I'd been wandering the city's streets for a few hours now. It was mid-day, so not many people were out. The few who were didn't pay me no mind. I looked towards the darkened sky, before thunder boomed in the distance. I jumped a foot in the air, and the rain began to pour. I cursed mentally, running to an alley that would hopefully sheild me from the wind. A sat against the wall, allowing the tears to pour. Black rain droplets dripped down my chin, reminding me that I'd just put in new dye a few days prior. My wet, red hair fell into my face and I shivvered with cold. A gust of wind blew across my body. So much for wind protection. I curled in on myself.
Around fifteen minutes later, a man came stumbling into the alleyway. I watched him curiously, catching his attention. He stumbled to stand above me, smirking,"What's a kid doing out on his own? Get kicked out, or a runaway?" I mumbled,"Neither." He glared,"What did you say to me punk?!" I stood, walking past him,"Neither!" His fist met my throat. I fell to my knees, coughing into my hand. I examined my hand, finding crimson liquid. Lowering his face to my level, he shouted,"Watch your tone, boy!" His breath smelled potent. He was obviously drunken. I growled, standing to hold my flame engulfed hands,"You realize who you're messing with, don't you?" He laughed,"You're Dabi, but your also a reject. Obviously you're weak. I can take you on!" I smirked,"Good luck, then." I threw a single punch at him, knocking him out. One he'd hit the ground, a series of clapping sounded from behind me. I spun, my flames ignited. They suddenly turned to yellow smoke, as did any flames I tried to light after them. Three men stood in the alley's entrance. It must've been one of their quirk's. I put my hands up, braced for a fight. A sudden wave of relaxation flooded through me as the man who seemed to be the leader spoke,"You can fight, and you're cute? Why don't you join our gang?" I lowered my hands,"I'd rather not. As of right now, I hanpve heroes on my trail. I'm trying to lay low before stirring up mischief." Someone snorted from behind him,"Seems like you misjudged him, boss. This guy's a wimp." I growled,"Let me through." Their leader stepped towards me, pinning me against the wall,"I give the orders around here, and I say you stay awhile. Sound alright with you?" I went to push him away, but his lips pushed roughly against mine. I growled as he gripped my hands and held them above my head. His other hand wandered down to my waist, as he pushed his body against mine. Tears welled up in my eyes, before I blacked out.
I woke to the sound of something beating in my ear. I focused, slowly opening my eyes. I heard wings flapping as I looked up to find Keigo staring down at me,"Hey patches." I blanked, suddenly panicking. I pushed away from him, forcing him to have to land. Once we were on the ground, I jumped from his arms, turning to run. He caught me by my waist, pulling me against his chest. I thought back to what had gone down in the alley, tears spilling onto my cheek and down my chin. I reached behind me to pull up the good is added to Fuyumi's sweater. I remembered that the rain had washed most of the dye out of my hair, if not all. He held me tighter,"Hold on, Patches. Let's get back to Aizawa and Mic." I shook my head feircly ,"No no no no no." He rubbed my shoulders as I broke down, sobbing. I pushed him away,"No! Don't touch me!" He froze, shocked,"What? What happened?!" I shook violently,"Leave- leave me alone!" He stepped back, and I...