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"Hey!"

You turned your head to face a boy with vibrant hair color, almost like flames. His eyes were a deep colored green, but when studied closer, seemed to lighten up into a grass green. His figure was lean, built with disguised muscle, and he was dressed in the standard uniform, but it was slightly frayed. Attached to his ankle was a scratched ball and chain, to his neck, restraints that came buckling around his wrists and twisted around his arms. They seemed pretty tight. The rough metal raked across his arms and neck, leaving scars or healing cuts. His hands were covered in gloves with a sleek design on it. Strange...

You stopped observing him and pointed to yourself as if to make sure it was you he was referring to.

"Yeah, I'm talking to you!" He said excitedly. "You look pretty new here. What'd you do to get in?"

"I don't think I did anything that bad to get in here."

He looked blankly at you as if he expected more.

"They probably put me in the wrong section," you theorized, giving a nervous smile. You could already feel him studying you. "People can make mistakes. W-we're not perfect—"

He chuckled, shaking his head in disagreement and his emerald eyes humorously pleased. "Hope's Peak Prison for Ultimate Criminals don't make mistakes, sweetie. If anything..." His light-hearted face darkened and a small smile lifted his lips. You could feel the dangerous aura he emitted. It crawled all over your skin and sent your hairs on end.

"Oh, yeah. I forgot to introduce myself. We don't go by names here, just so you know. I'm the Ultimate Arsonist. You are?"

Bomber's Note: Just something to practice short story writing with. It was another idea I had but was too lazy to continue with. I was planning to make it an all boys thing so we can have some yaoi but anyways—Gn! I miss y'all!!!