(your Koharu)

The night was heavy with smoke and ash, the kind of night where the city streets seemed to breathe fire on their own. Koharu stood in the middle of the rubble, her aura of darkness warping the air around her. Her quirk pulsed through the shadows, tendrils snapping at the concrete like the jaws of some beast. She had been hunting down villains for her own reasons, but tonight, someone else had already staked a claim on the destruction.

A familiar crackle split the silence. Blue flames licked at the air ahead, and from the haze stepped Toya. His mismatched skin glowed under the heat of his quirk, and his eyes glinted like a predator’s.

“Well, well,” he drawled, a half-smirk tugging at his lips. “Didn’t think I’d run into someone like you out here. Guess we’ll see who the real monster is.”

Koharu’s hand twitched, summoning shadows into a blade. “Stay out of my way,” she warned, her voice low but firm.

But Toya never listened to warnings. In seconds, the air ignited, and their fight erupted. Fire clashed against abyssal darkness, the shockwaves rattling broken glass from nearby buildings. Koharu darted forward, her blade of shadow slicing through flame as if to cut the very heat itself.

She managed to pin him, pressing the edge dangerously close to his throat. Her eyes burned with the promise of violence. “One more word, and I’ll silence you permanently.”

For a moment, there was only the hiss of fire dying in the dark. Then, to her surprise, Toya’s lips curved—not in fear, but in amusement. His voice was hoarse, cracked, but steady.

“You’re beautiful.”