You seemed frozen in place as you curled your cold toes against the stairs.

Nothing made sense. Why were you here? You were a nobody, and you made special care to make sure you were not followed by previous people.

Why.... why... why??!

You fell forward, hitting your head in the process as you proceeded to stumble your way down the rest of the stairs.

You felt your heart beat in your chest as you looked upward. There loomed three menacing figures as they tore through your soul just by a flick of their eyes.

Your body hurt, and your head was spinning. (H/C) hair strung messily over your eyes as you parted your lovely lips.

For starters, you were mostly perplexed by a purple flamed man who peculiarly wore a tuxedo. You assumed he was the third voice, since he seemed the most "prim and proper."

He had golden eyes that deflected most emotion, except for the amount he squinted. You felt a slight pity for people like that, you couldn't imagine how they would do in romance if you couldn't even see their face.

You looked over at the next person and your heart jumped. You have never seen something more horrendous. You didn't show it, but you were horrified by his blood red eyes that seemed to want to tear at your skin. You looked at his attire, and merely considered it as a fashion statement, which was very cool in your opinion. He was still scary, though.

He must be the ring leader, you assumed.

And then, speaking of the horrendous devil himself, or rather, herself, the girl that seemed to think it was funny to kidnap you.

She laughed at the fact that you were splayed all over the floor in a heaping mess. She walked over as her bangs swayed side to side, looking at you through her golden slit eyes. "And there she is, little princess herself!" She smiled and crouched down to where you were still on the floor.

"Get up." She guttered lowly, as if she was about to preform an AC section on you. She grabbed you by the armpits and held you up. You were suprised by her strength, since she was a very skinny girl.

You bit your lip as she dropped you, in which you almost fell back down, but regained your balance. You knew not to speak out your mind about it, or else you'd know how they react.

"What's your quirk,weasel ?" The man with the messy blue hair asked.

You wanted to sassily retort the question, but you decided it was better to just say it instead of making a fool of yourself, or rather, making yourself dead. You gulped and hesitated, which earned an annoyed grunt from the same man as you were seemingly in a trial for your life.

"It's called white noise.. or something like that. I don't know. It only works when I'm sober, and I haven't been since sixteen."

You lousily muttered over your answer, knowing that you fucked up your life worse than anyone else did during the preset nor aftermath. You drowned your sorrows in alcoholic beverages, trying to put you in a happier place than anywhere else that you could be.

From Kurogiri's standpoint, he didn't know why you were so calm and collected than the average person.

Usually instead of explaining themselves, people would commonly beg for their lives and scream, shout and cry.

You? Not at all. Although, you did seem a little drunk at the moment. He watched as you sluggishly made his way over to him, and politely ask for a drink. He admired your bravery but shook his head, declining your need for alcohol.

You were angry and wanted to throw a temper, but didn't. Kurogiri admired how well you played your cards.

Shigaraki watched your complexion. He growled and slammed both hands on his table. The room grew silent as his eyes bore into yours, and leaned close.

He reeked of dust and death, and you grimaced. Ew. Why he so musty??? You thought, making a face.

He seemed to get a kick out of your face and now was smiling. "This isn't a god damn bar, weasel." He growled out in a pleasured way due to the glossy look in your eyes. You knew you didn't have much to go back to, but you still wanted to live.

You still wanted to live...

Your demeanor changed, your eyes turned more sharp and a dead look splayed across your face in a very bipolar way. You knew how to deal with this. You were a bad bitch who knew how to deal with crusty boys.

You took your hand  and slapped a bitch across the face. The disrespect.

You lifted your hands until you felt a grimy flaky hand wrap around your neck with only 4 fingers. "Did you just try to attack me?! What gIVES YOU THE RIGHT?!"

The blue haired male screamed, kurogiri looked at you through slit eyes. Maybe he over estimated you.

Toga was simply there with a smile. However, her face fell when she saw you being all cornered like that.

It only turned her on when she did it, not all mighty stick up ass. She bit her lip, wondering if she should intervene, but then you put a hand on shigaraki's arm.

You looked like you were about to blow him up, and as soon as he hesitated, his arm securing you started vibrating, and then a crack was heard. Shigaraki screamed and fell in agony, rolling around.

"SHE HURT ME! I CANT BELIEVE SHE HURT ME!" He screamed out in a bratty way, sounding like a teenager through high puberty.

Your eyes were murderous and dark, as if something took over you. You looked at the bartender with your dead eyes, and opened your mouth.

"Whiskey. Now."

The purple entity shook as he shakily gave you the drink in fear of his life. He gave you the whole bottle and tried to stay away from you as much as possible, then helped his poor peer shigaraki.

You drank the bottle, happily lining away your anger. You felt contempt as you felt the power slip away from your body as toga wrapped her arms around you, and you felt your body freeze. You knew you couldn't control your quirk, which is why you needed alcohol, but then that rendered you useless.

God damn, you're stupid.

Toga buried her face into your back, swaying with you as your body fell cold. "That was heavily sexy of you, Y/N, id like to see what you'd do in the bed." She muffled into your back, poking your stomach peckishly.

You felt hot all over, very embarrassed of what she said. You blushed from ear to ear and attempted to pry her off of you, but it just ended her diving her face into your chest and in between your breasts, in which she seemingly had an obsession with. You were flustered, making little noises in an attempt to get her off of you.

Meanwhile, kurogiri was trying to help shigaraki by seeing his arm. You somehow bursted a vein, and the villains didn't really have a medic, so the poor mist man was trying to help his agonized friend, so he looked it up on woogle in an attempt to see what the fuck he needed to do, in which he didn't know Jack about Medicaid.

Anyways, toga was being snuggly with you, until she picked you up and swung you over her shoulders. You flailed around in an attempt to grab something, but it didn't work. She drug you to her bedroom and flopped you down on the bed.The blonde straddled you, her knife dangling upward and diveting into your arm gently. The same sharp pain seemed nostalgic as blood dripped down and onto the sheets. She smiled, swiping up your blood with two fingers, and then licked them.

"Y/N, is it? What a lovely name." She cooed as she leaned down onto you. "Want to be my little friend, doll?" She asked, her eyes boring into you. Seemingly, there was only one answer to that. You were scared shitless, but managed to shakily nod your head. You smiled in an attempt to be fake enough for her to believe, and then, she got off of you. She was smiling, but this smile was different. "Great!! Now because we're friends, we need to do each others hair and nails and stuff like that, because that's what friends do that, right?"

You were baffled, you realized that you never had a friend to do that, and suddenly, you felt light on your toes as you sat on the bottom of the bed, a big childish smile spread across your face as you felt a brush untangle your hair. It was a little bit greasy since you didn't take a shower yesterday, and toga seemed to realize that.

"Oh doll, you need a shower." She said, and picked you up. You were starting to get used to the special treatment, due to the fact that you were drunk from the bottle of whiskey. She carried you to the bathroom, and sat you down on the tub, and suddenly, her face slightly flushed. "I guess I'll see you later..." she turned to leave, but then she felt an innocent tug on her sweater, turning around to see your doe like eyes. Her heart melted, and you tilted your drunk head like a puppy. "How do you work the water?" You asked, and suddenly, toga felt the need to eat you up and stay with you for the rest of her days.

"Let me stay with you"