Chapter Two

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Bungou Stray dogs

Head canons: reacting to their S/O crying on their birthday Having a Ghost S/O interacting with their wan selfs

Dazai Osamu: Head canons: S/O poured bleach into their eyes Stories: "Please. I need you."

Chuuya Nakahara: headcanons: A s/o who can also wield Gravity S/O poured bleach into their eyes

Atsushi Nakjima: stories: "no matter how much you'll hurt me, I won't leave"

Beast Universe:

Beast Dazai: Stories: "A Little brighter in a dark place" "Chuuya knows" “Do you like me now?”

Other Au's

~nothing yet~

Marvel universe

Tony Stark: Head canons: Stark! reader poured bleach into their eyes Stories: ''I'm proud of you kiddo''

Peter parker: Head canons: S/O poured bleach into their eyes

Stranger things

Steve Harrington: Head canons: S/O poured bleach into their eyes Eddie munson: Head canons: S/O poured bleach into their eyes

Genshin Impact

Tartaglia: Head canons: S/O poured Bleach into their eyes

Beidou: Head canons: S/O poured bleach into their eyes

The DC universe

The Joker: Head canons: S/O poured bleach into their eyes

Harley Quinn: Head canons: S/O poured bleach into their eyes

Elvis Presley

Elvis Head canons: S/O Poured bleach into their eyes

Chapter Five

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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 tension in the air is awkward. It always happens when you walk into the room.

After the incident, you sat in your designated seat. You didn’t dare look any of them in the eye, especially bakugou. You had time to reflect a lot on you losing control and having burned him a lot.

Everyone ignores you too.

You noticed of course, when everyone becomes quiet when you enter. You didn’t blame them, you would have done the exact same thing if you were in their position. But it was still a bummer,

You were just started making friends

Lunch used to be one of your favorite times of the day. Now, it was unbearable.

You sat in your usual spot, tray untouched, eyes locked on the table in front of you. The low hum of chatter filled the cafeteria, but it felt distant—like you were hearing it from underwater. You knew it wasn’t a coincidence that no one sat directly next to you.

Even Kaminari, who usually had no concept of personal space, was two seats away, nervously shoving rice into his mouth without looking in your direction.

You sighed, pushing a piece of food around your plate with your chopsticks. It’s not like you didn’t understand. You did. You had lost control—almost hurt people. If you were them, you’d be wary too.

Still, it stung.

You finally glanced up, scanning the room. Yaoyorozu was whispering to Jirou, who subtly glanced your way before looking back at her food. Iida was speaking with Midoriya, but his usual hand gestures were stiffer than normal. Even Uraraka, who had always been warm and welcoming, only gave you a small, uncertain smile when your eyes met.

And then there was Bakugou.

He was sitting a few tables away with Kirishima and Sero, his back to you. You hadn’t spoken since the incident—not really. His burns had healed quickly thanks to Recovery Girl, but that didn’t mean you forgot the way his suit had practically melted off his skin, the way he had looked at you in those final moments.

Like he wasn’t sure if you were still you.

The memory made your stomach twist, so you quickly looked away.

You felt his eyes burn into you as you stood up, students whispering as they looked at your every move. Of course everyone knows, rumours spread quick here. You barely made it past the cafeteria doors before a hand grabbed your wrist, halting you in place.

Your body tensed immediately—you didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

“Oi.”

That rough, familiar voice sent a shiver down your spine. Not out of fear, but something else. Something you weren’t ready to name.

You swallowed and slowly turned, meeting Bakugou’s intense gaze. His red eyes were locked onto yours, unreadable. He wasn’t scowling, but he wasn’t exactly looking at you with his usual irritation, either.

It was something different.

“What?” you muttered, trying to sound unaffected.

Bakugou narrowed his eyes. For a second, he didn’t speak. Then, his grip on your wrist loosened, but he didn’t let go completely. “You gonna keep walkin’ around like a ghost forever?”

You stiffened, glancing away. “It’s none of your business.”

“Tch.” He clicked his tongue, clearly annoyed, but there was no real heat behind it. “Dumbass, I ain’t gonna let you mope around like some kicked dog. You think I give a shit about what happened?”

Your head snapped up, eyes widening slightly. “What?”

He scoffed. “You think you’re the first person to screw up? You think I haven’t—” He cut himself off, scowling. “Whatever. Point is, stop actin’ like everyone’s scared of you.”

You let out a humorless laugh. “Aren’t they?”

Bakugou held your gaze, his jaw clenching. “I’m not.” Something about the way he said it, so blunt and firm, made your chest tighten.

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

Then, he huffed and finally let go of your wrist. “Get your shit together,” he muttered before brushing past you, hands shoved in his pockets.

You stood there, staring at his back as he walked away, the warmth of his grip still lingering on your skin. A small sudden smile leaving your lips, It felt like a small weight got lifted off your shoulders.

He might be a secret softy after all.

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“She’s moving into the dorms today” Aizawa stated in the living area, where whole class 3-A was gathered today. “I want her to feel welcomed. Just because she lost control of her quirk, doesn’t mean you should treat her any less.” He spoke with a stern voice.

“I have seen how you have been treating her and I got to say, I’m disappointed.” He sighed, beginning to walk away. “After all, true heroes would never judge” He spoke as he disappeared into his own private living area, leaving the students alone with his words and their thoughts.

The common area was unusually quiet when you stepped in, arms wrapped around a box filled with your belongings, suitcase rolling unevenly behind you. You didn’t expect a warm welcome, not after everything that had happened, but the sheer weight of the silence still pressed uncomfortably against your chest.    

You kept your head down, moving quickly toward the elevator. Just get to your room. Don’t make it worse.  

“Ah—Wait!” 

You nearly flinched when Midoriya’s voice rang out. He was already moving toward you, hands outstretched, as if hesitating to offer help. His eyes were the same as always—full of that ridiculous, unwavering kindness.  

“Here, let me take that,” he said, reaching for the box in your arms. You hesitated. “I—uh—”  “Don’t drop it, nerd,” came another voice, rough and exasperated. You turned just in time to see Bakugou stomp forward, scowl deep as ever. Before you could react, he grabbed the handle of your suitcase, yanking it from your grasp like it was his own.  

Your mouth opened, then closed again.  “What?” he grumbled, barely looking at you. “You were struggling with it.” “I wasn’t—”  

“Oh, so you wanted to carry all this yourself?”  

You clenched your jaw, but before you could respond—“Kacchan, you don’t have to be so rude about it,” Midoriya said with a sigh, shifting the box in his arms. “Shut it, Deku.”  

“I was just saying—”  “Tch. Who asked you, huh?”  

Midoriya rolled his eyes. “You’re literally helping her too, Kacchan.”  

Bakugou stiffened like he’d been electrocuted. “I—That’s not—Shut the hell up!” You blinked, caught somewhere between confusion and reluctant amusement. Midoriya sighed again, clearly used to this routine. “Come on, let’s just get her stuff upstairs.”  

Bakugou grumbled something under his breath but didn’t argue, already stomping toward the elevator with your suitcase. Midoriya gave you a small, reassuring smile before following after him.   You stood there for a second, processing.  

Your eyes slowly watering but smiling softly. You quickly wiped them away as they brought you to your dorm room. You looked around, as you noticed midoriya standing there, watching you. “I-If you don’t mind me asking, how..how did you lose control..?”

You looked at both bakugou and midoriya, as you sat on the bed. “I don’t know I just..” You fiddled with your rings. All I can remember is just straight rage..”

You looked at your hands. Blurred memories flashing in your head, as you lit up the flame slightly. The boys looked at you, carefully studying your expressions. “I’ve never felt my quirk like this before.” You looked up at them, “It was raw, but it also felt like…” You trailed off.

“More like myself. I have never felt more in touch with myself before than that day.”

Bakugou scoffed. “That’s a load of crap. You either control your quirk or you don’t.” But there was no real bite in his tone—just curiosity.

“Maybe..” Midoriya looked at the both of them. “I think- Are you certain its a quirk?” He rambled, his hands moving fast as he got nervous. “I-I mean! T-Think about it-! Mr Aizawas Quirk didn’t work-! And H-His quirk always works!!” 

You didn’t realise that you’ve been standing up, and slightly hovering over him as he scrunched down. “What do you mean aizawas quirk didn’t work?”

Silence settled over the room, thick and heavy. Midoriya swallowed hard, his fingers twitching as his mind raced to piece everything together.

“I-I mean exactly that,” he stammered, eyes darting between you and Bakugou. “Aizawa-sensei tried to erase your quirk during the incident, but… nothing happened.”

You blinked. Your heartbeat quickened. “That’s not possible,” you muttered. “His quirk has worked on me before.”

Midoriya nodded frantically. “That’s what I’m saying! It should have worked—but it didn’t. Not even for a second.” He exhaled sharply, trying to calm himself down. Bakugou scoffed, crossing his arms. “That’s bullshit. She’s had a quirk since day one. What the hell else could it be?”

Silence settled in the room again, but this time no one knew the answer.

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You kept tossing and turning in your bed that night. 

You kept tossing and turning, the sheets tangled around you, your mind racing with thoughts you couldn’t escape. No matter how hard you tried to push them away, they clawed their way back—Aizawa’s quirk not working, the raw power you had felt, Midoriya’s worried expression.

What if he was right? What if this wasn’t just your quirk evolving?

Every time you closed your eyes, flickers of that moment returned. The heat, the certainty, the overwhelming sense that something had shifted inside you. It didn’t feel foreign. It didn’t feel wrong. It felt… like you had only just begun to wake up.

With a frustrated sigh, you sat up, running a hand through your hair. The moonlight streamed through your window, casting pale light over your room. Instinctively, your fingers traced over the burn mark on your palm.

With a huff, you threw off the covers and got to your feet. If sleep wouldn’t come, you might as well do something useful. The energy buzzing under your skin was unbearable, like a fire begging to be unleashed.

Slipping on your training gear, you made your way outside, careful not to wake anyone. The training grounds were deserted at this hour—just how you wanted it. No distractions. No eyes watching.

The second your feet hit the mat, you ignited your flames. They roared to life instantly, more intense than ever, licking up your arms as if responding to your frustration. You took a deep breath and got to work—punches, kicks, controlled bursts of fire. Each movement was sharp, deliberate, fueled by the gnawing uncertainty in your chest.

Faster. Harder. Stronger.

The heat around you thickened, sweat dripping down your temple as you pushed your body past its limits. The raw power felt good—too good. Your control wavered, flames surging higher, burning brighter.

“Oi. What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

You froze, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

Bakugou stood at the entrance of the training grounds, arms crossed, his sharp crimson eyes locked onto you. His usual scowl was there, but something else lingered beneath it—concern.

“You tryna burn the whole damn place down?” he scoffed, stepping closer. “Or are you just that much of a dumbass that you think overworking yourself in the middle of the night is a good idea?”

You wiped the sweat from your brow, meeting his gaze. “I couldn’t sleep.”

“Tch. No shit.” He eyed the scorch marks on the ground, then back at you. “Your flames are different.”

You swallowed, flexing your fingers as the fire dimmed. “I know.”

Silence stretched between you before you crossed your arms, tilting your head at him. “And what about you?” you questioned, narrowing your eyes. “What the hell are you doing awake?”

Bakugou clicked his tongue, looking away for half a second before scoffing. “That’s none of your damn business.”

You raised a brow. “Oh, so it’s okay for you to call me a dumbass for being out here, but not the other way around?”

“Tch. Shut up.” He shoved his hands in his pockets, his jaw tightening. “I wasn’t sleeping either.”

That made you pause.

You had expected a brush-off, an insult, maybe even an explosion—but not honesty.

Your arms loosened slightly. “Bad dreams?” He clicked his tongue again, looking off to the side. “Something like that.”

A beat of silence.

Then, with a sharp breath, Bakugou rolled his shoulders and dropped into a stance, popping his knuckles. “You wanna push yourself? Fine. But you’re not gonna do it like an idiot.” His eyes flickered with something unreadable. “Let’s train.”

You exhaled, rolling your shoulders before mirroring his stance. “Fine,” you muttered, tightening your fists. “But don’t go easy on me.”

Bakugou smirked, a flicker of excitement flashing in his eyes. “As if I ever would.”

Without warning, he lunged. You barely had time to react before he was in your space, throwing a quick, testing jab toward your ribs. You twisted just in time, flames sparking at your fingertips as you countered with a sharp kick aimed at his side. He dodged, a small explosion bursting from his palm as he propelled himself backward.

“Your reaction time’s slow,” he taunted. “You hesitated.”

You scoffed, wiping sweat from your brow. “Yeah? You talk too much.”

A burst of fire shot from your hands as you lunged forward, feinting left before twisting at the last second, aiming a punch toward his shoulder. But he was ready. He caught your wrist, the heat from your flames barely phasing him, and yanked you off balance. You hit the mat with a grunt, the impact knocking the air from your lungs.

“See? Hesitated again.” He smirked, offering a hand. “You’re thinking too much.”

You glared up at him but took his hand anyway, letting him pull you up. “Maybe I wouldn’t be if someone wasn’t barking in my ear every two seconds.”

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well, get over it.” His smirk faded slightly as he crossed his arms, eyeing you with something close to curiosity. “You’ve been weird lately.”

You tensed. “Gee, thanks.”

“I mean it, dumbass,” he shot back. “You’re holding back, but at the same time, you’re not. It’s like you don’t even know your own power right now.”

You hesitated, looking down at your hands. “Maybe I don’t.”

Bakugou frowned, silent for a moment. Then he scoffed. “Tch. That’s dumb. You do.”

Your eyes snapped up to him. “What?”

His gaze was steady, unwavering. “You’re acting like you’re lost or some shit, but I’ve seen you fight. I’ve seen how you move, how you burn.” His voice was firm, like he was stating an undeniable fact. “This isn’t about not knowing your power. It’s about you being too scared to accept it.”

You opened your mouth, then closed it. The worst part? He wasn’t wrong.

Something had changed inside you, something deeper than just your quirk. But you weren’t sure if you were ready to face what that really meant.

Bakugou clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “You wanna figure this out? Then stop overthinking and fight like you mean it.” He popped his knuckles again, dropping back into his stance. “Now get up. We’re not done.”

You let out a slow breath, rolling your shoulders.“Fine,” you muttered, flames sparking to life once more.

Bakugou’s smirk widened as he watched the fire in your eyes finally match the flames in your hands. “That’s more like it.”

The two of you circled each other, the air between you charged with something electric—something unspoken. You didn’t know if it was the heat from your flames or the sheer intensity of his presence, but in that moment, nothing else existed. Just the fight. Just the fire.

You lunged first, no hesitation this time. Bakugou met you head-on, explosions igniting in his palms as the battle between you burned into the night.

And through it all, that damn smirk never left his face.

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A/N: I didn't abandon this story I promise!! I've been really busy and my birthday is next week so I'm prepping for that! Hope you enjoyed :)

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in your dazai fic you mentioned a sibling relationship with chuuya. can you write a bit about it? cause I just love the concept of "overprotective big brother chuuya that hates the fact his little sister is dating none other than fucking dazai"

Pm boss! dazai x reader: "Chuuya knows"

Request?: Yes Summery: Chuuya being the overprotective brother type he is after catching the reader and dazai make out. Genre: Fluff

A/N: HI! Omg thank you for asking me to write this, Im obsessed with the overprotective brother Chuuya and Reader who's technically an Nakahara! (secretly also have a soft spot for Chuuya hihi-) Hope you enjoy this fanfic!

You smiled gently, as you walk through the hallways of the port mafia building. It’s been a few weeks since the kiss with Dazai and by now you two grew towards each other, only natural to start a relationship with one another.

Certainly now, since Dazai was the boss, he could provide extra protection when needed.

You walked through the hallways, people lowering their head and slightly bowing at your direction, a sign of respect, (or fear you never know what the boss could do to you).

You have just carried out some arrangements in name of the boss, In secret, since you have seen the piles of papers he fills in daily.

It wasn’t the biggest deal of arrangements and you knew he would just dismiss it, not wanting to deal with it. There was a traitor amongst the port mafia, not necessary the kind that kills, but the kind that slacks off and keep half the money the port mafia earns for themselves, and you know he wouldn’t like to see that.

So, to make this business work and make the people not forget what would happen if you messed with the higher ups, you decided to take measure into your own hands.

It worked obviously, as you have successfully executed the person who cost the port mafia a fortune, taking the money that belongs to the mafia and his personal money, who should spend it? Not his family, as you figured out he didn’t have a family of his own.

You smiled at yourself as the memory of the phone call you received suddenly played in your head

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You were on your balcony, looking over at the streets of yokohama, surprisingly having the night off, as your phone suddenly started ringing.

“Hello?” You answered, chuckling as you heard the familiar voice speak from the other line of the phone.

“Some rumours told me you were going after the asshole thats costing us a lot of money, bold move right under that mackerels nose, don’t you think?” The familiar voice of Chuuya made you smile, immediately letting your guard down.

“Don’t worry about him Chu, he might be able to hurt others, but knowing him, he would only worship the ground I walk over when he finds out I’m basically saving this hell hole” You teased as you heard a cackle from Chuuya’s end.

“Yeah Yeah, Well, I’m glad its you, not someone else, Wouldn’t dream to thank someone like Ace for example” Chuuya’s voice sounded a little disgusted, making you chuckle once again.

“Don’t worry, I got this, now, if you have time come over? I just bought an expensive bottle of wine and I just wanted to try it ou-“

“Fuck yeah count me in.” He interrupts you as he hang up, making you laugh softly at his antics, he will never change when it comes to wine.

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You entered the Office of the boss from the port mafia, as Dazai was just filling in his paperwork, looking up from the piles and piles he had to do. He looked up from his papers, as the door behind you closed and you slowly approached him. His Eyes turned gentle for a moment, as he chuckled.

“Couldn’t stay away from me to long huh Bella?” He teased and you just rolled your eyes with a small smile. “For your information, I was dealing with an situation all day, It sounds like your the one who missed me, didn’t you huh?” You teased, as a small smirk covered his lips, his attention completely onto you.

“A situation you say? Might tell me what that was about.” He asked curiously, as you explained everything you what you did under his nose. His expression growing from caught of guard to a smirk.

“And the money should be right into the bank account.” You smirked, as the familiar ding could be heard from his phone. He laughed as he pulled you onto his lap, holding your chin up.

“You little Brat, doing this right under my nose hm? How could I ever thank you huh?” He smirked, as you leaned in a little. “Hmmm maybe perhaps, this could be my thank you” Your voice gentle and husky, as you kissed him, which he happily returned, one of his hands on your cheek, cupping the side of your face as he deepens the kiss.

“Mackerel I got the- HEY WHAT ARE YOU DOING SNOGGING HER FACE OFF HUH? SINCE WHEN ARE YOU GUYS A THING?!” The sudden voice of Chuuya made you two pull away, the smallest blush covering your face as you guys have been caught.

“Chuuya! Not the best delight to see, Have you ever heard of knocking?” Dazai’s teasing voice spoke as he just held you down by the waist, even closer towards him. 

Chuuya slammed the paperwork down on the desk, and half climbed on top of it, pulling dazai’s tie. “I EXPECTED NOTHING MORE FROM YOU FOR FUCKS SAKE” He screamed into dazai’s face as he put on a not so amused face.

“Be happy its had not gone any furth-“ “DIE YOU ASSHOLE-“

You just smiled, laughing while they bickered like old times.

You’ll definitely be alright with them by your side.

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 One

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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 first thing you remember are Nezu’s words."You are special.” He had whispered it one night as he tucked you in, his small, warm paw brushing against your cheek. Nezu had always told you the story of how he found you—an infant left at the gates of U.A., wrapped in midnight-colored silk, staring up at him with eyes too knowing for a child."You came like a blessing I didn’t deserve."

He had raised you with unwavering care, but even as he doted on you, he never shielded you from the truth."But with being special comes great danger."His small claws had pushed your bangs back as he kissed your forehead. "Remember, little light, while you shine, you will inspire others."

You weren’t like the other children. You developed your quirk faster than anyone had expected. And where you walked, destruction followed. Small flames flickered across your palms, a deep, unnatural blue that earned the name hellfire. It didn’t just burn—it consumed.

And so, Nezu made sure you were trained by the best before you could even ride a bike. You grew up surrounded by Pro Heroes, raised on the battlefield before you ever stepped into a classroom. Endeavour took the lead in honing your flames—his brutal, relentless training pushing you past your limits. Even as a child, you could sense the weight he carried, the bitterness in his voice when he told you to do better, be stronger. The burns on your body were proof of his expectations.

But All Might was always there. He was different. Where Endeavor taught you to endure pain, All Might taught you to rise above it. His lessons weren’t just about strength, but about hope, about what it meant to be a hero. About what it meant to be good.

“Remember Young one, only you will decide if you either become good or destroy others”

You always liked All might, even now as you helped him more and more. As his powers took a toll on his body and sometimes couldn’t do the basic things, you were there like a shadow. Besides Nezu, he was like a father to you. And that’s why when he brought the news with Nezu it felt like a dad’s telling his daughter bad news.

“You will enrol in our school, starting tomorrow.” Nezu had stated, the small blue flame in your hand suddenly dying out fast as you slammed your hand on the table. “Why?! I know the rules of the hero society better than anyone!”

“You might know the rules and laws of the society, but you don’t know the society” All mights spoke gently. “In order to become a great hero, you should also connect with other heroes, which you haven’t done since you’ve been homeschooled for 18 years.” He stated in an all matter of fact tone. Nezu nodded his mouse head in agreement. “It will be good for you little light” He hit you with the childhood nickname. He grabbed your hand, his paw as soft as ever as you slumped into your seat. Gently squeezing it two times, a secret code you always had with him.

“You have so much potential, you’ll be in aizawa’s care and he’ll help you as much as what we can do. Trust me, it will be good for you little light..” You sighed, frustrated this was happening but nodded nevertheless. “Okay Nezu..”

“I’ll do it”

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When the day came around that you had to sit in class, you were extra early. You knew every pro hero that teaches personally, so because you know them you had some small advantages.

Like sipping coffee in the teachers lounge for example.

“My Little babyyyyy” Midnight cooed, holding you close as you made sure you didn’t spill hot coffee onto her. “All grown up and here for me to teach!” You whined and laughed softly. “Nemuriiii let gooo, I’m going to spill all my coffee!”

“Oh please,” Midnight—Nemuri Kayama—dramatically gasped, holding you tighter as if you were a long-lost child. “You think a little coffee is going to stop me from getting my hugs?”

You laughed, half-heartedly trying to wiggle free, careful not to spill the steaming cup in your hand. “Yes, actually! And I swear if you make me drop this, I’m making you make me another one”

Nemuri pouted, finally loosening her grip with an exaggerated sigh. “Fine, fine. But only because I don’t want my little woven one walking into her first day of class with coffee stains.” She gave you a teasing smirk, ruffling your hair.

You huffed, smoothing it back down. “You act like you didn’t see me every day growing up.”

“Yes, but this is different!” she declared, stepping back and twirling a strand of her hair. “You’re finally a student here. A future hero. And I get to watch you kick all those wannabes’ butts.”

The ‘wannabes’ butts’ midnight is talking about is none other than class 3-A itself. Nezu, being as kind as he is, let you read through the files of each student of the class. The one that stuck out to you the most were two people.

Izuku Midoriya and Katsuki Bakugou.

All might explained that Midoriya, also known as deku, was his predecessor. As you had watched a few videos that had gone viral off the sport festival, you understood why.

But Bakugou, Bakugou was something else.

You had heard about his explosive power—literally—but reading about him in a file and watching him fight were two entirely different things. His combat style was raw, unrelenting, as if he had something to prove with every move. He didn’t just want to win—he wanted to dominate.

But what caught your attention wasn’t just his strength—it was his drive. Unlike Midoriya, who had a quirk passed down by the world’s greatest hero, Bakugou’s power was his own. Earned. Honed. Sharpened like a blade against his own willpower. He wasn’t fighting just to be a hero—he was fighting to be the best.

And now, you’d be standing beside him, competing against him, proving yourself in the same class as him.

The thought sent a flicker of anticipation down your spine. As you said your goodbye to midnight, you threw away your stuff and walked out the door, onto the 3-A classroom itself.

The hallway buzzed with muffled chatter, the distant echoes of students settling into their classes. But as you stepped into Class 3-A, the noise died instantly. Twenty pairs of eyes snapped to you, scanning, questioning. Some confused, some curious, some wary.

You didn’t wear the standard U.A. uniform—not yet. Your attire was sleek, black with faint silver embroidery, a mix of functionality and elegance. The weight of your presence alone unsettled the room.

Then, of course, he reacted first.

“The hell?” Bakugou’s chair scraped back violently as he stood, his hands already crackling with sparks. His crimson eyes locked onto you like a predator sizing up prey.

“Who the fuck are you?” he snarled, his palm popping with tiny explosions. “You walk in here like you own the place—gotta be real dumb or real strong.” You tilted your head, completely unfazed. “You always greet new people by trying to blow them up?”

“Only when they piss me off.” His palm flared brighter.“And you’re pissing me off.”

The tension in the room was suffocating. A few students tensed—Midoriya’s eyes darted between you and Bakugou, Uraraka looked like she wanted to step in but thought better of it. Even Todoroki’s gaze lingered on you, analyzing.

You smirked. This class might be fun after all.

Before anything could happen a long, grey cloth snapped out of nowhere, wrapping around Bakugou’s wrist, immediately neutralizing his quirk.

“Enough,” Aizawa’s voice came low and sharp as he stepped out of the shadows, hair floating slightly, eyes glowing red. “Bakugou, sit down before I erase you completely.”

Bakugou clicked his tongue, ripping his arm free. “Tch. Whatever.” He shot one last glare at you before slumping back into his chair, arms crossed. Aizawa’s tired eyes flickered toward you. “And you—take a seat. Now.”

You met his gaze and, after a beat, nodded. No backtalk, no smart remarks. Just a slow, easy stride toward an empty desk. Aizawa sighed, rubbing his temple. “Great. First day, and we’re already starting like this.” He gave the class a pointed look. “Get used to it. She’s one of you now.”

The silence that followed was almost deafening. You leaned back in your chair, ignoring the questioning stares.

Let them wonder.

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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~?”

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Hello I have a request for BSD about them having a dead s/o and they are like a ghost who can float and do stuff ghost can and stuff if that makes sense if you can good day/night <3

Request?: Yes Summery: Characters having a dead S/O Characters: Dazai, Chuuya, Atsushi, Akutagawa Genre: Fluff, slightly angsty (mostly Dazai's and Chuuya's part, Mentions of death (Atsushi), be warned spoilers of Storm-bringer!)

A/N: Thank you so much for this request! I had lots of fun to write this request ^^ Hope you enjoy it and I'll see you next time! <3

Dazai Osamu:

holy hell will this man make you help him with his pranks on poor kunikida-

like for real, this dude will grab u by the waist, look at you with the brightest puppy eyes and you can't help but to cave in.

He finds it so interesting you have the exact same traits as a real ghost, and for a ghost, you are the prettiest person he has ever seen.

He sometimes beg you to scare people by going through the wall and exit like you never existed (You also love to scare people its honestly very funny-

When you do it to him though, He'll dramatically scream like a little girl, making you embarrassed and him very amused (Cocky bastard-)

He does, however, when you two are alone in his apartment, Looking at you all admired as he hears all kinds of stories of people you meet.

If he told you about his past, He will slowly but surely give hints to let you know that he wants to know about Odasaku

You always smile gently while talking about Odasaku and what he told you to pass onto Dazai.

He will be very grateful to you if you ever did that.

Chuuya Nakahara:

Just like Dazai, He will be very interested into seeing you suddenly float around the mafia headquarters and see your ghostly powers in action

You tried scaring him once, did not end to well Poor boy legit broke his favourite wine glass, You had to fly away if you didn't wanna be a ghost twice-

He gently strokes your hair, even if it goes straight through, he really doesn't care at this point

Your ghost kisses always makes him chuckle

He does however, wonder about his friends, if you could see them too. He's to stubborn to ask though, but at some point, you figure it out and leave little things behind for him to find, Giving it as a signal that they are always with him and supporting his every decision

He always smile softly seeing those messages, making a mental note to Thank you for your hard work

Atsushi Nakajima:

This boy finds it so sad-

He loves you very much, but he just gets sad thinking you died cause of some stupid asshole or accident that caused your death.

He does however, always try to make you the happiest you've ever been when you were alive

You do help him out with missions, He doesn't get worried about you getting hurt since everything can go through you, so you always go first, Looking around the area if he's not in danger by any sort of threats.

At home you guys always talk about whatever you want to talk about, It sometimes leads to Atsushi Falling asleep while you gently tucks him in.

This boy has a whole lot of love in store for you

Akutagawa Ryunosuke:

Honestly, would be slightly surprised you would date him, and more surprised you would stick to him even when your dead

Little cold in the beginning, doesn't trust you too much. but slowly he warms up to you, trusting you a little bit more in life

But he definitely hates you when you scare him

His ability would've killed you by now if you weren't a ghost-

Besides that, he would ask you to check on anything that isn't suppose to happen, and you happily obey

Besides his cold Façade, you saw his sadness about you being dead, but luckily for both of you guys, You always had each other

He loves you, in his own stubborn way.

Wereballs

Wereballs.

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 ;)

Chapters

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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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