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Chapter Six

Warning: 

The Following Story is entirely out of my imagination, I do not mean harm when writing this story with any religion or culture.

That being said, BNHA does not belong to me, any other character beside the main character does not belong to me.

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“This isn’t good.” A god like present closed a small screen, overseeing the situation that has happened the last few days. Small locks of hair floating across their face, as they gently pushed it out of the way, tucking it behind their ear. Suddenly, an Angel that must have been 5 feet shorter than the being before her, quickly came running towards her. 

“Your Majesty!” She spoke in a hastily tone, her breath has quickened as she had been flying as fast as she could. “It’s her! She found out-!” Quick to wip their head, they summoned the one they were talking about. Suddenly, white chains surrounded a screaming woman, as they have trashed around. 

“LET ME GO!” She demanded, her hair getting caught in the chains, burning it off. “YOU SAID SHE WAS DEAD AND MADE IT TO HELL.” She yelled, scratching her knees as she launched herself at the inhuman being, who was looking at her with pity. 

“I didn’t think she was. He hid her well.” They spoke in a monotone voice, pulling up an monitor again, smiling at themselves. “Doesn’t mean I can’t kill them yet, she isn’t human after all.” “YOU MONSTER! THAT’S MY DAUGHTER!!”

The woman spat, as the godly being stomped their foot hard, silencing them. “SHE IS THE DEATH OF HEAVEN AND EARTH. She must be stopped, or would you rather have your precious husband find out with who you had an affair with? He will not take it so kindly as I did.” 

“So what? I never loved him, I was only made to be a toy. I can be so much more than that, but YOU never gave me the chance. I sinned but i’ve been forgiven but I still live in this FUCKING PRISON!” She ran at it, but got caught back by the chains.

 “ENOUGH.” The deity stood up, hovering over her. It looked slightly to the right, where one of its right hand looked directly at them. “Michael. Get one of the executors to sign up and get down at earth, you know what to do.”

Michael vanished in a cascade of golden light, leaving only a faint shimmer in his place. The divine presence turned their gaze back to the woman bound in searing white chains, her eyes filled with both fury and despair. “You will regret this,” 

she hissed through gritted teeth, her voice raw with pain. “You claim to be righteous, but all you do is destroy what you fear. You are no god—just a coward behind a throne.” The deity’s expression remained unreadable. Slowly, they descended, their feet barely touching the celestial marble beneath them. 

Their presence alone was enough to make the woman’s body tremble, the sheer weight of their power pressing down on her like an invisible force. “I am what is necessary,” they said, their voice devoid of emotion. “And you… you are a mistake that should have never been.”

“HE WILL FIND YOU. SAMAEL WILL—” Suddenly, a loud smack echoed through the kingdom, silencing the defiant cry. The force sent ripples through the celestial halls, as if the very foundations of heaven trembled in response.

“Do not bring up his name.” The deity’s voice was low, dangerous. Their hand shot forward, seizing the woman’s jaw with an iron grip, forcing her to meet their gaze. “Know your place, Eve. First woman of men kind.”

Eve panted, her breath ragged, yet her eyes burned with defiance. The deity’s grip did not loosen. Instead, they leaned in, their expression cold, detached.

“She will die,” they whispered, their tone like the final toll of a bell. “She will die because she is a venom to heaven. She will never exist again.”

Eve thrashed against the chains, her body trembling with rage and grief. “You… you’re making a mistake,” she rasped. “If you do this, nothing will hold him back. Nothing.”

The deity released her with a shove, letting her collapse onto the marble floor. “Then let him come,” they said, turning away. “Samael has no power here. And soon, neither will she.”

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“Are you dumb or are you actually playing with me?” Bakugou grumbled annoyed, as his pencil ticked against your paper. “There is no way you think this is the correct answer.”

You rolled your eyes, finding his attitude more exhausting than anything. “Oh, I’m sorry, are you suddenly a math genius now?” you shot back, crossing your arms.

Bakugou scoffed, his crimson eyes narrowing. “I don’t need to be a genius to know you messed up basic algebra, dumbass.” He tapped the eraser of his pencil aggressively against the mistake.

After the incident a couple of months ago, Bakugou and you weirdly grew slightly closer. Oh, you two still went head-to-head over everything, but you also felt that Bakugou could at least tolerate your existence now. Maybe even respect it, in his own gruff way.

You huffed and snatched the paper back. “Alright, smartass, why don’t you show me how it’s done then?”

A cocky smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Watch and learn.” He leaned over, quickly scribbling the correct equation down with almost unnecessary force. His shoulder brushed against yours, and though it was unintentional, neither of you moved away.

“See? Not that hard.” He shot you a triumphant look, waiting for your reaction.

You stared at the numbers on the page before sighing. “Yeah, yeah. Fine. You win this round.”

“Damn right I do.” He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed smugly, but there was something softer in his expression now, something almost amused.

You looked up and chuckled, throwing your eraser at his head, which he dodged with ease. “Get that smug smirk off your face.”

Bakugou scoffed, reaching for the eraser where it had landed. “Tch. You’re just mad I’m right.” He tossed it back at you, hitting you square in the forehead.

“Ow!” you glared, rubbing the spot as he smirked triumphantly.

“That’s payback.”

Despite yourself, you couldn’t help but grin, shaking your head as you turned back to your paper. Maybe studying with Bakugou wasn’t so bad after all.

Just as you were about to refocus, a shadow loomed over the two of you. Aizawa stood there, arms crossed, his tired eyes fixed on you both.

“You two. Training ground. Now.” His voice left no room for argument.

You blinked. “Huh? Why?”

“Private session,” Aizawa said simply. “And Bakugou, you’re coming too. You’re the only one who can snap her out of it if things go south.”

Bakugou frowned. “Tch. What do you mean by that?”

Aizawa didn’t answer, already walking away.

You exchanged a glance with Bakugou, confusion and a bit of unease settling between you. Training wasn’t unusual, but this felt different. More serious. And the way Aizawa had said ‘if things go south’ didn’t exactly ease your nerves.

With a sigh, you stood up. “Guess we better get moving.”

Bakugou clicked his tongue, shoving his hands in his pockets. “This better not be a waste of my damn time.”

But as the two of you made your way to the training grounds, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to change.

When you arrived, Aizawa was already waiting, arms still crossed, his usual tired expression laced with something more serious.

“All Might will be here in a second,” he said, eyes flicking between you and Bakugou. “Since it was proven my quirk isn’t able to stop you from going crazy, pure strength will have to do.” He gestured for you both to change into your hero suits.

You swallowed hard, exchanging another look with Bakugou before nodding. Whatever this was, it wasn’t just another training session. Something bigger was at play.

Moments later, clad in your hero suits, you stood across from Bakugou in the designated training area. Aizawa gave a simple nod before stepping back, letting the two of you take center stage.

“Alright, you two,” he called. “Nothing lethal. Control is the goal here.”

Bakugou cracked his knuckles, smirking. “Hope you can keep up, dumbass.”

You grinned, fire flickering at your fingertips. “Just try not to get burned.”

The moment Aizawa gave the signal, Bakugou lunged forward, explosions propelling him towards you. You sidestepped, barely dodging his initial strike, and retaliated with a burst of flames, forcing him to leap back. The heat radiated around you, more controlled than before, the fire curling around your arms without scorching wildly.

“You’re not flailing like last time,” Bakugou noted, blocking a fire-coated punch with his gauntlet. He shoved you back with a controlled explosion, enough to send you skidding but not enough to knock you off your feet.

You smirked, rolling your shoulders. “Maybe I’ve been paying attention.”

“Doubt it.” He shot forward again, this time feinting to the left before blasting up, aiming to come down with a powerful strike. You responded instinctively, flames surging beneath your feet to propel you upward, meeting him midair. The clash of fire and explosions sent a shockwave through the training ground, but neither of you backed down.

For the first time, you weren’t just reacting. You were fighting with precision, your fire bending to your will rather than raging uncontrollably. Bakugou noticed it too, his smirk widening as he deflected another burst of flames.

“Not bad,” he admitted begrudgingly. “But you’re still not beating me.”

You laughed, feeling the exhilaration course through your veins. “We’ll see about that.”

Aizawa watched from the sidelines, arms still crossed, his sharp eyes catching every movement. Alright arrived a few moments later, looking over at the two fighting. “Are you sure we should let her train so soon?” He questioned, worry definitely readable on his face.

“For some reason, bakugou keeps her grounded.” Aizawa answered him back. “I don’t know why, I don’t know how he does it, but he really does it.”

Aizawa’s eyes narrowed behind his capture weapon as he watched the spar unfold. Every movement was precise—refined. Your fire, once unpredictable and wild, now curled with intention. Controlled heat. Purpose.

But it wasn’t just the fire. It was you.

You didn’t hesitate like you used to. You didn’t let fear or doubt lead your steps. And every time your focus wavered, even slightly, Bakugou was there—charging, countering, snapping you back into the moment like a human anchor forged in explosions and spite.

“Tch,” Aizawa muttered under his breath. “I’ve seen pros with less chemistry.”

All Might leaned on the railing beside him, arms crossed, a contemplative look in his eyes. “I always knew Bakugou had raw potential… but he’s changed, hasn’t he? It’s not just about strength anymore.”

Aizawa gave a slight nod, watching as Bakugou barked something at you mid-air, the usual edge to his tone slightly dulled by—what was that? Encouragement?

“Whatever it is,” Aizawa said, “it’s keeping her from losing herself. That’s worth something.”

Your feet landed hard against the ground, heat pulsing up through your legs. Smoke curled around you, the aftershock of your last clash with Bakugou crackling through the air like static.

“Focus!” he shouted, voice cutting through the haze. “You’re drifting again!”

You snarled but nodded, brushing sweat from your brow with a swipe of your wrist. “I’m fine, damn it.”

“Didn’t look like it,” he muttered, already launching at you again. His explosions were tighter now, less destructive and more directional, meant to challenge—not hurt.

You ducked a blast, then twisted around him, flames lacing through your fingers as you skated the edge of control. The fire was hotter than ever—singing with adrenaline—but it obeyed.

Barely.

Bakugou turned mid-air, landing hard in a crouch. “That’s it,” he barked, breathless. “Make it yours. Don’t let it control you.”

You charged him, heat building at your back. A ring of fire burst outward from your feet, surging in his direction like a tide. Bakugou leapt above it, and the two of you collided mid-air again—your flame, his blast—a perfect storm. For a heartbeat, all the world was heat and light.

You crashed onto the ground with a roll, coughing but laughing under your breath. “You know,” you said, looking up at him, “for someone who acts like they hate me, you sure shout a lot of motivational speeches.”

He stood over you, hands on his hips, hair singed at the edges, sweat glistening on his forehead. “Shut up,” he said flatly. “You just suck less now.”

You snorted, flames flickering harmlessly at your sides. “That almost sounded like a compliment.”

“It wasn’t.”

But he offered a hand to help you up anyway. You took it.

His grip was firm, grounding, and when you were back on your feet, he didn’t let go right away. Just for a second, his eyes scanned your face—checking for something. Fear, maybe. Unsteadiness. You didn’t know what he found, but he grunted, finally letting go, stepping back.

“Tch. Don’t get soft on me now.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled, brushing your fingers through the smoke in the air. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Up on the platform, All Might smiled knowingly. “I think she’s found her anchor.”

“No,” Aizawa replied quietly. “She found her equal.”

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The crackling of fire and explosions had softened now, echoing faintly across the charred training field. You and Bakugou stood a few feet apart, breathing heavily, the adrenaline finally beginning to settle in your veins.

The edge of your vision shimmered from the leftover heat, the scent of burnt ozone lingering in the air. Embers drifted lazily to the ground like falling stars, and the world felt still again. For a moment, it was peaceful.

Too peaceful.

Bakugou glanced toward you, brushing ash from his gauntlet. “You’re getting faster,” he muttered, not quite a compliment—but coming from him, it might as well have been.

You grinned, about to throw some snark back when—

BOOM.

A blinding light tore through the sky.

Golden. Blistering. Divine.

It didn’t come like thunder—it was thunder. The force slammed into the ground just a few yards away from where you stood, cracking stone and sending dust and heat flying outward like a shockwave. Your instincts screamed as your flames flared to life without your permission, reacting to the sudden surge of unnatural power.

Bakugou whipped around, shielding his face with one arm. “What the—?!”

From the center of the impact, the golden light took form—elegant yet inhuman. Wings folded sharp as blades behind a tall, armored figure. Silver and gold etched down their arms like glowing veins. Their presence was holy—but cold, suffocating. Divine judgment in humanoid shape.

They didn’t speak at first.

They didn’t need to.

The pressure in the air told you everything—this being wasn’t here for a visit.

They were here for you.

“Designated target acquired,” the figure finally said, voice vibrating not just through the air—but through your bones. “Your presence defies order. You will be removed.”

There was no time to speak.

No time to question.

The moment you locked eyes with them—they moved.

Faster than human sight.

A burst of golden energy shot forward—and they were already on you.

You threw up a wall of flame, barely reacting in time. It held for a second—then shattered like glass as the being crashed through it, sending you flying backward across the field. You slammed into the dirt, rolled hard, and barely pushed yourself up before another strike came.

Bakugou launched himself into the air, roaring, “BACK OFF!”

A concussive blast shot toward the figure, forcing them to sidestep—graceful and calculated, like they had rehearsed every motion long before it happened. Still, Bakugou’s interference gave you a second to breathe.

“Move!” he shouted, landing beside you, panting. “This one’s not here to train—they’re here to erase you!”

“No kidding,” you spat, flames roaring to life around your arms, hotter than before. More alive. Your eyes glowed with heat, something primal starting to boil in your chest. This wasn’t just a fight anymore—it was survival.

The figure lifted their staff—or sword? It shifted with light—radiant, lethal, impossible to define. The glow at its edge intensified, humming with divine resonance.

In an instant, they moved again—straight toward you.

But this time—you met them head-on.

Your flame burst outward with raw force, clashing against the searing divine light of the intruder. Heat and holiness collided, scorching the battlefield in a vortex of color and energy.

Every strike from them was precise, meant to end. Every movement from you was instinct, raw power barely held in check. You ducked under a horizontal slash of their radiant weapon and let fire erupt from your feet to launch upward, twisting midair and releasing a jet of flame that crashed down toward them like a meteor.

They countered effortlessly—but the speed at which you moved now shocked even them.

You suddenly felt a piercing stab in your arm, as you we’re bleeding. You looked at your arm, but instead of the red blood you were used to, it was pitch black. “W-Whats..happening to me..”

Bakugou turned sharply, catching the way you staggered. “The hell’s going on? What happened—did he hit you?!”

You looked at him, lips trembling. “I… I think something’s wrong.”

The golden-armored attacker paused mid-step, eyes narrowing. Their blade lowered ever so slightly, their voice laced with contempt. “That isn’t human blood…”

A chill crawled up your spine.

You stared at the black fluid still dripping from your arm—and then you felt it. A flicker. Something twitching beneath your skin, like claws dragging along bone. The pain faded… but it was replaced with pressure. Your heart beat faster. Something inside your chest stirred.

“Heh…” the figure tilted their head. “It’s beginning, then.”

Bakugou was suddenly in front of you, his tone sharp. “What the hell does that mean? Beginning what?!”

The figure didn’t answer.

But your body did.

Your fingernails began to sharpen—subtle, not enough for someone untrained to notice, but Bakugou caught the change. Your eyes burned faintly, a soft crimson glow ebbing in and out like breathing embers. You could feel something inhuman curling at the edge of your mind. Unfamiliar.

A faint voice echoed inside your skull—not in words, but in emotion. Mocking. Ancient. Yours… and not yours.

“I—I don’t know what’s happening,” you whispered, grabbing Bakugou’s arm. “Something’s—inside me.”

“You’re not turning into anything,” he snapped. “Stay with me, dumbass. You’re stronger than this.”

But the figure was moving again.

They rushed forward, blade glinting with divine light—but Bakugou was already launching himself at them, fists exploding mid-air to intercept.

“You want her,” he growled, “you go through me.”

You fell to your knees behind them, clutching your arm as the black blood began to sizzle against your skin. The pressure in your chest was rising. You could feel it in your bones, in your breath—in your soul.

A part of you was waking up.

Not fully. Not yet.

But it was there now.

You clawed at your back, a scream coming out of your body as the bone snapping sound of something revealed two beautiful set of black wings. You stood there, like before, eyes pure black as you were about to pounce onto the angel, you got stopped.

Not by bakugou, not by Aizawa, no.

By something that felt like a little piece of home for some reason.

A claw held your arm, big black horns coming into view as it looking up at the angel. “Camael, I don’t appreciate you hurt his majesty’s daughter.” The creature spoke to the angel, Camael.

“Nothing personal Drax.” He spoke back, eyes full with hatred. “But she had to go. She’s a threat to Heaven.”

The mention of Heaven made your chest tighten, the words like poison on your ears. It didn’t matter what you’d become, or what you were now; the angel’s words stung deep, igniting the flames of rage inside you. But you couldn’t act on it. Not while this powerful being held you in place.

Drax’s eyes never left Camael. There was a cold, unreadable expression on his face as he stood his ground. “She will not be harmed,” Drax stated with finality. His voice was thick with authority, as though it was a decree, not a suggestion. “You’ve been warned.”

Camael scoffed, stepping forward slightly. “You think you can stop me, demon? I am a warrior of Heaven—”

“You are nothing more than a pawn,” Drax interrupted, his voice unwavering. The tension in the air thickened, crackling with a dark energy that seemed to swirl around him. “I won’t say it again. Leave.”

For a moment, everything stood still. The two beings, one of light and one of shadow, locked in an unspoken battle of wills. The ground beneath you seemed to tremble as the dark energy from Drax met Camael’s celestial power.

But despite the angel’s fiery glare, Camael didn’t make a move. There was something in Drax’s presence, an undeniable power that was not to be challenged. For all his arrogance, Camael knew when to retreat.

The angel’s wings flickered as he finally stepped back, unwilling to engage any further. “This is not over,” Camael spat, his voice seething with hate. “You cannot protect her forever.”

Drax didn’t flinch, his gaze unwavering as Camael spread his wings and took flight, vanishing into the sky with a blinding flash of light. Silence fell in the wake of his departure, leaving you standing, your body trembling, caught between two worlds.

As the last of the angel’s light faded, you blinked, the dark energy within you slowly simmering down, though it still burned beneath the surface. Your wings twitched again, the black feathers glinting ominously.

The dark figure—Drax—turned to you. His eyes softened slightly, though his expression remained stoic. “Are you alright?” he asked, his voice much gentler now.

You were silent for a moment, still in shock from everything that had just happened. The angel, your transformation, the sudden appearance of this demon—everything felt so surreal. But as you stared up at Drax, something about his presence, the way he was unwavering in his protection of you, made you feel an odd sense of safety.

“I… don’t know,” you muttered, your voice shaky. “What… what was that? Why did you help me?”

Drax's gaze softened ever so slightly. “I’m here to keep you safe, Princess,” he said simply, his tone devoid of emotion but carrying a weight of experience. “You have much to learn, and there are forces that want to see you destroyed. But you are not alone.”

The word Princess struck a chord in you, the significance of it making your mind reel. You had no idea what it meant, but the way Drax said it—the quiet authority in his voice—suggested something far greater than what you had imagined.

Bakugou stepped forward, a tense expression on his face. “Who the hell is this guy? Why is he calling you ‘Princess’?” He looked at you as if expecting an explanation.

You shook your head, still dazed by the events unfolding. “I… don’t know. But I don’t think he’s our enemy.”

Drax’s eyes flicked briefly to Bakugou, sizing him up, but he said nothing. His focus remained on you, the same unreadable expression on his face.

Your eyes wondered to Drax again, as allmight slowly stood behind you. “..Who are you..?”

He bowed deeply, his hand laid on top of his own heart. If he even has one.

“My name is Drax, I am the right hand man of the one who controls hell itself.” He looked up again “and you, your highness, you are the daughter of Lucifer Morningstar.”

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A/N: A very late birthday post! My birthday was this Monday and I also lost the original document where I store this story so I'm sorry for the delay! Do let me know what you thought of this chapter :DD

Heavens Prophecy (Bakugou Katsuki x Reader story)

Welcome to my newest fanfic series! I will be posting on both wattpad and here so feel free to choose which app you like most :DD

I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing this!

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She was never meant to exist.

Abandoned as a baby on U.A.’s doorstep, raised by Nezu, trained by Japan’s top heroes—her life has always been anything but normal. Too strong. Too fast. Too much. But no one questioned it. Not really.

Until now.

Something is changing. Her powers feel different, unstable—like something ancient is waking up inside her, something bigger than quirks, bigger than heroes, bigger than this world. Because with every secret she uncovers about her past, the more dangerous her future becomes. She isn’t just a threat—she’s the biggest target in the universe.

And through it all, standing right next to her, is a certain explosive blond she just can’t seem to escape… or make peace with.

Will she ever truly accept who she is—even if she hates the answer?

And when the time comes, when the weight of the universe rests in her hands, will she fight for the ones she loves… or embrace the destiny she was born for?

Stay tuned to find out ;)

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Prologue Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine

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me after opening tumblr to those spam porn bots posts when all i wanted to do was read a silly ass fanfic:

If you take requests, can I have Atsushi being comforted by the reader when hes crying because they saw him as a weretiger? Please?

Request?: yes Summery: The reader runs after Atsushi, as he lost control of his tiger form, getting hurt in the progress. Character?: Atsushi nakajima Genre: Angst to fluff

A/n: hi hi! Thank you so much for your request, it was different than most of them and I'm glad I made it! Please feel free to request more for it to be written in the near future. For now enjoy the fanfic! &lt;3

All you could think about is ‘Run as fast as you can’.

You ran through the screaming crowd, trying to reach the one you love with all your heart. Atsushi and you have been assigned with a mission, it wasn’t a difficult mission at all, but someone had did their research on the agency and their members, and all it took was a little bit of information about Atsushi’s past to get him out of control.

He had fully turned into the were tiger without ever meaning to do so

“ATSUSHI!” You screamed for him, as you used your combat skills to get onto objects like trash cans, bus stations or even cars. You needed to calm him down before anything would happen to him.

You jumped over the cars, seeing him in the distance as you received a call from none other than kunikida.

“Y/N WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING OVER THERE?” You heard him scream, as you realised this is all being broadcasted, looking up as you saw the news helicopter fly above the two of you. ‘Shit.’ You muttered, as you speed up.

“Someone got sensitive information kunikida, He went out of control and almost killed the guy have they not gotten away since I stopped Atsushi.” You explained, your legs aching while you still speed up after Atsushi, hearing more screaming people of fright.

“SECURE THE AREA FOR ME OKAY THANKS BYE-“ You rushed the call before you heard kunikida scream on the other side.

You ran as fast as your legs could, as your eyes widen, seeing Atsushi about to attack. “ATSUSHI!” You screamed as you came in between the innocent people and the tiger that was about to attack. He couldn’t stop on time, as his claw made contact with your arms, giving it a nasty scratch mark.

You screamed out in pain and held onto your arm, whimpering slightly as you saw the blood and clothes being ripped off your body.

That’s definitely going to leave a nasty scar.

“Run!” You screamed at the innocent people, as they quickly scrammed, leaving you alone with a clearly distressed tiger. “Its okay baby its okay..” You whispered softly, holding your other hand out, treating him like a cat. “Its just me, your safe Atsushi..But you have to get control again.” You put a step forward, as him bumped his nose against your hand, smelling in the scent and his pupils dilated to a normal size again, as you heard whimpers come out of his mouth.

You slowly pet him with your good hand, as you squad down.

“We have to get out of here, can I ride your back?” You asked him as he nodded gently. You hopped onto his back, leaned forward and whispered, ‘Make sure to lose the helicopter first dear”

As you guys moved like the speed of light, going directly towards the Agency.

They immediately stood their ground, as Dazai and Kunikida came to your rescue. You were bleeding quite a lot on the floor as your vision began to blur because of the amount of blood you had lost by the wound that needed treatment this instant.

You heard screaming, Dazai nullifying Atsushi’s ability, Seeing the doctors coat of Yosano flash in front of you, as you slowly fade away out of consciousness.

As everything around you became black pool of darkness.

You woke up, slightly feeling your arm being sore, as you slowly opened your eyes to adjust at the light of the room. You groaned softly, as you felt a weight at the side of your bed. You looked down, seeing a sleeping Atsushi with red puffy eyes, sleep by your side.

A sharp pain in your side snapped you back in reality, as you realised you also had been bandaged by the side of your body. 

“Your lucky it wasn’t something that touched our organs.” A sudden voice spoke as you were eye to eye with Yosano herself. “A shot like that could’ve been nasty if you weren’t here on time.” She stated, something that you nodded your head in agreement on. “He’s been worried about you, He basically cried like a small baby when I told him your state and that you were okay.” Yosano chuckled as you smiled gently, stroking his hair with the hand attached to the bandaged arm.

You heard him groan slightly, as yosano took that as a cue to get out of the room.

He slowly woke up, as you smiled softly at him, your hand on his cheek as you whispered softly. “Hi baby..” You let out a small smile as he started to cry again, His arms and body flopping on top of him. 

“Y/N!!” He sobbed, as you groaned slightly but rubbed his back and kissed his cheek gently. “Right here dear..right here..” You smiled gently, as you cupped his face, making him look at you. “Oh Y/n Im so sorry I shouldn’t have lost control and that was just- he just-“ He stuttered, trying to get his words in the right context.

You kissed him gently, immediately shutting him up. “Its okay its okay trust me it is okay-“ You stated, as he still kept crying. You hugged him close, as you guys slowly calmed down together.

“We’ll train some more sushi, you need the emotions and those powers of yours under control.” You teased him as he kept crying.

“Okay- I love you”

“I love you too”

Chapter Two

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Warning: 

The Following Story is entirely out of my imagination, I do not mean harm when writing this story with any religion or culture.

That being said, BNHA does not belong to me, any other character beside the main character does not belong to me.

English isn’t my first language, please be kind <3

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The moment class started you knew it would be heavy. Not because of the material or classes you had to take, oh no you had those in the bag. 

But because of the damn stares.

‘Not only was my entrance dramatic, but this dumbass really has a staring problem..’ She whispered to herself as she began writing down the material Aizawa was talking about. The stares of the explosive blond were glaring holes into her back. It was so bad, it felt like he was actively making holes into your body.

You looked around, half interested in what aizawa was saying but more interested in what was sitting around you.

As instructed by nezu, you sat in the far front. With besides you a sort French aesthetic kind of student, who winked at you as he noticed you looked at him. You shivered slightly, something tells you that even with his appearance you should keep a distance from him.

Behind him sat a guy with a lighting bolt in his hair, one of his hands was in his hair as the other was scribbling to keep up with aizawa, who has continued with his talk with no sign of stopping.

“Pssst” a noise krept from behind you. You turned your body slightly turning back to see a pink skinned girl staring at you with a whole lot of curiosity. “It’s so random a new student joins our class so in the middle of the school year, I’m Mina Ashido! But everyone calls me mina.”

She grinned, resting her chin on her hand as she kept her eyes locked on you. “Sooo? What’s your Quirk?” she whispered, completely ignoring the lesson happening at the front of the room.

You hesitated, not sure whether to answer with Aizawa still talking. Before you could decide, the student beside you shifted slightly. With his glittering uniform and confident smirk, he looked like he belonged on a magazine cover rather than in a classroom.

“Mina, mon cher, you’re overwhelming them,” he said smoothly, flashing you a wink. “I am Yuga Aoyama. Enchanté.”

“Yeah, yeah, we know you’re fancy,” Denki muttered from behind him, lazily spinning his pen between his fingers. “But seriously, what’s your Quirk? It’s gotta be something cool if they let you transfer into 3-A this late.”

Mina nodded eagerly, eyes gleaming. “Right?! I mean, you must be crazy strong or super smart or—”

A dry voice interrupted from the front. “Ashido. Kaminari. Do you enjoy being distractions?”

Mina’s mouth snapped shut as Aizawa’s gaze landed on her. Denki immediately straightened in his seat, eyes darting back to his notes. Aoyama, on the other hand, only gave a slow, deliberate flip of his hair before turning forward again.

The classroom settled back into silence, except for the scratching of pens against paper and the occasional creak of a chair. Mina shot you a side glance, mouthing, Tell me later.

As lunchtime approaches, you stood still with a tray of your lunch as you looked like a deer in headlights.

‘So many tables..’ You thought, as you walked around, trying to spot mina.

“OVER HERE!!” A female voice shouted as mina waved excitedly to you, trying to get you over at the lunch table.

Relieved, you quickly made your way toward Mina’s table, weaving through the maze of students. As you approached, you noticed she wasn’t alone—several of your classmates were already seated with her.

“Finally! I thought you’d get lost or something,” Mina teased as she scooted over to make room for you. “Come sit!”

You carefully placed your tray down and took a seat, still feeling a little out of place. Across from you, Denki grinned. “First lunch with the squad, huh? Big moment.”

Next to him, the spiky red head, Kirishima, gave you a friendly nod. “Don’t worry, everyone here’s cool. Except Bakubro.” He laughed, dodging a half-hearted kick from the explosive blonde sitting at the edge of the table.

“Shut up, idiot.”

You finally allowed your eyes to rest on bakugou. His blond hair was ashy and spiky, which weirdly suited him. He had broad shoulders, but to be fair everyone had that in the hero course. They trained you to the bone at U.A, she heard the teacher enough about the exams and what they plan every year.

But the thing that pulled you the most were those eyes.

Crimson eyes, with a hardend gaze.

“You have a staring problem extra?” Bakugou pulled you out of your thoughts. You smirked, clearly liking a challenge. “Should we reverse that question over to you? Hm? I saw you staring the entirely of class, not so slick dude.”

The table collectively went, "Oooooh," as they watched the interaction unfold like an intense showdown. Mina covered her mouth, barely containing her laughter, while Denki leaned in, clearly entertained. Even Kirishima, who usually played peacemaker, smirked as he watched Bakugou's reaction.

Bakugou’s eye twitched, his grip tightening around his chopsticks. “Tch. Like I’d waste my time staring at some extra like you.” He scoffed, turning his attention back to his food, but you didn’t miss the way his jaw tensed.

“Oh yeah?” You leaned on your elbow, resting your chin in your palm. “Then what’s got you so worked up, Bakugou?” You purposely dragged out his name, watching for a reaction.

Denki almost choked on his drink, and Mina had to slap his back to keep him from making a scene. “Yo, I like them,” he wheezed between coughs. “Finally, someone who isn’t scared to mess with Bakugou.”

Bakugou set his chopsticks down with a loud clack, eyes flicking back to you. “Keep running your mouth, and we’ll see how funny you are during training.” His tone was low, dangerous—yet, there was something else beneath it, something almost… intrigued.

You simply smirked, unbothered. “Looking forward to it.”

Kirishima let out a low whistle, shaking his head with a grin. “Man, you’ve got guts. Most people don’t go head-to-head with Bakugou unless they wanna get blown up.”

Mina elbowed you playfully. “Yeah, but I kinda love it! We needed some fresh energy in 3-A.”

Bakugou clicked his tongue, clearly irritated. “Like I care. If they wanna get their ass kicked, that’s their problem.” He grabbed his tray and stood up, shoving his hand into his pockets as he walked off without another word.

You watched him go, noting the slight stiffness in his posture. Interesting.

Denki leaned toward you with a conspiratorial grin. “Sooo, what’s the deal? You got a death wish, or do you just like pissing him off?”

You chuckled. “He’s easy to piss off, you can see that from a mile away” 

Mina laughed, nudging your shoulder. “Okay, okay, enough about Bakugou before he somehow hears us and explodes something.” She leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “But seriously, what’s your Quirk? You’ve been here half a day, and we still don’t know!”

The tall one with black hair and can shoot tape out of his elbow, Sero, chimed in as well. “And what’s up with you knowing all these teachers? I’ve seen them look at you-“

You laughed softly, putting your chopsticks down. “Well,” you started, “The reasons I know almost all pro heroes is because of my adoptive parent, Principal Nezu.”

Kirishima’s eyes widened, nearly dropping his drink. “Wait, what?!” he blurted out, leaning forward like he hadn’t heard you right. “You’re telling me Nezu—our Principal Nezu—is your adoptive parent? That’s insane!”

He leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table as his brows furrowed in curiosity. “Wait, hold on,” he said, eyes locked on you. “Does that mean you grew up at U.A.? Like, did you just… run around the school as a kid?”

You chuckle, “Technically I did, My quirk developed when I was around 3 years old, it was really destructive and out of control, so after classes nezu would always send someone to train with me.” You played with your food a bit, the rice going back and forth. “I trained a lot with all might, but also with endeavour, since it does resolve around fire..” You slowly turned a bit quiet, remembering a bit of the old times.

Mina’s eyes widened as she nearly dropped her chopsticks. “Wait, WHAT?!” she practically shouted, earning a few glances from nearby tables. She ignored them, leaning in closer with an excited gasp. “You trained with All Might and Endeavor? That’s not just cool—that’s, like, insane!”

She reached out and lightly shook your arm. “Dude! That’s top-tier hero training! No wonder you got into 3-A so easily!”

But then, as she watched you quietly push your rice around, her excited energy softened just a bit. She tilted her head, her big golden eyes studying you carefully. “Wait… was that, like… a good thing? Or was it, y’know, hard?”

Mina wasn’t the type to pry, but she also wasn’t the type to ignore when something felt off. So instead of bombarding you with more questions, she simply nudged you with her shoulder, offering a small, reassuring smile. “Hey, no pressure, but if training with those guys sucked, you totally have the right to say it.”

Then, as if to lighten the mood again, she smirked. “But also, real talk—was Endeavor as scary back then as he is now? Be honest.”

You sighed, “lets just say… I get why his kids aren’t talking to him anymore or at least as possible.”

Denki let out a low whistle. “Yikes. That bad, huh?”

Kirishima frowned, crossing his arms. “Man… that’s rough. I always figured he was tough, but—” he shook his head. “Doesn’t sound like the good kind of tough.”

Sero sighed, propping his chin on his hand. “Can’t say I’m surprised. The guy’s intense in all the wrong ways.”

Mina pouted, resting her cheek on her palm. “Ugh, that sucks. No kid deserves that.” Then, after a beat, she perked up. “But hey, you got out of it way cooler than him, sooo… win?”

Denki grinned. “Yeah! You turned out awesome despite all that. Kinda badass, not gonna lie.”

The table hummed in agreement, their support loud in their own way.

You smiled softly, the tension that had been building up easing out of your shoulders. You looked at the squad and laughed softly. You could get used to this

When the lunch period was finished and everyone resumed back into their respectable classrooms, aizawa announced that is was highly time to train. He stood in front of your desk, his gaze softer than normal with other students.

“You can watch if you want, but if you decide to fight than just now I won’t put you against an easy person. I know you can handle the top of the top here.”

Midoriya perked up at Aizawa’s words, turning toward you with wide eyes. “Whoa, Aizawa-sensei must really believe in your skills if he’s saying that!” His expression shifted into one of deep thought, his fingers twitching as if he wanted to start scribbling in his notebook.

“I mean, it’s rare for him to just say something like that outright… You must have already shown some serious potential for him to trust you against the strongest students in our class!” He muttered under his breath, glancing at you like he was trying to piece together a puzzle.

Mina smirked, leaning toward you. “He’s totally trying to analyze you already.”

You laughed, waving at midoriya. “I bet your quirk is just as awesome!” You compliment him, making him blush slightly and bakugou scowl. You turn your head towards him, one of your eyebrows raised to him. “What?” You started.

Bakugou clicked his tongue, arms crossed as he shot you an irritated glare. “Tch. Don’t go filling Deku’s head with crap.”

Midoriya tensed slightly. “Kacchan, that’s not—”

You slowly walked over to bakugou, your hands on top of his desk. “What, did I bruise your ego or something?”

The class collectively oohed at your boldness, while Mina practically vibrated with excitement.

Bakugou’s eye twitched, his scowl deepening. “Like hell I care. Just don’t go acting like Deku’s some big deal.” He jabbed a thumb at himself. “If you’re gonna be impressed by someone, it should be me.”

You rolled your eyes, which caused bakugou to stand up and slightly tower over you. “Wow, that was so not insecure at all. Cry me a river bakugou.”

Bakugou stood up straighter, his glare now intense as he leaned over his desk, his hands planted firmly on the edge. “You think you can talk to me like that, huh?” His voice was low and filled with a dangerous edge. “I’ll make you regret that, extra.”

“I can’t hear you, blasty.” You grinned up at him.

“Enough.” Aizawa shouted, making everyone halt in their position. “If you two want to fight, then do it. Take it to the training area.”

The class was silent, all eyes on you both as the tension crackled.

Bakugou’s lips curled into a sneer, his fists clenched tightly. “You think you can actually keep up, huh? Don’t cry when I wipe the floor with you.”

You stood your ground, unfazed by his words. "Don’t worry, I’ll leave you in the dust where you belong.”

Aizawa sighed, and shook his head. “These kids will be the death of me..”

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Hii how are you doing? In case you still accept requests (if you dont than you can just ignore this its ok), I saw that rope with pm boss dazai, so I thought that i could ask something similar too. So there is this scenario where pm mafia dazai is in love with this female executive. He has known her for quite a lot of time now. Since he met her, the day when dazai entered the mafia and back at that time, she was a little bit older than him, maybe 3 years or so. Since then, he had a crush on her but wanted to wait until he became older to confess his feelings, but now hes pretty mature and wants to finally do it. His crush is a very cold and bloodykiller, but at the same time lovley and nurturing towards the ones she loves, including dazai. I hope this wasnt an awkward request, and for any grammar mistake i apolagize, english isnt my first lenguage. Other than that, wish you a great day 💜💜💜

request?: yes Summery: The cold, loyal and bloodykiller of the port mafia, gets swayed by the demon prodigy. Genre: fluff

A/N: Aaaa! this was so fun to write thank you so much for the request! I'm sorry if it took a while, I have been busy trying to juggle my life with me starting my new life and school + work as well. But I hope it satisfies your needs and If I made some spelling errors please let me know cause I did try my best- I promise- Anyways enjoy the fanfic!

The Interest In you started a few years ago, some months later after Dazai had Joined the Port mafia. Dazai was talking towards Mori, planning out future attacks as Mori has allowed him too, as part of his training back then.

That’s when you walked in, your stare cold as ice, as your combat boots could be heard clearly. Paperwork in your hand, as Dazai noticed he fell a little quiet when her gaze connected with his figure. “I’ve filled in the rest of my paperwork, Boss.” Your voice was as sharp as a knife, as you looked straight into the eyes of the boss. “Ah, Wonderfull, Y/n, Meet our newest Member of the mafia, The one who I will be lecturing and training, Dazai Osamu.” You gave a nod out of respect, not knowing what he was capable was, or what he was capable of doing. The boss had chose him for a reason, has he not? “Its very nice to meet you, in a shitty place like this, Dazai.” You really did spark up his interest. From that day forward, he was always surrounding you, His antics make you irritated but also enjoying the company. Since your one of the highest executives next to the boss, a lot of people feared you. But he seemed to pay no mind to your position, instead he seemed rather curious about you.

That really made you fond of him, as he and you were inseparable. The mafia wasn’t anything that works in the light, but dazai made your world a little brighter. So, when he indeed got the same position as you did, you were over the moon, as that meant he would be working more together with you.

But of course, you being you, acted cold on it.

“Y/nnnnnnn” Dazai whined as he entered your office, the suppliers you’ve been talking too basically getting startled by his behaviour and immediately bowed down. You on the other hand, just chuckled while looking at him. “Osamu, congrationlation must be in order for getting the executive position, growing up so fast-“ You teased him, which made him chuckle.

“No need to be so formal Y/n, besides I need someone to help me annoy Chuuya! Come onnnnn, it will be fun! You can just let someone else do your work!” 

You sighed and smiled at the boy, laughing a bit. “Alright alright! I’m coming!” He beamed at your answer, as he grabbed your hand, desperately dragging you away, making the both of you guys smile a little.

Those smiles didn’t last for long though.

As years went on, Dazai got promoted to be the next Port mafia boss, after all He slit Mori’s throat with the same staple Mori used on the previous boss. Only you knew better though, as he had told you he sent Mori off, making him start his own orphanage.

You became someone he trusted into this mafia, and together he and you became the most powerful duo of the mafia, besides Him and Chuuya of course.

And That’s where you stand, years later, standing next to your partner and boss, as he scolds yet another group of workers for not doing their job correctly, they might not even be alive by the end of the day, but you never know with dazai. He sighed when the workers stepped out of the room, nodding at one of the guards at the door, as he heard yelling and screaming when the other guard closed the door. Dazai leaned back on his hair and groaned. “I’m paying idiots to do the jobs.” He whined as you just let out a soft chuckle, walking to the little table with paperwork.

“That’s the job Samu.” You teased, as he just softly glared at you, which made you let out a giggle. He looked over at you, signalling you to come closer to him. In curiosity, you did. “You have a nice laugh Y/n.” He complimented you, as his hand sneaked around your waist, making you slightly blush at the contact.

“I know you knew about my..attraction about me Y/n.” His word were flirty, as he pulled you up on his lap. “And by the look of your pretty face, I think you feel the same way.” He teased, as you just rolled your eyes, a soft chuckle escaping from your lips. “So, My question is..”

“Do you like me now?” 

He was close, way to close.

But you didn’t move away, all you did was slowly close the gap between you and him. Your hands holding his face as his arms were around your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss began to turn into a steamy one.

“Boss we exposed the bodie-“ One of the guards came in, without warning, and before he knew it, there was a dagger inches away from his face. The color of his face turned white as soon as he saw his life flash before his eyes.

“We were in the middle of something.” You stated Coldly, as you saw him gulp, shaking a bit in his legs, showing your true identity towards him. He yelped and quickly shut the door, the dagger still stuck on the door itself.

Dazai looked at you with a soft chuckle, “well then!”

“Where were we~?”

Hiii! I have a BSD request! Its a bot dark but its related to something that Ive been working through lately. Can you do as many bsd characters as you can reacting to their S/O getting emotional on their birtgday because they "didn't think they would make it this far"? Like they struggled with severe depression and suicidal thoughts/SH in their childhood and honestly didn't expect to make it to the age they are now? Its almost my birthday and I've been struggling with the same thing so i wanted some fluff with my favorite characters to help me through it! :) thank you so much!

Request?: yes Summery: Characters reacting on you getting emotional during your birthday Characters?: Dazai, Atsushi, Kunikida, Yosano, Chuuya, akutugawa, Fyodor and Nikolai. Genre: Angst, but mostly fluff.

A/n: Hey hey! I hope I did this on time before your birthday where ever you are- Happy birthday! I hope your doing well and got/ are getting the help you need. If anything my dms are open just for a nice talk if you ever feel lonely, and I'm proud of you of how far you've come. My dm's are open for you and anyone else in need! Anyways I hope you enjoy this fanfic

Dazai Osamu:

Obviously this man, would want you to have the best birthday of your whole entire life.

I mean, he probs didn't have any good birthdays considering his years of the mafia and how Mori had treated him over the years.

So when he knew that your birthday was coming up, he was planning it all carefully.

He got the perfect gifts, the cake, everything was done by the day it arrived.

So when you were alone with him, as he smiled at you, saying "Happy birthday belladonna!" with such a loving tone while carrying the cake (No he didn't bake it himself please don't let him in the kitchen-) You just started to cry.

He slightly panicked, cause we all know he isn't the best when it comes to human emotions.

He carefully set down the cake on the table as he hugged you, kissing on top of your head once in a while letting you cry in his chest

He carefully asks what's wrong, as you explains about your past and what you've been struggling with.

He frowned at the thought of his lover struggling so badly in life, relating to it himself. He cupped your face, and kissed your nose gently.

"I'm glad you're here, cause my birthday girl makes me the happiest man on earth."

Cue the water works again-

Atsushi Nakajima:

Sweet baby Jesus this poor baby-

He has absolutely no idea just him waking you up with breakfast on bed would automatically result into you crying badly in bed

"I-I'M SORRY! DID I DO SOMETHING WRONG-?"

He panicking please make sure to make sure he knows its not his fault.

as you explain to him what exactly happened, with you talking about your past, he can't help but get sad himself.

He loves you dearly and he doesn't want you to feel this way ever again.

He makes sure you will have the best day of your life

"let's go out! My treat!" He smiles brightly, that stupid dorky smile you absolutely adore.

Let's just say you feel extremely loved that day

Kunikida doppo:

Watch this man have your birthdays for the upcoming 10 years planned out completely-

He is a planning maniac after all😭

That's his love language though, act of service and for his partner he would gladly do so-

So he woke you up at 7 am in the morning cause of all the activities he had planned for you

"Y/n, wake up we have to leave in 15 minutes for your birthday activities."

"doppo its like 7 in the morning please-"

But after progressing the work he all did for you, going to your favourite restaurant, having everything you ever wanted ready for you, you couldn't help but cry silently with a smile while looking at him

This dude got caught of guard by your tears

You quickly had to explain that it was because of whatever was playing in the past

He looked at you with a sad look when you were done explaining

"Those times are over now dear, You've made it this far, You did it and I'm proud of you

Yosano akiko:

This absolute queen prepared everything besides her busy schedule, bless her heart-

She took you to the cafe beneath the agency, smiling gently as she let someone from the cafe bring out the cake with a small candle on it.

"Happy birthday my love" She chirped, as she had settled the gifts for you besides her.

Cue the water work from your end-

Being a doctor and all, she also took a hobby on studying people on the daily, so seeing how you reacted, she smiled gently and pulled you in a hug, letting you cry on top of her.

You told her about your past, as she listened carefully.

"Your safe and sound now Y/n, I love you"

Chuuya Nakahara:

Money money money-

he ain't scared to spoil you rotten with love on your birthday.

He cares a lot about the people he cares about and would do everything to protect them, especially the love of his life.

he took you on top of a rooftop somewhere in the city, watching the stars as he gifted you tons of gifts

Your bright smile couldn't distract him from the tears rolling down your cheeks

He cupped your face in worry, as you explained the reason why you were crying.

His face was slightly angry, not at you, but at the people who possibly could've cost this mind set.

"don't worry princess, I'll protect you with my life, now come on lets open another present."

Akutugawa ryunosuke:

He's interesting alright-

he never really had the best life, but he really wants to make you feel loved, even if he finds it hard to express it.

You don't really mind how he is, and you know how hard he tries.

So when he was done with work, and came at your doorstep with flowers in his hands, your favourite flowers, and your favourite snacks in a basket for your birthday, You began crying of happiness.

He immediately thought he did something wrong

please tell him its not him-

You explained your past and why you began crying, and he couldn't really help but feel bad for you

He set the gifts down on the table, and kissed your forehead gently

"You're fine and alive now, and thats what matters to me, You being happy and alive.

Fyodor dostoyevsky:

This man, with dazai, confuse me and interest me all at the same time-

He would not be the best with you crying, as he hardly really shows any sorts of sadness, guilt, rage, etc etc.

he does try his best though!

His reaction to you crying cause of your birthday is just to stand there, not knowing what to do-

eventually he just lets you cry and pats your head gently as you slowly start explaining why you are crying right now

He does feel bad for you, but he just pulled you closer to him as he let you rest on top of him.

"No need to worry about those days anymore Y/n, you got through them."

Nikolai Gogol:

This man was more excited than you were over your birthday-

legit jumping next to your bed to wake you up and open his gifts

and goddamn did he get a lot for you

he had prepared anything you could dream off, as he looked at you like a puppy waiting for his reward.

what he didn't expect was you to full on cry.

he quickly turned into a Serious Nikolai and pulled you in a hug.

You explained while crying about your past and reasons and he just held you even closer.

"I'll be here for you, always and forever, till death does us part."

Can I request a scenario where dazai asking reader "Can I get my best friend back?" Basically wanting to be friends again with the reader ( dazai broke up with her few months back, reader kinda ignores dazai. )

Request?: Yes Summery?: Dazai Had broken up with the reader, which lead into months of torture for both you, him, and your loved ones. Character? Dazai Osamu Genre: Angst to fluff, Hurt to comfort.

A/N: I am Alive, Its been a little while since I posted something, been concentrating mostly on my school. I do get the notifications of you guys reading my stuff and Im upmost grateful that you guys had boosted my Story to 160 Reads, Its amazing knowing people like my stuff. Well Then, I have my other Fanfic ready to go! I hope you guys like this one too.

God the air around you felt like a weight of a thousand Wales.

You couldn’t breath. It was suffocating around you, It has been for a whole while now since the incident when it came towards your Boyfriend, Ex boyfriend now.

The love of your life broke up with you, and In all Honesty,

It had broke you in any way possible.

You were In love With Dazai Osamu, and when you were around him, It really showed when you both were at work. 

You guys looked amazing, The atmosphere felt amazing and You loved working in the agency. Now? It just felt like a tiring request to get out of bed everyday, especially seeing your ex everyday at work, (Even though he didn’t stay long, It was either him being gone, or You leaving early so you wouldn’t talk to him.)

You completely ignored him, as much as you could ignore him.

And today wasn’t any exception too.

“And That’s sums it up for this mission. Dazai, L/n, You will be working together on this case, I trust you two can do that?” It suddenly sounded like a Nightmare, when the president assigned you on a case with, Him.

You immediately stood up, your hands both slammed on the table, as everyone could feel the room shift.

You looked at the president, “I’m sorry Sir, with all due respect, I can’t work with him. Even If our abilities together work the best.” You looked at Dazai, Catching something nobody was suppose to catch in his eyes.

Hurt.

He was deeply hurt but hiding it for the public.

Your voice cracked slightly. “I can’t work with him.”

And with that, you took a heavy breath, and before everyone could stop you, you walked right outside again, You couldn’t possibly be in the same room as the Man you love, The man you still are deeply in love with, especially with you ignoring him for the past months or so.

Walking out that meeting room, distressed, You quickly stumbled downstairs and outside of the building, shaking slightly as you just realised you went out of line with your boss.

“Y/n.” You heard a voice behind you that made you freeze.

You turned around seeing him stand there

The man You want to despise yet you can’t help but love him.

“What.” You Said Coldly. “Why have you been ignoring me?” Dazai asked you, and you could just punch that pretty face of him for asking that.

“Why? WHY? Oh Os-Dazai you Know exactly why. You broke up with me, You broke my heart and you expect me to just, What? Go back and be friends again? No can do sorry not sorry.” You spoke against him, as you quickly recovered from saying his first name, totally ignoring the fact he said yours.

Dazai looked at you, the height difference showing, as you felt so small compared to him, as he looked down on you. “I made a stupid mistake..” He whispered, You not noticing his hand being placed on the back of your lower back, holding you in place, not minding his touch as much as you wished you did mind.

“I was, I am scared Y/n, I come from a dangerous place, dangerous people and a lot of people who want to destroy me, use me, They can try with me but..” He paused a little, his voice becoming smaller, “..I can’t risk you, I want you to be mine but I can’t risk it..”

Your eyes widen at the confession, feeling his tremble a bit, and with that, you relaxed as you put a hand against his cheek, as he gently leaned in. “Please..I need you..” He whispered softly, his emotions finally getting through, as you nodded too.

“I need you too..” You finally confessed, as you now fully held his face, the smallest smile on your face. 

He leaned closer down, and your lips finally connects with his.

The start is fresh, and maybe that’s just what you two needed.

Do you have a rules page or any guidelines for requesting ?

your very free to ask whatever you want! I do have a few rules, but those are kinda the basics, just decent human being rules

Scroll all the way down at this post and you’ll see the few rules I put in :D

Thank you for asking though <33

Okay My god I am alive, I think I started this account like last summer? I wanna try and write again, and since I’m obsessed with Miguel O’Hara at the moment, I would love to write more marvel scenarios 😔

Give me some fresh miguel and others of the spiderverse requests guyss😩