●~Not All There Anymore |REWRITTEN|~●

|6| (Bad) Karma

The girl pulled on his hood when he turned to go. "Uh-huh. You do realize that you'll probably be killed out in a storm like that?"

Izuku was half tempted to say 'well, it must be my lucky day then' or some sarcastic shit like that, but he bit his tongue. He instead shrugged, earning an annoyed sigh.

"Come on, loser. You can't go out there." The girl spun around and sat down at a lopsided desk, filled with cracks and cuts traced in pencil, like the inscriptions on a school desk. Izuku shuddered at the thought.

She pulled out a knife, much to his alarm, and started stabbing it between her fingers, going at a fast but steady pace. Izuku awkwardly walked further into the room, sitting on the edge of the crooked bed. The mattress was lumpy and torn, cotton and springs jumping out from tears.

After a long moment of silence, Izuku said, "so... you live here?" The girl snorted.

"No, this is my summer vacation home. The minibar is over by the jacuzzi." Izuku let out a small laugh at the joke.

"Yeah, stupid question. Your name?"

"Ochana Kerosena. Quirk; Kerosene Fingertips. At least, that's what I call it."

"What do other people call it?"

She smirked lazily, although her eyes flashed with hurt and anger. "Arson. They called me Arson Girl, or villain if they were feeling uncreative." She paused, letting lose a small wistful smile. "My favorite was always 'Hotline'. Cause whenever my kerosene hit something, it lit on fire. So they would call a fire truck."

Izuku itched for a notebook to write in. "How's it work?"

Kerosena raised an eyebrow, tossing the knife she was playing with to the side. "What is this, twenty questions?" Izuku blushed, looking at his lap. Kerosena laughed. "It's fine. Basically, the fluids in my body, probably water, heat up and flow into my fingertips, where they come out as kerosene." She demonstrated by holding up a hand, a ball of floating black liquid forming in her curved hand.

"I can manipulate it at will, and as soon as it comes into contact with something-"
she flung the flammable liquid at a random piece of wood, which immediately flamed up into a crackling fire. "-boom. Instant campfire."

Izuku looked on in awe, moving closer to the warm fire. "Amazing..." he breathed, sticking out his hands. "Does it work on anything?"

Kerosena shook her head. "Not water, although it's hard to put out. And it'll only burn a couple minutes on plain concrete. But flammable shit - watch out. Cause that's a wildfire." She snorted. "That's another nickname."

Izuku turned to look at her. She was leaning on the back of her chair, twisting backward. "How come? And where are your parents?"

She shrugged. "I've got a villain's quirk. And my parents..." she let out a humorless and bitter laugh. "They left me here. To be fair, I did burn down their summer house."

She saw Izuku looking at her in shock and waved him off. "Ah, it's fine. I like it out here - no rules, no school, no stupid humanity and jobs. Everything relies on strength and if I can get to the good garbage food faster than the rats."

She grinned evilly. "When I'm, like, fifty, I plan to march on into the city and show up at a retirement home." She made a funny face, gaining an old-person voice. "'Hello, I'm the girl who went missing about sixty-five years ago, you all thought I was dead. I'm tired of screwing with the rats, may I cause havoc inside your home?'"