Sniffling to myself, I stand in the main room of the building that I can only assume is owned by a gang of villains with my hand on the bosses arm while I mumble Latin words under my breath to heal the big gash in his arm. A small sigh leaving my lips as I pull away and he nods toward me before letting me walk toward his second in command. My eyes watering slightly as fatigue washes over me, the words I mumble slowly begin to merge together while I try to heal them as quickly as I possibly can. My head pounding and my hands shaking.

Eyes bloodshot, I pull away from the second in command and walk back toward the corner that's practically became my second home. My eyes staring at the bear skin rug on the floor while I sit down on the floor and curl up into the tiniest ball that I could. Eyes erratically look around the room, keeping an update on what the room looks like in case anything changes. Heart in my throat. Skin prickled with goosebumps. Toes curled. Hands curling into shaky fists.

For days on end, I had been healing everyone in this godforsaken building. I've been pulled into every room possible. Forced to use my quirk against my will and pushing the limits of the quirk that makes me feel tired and lifeless every time a day finishes. I've been yelled at by everyone here, being told that if I don't go any quicker I'll be dead. I've been dragged around, thrown into rooms, had doors slammed on me. You name it, it's happened...

It's practically hell...

The boss of this group isn't the nicest of people, then again, what was I expecting? He's a horrible looking man with scars all over his face. He has two scars over his left eye and one stretching across his right cheek and upper temple. He's got a glass eye that I'm sure he can take out, which is freaky enough! He has bullet wounds, scars from breaking his bones and even a scar across his stomach from surgery. He told me all about how he had his stomach sliced open one time and I almost threw up that slop they feed me.

I didn't know anyone's names. I tried making up nicknames for them so I could have a vague idea on who's who but my brain just couldn't cope with anymore pressure. The boss was just scar man, he had so many scars that it was obvious what his nickname would be. His second in command had the nickname robo - arm... because his arm is metal and like a robots... that's about it. I can't think of anymore for anyone else...

I just want to go home...

I want Keigo. I want my boyfriend. I want Angel. I want my fur baby. I just want to be happy and be with my little mini family. Is that too much to ask? All I want is to have quality time with my boyfriend and my pet dog without any interruptions. No villains. No parents. No heroes. No rules. Just us... I just couldn't wait until the day when Keigo comes back to save me...

I know he will come. He always comes to the rescue. I know he'll be here and he'll take me back home and we can be happy again. No more weird texts. No more cameras in the apartment. No more locking the windows. Just us and the tv and our home and our baby Angel. No worries...

Clearing my throat gently, I look around the room and sigh when the boss clicks his fingers and beckons me toward him. Pushing myself to my feet, wincing in the process, I run my fingers through my hair and walk toward the scarred male while trying to avoid rolling my ankle. My breath picking up when he yanks me toward him in forces me to stand beside his sitting form. My eyes look toward the two people opposite him, both of them villains, clients of the man in charge.

"That will be all, healer girl," The boss hums looking toward me before flicking his wrist to signal me to leave. A small sigh leaving my lips as I nod and head toward the door, "Quicker than yesterday but you're slacking. If you do that again, your wings can join your fathers on the wall,"

"Y — yes... sir," I choke out trying to hold back a sob as I push the door open to find Dabi on the other side of the door. The male clicking his finger and nodding toward me to force me to follow him down the hall. Our feet echoing around the hallway every time we make contact with the floor, "I hate you so much..."

"Wouldn't be the first one, gorgeous," Dabi muses with a playful smirk while I fiddle with my nails and patter after him through the hallway, "But frankly, I don't give a shit how you feel about me,"

"I don't give a fuck about that," I croak, glaring toward him as he opens up the door to my bedroom and pushes me into the room. A squeak leaving my lips as I catch my foot and stumble into the room, "Why did you bring me here? Hm? To get back at Hawks?"

"You're only here because I get paid for this shit," Dabi hums shutting the door behind him as he walks in. His turquoise eyes boring into the back of my skull as I sit down on my creaky bed, "The fact you were his girlfriend was just a coincidence,"

"You're insane..." I mutter shaking my head as I push myself back against the wall and rest my elbows on my knees while taking a deep breath as he leans against the door, "You know he'll come for me?... He will save me,"

"I have no doubt about it," He hums with a smirk, grabbing a cigarette from his pocket and clicking his fingers to bring a blue flame to his fingers, "In fact, I'm counting on it,"

"What do you mean, you're counting on it?" I ask narrowing my eyes as I clear my throat and stare toward them male. A small cringing moment flashes across my face as he blows smoke in my direction chasing coughs from my throat, "What are you planning?"

"Well, baby doll, if you must know," Dabi begins, tapping the ash onto the floor and chuckling when I glare toward his action, "These fuckers are competition to Shigaraki, so if the heroes come infiltrate this little hideout that's one less gang for him to worry about,"

"Wow, aren't you the smart one?" I ask sarcastically while picking at the bed with a small scoff, "They'll know you were here, they can run DNA tests and stuff,"

"Well they won't find a Dabi, I'm sure," Dabi teases making me frown and tilt my head confused while I fiddle with the covers, "Anyway, why are you dating your bully?"

"Excuse me?" I ask, glaring toward the male as he chuckles and rests against the wall with a playful smirk, "You wanna run that by me again, scar face?"

"You heard me," Dabi sneers with a chuckle, crushing his cigarette underneath his boot with a hiss. The small bit of smoke flying through the air while he chuckles, "Last time I checked, Hawks bullied you in high school,"

"And how would you know that?" I pry, crossing my arms over my chest unimpressed while he clears his throat and smirks, "It's none of your business anyway, Dabi... you're just doing this to make me feel even more like shit,"

Dabi chuckles to himself and walks toward me, kneeling in front of me with a grin across his lips. His staples stretching across his skin making my own skin crawl with discomfort. A sigh leaving my lips as he grabs my chin to force me to make eye contact with his grotesque self. The male chuckles and squeezes my cheeks with his thumb and ring finger, digging his blunt nails into the skin of my cheek making me wince.

"I've been through enough trauma to know that relationship of yours is just a coping mechanism," He sneers making me shake my head and kick him back, my foot kicking his square in the chest while I take a deep breath and glare toward him, "Once you're over it, you'll be out the picture before he can even say chicken,"

"You know nothing about me," I hiss, kicking him back as he goes to walk forward again making the male stumble back, "Keigo and I love each other, something that you are obviously incapable of,"

"You got spunk," He teases making me scoff and push to my feet, trying to ignore the burning pain in my feet, "I like that,"

"Get the hell out of the room," I tell him, opening the door and kicking him toward it making him laugh as he stumbled over and slams into the door, "And stay the fuck away from me!"

Cursing under my breath, I run my fingers through my hair and take a deep breath. A small sniffle leaving my nose as I lean against the door and allow myself to break under the immense pressure slamming into my shoulders. My ankles ache. My hands were cramping up. Stomach twisting. Legs feeling like jelly. Chest hurting. Everything hurt practically. I couldn't move without having one thing screaming in pain.

Exerting my quirk took quite the toll on me, especially when I have to constantly use it day and night until I have to rest. I'm not a hero. I have never used my quirk to its limits because I've never needed to do so. I have never ever used my quirk on more than two people. Those two people being my boyfriend and Rumi. Everyone else? They don't get the liberty of being subject to my quirk...

Clearing my throat, I slump onto the bed with a groan and curl up into a ball. My eyes feeling heavier and heavier as I snuggle underneath the thin blanket and sigh. Back cramping due to my wings being kept in there for the last few days as I daren't allow them out.

I just need to wait out a few more days...

Keigo will be here for me...