[keigo isn't sure how long he sits there. it feels both too long yet short. he has his arms wrapped around his knees, staring into nothingness. he isn't sure what to do from here at all. he needs to get away, but he can't even be bothered to do that yet.
he's still close to dabi's base. what if they found him? because of the hero?
keigo isn't sure how much more they can track him, but to be on the safe side, he uses a feather to stab into the middle of his cellphone. technology was always so fickle and easy to track, after all.
the sounds of an nearby explosion startles him from his empty thoughts. it isn't so much of an explosion but of a strong heat, and he can feel it, even from here. dabi. it has to be. immediately, keigo stands up, worried that a hero found him. did they really track the two of them here?
hurriedly, he heads to the exit of the alley where he can see people screaming and running. more and more, the fire burns. it takes over buildings nearby, and keigo can hear the screams of those caught in it. yet, he tries to find dabi in the mess. he does his best to send feathers out, to help where he can, but none of them can locate the villain. he's not the biggest fan of fire, far from it, but as he stares at the old hideout of the villain, keigo shakes. he could lose dabi here.
he might.
through the mass of people, keigo forces his way into the building, sending more feathers out, anything to try and find the villain. he can hear another building taking up in flames, so the villain has to be nearby. but the flames are so hot, burning his skin and wings, taking plenty of his feathers. when he thinks he officially has possibly lost dabi to a hero, one lone feather is able to find the villain, and keigo quickly forces the feather to attach to the villain.
he forces himself to find an exit, coughing as the flames begin to burn his lungs. with no nearby exits in place, keigo breaks a window, leaping through it and into an alley. it's still not safe, still the fire burns here, but he can force his way out, covering his mouth, eyes watering from the pain and smoke inhalation. all the feathers of his wings have been burned, even his hair has burnt from the backside. he can feel the base of his wings, still protected by his clothes. he'll deal with that later, too focused on finding and locating dabi.
feeling for his feather, keigo heads to a sewer, and once he can confirm that no one watches, he falls inside, stumbling as he lands. he spends a good few minutes coughing, trying to clear the smoke in his chest. it hurts to breathe, much less talk, so he can't call out to the villain, even if he wanted to. with his feather, he slowly starts to track dabi, until coming upon the heap of the villain, unconscious.
he's still unsure which hero was involved, if even was there. it doesn't matter to him. with the feather placed on dabi's body, he lifts up the villain, and slowly carries him, careful to not disrupt any possible injuries.
keigo isn't sure how long he walks for honestly, waits until he can't hear screaming for miles and miles. he's close to passing out, but the need to protect the villain outweighs his own pain. the hero quietly leaves the sewer, making sure they're far enough away. it's dark out, quiet. the lights of the area are dim. probably somewhere far east. all warehouses and abandoned buildings. carefully from here, keigo uses the feather to carry dabi up, and once checking for any prying eyes, takes them to a building hidden down two more streets. it's dark, with broken, tinted windows. gently, he lays dabi on an old couch there, placing the feather on the villain's chest, just so he can keep a feel for him.
as a hero, he keeps a small set of first aid on him. he uses the little products to wrap up some of the burns and injuries on dabi's body, and once he can confirm no one around their position to the best of his ability, keigo curls near the wall, hoping if someone opened the door there, the vibration would disrupt him. but he can't keep his eyes opened any longer. the burns hurt, and his throat was on fire. it would take three days for his feathers to form back too. they were helpless for now.
if luck is on their side though, perhaps no one noticed him.]
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he's still close to dabi's base. what if they found him? because of the hero?
keigo isn't sure how much more they can track him, but to be on the safe side, he uses a feather to stab into the middle of his cellphone. technology was always so fickle and easy to track, after all.
the sounds of an nearby explosion startles him from his empty thoughts. it isn't so much of an explosion but of a strong heat, and he can feel it, even from here. dabi. it has to be. immediately, keigo stands up, worried that a hero found him. did they really track the two of them here?
hurriedly, he heads to the exit of the alley where he can see people screaming and running. more and more, the fire burns. it takes over buildings nearby, and keigo can hear the screams of those caught in it. yet, he tries to find dabi in the mess. he does his best to send feathers out, to help where he can, but none of them can locate the villain. he's not the biggest fan of fire, far from it, but as he stares at the old hideout of the villain, keigo shakes. he could lose dabi here.
he might.
through the mass of people, keigo forces his way into the building, sending more feathers out, anything to try and find the villain. he can hear another building taking up in flames, so the villain has to be nearby. but the flames are so hot, burning his skin and wings, taking plenty of his feathers. when he thinks he officially has possibly lost dabi to a hero, one lone feather is able to find the villain, and keigo quickly forces the feather to attach to the villain.
he forces himself to find an exit, coughing as the flames begin to burn his lungs. with no nearby exits in place, keigo breaks a window, leaping through it and into an alley. it's still not safe, still the fire burns here, but he can force his way out, covering his mouth, eyes watering from the pain and smoke inhalation. all the feathers of his wings have been burned, even his hair has burnt from the backside. he can feel the base of his wings, still protected by his clothes. he'll deal with that later, too focused on finding and locating dabi.
feeling for his feather, keigo heads to a sewer, and once he can confirm that no one watches, he falls inside, stumbling as he lands. he spends a good few minutes coughing, trying to clear the smoke in his chest. it hurts to breathe, much less talk, so he can't call out to the villain, even if he wanted to. with his feather, he slowly starts to track dabi, until coming upon the heap of the villain, unconscious.
he's still unsure which hero was involved, if even was there. it doesn't matter to him. with the feather placed on dabi's body, he lifts up the villain, and slowly carries him, careful to not disrupt any possible injuries.
keigo isn't sure how long he walks for honestly, waits until he can't hear screaming for miles and miles. he's close to passing out, but the need to protect the villain outweighs his own pain. the hero quietly leaves the sewer, making sure they're far enough away. it's dark out, quiet. the lights of the area are dim. probably somewhere far east. all warehouses and abandoned buildings. carefully from here, keigo uses the feather to carry dabi up, and once checking for any prying eyes, takes them to a building hidden down two more streets. it's dark, with broken, tinted windows. gently, he lays dabi on an old couch there, placing the feather on the villain's chest, just so he can keep a feel for him.
as a hero, he keeps a small set of first aid on him. he uses the little products to wrap up some of the burns and injuries on dabi's body, and once he can confirm no one around their position to the best of his ability, keigo curls near the wall, hoping if someone opened the door there, the vibration would disrupt him. but he can't keep his eyes opened any longer. the burns hurt, and his throat was on fire. it would take three days for his feathers to form back too. they were helpless for now.
if luck is on their side though, perhaps no one noticed him.]