to listen to her, though. They’d chalk it up to her being insane. They’d find it easier to believe and she knew they could believe it of her. Reina eyed the plastic utensils positioned by the bowl of miso soup on the tray—which used to be normal metal until she had threatened a guard the first week into her imprisonment that she would put her fork through his eye if he didn't stop glaring at her. Of course, it didn't escape her notice that the next day, the utensils she'd been provided were now plastic.

Picking up the bowl of soup, she took a sip of the salty and savory broth. Miso soup had been one of her favorite dishes ever since she was young, and even in a hellhole like this, the taste of it never failed to make her smile in remembrance of a simpler time where her laugh was readily and genuinely given instead of a defense mechanism, and her only concerns were of childish things and toys and not for her life or how to kill a man in under three seconds.

Reina’s smile faded as quickly as it had come. Alas, this was her life now. Short, tragic and doomed to be cut short in a prison cell of all places. They should carve that into my gravestone. Oh wait. I won’t even get a gravestone since criminals are obviously unworthy of having one.

Out of the blue, a loud and blaring alarm screamed in her ears, so shocking and sudden that she dropped her bowl of soup onto her cot, soaking into the thin material of the sheets. The bowl clattered to the ground unnoticed as Reina rose to her feet, cocking her head to the side as she watched the guard draw his gun, repositioning himself to the other side of the metal door.

“Move and you get shot,” the guard shouted over the din.

Reina shrugged, not deigning to respond to the pathetic attempt at a threat as she sat back down on the cot. Outwardly, she was the picture of serenity. Inwardly, her mind was racing furiously as she glanced down at her hands. Her wrists, which were free and unbound by Quirk-suppression cuffs which the guard must have forgotten about due to the sudden hubbub. She could easily incapacitate him, knock on the door, pretend to be him and get the guards outside to open the big metal door before killing them both. Even if the intruder wasn't here for her, she could easily escape in the chaos.

But was it worth the risk to electrocute the guard in the first place? She wasn’t even sure why the alarms were going off in the first place. She didn’t even know if there was an intruder at all. If she attacked or killed him, the government could decide that she wasn’t worth keeping around even for the information she had and could potentially have her killed sooner. That, and he had a gun and was probably a well-trained operative. He could probably get off a shot before she could so much as twitch her fingers.

Reina stifled the urge to groan. So many questions she had no answers to. The only thing she could deduce, based on the thuds of bodies striking the ground and the screams that were drawing closer and closer with each passing second…

Whoever it was, here for her or not, was definitely not fond of keeping things quiet.

—

He had narrowly escaped been shot at least twice and he was starting to burn himself from overuse of his Quirk, but Dabi was still in relatively good shape.

Sighing in exasperation as yet another wave of guards approached him and begun to fire, Dabi ducked behind the corner he had just rounded as they begun their advance.

With a wave of his hands, he lazily unleashed a wave of cerulean flames that incinerated the whole unit of operatives. When the flames cleared and the screams of pain ceased, only the smoldering ashes and the half-burnt corpses on the ground remained of the whole group. Some were barely alive, murmuring unintelligible phrases and groaning in pain. Normally, Dabi would stop to put them out of their misery with another blast of flames, but today, he couldn't be bothered to. After all, he had a damsel in distress to rescue.

According to the floor plans Shigaraki had somehow acquired and had forced him to memorise, prisoner number 656700 was most likely being held on the 5th floor, behind a heavy metal door protected by both a keycard and a passcode.

As to how to obtain both the keycard and the passcode, that was still in question.

Ascending the flight of stairs that would take him to the fifth floor, he came face-to-face with the heavy metal door described in the floor plans. Behind that door was the girl he needed to secure. Just a small snag in the plan: the two guards standing in front of the door, shouting that they had seen the intruder as they started firing on him.

Dabi jerked back, cursing as the bullets struck the section of wall where his head had just been a second ago.

"Found the door," he half-yelled into the microphone wired to his right wrist above the blaring alarms screaming into his ears. "You sure what's-her-name is behind it? If I find out that I risked my life just for a fucking storage room, handjob, no doctor is gonna be able to put your scrawny ass back together."

"She's a high-profile prisoner who's attempted to escape, Dabi," Shigaraki retorted, his scratchy voice projecting into Dabi's earpiece. "You really think they'd stuff her into a storage cabinet of all places?"

Narukami had tried to escape before? That was certainly news to him. Maybe he should have taken a peek at some of those files Toga had managed to steal.

Shigaraki was still talking. "We found the code to the door among the prisoner files Toga stole from the facility—it's 0109. You just need the keycard which should be on one of the guards assigned outside her door."

“Yeah, I’ve met them. Real nice people,” Dabi sarcastically replied as he peeked around the corner, only to have to quickly duck back down as he caught sight of the two guards advancing on him, the shots they had squeezed off punching into the wall behind him.

With a sigh, his palms lit up with cerulean flames once more. The second he heard the telltale clicks of a magazine being reloaded, he projected the flames forward, catching the operatives off-guard. Their guns clattered to the floor unnoticed as their arms came up instinctively to protect themselves, but they were no match for the blazing heat of the flames that instantly vaporized them.

The screams of pain died down within seconds, the charred corpses collapsing on the ground with a thud. Dabi had been careful to not let the flames touch their clothes, knowing that he would most likely have to search them for the keycard.

Bending down, he stuck his hand into the pocket of the first man he saw and pulled out a card, noting with satisfaction that it was a bright red keycard with a magnetic strip along one side.

"Found the keycard." Dabi muttered into the microphone strapped to his wrist, approaching the metal door before him. He could already hear reinforcements arriving, shouting commands at one another. He had to quickly extract Narukami before they got to the fifth floor.

Inserting the keycard into the reader, he put in the code Shigaraki had instructed him to enter, glancing behind every so often in order to ensure he wouldn't catch a bullet in the back of the head. Based on what he could hear, it seemed like the reinforcements were clearing every inch of every floor, which would buy him some time to retrieve the girl.

Finally, there was a small beeping sound and the locks on the door unlatched, the heavy metal door swinging inwards, revealing a sparsely furnished cell room with a cot, a metal toilet and wash stand—

—and the body of a guard, lying on the ground in front of the door.

"Dabi, status," Shigaraki's impatient voice barked into the earpiece.

"Status is I got the fucking door open and the girl's nowhere to be found." Dabi bit out, the hand that didn't have the microphone strapped to it lighting up with blue flames as he advanced a few steps into the room until the body was right by his feet.

His eyes took in the shiny metal that lay on the ground beside the corpse. Quirk suppression cuffs. Specially designed for use by the police force. He bent to pick them up. According to the prisoner report he had read through quickly before being dispatched on the mission, Narukami was being held in Quirk suppression cuffs following an attempt at escape she had made in the past that had very nearly succeeded.

So she had managed to get the cuffs off. But how had she escaped? The door hadn't been opened, or the guards he had just incinerated outside would have noticed. Neither did it seem was there a way to get the door open from the inside.

Unless...

Unless she hadn't left the room at all.

As if on cue, there was a heavy blow to his shoulder that sent him sprawling to the floor with a grunt. Dabi recovered quickly and rolled onto his back, his hand raised in warning, alight with azure blue flames. But the girl from the photo was already standing over him, planting a foot onto his left shoulder and forcing it to the ground. She was clutching a thin sword that seemed to be made of pure lavender light resting right over his pounding heart, flickering every so often with small crackles of light that sending tingles throughout his body.

No, not light. Electricity.

"And who are you supposed to be?" Her voice was low with an edge of boredom to it. However, her eyes, the colour of orchids, were narrowed and distrustful as she tapped the sword against his chest, right over where his heart was beating. Her gaze raked over him, no doubt taking in the patches of purple gnarled skins stapled to his skin in a way that burned almost more than his fire did. However, she didn't look judgmental at all. If anything, she looked intrigued, as though she were pondering their origins.

Dabi glared up at her through heavily lidded eyes. “Your fucking ticket out of here, sweetheart.” He spat. “Although I don’t think Shigaraki is going to enjoy having a member of the League sent back dead.”

The girl, Narukami, fully returned the glare with one of her own. “Shigaraki? Please. I don’t recall the last time he ever willingly worked with someone else. Are you certain we’re talking about the same person?” Her voice remained the same as ever, although she lifted the blade of lightning away from his chest the slightest bit.

“Look,” Dabi bit out, his patience at an end, “reinforcements are coming soon and when they come, they’re gonna lock you back up, maybe even shoot you dead on the spot. So if you wanna get out of this fucking blacksite alive, I’m your best bet. So either take your chances with me or I lock your ass back up and leave.”

Narukami fell silent. No matter which way she twisted it, her best chances of escaping the blacksite alive lay with Dabi. Even if she couldn't fully trust him yet. But he had no intention of winning her trust; he just had to get her out alive and prove that he was a worthy member of the League of Villains. In fact, were it up to him they wouldn't even be carrying out this rescue in the first place.

After a long moment of silence which served to amplify the shouts from the arriving reinforcements that were drawing nearer and nearer, she sighed. The sword dissipated into shining particles of amethyst light as she backed away from the open doorway to the right side of the cell, her foot no longer pinning his shoulder to the ground. "Like I have a choice." This time, her low voice had an undercurrent of bitterness to it. As if she was all too familiar with and tired of having her hand forced one too many times.

Yeah, well, join the club, sweetheart. Dabi rose to his feet, brushing off dust from his pants as he retreated to the wall opposite from her. "Kurogiri won't be able to warp us out directly from here. We have to get outside the facility first."

Narukami pursed her lips. "We're going to have to get past the reinforcements, then. I think they're on the floor right beneath us. It seems we're going to have to fight our way through."

"I can work with that." Dabi shrugged as he peeked around the corner once more to ensure that there were no operatives on their floor before running for the stairs, not checking to see if the girl was following. "Keep up. I'm not going to stop for you if you die."

To his mild surprise, Narukami was right at his side, keeping excellent pace with him. "Right back at you. Really, you underestimate me if you think I couldn't keep up," she tutted. About to descend the flight of stairs that would take them to the fourth floor, they came face to face with none other than the reinforcements called in and immediately were forced to fall back amid a hail of bullets that, by some miracle, completely missed them.

“You’re the one who was stupid enough to get caught by the heroes in the first place. Sorry if my assessment of your skills happens to be pretty low.”

Despite the chaos all around them, Narukami had definitely heard him if the way her shoulders stiffened was any indication. Her lips pressed into a thin, peevish line as if she wasn’t sure if the insult was serious or not. Well, Dabi wasn’t about to take it back. His job was to get the girl out of this prison alive, not to get her good favor.

Eventually, her lips curved into a semblance of a smile, the sword of pure electricity reformed and clutched in her right hand. Violet eyes met cerulean blue for a brief moment. "Blink and you miss."

In the second that it had taken Dabi to blink, the girl had vanished. Well, vanished wasn't really the appropriate word—she had just sprinted at full speed towards the stairs, leaving crackling lightning in her wake.

Another second passed. Then the shouting begun anew, punctuated by the sound of gunfire.

"Dabi! What's the fucking status!" Shigaraki exploded. "Do you or do you not have the girl? What’s with all the radio silence?”

The man in question sighed pointedly, raising the microphone to his mouth. "Shut up and let me do my job!" Reigniting his flames, he rounded the corner, his hand raised in warning as he prepared to incinerate the entire unit of operatives before they could even so much as breathe.

Only problem with that strategy was, the second he turned the corner he was greeted by the sight of 5 dead operatives lying on the hard concrete ground. And in the middle of the chaos was Narukami herself.

She was locked in combat with 2 other operatives, but despite being outnumbered she didn’t seem to be at any sort of disadvantage at all. The second one of the operatives turned his gun on her, she was already silently slipping behind him with a nimble, elegant grace within the space of a single second before slashing out with her lightning sword. The operative dropped like a marionette with its strings cut.

The second operative begun staggering backwards towards the stairs that led to the floor below, probably intending to wait for backup or to run as far away from the girl as possible. Narukami sighed darkly, looking more annoyed than anything before she sprinted off, violet lightning trailing behind her.

Dabi frowned, descending the stairs and taking care to step around the bodies littering the stairs, the familiar smell of burnt flesh filling his nostrils. Reaching the final step, he turned to his right only to notice Narukami standing in front of him, her lilac hair tousled, sweat beading at her hairline and her breaths coming in quick, rapid pants but her expression was blank.

"You blinked."

Was all she said before dropping the smoking corpse of the operative she had been holding aloft by the scruff of his neck onto the ground, the blade she had been clutching dissipating into particles of violet light. The corpse was smoking slightly and reeked of burnt flesh, a smell Dabi was extremely familiar with.

She held his gaze with her own for a moment, her eyes steely and hard before she turned on her heel and headed for the stairs.

Here I thought she was just a second-rate thug, Dabi thought to himself, staring at the girl with the long, lavender hair who moved with the grace that only a killer could possess in a new light. He had expected to meet an innocent girl destined for normalcy who had ventured too deep into the web of the criminal underworld, so stricken with fear she could hardly stand.

Well, whatever he had expecting certainly wasn't the young woman before him whose kills were ruthlessly efficient and clean and had taken down an entire unit of trained operatives who were armed with guns and trained to kill with nothing but lightning she had generated.

"Hey. Last I checked, we were running on a tight schedule," Narukami snapped from the floor below him. With a jolt, Dabi realised that he hadn't moved an inch from where he had been standing earlier, making him a sitting duck for anyone happening to pass by. Cursing himself for his idiocy, he hastened after the girl's quickly retreating form, muttering a quick "Package secure" into his microphone to pacify Shigaraki and to prevent him from getting worked up over nothing.

"So, I don't think I ever got your name," Narukami began shortly after he caught up to her as they continued sprinting down the stairs.

Dabi scoffed. "Why the hell does my name matter to you? I'm just the guy assigned to break your ass out of here. With any luck, we're not gonna see each other after today." Inwardly, he knew that probably wasn't true. After all, Shigaraki had asked him to break the girl out for a reason and, after witnessing what Narukami was capable of, it probably wasn't because she was his secret girlfriend.

Despite not looking at her, he could tell that she was rolling her eyes. "Excuse me for wanting to address you by a name other than 'burnt trash'," she retorted. Her tone was completely blunt, a stark contrast to her biting remark, as if she were making an innocent remark about the weather.

For the first time in months, hell, years even, Dabi was struck completely speechless. It wasn't a foreign feeling by any means, but the Cremation user had thought those days completely behind him. It didn't mean that he liked it at all.

"...it's Dabi." The man finally forced out through gritted teeth and unwilling lips after a moment of silence that seemed to stretch on for eternity.

The girl nodded briefly. To her credit, she didn't outwardly gloat. "I go by Narukami. Although I suspect you already knew that." She remarked. "Now, how are we going to get outside the facility? Or was the whole plan just to fight our way in and out?" The question didn't seem to be asked in spite or jest, rather, it seemed to stem from a genuine desire to know. Narukami didn't seem interested in small talk or banter anymore, now completely focused on the task at hand.

"Just follow me," he demanded tersely as they reached the bottom of the stairwell and turned to the left. He grudgingly had to admit that memorising the layout of the facility had been a good idea. "I blew open the blast door when I arrived. All we have to do is fight our way through."

His cerulean eyes darted to the girl briefly, trying to gauge her reaction. It wasn't exactly the best plan by any means; he had told Shigaraki just as much. Narukami's lips were pursed into a tight line as she considered his words carefully. There were definitely a lot of holes in the plan, and a lot of it hinged on the assumption that they were capable of fighting their way through operatives who had no doubt been through grueling training and would shoot first, ask questions never.

However, if Narukami had any concerns about the plan, she didn't voice them. As they rounded yet another corner, they were quickly forced to fall back again as they came face to face with a group of more operatives. Dabi ignited his flames once again, ready to incinerate the entire group once they had to reload.

Narukami's lips curved into a smile, lilac eyes glittering with excitement at the prospect of freedom as her palms lit up with violet electricity.

"Ready when you are."

—

Dabi leapt out of the corner he had ducked into, sending a wave of blue fire towards the guards. Reina was positive that, based on the heat she could feel from her position beside him, that the heat from the flames was enough to melt every bullet the operatives were firing into liquid.

Of course, in the face of such firepower, the operatives were most likely unaware that their bullets were melting into liquid metal and were just going to keep firing in hopes of striking their target until they ran out of ammo. Their focus would be entirely on the heat as they retreated.

All this suited Reina fine. If anything, it meant that it would make her job that much easier.

Channeling electricity into her legs, she leapt into the air behind Dabi and discharged a powerful blast of lightning towards the ground. When the smoke and fire cleared, of the group of around 20 operatives that had rushed to stop the duo, none were left standing.

"Are they dead?"

"Paralysed, unconscious, dead. I doubt any of them are in any condition to hinder us." Reina replied, falling into step behind Dabi as the two continued down the path towards the entrance of the blacksite. She hadn't seen much of the facility in the two months she had been imprisoned in it, and so she would have to rely on Dabi for navigation.

She still didn't fully trust him yet. After all, since when had Shigaraki ever willingly worked alongside anyone? He had only grudgingly accepted her as a member of the League after All for One had forced him into doing so, and he wouldn't do anything to arouse his master's displeasure. Even then, he had refused to work alongside her as much as possible. In fact, one of her theories as to how the authorities had found her in the first place was that Shigaraki had anonymously tipped them off in the first place. It had certainly been high up on the theories list.

And yet... if Dabi was telling the truth and had been sent by Shigaraki to break her out, maybe All for One's heir wasn't the one responsible for her incarceration. And when she had gone missing, he had believed that she was dead.

One thing was for sure: even if she couldn't trust Dabi, he was her only option at freedom. It would certainly be a lot less troublesome to kill her on the spot rather than bring her to another place under the guise of returning her to the League and then killing her.

She would also prefer tearing her own throat out with her own hands over rotting in this shithole where her captors held her life in her hands.

Reina followed Dabi into a room that looked a lot like a warehouse with all the cargo boxes and the heavily armored vehicles. This was definitely the entrance/exit of the blacksite. Of course, the most eye-catching thing about the place was the heavy door which had a gigantic hole in it which looked as though it had been cut into the door with a huge blowtorch, offering a glimpse of sunlight.

And, one couldn't forget the operatives zealously guarding the door.

"Intruder sighted!"

"Get them!"

Reina dove behind a shipping container, cursing as the bullets tore through the place just above her head, forcing her to duck. "Do we really have to get outside the place?" She shouted above both the sounds of gunfire and the alarm which hadn't stopped blaring.

Dabi muttered something into his wrist that Reina was unable to hear. After a brief pause, during which the man's jaw muscles seemed to tighten with every passing second, he eventually addressed her. "Kurogiri isn't going to be able to warp us out directly from here. We have to get outside."

"You've got Shigaraki on the line?" Reina inquired, rising to her feet as she summoned the lightning sword. "Tell him to get Kurogiri ready to warp us within the next minute or two."

"What? What the hell are you planning on—" Before Dabi could finish the sentence, Reina channeled her lightning into her legs and dashed off into the group of operatives who all collectively started firing on her. Too bad for them, Reina's speed was faster than all of theirs combined.

With the speed she had gained, she barreled full-force into the operatives. Just as she had expected, they all immediately scattered, their formation falling apart quickly. Reina slashed through the first man she saw and kicked another in the stomach, both of them yelling in pain as they dropped.

Reina cursed as she narrowly dodged a bullet that nearly hit her in the shoulder. She had to keep moving if she wanted to avoid getting hit at all, but the problem was that if she didn't stop moving, she would run out of energy.

Alright then. Looks like we'll have to put an end to this early.

Reina continued to engage in her dance with death as gunfire exploded above her head, the operatives shouting whenever they caught a glimpse of her and immediately firing as she danced around them. That was, unfortunately, the mistake they made. They could fire as much as they wanted, but the fact remained that they weren't im possession of unlimited ammo.

Eventually, the vast majority of them were forced to fall back and reload.

There.

Reina slammed her hands onto the hard concrete ground. "See you all in hell."

The result was a blinding explosion of violet light as she unleashed a mini-lightning storm in the radius around her. As the light died down after a few seconds, Reina stood in the center of a gruesome circle of bodies as the smell of charred flesh rose into the air, stinging her nostrils. Yep. That's it for me today. I'd rather not have my organs shutting down on me.

Her gaze fell to her orange prison jumpsuit, biting back a curse as she noticed that her lightning had burnt holes into the sleeves and the pants.

"Of all the—what the hell did you do?" Dabi appeared at her side, blue flames crackling in his hands. "You could have gotten yourself killed!"

"But, I didn't. On the contrary, I actually solved our little problem. Now, is Kurogiri here yet? We should probably get out of here soon before more reinforcements arrive. I'd rather not have to use my Quirk again." Reina was under no delusions that his concern was for her. After all, he probably wouldn't get paid or would get into trouble if she ended up dying on him.

Dabi looked livid, glaring at her as if he were considering incinerating her on the spot or continuing to argue with her. However, he knew she was right—reinforcements were on the way and any more delays would further complicate the mission.

After a moment, he exhaled a frustrated sigh and muttered something into the microphone at his wrist that she couldn't hear over the alarms that were somehow STILL screaming in her ears. Shortly afterwards, a familiar dark purple fog appeared through the hole cut into the big door that served as the entrance/exit of the facility.

Reina allowed a small smile to spread across her face. It had been a long time since she'd caught a glimpse of the outside world that hadn't been through barred windows. She hadn't realised just how much she had missed it.

Without waiting for Dabi, she headed over to the warp gate and stepped through it, the dark mauve mist swallowing up the sun-drenched surroundings and plunging her into darkness.

[A/N: i hc reina's sword to look like mistsplitter reforged, and yes I KNOW THIS CHAPTER SUCKED ASS BUT I SWEAR I TRIED OK, I GOT VERY SICK OF IT TOWARDS THE END LOL]

birth of a bnha fanfiction you wont regret reading 🌚

burning storms — prologue

╰┈➤ fandom — BNHA

╰┈➤ pairing — dabi x narukami [oc]

╰┈➤ trigger warnings — mentions of torture, references to alcohol and smoking, mild descriptions of violence, swearing. as the story progresses, there will be more graphic descriptions of violence in future chapters.

╰┈➤ word count — 3401

"What are they doing to her?"

"You know that's none of our business. She's a villain who poses a threat to our society- whatever they're doing to her, they're doing it for our safety."

"Do you honestly believe that?"

The second guy's response was lost as they moved out of earshot. But the girl, lying on the cot and facing the slate-grey wall that had been her constant companion the last month or two, took this all in without any outward reactions. She was used to this by now: guards who could barely look her in the eyes when they came to bring her food she was half-sure had been spat in, and when they did, their eyes were filled with revulsion, hatred, but also fear.

It was quite laughable, how she was bound with Quirk suppression cuffs that rendered her quite useless in combat and trapped in a room with no windows and a heavy metal door reinforced with a code, a security keycard and God knew what else—and yet they still eyed her with apprehension, as if they were frightened of what she was capable of. As if they expected lightning to strike through the reinforced walls of this godforsaken government base and strike them down where they stood at her command.

On her part, she should have lost her sanity long ago. Their torture should have had her on her knees a week into her captivity, begging for the pain to stop and willingly giving up whatever information they wanted. But she hadn't, and her sanity was still very much intact. Which was a very good thing for herself, not so much for whoever the hell it was who decided to keep her immured in here, pumping her for information day in, day out.

Of course, she wondered how long she could hold out for. After all, she was presumed dead to the world and no one knew of her whereabouts save for, well, the Hero Public Safety Commission and the government. She was almost certain they had arranged for her to be placed here instead of in Tartarus. For what reason, she wasn't entirely sure. It didn't mean she didn't have her suspicions, though.

Whatever they wanted from her was important enough to justify keeping her alive and in their clutches, and it seemed that they had all the time in the world to get it out of her by whatever means necessary. Who was to say that after they got it out of her, they wouldn't promptly dispose of her in Tartarus or, even worse, silence her permanently? The latter option seemed more likely.

The sound of the familiar digital beep and the metallic click of the locks unlatching as the 4-digit code was keyed into the keypad that served as the second line of defense against her escape filled her ears, drawing her out of her train of thought. On instinct, she pulled her legs against her chest and curled into a fetal position, before realising what she was doing and relaxing her muscles. .

"Show no fear" was the lesson the Hero Public Safety Commission drilled into her from day one. “Your fear is how they control and manipulate you. If they have that, then they can make you dance to whatever tune they please.”

This, then, was her defense. Not a strike of lightning that would shock their hearts to a full stop, or a blast of electricity that could cook a man from the inside out. Instead, her defense would be her wit, her sarcasm and a smile that showed them that she was perfectly alright. As if their torture was merely amusing instead of giving her nightmares so terrifying she was afraid to let herself fall asleep every night.

"You know, you've been a pain in the ass for the past two months."

The girl swallowed down her fear, keeping her expression blank and trained on the wall as her cracking, dry lips curved into a smirk. "I've been trying to be one, in case you haven't noticed yet."

Her clever remark didn't faze him at all. Rather, it was like water off a duck's back as the man replied coolly, "Miss Kuwahara, our patience is wearing thin. It is in your best interest to give up any and all information we desire regarding the League of Villains and any future attacks they are planning—"

"'My best interest'? I believe that is rather rich, coming from you." The girl pushed herself into a sitting position and crossed her legs but her gaze didn't move from the smooth, grey concrete wall. "You speak of having my best interests in mind while you have me in chains, imprisoned behind a heavy metal door guarded with at least two people, a code and probably a keycard, along with the daily torture sessions you seem to enjoy giving out like candy?" Her voice remained flat, but it gained a dangerous edge that was the only indication of her rising anger. Her fingers twitched as she reached for the familiar stinging sensation of violet lightning at her fingertips that would never come—

"What if the charges against you could be dropped and you could go free?"

At that, she broke eye contact with the wall and finally turned her eyes on the man, whose lips were curved into a pleased smirk at finally having her full attention. "All the charges, dropped?" She asked casually, although inside, her heart was racing even faster than before. "And here I was under the impression that I was important to the government. You would let me go for a few words?"

"A few words that would go a long way towards bringing our society back to a peaceful one." He paused for a fraction of a second. "If I may be frank, Miss Kuwahara, the League of Villains threatens the peace that the Hero Public Safety Commission has worked hard to maintain. Peace that we worked hard to earn shortly after the Quirk phenomenon emboldened criminals and nearly caused a breakdown of our society."

"And why, pray tell," she asked, her violet eyes darting to the floor as she leaned back against the wall, "should I care about your peace?" The last word was spoken with a derisive sneer.

"If not for the good of society," the man shrugged, "do it for yourself. You have always been forced to put someone else before yourself, have you not? You've put the League of Villains before yourself, fighting on the front lines for the likes of All for One. You've, regrettably enough, been forced to put the HPSC before yourself, too. But deep down, don't you desire your freedom more than anything else?"

He folded his arms, a smug expression on his face. "All we want in return is information that should be readily available to you. You worked with the League of Villains for a time, recruited by All for One, no less. You would have been in a position to know plenty about what their plans: their endgame, their plans for any future attacks, the location of their hideout, et cetera. Naturally, your name will be kept out of it. Anything, no matter how small, helps."

The girl's expression was hidden in shadows, but she was definitely pondering the offer. Her freedom was right in front of her, and all she had to do to earn it was answer a few questions she would know the answer to. The man's grin widened as he watched her open her mouth, waiting for her to say the words that would seal her fate and turn the tides on the villains in the eternal war between the heroes and the villains--

"I refuse."

His grin slipped as her lips curved into a smug smile at the blatant shock that was showing on his face. "Whatever information I have is the only reason I'm being kept alive, is it not? No one will be able to testify to any sort of deal between us, except for you and I. And between us both, whose word is going to carry more weight?"

"I suggest," the man spoke through gritted teeth, "that you get to your point, Miss Kuwahara. What is the relevance of what you are saying?"

"Ah, my apologies. I believe what I meant to say, amid the rambling I was doing, is that I'm not an idiot." The girl spat, turning an icy violet gaze on him that would have reduced a grown man with less guts than him to a blubbering mess. "Once I give up the information you've been attempting to beat out of me for the past two months, what's going to stop you from claiming that we never had a deal? From having me assassinated and promptly disposed of? After all, no one is aware of my status."

"Are you suggesting that our esteemed President is a liar?" His tone was indifferent, but he took a step forward in an attempt to have her cowering against the wall. Unfortunately for him, she wasn't so easily cowed. "I would consider the next words you say very, very carefully, Kuwahara Reina."

She folded her arms. "I'm not suggesting it. I'm saying that she is one, and so are you. What reason would your "esteemed President" have to keep me alive? After covering up the murder of the previous President? I am one of the few who knows the truth. Would she really want me out and about, possibly exposing two of the darkest secrets of the Commission?"

The man didn't have a response to that, so she pushed on. "I'd like you to tell your esteemed President exactly where she can stuff her deal. And also, tell her that one doesn't sell out family that easily. I'm sure she'll understand."

"Very well, Kuwahara." The man replied ungraciously, turning on his heel and pressing a keycard against a reader beside the heavy metal door and keying in a code. "The offer is off the table the second I leave this room," he warned. "You'll be sorry you missed this opportunity at freedom. Let's see how long you can hold out before you're begging to tell me everything."

The girl merely smiled as the door slammed shut behind his retreating figure. The minute the locks clicked into place, she let out a sigh, all the bravado and energy she had previously exhibited disappearing as she slumped back against the cot.

Kuwahara Reina was truly alone.

—

"Be quick. I have a meeting in ten minutes."

Taguchi Teruo stifled a frustrated sigh. The Kuwahara girl was obstinate, which the Commission president had warned him about. He clearly had underestimated just how far her obstinacy went.

"She didn't take it."

The line went silent for a moment. "President?" Taguchi asked tentatively.

"It was to be expected. That girl is just like her father—stubborn, willful and impossible to control. Although I didn't expect her to see through the lie so easily. I must have misjudged her."

"President, she knows that the information she holds is the only reason she's alive. She won't give it up so easily, we should just dispose of her instead—"

"That's where you're wrong, Taguchi. Our sources say that girl was personally recruited by All for One into the League. She was in a position to know plenty of his schemes. She is more valuable to us alive than dead. Use whatever methods necessary, mentally break her if you must, but we must ensure that whatever information Kuwahara Reina was privy to ends up in our hands."

"President, with all due respect—"

"This is not up for discussion, Taguchi. Put the report of today's interview with her into the evidence box and try again tomorrow. I expect a call for you at the same time tomorrow, updating me on your progress. Every day you fail to get anything out of her is another day closer the villains get to destroying this society we have worked so hard to maintain. Don’t screw this up.”

Before Taguchi could reply, there was a click and a dial tone. Cursing under his breath, he stuffed his phone into his pocket, stalking in the direction of the confidential evidence room.

Throwing open the door with a loud bang, he headed straight for the shelves, locating the white cardboard box with the number ‘#656700’ in the dingy light and opened the box a crack, dropping his written report into it.

Before he could drop the lid, a hand clapped over Taguchi’s mouth and he felt a sharp, stinging pain on the side of his neck as a small, slender syringe entered the vein. Taguchi thrashed violently, his arms flailing as he attempted to land a hit on his attacker. Unfortunately, the medication that was now coursing through his bloodstream was too strong. Gradually, his thrashes became weaker and slower as black spots flooded his vision, growing bigger and bigger until his eyes finally fluttered shut and his movements ceased completely.

The man who had taken him down slowly eased his body onto the floor, taking the needle that had been stuck into his neck and yanking the plunger out. Staring at the crimson liquid that filled the hollow cylinder, a wide, uncharacteristic grin split his face as he spoke into the microphone wire strapped to his wrist.

“Phase 1, complete!”

—

A few minutes later back at the League of Villains hideout, Shigaraki was haphazardly pulling files out of a white cardboard box that was labelled with the number ‘656700’ and tossing them onto the bar table.

“Are you sure you got the correct box, Toga?” He barked at the ash-blonde haired girl who was giggling on his left, a glass of apple juice clutched in her hands.

“Aww, c’mon Shiggy!” The teenager whined, taking a big gulp of apple juice. “I triple-checked the number before I left! I’m sure it’s the right one!” She made a face. “Their blood tasted awful!” At that, Toga swallowed another gulp of juice.

Shigaraki scowled, pulling the final file out of the box. The entire box just comprised of files, files and more files. "You're sure the operation was a success?" He retorted.

Toga nodded cheerily. "Of course! No one noticed me, right up until Kurogiri warped me out. I hid the bodies reeeeeally well, no one's going to notice they're gone for a long, long, long time!" She gasped, draining the last of her apple juice. "Does this mean I'm really a part of the League now?"

The man sighed. He couldn't deny that Toga's Quirk was going to be extremely useful to the League going forward, especially for missions like these that relied heavily on espionage for success. "Fine. Whatever." He scoffed, knocking the box off the table.

Ignoring Toga's squealing over her acceptance into the League, Shigaraki and Kurogiri begun sorting through the paperwork that had once been neatly sorted into the box, now scattered all over the smooth wooden surface of the bar table.

"This seems to be the most recent report. It was dated today," Kurogiri observed, a report clutched in his hands as he picked up the box Shigaraki had carelessly discarded, placing it back on a section of the table that wasn't covered in paper or files. "'She knows that whatever information she holds on the League of Villains is the only reason she's not being disposed of, and so she refuses to give it up. Has displayed deep loyalty to the League of Villains despite previous attempts to mentally break her, breaking her resolve will require further investigation into her weaknesses...'"

"Remind me why you're wasting manpower attempting to recruit a prisoner?" A low voice drawled from the back of the hideout. A man with a shock of black hair lounged on a couch near the door, taking a long drag of his cigarette as his turquoise eyes flashed with barely-concealed annoyance. "If she was useless enough to be captured, what makes you think she would be of any use to our plan?"

Before Shigaraki could explode at the man, Kurogiri cut in. "The fact that she is being held by the government at the request of the Hero Public Safety Commission shows that she is very important to both organizations in some way. If we capture her, it would deal them a devastating blow. And if this report is to be believed," he gestured at the sheet of paper he was holding without glancing up, laying it aside and picking up another file, "she is both loyal to and has information on us which is all the more reason to sway her to our side."

Shigaraki threw another file into the box. "Makes no sense,' he muttered. "None of this makes sense."

"Shigaraki." Kurogiri spoke up. The latter's voice had a quiet ring of authority to it that made the former glance up, giving him his full attention. Whatever it was, it seemed to be important.

Kurogiri said nothing—just silently passed over a file labelled 'PRISONER 656700' which the blue-haired man flipped open. As his eyes scanned the content of the file, his muscles seemed to tense and, in the dim light of the hideout, his ashen skin seemed to lose even more colour, if that was even possible. "This changes everything." Shigaraki muttered.

Both men's voices dropped to a whisper as Shigaraki started to gesticulate furiously, a contrast to Kurogiri's composed figure. "Fine. For the sake of my goal to destroy All Might and hero society." Shigaraki eventually snapped, his voice back to normal volume, turning away from the dark mist figure. "Dabi. You're going to this government base to break out prisoner number 656700. I'll send you the address when we finalise the plan."

"Send Toga, she'll be more efficient," was the black haired man's reply, taking yet another drag of the cigarette.

"She did her part, it's your turn to prove yourself. And besides, we want it to be as loud and hard-to-cover-up as possible. Incinerate as many people as it takes, burn the place to the fucking ground if that's what you want, but ensure that she comes out alive and that you get prisoner 656700, Narukami, back here before she ends up pissing off the government so much they decide to kill her instead."

"Why the hell does she matter so much? Is she your secret girlfriend or something?" Dabi fired a glare at the leader of the League of Villains. "I have no use for a useless, second-rate piece of trash who got herself captured in the first place."

"Ask her yourself when you break her out," was the only response he got before a picture was chucked in his direction, landing on the ground by his feet. "That's her. Make sure you got the right person."

Dabi huffed, putting out the cigarette on the ashtray lying on the low table in front of him and scooping up the picture. "Maybe she'll make a good meat shield," he snarked. Ignoring Toga's squealing over a new member of the League joining them and how much she hoped they would be best friends, he stalked out of the room and towards the corridor which held the various rooms where the members of the League slept in.

Walking down the long hallway, he stopped to glance down at the picture. The girl photographed, dressed in the bright orange jumpsuit that was worn by every prisoner, stared straight ahead at the camera, her expression vacant as if she had long since forgotten how to smile. Her hair, a pale lavender shade, fell to her chest in tangled locks. But her eyes were her most striking feature. Despite her state of captivity, she didn't look broken or resigned to her fate at all. Her eyes were calculating as she stared into the lens of the camera, as if she was attempting to gauge the distance between an unseen door and the time it would take to slit the throats of the guards in the room. Even in a photo, he could swear that her gaze was burning a hole in the wall behind the person taking the picture.

And a lot of good it would do her, he thought with an amused smirk.

Maybe, just maybe, this Narukami would prove to be something more than cannon fodder when things got ugly.

A/N: if you made it this far, thank you so much for giving my fic a chance! any kind of support means the world to me :)