loosely plotted @txmidbeing || { Dabi -> Sullivan }
UA teachers and students really were among some of the most annoying people in existence; they had an uncouth way of intruding upon business that wasn’t theirs. ( As they were doing right now. ) Blue flames burn the foliage surrounding them as they lick at anyone who dares try to leave and summon reinforcements, marring skin with angry red as a stinging pain settles in.
Cerulean hues scan the faces of the enemy, recognizing many of the teachers with the ‘Hero’ title under their belt-- but also spotting a face he would no have expected to see again. ( Much less in THIS predicament. ) The edges of his lips twitch, praying to curl into a cruel smile. The boy who could only heal, and had not a strand of talent for fighting. Hostages generally weren’t their style, but he could be a useful piece for Dabi and his crew. ( It would soften the blow of having to waste so much time here. )
With a swiftness that still surprised those that hadn’t fought alongside him before, the noir is able to make it behind enemy lines while spewing small bursts of flames at anyone who tries to come near. Rough fingers curl around the nap of the boy’s neck, halting the healing of an unconscious teacher as he rips the other away.
“Missed me, kid?”
There’s a dark look on his face as attention is drawn, but nobody dares to draw near now that he has a student in his clutches. ( Even if he wasn’t one of the GIFTED ones. ) With little protest, he slings the student over his shoulder and makes brief eye contact with the others. It takes a small dip of his head before he makes a beeline for the burning trees before his companions begin the fight again-- knowing he trusts them to be competent enough to follow when the opportunity strikes. They’ll return to base and revise their plan.
“Make a peep and I’ll turn you into a pile of charred meat.”
