"Aizawa?" Y/N said as they squirmed in Aizawa's strong grip. He didn't hesitate and pushed them against a wall. The scarf suddenly wrapped around Y/N's arms and held them down so that Aizawa had his hands relatively free.

"You have made me feel everything from pure annoyance to lust to some weird warmth. Why is that?"

"I don't know; I'm not in that head of yours."

Aizawa's gaze changed, and he smiled gently. He released the scarf, which then fell back around his waist. He ran his hands down the sides of their chests, holding their waists firmly in his hands, before sighing.

"I'm sorry; you can imagine that I'm not all too used to feeling like this."

"And you can imagine that I'm not all too fond of being played with."

"Played with, is that what you think of me?" He says this, tilting his head like a puppy looking for an answer.

"I don't know; you just haven't been awfully honest about these feelings. You know?"

"True, but once this night is over, do you think we should sit down and talk about them?"

"Maybe."

Back in school, back in place.
Back in school, back in chains...

"Shit," Y/N mumbled as they turned to the door. Aizawa got the hint and pulled their hand, dragging them out of the room. Flore looked at her post and smiled slyly.

"We'll have the Flaming Special at 03:00."

Y/N nodded, looking at the three o'clock position and seeing a black-haired figure. They tapped Aizawa, who was already on it. They knew now that villains were in the place, but they couldn't do anything immediately. This was primarily a stakeout mission. Y/N tapped Aizawa again, and he turned:

"I'll be back; meet me near the door in a few minutes. I'll see if I can get any information."

"Promise me you'll be okay," he grabbed Y/N's wrist as they left. They turned around and saw Aizawa, his eyes pleading. They sighed and moved forward, laying a kiss on Aizawa's lips before nodding. They ran forward into the crowd, leaving Aizawa to do his own work. He noted Present Mic at the bar and walked to him.

"Flore here updated me on the situation since she knew you lovebirds were going to be a bit busy," he cooed, and Aizawa sat down. He didn't like not being able to do anything. Present Mic offered a drink. Aizawa refused and stared into the crowd, trying to see if he could see them.

----

Y/N's first stop was the bouncer, but as they got to the door, the bouncer was replaced with another person, a girl.

"Shit," he recognized her as the girl from the fight before and dashed behind the door before she turned around. They set up this club against heroes. They turned around and dashed to a nearby bathroom. When they got there, Y/N blocked the door with a chair, pushing it against the knob. They ran quickly to the last stall, noting a small hole in the tile, which they tried to wedge up using their fingers. They got a small amount of traction before finally opening it. Inside was a cache that contained the notes that Flore had left for him. While Aizawa was waiting, he made a few phone calls. His heart stopped when he heard a whistling behind him.

He turned and saw the spiky-haired man outside the stall.

"You look cute for a hero."

"Staples," Y/N muttered as they stood up, preparing for a fight.

"You should really check the stalls around you before conducting serious business."

He was right, and that raised bile in the back of Y/N's throat. He turned and saw Dabi playing with a knife.

"Ah yes, well, fire is sort of limited in closed and flammable spaces, but I think I'm still going to have fun."

----

Aizawa felt uneasy; he turned to Flore and spoke simply:

"You got a wake and bake?"

Flore raised her eyebrow before she said.

"Yeah, the entrance bathroom is stocked up, though; a lot of people go there when they need extra supplies."

She saw the confusion on Aizawa's face. Grunting in annoyance, she leaned on her elbows and whispered,

"Honey, your boyfriend is probably in the entrance bathroom with the cache I set up for him. I thought heroes were supposed to be smart."

Present Mic snickered, earning him a glare, and Aizawa left the bar. He just wanted to make sure Y/N was okay.

---

Y/N was not really okay. Dabi had thrown them against the wall, knocking some tiles down in the process and taking the air out of their lungs. They struggled to get up with the pain in their backs. Dabi pulled them up and held them against the wall by their throats. Y/N came to and kicked their heel against the door, pushing out the blade at the front of the shoe. They kneed Dabi, who fell back, holding his crotch with a furious growl. A head kick was in the works as the blade launched towards Dabi's neck. He used his arm, blocking the offense before pulling the leg forward. He launched a punch towards Y/N as they fell. They braced themselves and leaned their heads aside, causing the punch to only graze their earsTheir wrists stung as they made contact with the floor, bracing themselves with their hands. Dabi was still holding their foot, and he smiled at the compromising position. He pulled down the baggy pants, laying a small kiss on Y/N's ankle and calf. He chuckled at the flustered face, then ran his tongue across the leg.

Y/N tried something; they twisted their bodies, using the loss of Dabi's hand to their advantage. They caught his neck with their heels and pulled him down. They threw their other leg over Dabi, now straddling over him. They pulled a strap on their boot that revealed itself to be a piece of a hilt, which was pulled to reveal a knife. They held it against Dabi's throat.

A banging at the door distracted Y/N and Dabi took advantage of the opening and launched a jab at their throat before a breathless Y/N from their lap and throwing them at the wall again.

----

Aizawa heard a crash as he came closer to the bathroom. He tried the knob,, but the door wasn't opening. He began to bang at the door, hearing a struggle. He took a deep breath, moving back and prepared to kick the door in.

---

The blade clattered across the floor as Dabi kicked it. He knelt at the squirming Y/N and rubbed their heads, letting heat build up in his hand.

"Don't worry, little flower, I won't hurt you yet. You know, you could always join us and end all this pain right now." He cooed gently as he stroked their hair. In the distance, they heard a crash, and Dabi turned around in a flash before being hit with a scarf. Aizawa's eyes were filled with deep hatred as he rushed into the bathroom, seeing Y/N sprawled across the floor. He ran forward and stood in front of them, guarding them against Dabi's advances. The man just chuckled as he stood up, holding the end of Aizawa's scarf. He looked behind Aizawa, and his eyes widened.

A blast was heard, and Aizawa nearly fell to the side with the loudness of the sound. His ears rang, and Dabi fell in pain, grabbing his thigh. He didn't want to lose this moment and ran with a limp. He screamed again as Y/N pressed something hot against his leg and tried to launch a punch at the offending hero.

Aizawa recovered and turned around, seeing Y/N kneeling and holding a gun to Dabi, who gave up and left, screaming for someone to follow him.

Aizawa stared at Y/N, seeing the bruises on their body, but also the gun which fell from their hand as they fell against the wall.

"Don't look so shocked; the quirkless have to protect themselves when heroes and villains run across the streets at night."

Aizawa chuckled, crawling to Y/N before sitting beside them, slouching against the broken wall. Y/N leant their heads against his shoulder, and he smiled, leaning his head against theirs.

"Fuck, I could eat a horse right now."

Aizawa burst into laughter at the remark. Flore and Present Mic arrived at the door, seeing the couple on the floor. Mic stared as Flore held out her hand. He put money in her hand and grumbled before walking into the bathroom.

"You get a good hit, honey?"

"Good enough, I think."

"Good boy, we'll get on tracking him now. Also, don't look so despondent, Mikey; I told you that they'd get on tonight. Nothing binds two people like fighting."

Present Mic grumbled as he kneeled in front of Aizawa and Y/N.

"Well, it seems you forgot the other side of the deal. I'll meet you outside when you're ready, Mikey-boy."

That seemed to brighten Mic up. Aizawa watched him distantly but ran his arms around Y/N's shoulder, flinching when they squirmed at the pain it incited. He mumbled an apology into their hair.

Flore had left and Aizawa gave Mic the dismissal before turning to Y/N.

"Maybe we should ditch this place and go get something to eat."

"I'd like that very much, so very much.

----A/N:

I honestly always put a group of the Quirkless in a sort of Purge/Legend of Korra category where they sort of just had enough and carried shit like guns and that. Like, I know I would. One of the stories I'm drafting is about a quirkless villain that uses technology to fight, lmk if you guys would be up to read that.