Feel what I feel

The End?

With a primeval battle cry Bakugou arrived at the VIP balcony and lost no time to swing his fists at the man in front of him. "Dabi, I'll fucking kill you, you fucking piece of shit!"

Easily Dabi's clone dodged, "As arrogant and irrational as ever. But I still think you'd make a better villain than a hero with that brute force! If this term is disturbing you, remind yourself that heroes and villains are just labels fabricated by the ones, who try to rule us. You should join our cause! I bet your beloved would like that very much," he said and emitted a darting flame in Bakugou's direction.

The ash-blond flipped over backward to avoid the flames and as he realized they would hit him anyway, he stretched out one of his arms and repeatedly fired concentrated blast beams at the flames to create a counterfire. "Where is she?!" he growled like a beast.

"What a nice facial expression you have!" The clone generated more dark-tinted flames with his whole body, "I guess you really like her then? I can see why. She's special." The chairs and the curtains of the balcony caught fire. Little pieces of blaze floated through the air, rained down to the lower ranks. His cold blue eyes and his evil grin shined through the flames and smoke like the effigy of a demon.

'It's too late to lose control. It's too soon to save your soul! You've already smashed your bones into the fire...'

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In an endless loop of repetition Todoroki fabricated mountains of ice to halt his opponents. But it was no use, in their furious and strengthened state, most of them broke free after a while, just to be captured by the walls of ice again and again. The bicolored-haired boy panted in exhaustion and wiped the sweat from his forehead. 'There's no point in that. I'll have to find Y/N and get out of here with the others,'   he thought and scanned the area.

As he noticed that there was a path behind the stage leading to somewhere else he decided to create as much ice as possible to provide him with the time he needed to reach his now set goal. He hadn't seen you anywhere in the hectic battlezone, but he knew you were in this building. Hidden from the eye you had to be somewhere more secretive. His assumptions turned out to be correct. The path behind the stage led him to an old door with flaking white paint.

The red string of fate pulled him rigidly forwards. He had no idea what was awaiting him, the sudden rush of adrenaline pulsated through his system. With a skillful kick, he kicked the door in.

Casually leaning against a wooden bar stood the black-haired man he had faced during the School Trip.          

"Long time no see, my dear baby brother," he said, downed a glass of Whiskey and threw it against the wall, where he had hogtied you like a dog. The splitters bounced of the brimstone wall, a few of them grazed your face, leaving cuts on your skin. "Run! He's crazy!" you yelled.