Reborn from the ashes from hell

Izuku POV

Fire and heat. I was in my element. People say smoking is bad, but what I'm doing to my lungs right now is much worse.

Me: What's the problem? Is the mighty Kacchan struggling?

Kacchan: Calm down, and I'll show you what struggling is.

He blows up one of my feathers and uses his explosion to propel himself into the air. But before he can get close enough to blast my face, both of my wings wrap around me to protect me, and I fall only to catch myself and shoot back up.

Kacchan: You have gotta be kidding! Stop being a coward and face me.

Me: I'm not a coward, I'm just playing it safe.

Kacchan propels himself back into the air and throws an explosion in my direction. At the same time, I spit fire in his direction. The impact throws us both backwards. I wipe my face with my arm, only to realize my makeup is now gone as well.

Me: Come on!

I look him in the eyes with my green eyes, which seem sharp and cat-like due to the red streaks. If anyone still hasn't made the connection, they're really hopeless. Either Hawks will figure it out through the media, or he'll see it at the festival himself.

Before I can worry about that any longer, I'm thrown back with full force and can barely stop myself from flying out of the field. I tumble through the sky until I finally regain control. Kacchan has blown up the ground, launching several rock fragments in my direction before I can focus on the situation. He propels himself back into the air, aiming not at my face or completely at me, but directly at my left wing. The wing snaps back 180 degrees, slamming against the other, and I start to fall. I try to use my other wing to hold myself up, but it's no use, so I must rely on my feathers to keep me aloft.

I begin to spit fire, trying to hit Kacchan. However, he dodges out of my way, making it difficult for me. Both of our quirks make us fast, thus making it hard to hit each other.

Kacchan: How do you like that? Isn't it annoying for you too?

I don't respond; I just spit more and more fire. I can feel that I can't stop anymore. The fire is leaving my lungs in increasingly large amounts; breathing is no longer possible, as all the oxygen in my lungs burns, and more fire comes forth. Soon, I can see nothing but red flames. I feel like my whole body is on fire, as if everything is burning, as if I am burning.

Fire.

The only thing I still know is fire.

The burning glow feels as if it is burning every pore of my skin. As if my hair turns to dust, as if my muscles and skin are melting off my bones, leaving only my innermost self behind.

Everything has this burning desire to throw me alive into an ice pool to end this otherworldly pain. I stand in flames; my quirk seems to be leaving my body from everywhere, becoming larger and hotter.

I haven't thought about breathing in a long time. Do I even still have lungs?

Kacchan: Holy sh—

Fire, in contrast to a few seconds ago, is now just massive? Before it was something, now it's nothing. Is this how I die, live on television after my big reveal?

3 POV

That was him. No one can look in the direction anymore, it seems as if a sun has just formed here and now, with the mission of making everything and everyone alive melt. And Izuku was in this core of this sun. Several heroes to the help of old people could not even get close to this fireball. Todoroki's attempts to freeze also went wrong. It was as if someone threw a ice cube Ina wood fire.

After a few minutes, where everyone had to doubt that this fireball will diaper and not always go on like this and would still be warmer, it stopped to enlarge itself. Slowly there was less and less fire and you could make out a skeleton.

When the fire had almost extinguished, the skeleton began to fall. No one was fast enough to catch it in time. The moment it touched the ground was the second the skeleton turned to dust.