Chapter Four
Chapter four
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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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Bakugou’s breath hitched as he took an involuntary step back. His heart pounded in his chest, not from exertion—but from something else. Something unfamiliar.
Fear.
Your eyes, usually burning with confidence, had turned pitch black, like the void of a starless night. The flames surrounding you crackled with wild, erratic energy, shifting from blue to a light blue, then flickering into white for a split second. The air around you was suffocating, heavy with something unnatural.
“The hell is this?” Bakugou muttered, his voice quieter than usual. He clenched his fists, trying to steady himself.
Aizawa stood up, straightened his posture as he felt the shift in this fight. He looked at the side where Present Mic was standing. “Those flames aren’t the ones we are used to..” Aizawa pointed out, paying extra attention now, his fingers tensed, already preparing to activate his quirk again if necessary.
You put a small step forward, those steps being uneven making you look like a zombie. Your flames shining brighter than ever. All of the sudden a slash of flames, hotter than the sun, came over towards bakugou, as he could dodge it just on time.
“WHAT THE HELL?!” he barked, flipping mid-air before landing in a crouch. His chest heaved, adrenaline spiking in a way he did not like.
That wasn’t a normal attack. That was something deadly.
He clenched his fists, forcing himself to focus despite the sting across his face. His skin burned just from being near it. He grit his teeth. “Oi! What the hell are you—?!”
He stopped in his tracks, as you stood in front of him, your hair burning, no—
Floating.
He looked closely to your forehead, a massive scar ran from side to side. It looked like barbed wire running across it. But the weirdest part was not the scar itself
But that it in fact was glowing.
Your hands were covered in flames, almost grabbing bakugou when he suddenly got pushed to the side. Midoriya tackled him on the ground as she nearly hit him.
Bakugou hit the ground with a grunt, the weight of Midoriya keeping him down just long enough to avoid your outstretched, burning hands. The heat from your flames still singed the air above him, and for a split second, he could feel the searing intensity brush past his face.
“The hell, Deku?!” Bakugou barked, shoving Midoriya off him.
Midoriya scrambled up, his eyes frantic. “You weren’t moving!” he shouted, his gaze darting back to you.
Your flames had completely lost their shape. The white-hot fire around you swirled chaotically, licking at the air with a hunger that didn’t seem normal. Your stance was unsteady, your breath uneven. And those eyes—the ones that weren’t yours but somehow were yours at the same time—fixed on the two of them with something unrecognisable.
Aizawa’s sharp eyes narrowed as he took in the scene before him. The intensity of your flames, the unnatural way they moved—it wasn’t normal. It wasn’t just a quirk going out of control. Something deeper was happening.
Without hesitation, he activated Erasure. His hair whipped upwards, his crimson gaze locking onto you as his quirk flared to life.
Nothing happened.
Aizawa’s stomach dropped.
Your flames didn’t even flicker. They roared, surging higher, feeding off some unseen force. His Erasure should have worked. It always worked. So why—?
“Shit.” Aizawa immediately reached for his capture weapon, swinging it toward you with practiced precision. If he couldn’t shut your quirk down, he’d have to contain you.
But the second the cloth neared your flames—It disintegrated.
Aizawa barely had time to react before a wave of scorching heat blasted toward him. He jumped back, dodging it by inches, but even then, the air stung against his skin. “Sensei!” Midoriya’s panicked voice rang out as he forced himself up. His eyes darted from Aizawa to you, horror settling into his expression. “Your Erasure—why didn’t it work?!”
Aizawa didn’t answer immediately. His jaw clenched as he landed in a low stance, calculating his next move. Why didn’t it work?
Aizawa quickly switched gears. He wouldn’t be able to neutralize your quirk—but he could subdue you. His capture weapon might not hold, but if he could get close enough—
Before he could act, a sudden, piercing shriek filled the air.
Not from you.
From the fire itself.
The white-hot flames surged violently, expanding outward like a living creature—lashing at the ground, leaving behind deep scorch marks. The entire battlefield was becoming unstable.
Aizawa’s eyes widened slightly. This had to stop.
“Everyone, back up!” he commanded, his voice sharp and unwavering. His gaze flickered to the staff area, where the pro heroes were now on their feet. “We need reinforcements—NOW.”
Bakugou, despite his injuries, growled. “Like hell I’m backing down!”
Aizawa shot him a deadly glare. “That’s an order, Bakugou. This isn’t just a fight anymore.” Bakugou gritted his teeth but didn’t argue further. He wasn’t stupid—he knew when shit was bad.
And right now?
This was a whole new level of dangerous.
Alarms went off, and the students were ushered behind them.
“We can help!” Iida screamed as Midnight held him back. She shook her head.
“This is bigger than you all. I trust you with my life, but this girl—” she pointed at you, half-drowning in your own flames—“this has never happened before! Do not do anything irrational for our sake!” she cried, trying to create distance between the flames and the students.
Suddenly, a flame was being thrown towards them
“Duck!!” Present Mic screamed, Activating his quirk as they all ducked on the ground.
“MOVE!”
All Might was already in motion, his body a blur as he leaped into the air. Even in his weakened state, his instincts were razor-sharp. With a single, powerful swing of his arm, he sent a burst of wind toward the oncoming flames, redirecting them just before they could consume the students.
The fire scattered, but it didn’t go out. It didn’t even weaken.
All Might landed in a crouch, his expression grim as he took in the battlefield. “These flames… they’re not normal.” His voice was tense, low, nothing like his usual booming confidence.
Aizawa grit his teeth, keeping his stance low. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
Deku and Bakugou were still near the front, their bodies coiled and ready for action despite the obvious danger. Deku’s hands clenched into trembling fists, his mind racing at a million miles per second.
This isn’t normal—this isn’t normal—what’s happening to her?!
He’d never seen flames like these, not even from Todoroki. They were alive, writhing unnaturally, burning hotter than anything he’d ever felt. And your eyes—
“Shit,” Bakugou muttered beside him, wiping at the sweat dripping down his face. His usual arrogance had been replaced with something sharper, more serious. “She’s losing it.”
Aizawa didn’t take his eyes off you, already preparing to counter whatever happened next. “She’s not just losing it,” he said, voice grave. “She’s burning herself out.”
All Might straightened, his fists tightening at his sides. “We need to get her under control before she burns everything—including herself— to the ground.”
Just as he said it, a new presence entered the battlefield.
Aizawa’s eyes flickered toward the side as Endeavor stormed onto the scene, his own flames roaring to life. His expression was unreadable, but there was something in his posture—something different. He wasn’t here just as a hero.
He was here because he recognized exactly what was happening. “Step back.” His voice was deep, final. “I’ll handle this.”
Bakugou scoffed, still panting from the fight. “Yeah? Where the hell were you before this got outta hand?”
Endeavor ignored him, his piercing gaze locked solely on you. All might stood next to him, protecting bakugou and deka from the flames. Everyones gaze locked onto you,
Until you suddenly weren’t there
You moved quickly, as a white fire wip grabbed endeavours arm, as if it saw him as an enemy and not an ally
Endeavor barely had time to react before the white-hot flame wrapped around his arm, tightening like a vice. The heat was unbearable—even for him. This wasn’t normal fire. With a sharp grunt, he wrenched his arm free, his flames flaring in retaliation. But as soon as he turned, you were gone again.
Fast. Too fast.
"Where—?"
"Above!"
All Might’s voice rang out just in time. Endeavor’s instincts kicked in, and he barely managed to twist to the side before you came down like a meteor, flames crashing into the ground where he had just stood. The earth cracked under the force of your attack, a shockwave of searing heat forcing everyone nearby to stumble back..
Your face was eerily blank. No recognition. No hesitation. Just raw, uncontrolled instinct.
And the fire was moving on its own.
That was the real problem. It was acting like it had a mind of its own, striking out without you even needing to direct it. Like it had decided Endeavor was a threat—on its own. All Might’s voice was tense, urgent. “We can’t let this continue.” But before anyone could make a move, a new voice cut through the chaos.
“OI!”
Everyone’s heads snapped toward Bakugou. He was already moving. Ignoring the heat, ignoring the flames, he charged straight toward you. “Kacchan! stop!” Midoriya’s voice was desperate, but Bakugou didn’t even hesitate.
He saw it—what the others didn’t.
Yeah, the flames were out of control. Yeah, you weren’t responding. But you hadn’t attacked him. Not with this hateful purpose he saw with endeavour anyways
He wasn’t the enemy.
“Snap the hell out of it!” His voice was raw, loud enough to punch through the roaring flames.
But you didn’t react.
Bakugou gritted his teeth. Fine. If words weren’t enough—
He grabbed your wrist. A shockwave of heat burst from your skin, sending sparks flying as his glove instantly caught fire. The smell of burning fabric hit the air, but he didn’t let go.
“You hear me?! Cut this shit out already!”
Your body jerked.
The flames stuttered.
For the first time, your blank eyes flickered.
Not black.
Not empty.
Yours.
And just like that—
The fire collapsed.
The white-hot flames vanished, pulling inward as if a switch had been flipped. The battlefield fell silent. The only sound was your sharp, ragged breathing.
The weirdest part was
You weren’t burned at all.
Your legs buckled, and Bakugou caught you before you could hit the ground. His hand was badly burned, but he barely reacted, just grumbling under his breath as he steadied you.
“Dumbass,” he muttered. “Next time, warn us before you go nuclear, yeah?”
You cracked a tired smile, your voice barely above a whisper. “You think I wanted to go all ‘nuclear’?”
Your body was slowly giving out, but through the blur of your vision, you could see All Might running toward you. He gently picked you up from Bakugou’s arms as you lulled into sleep against him.
“Dad..” Was the last thing you said before hearing someone scream “someone warn recovery girl!”
And everything went black.
——
The first thing you felt was a soft paw on your hand, indicating that nezu had heard about the incident.
Of course he knows
You blinked slightly, the bright light shining too bright for your liking in your eyes. Shifting slightly, you moved to see Nezu at the side of your bed, worry seeable in that expression of his.
You smiled weakly in your pillow, looking at him. “It feels like a truck just drove through my body..” You groaned, “what happened..?”
“You lost control,” Aizawa said bluntly, his tired eyes scanning you. “Badly.”
Your head pounded as the memories came rushing back. The heat. The flames licking at your skin. The way everything had blurred together in a haze of white fire. You had never felt that kind of power before—it had been overwhelming, all-consuming.
“God..” You shot up but winced, “Is everyone okay?? Did someone get hurt??” You panicked as nezu grabbed your hand tighter.
“Calm yourself,” he said, voice gentle but firm. “Panicking will only make things worse.”
You forced yourself to take a breath, your body still trembling from exhaustion. Your eyes darted around the room, searching for any signs of disaster. “But—my flames—”
“No one was seriously hurt,” Aizawa interrupted, his gaze heavy. “Some minor burns, a few close calls, but nothing fatal.”
Your heart pounded. “I—”
“You lost control,” he said, tone blunt but not unkind. “But you didn’t completely lose yourself. You didn’t attack anyone directly.”
That should have been comforting, but it wasn’t. Your hands curled into fists against the blanket. “That doesn’t change the fact that I could have.”
“It doesn’t,” Nezu agreed, but his eyes—calculating and impossibly sharp—held something else. “Which is why we need to figure out why this happened and how to ensure it doesn’t happen again.”
Endeavor scoffed from where he stood, arms still folded. “It was rage. Pure and simple.”
You turned to glare at him, anger bubbling beneath your skin despite your exhaustion. “You think I wanted to lose control?”
“I think you let it consume you,” he replied coldly. “I’ve seen it before.”
Your fingers twitched, flames threatening to spark at your fingertips before you took a deep breath and forced them down. Nezu tilted his head, watching you closely. “This isn’t just about anger, is it?”
You hesitated. The truth was, you didn’t know. It had been rage—anger at Bakugou, at the past, at yourself—but it had been something more, something deeper. Something you still couldn’t explain.
Aizawa sighed, rubbing his temples. “For now, just rest. We’ll deal with this when you’re stronger.”
You wanted to argue, to demand answers, but the exhaustion was already pulling you down again. You let out a shaky breath, nodding slightly. Nezu finally released your hand, offering you a small smile. “We’ll figure this out together.”
You sighed as everyone left the room, your head hitting the pillow as you could only think of the disaster that happened today. ‘My new friends are going to hate me..’ She mumbled softly, as she closed her eyes again, letting sleep take her away again.
——
Screams. That was all she could hear.
The air reeked of burning flesh, though she wasn’t sure if it was hers. Heat rippled through the darkness, pressing against her skin like a living thing, whispering against her ears like voices from the abyss. She touched her cheek—her skin was intact, yet the sensation of melting wouldn’t fade.
Then, through the inferno, a figure emerged. Cloaked in shadow and fire, its presence commanded the very flames to part around it. It moved with an unnatural grace, as if the world bent to its will.
“Do not be afraid, princess,” the figure spoke, its voice a deep, silken purr that sent ice down her spine despite the unbearable heat. “When the time is right, I will come for you.”
Her breath caught in her throat. There was something wrong with its presence, something ancient and absolute. The way it stood—poised, patient, knowing—made her feel as though this moment had already been decided, written in fire and brimstone long before she was even born.
She wanted to move, to run, but the ground beneath her was no longer solid. The flames curled at her feet like living tendrils, waiting. Watching.
The figure took another step forward, and the fire pulsed with it, as if bound to its will. She could see its face now—or what should have been a face. Instead, shifting darkness obscured its features, except for its eyes. Two burning pits of gold, glowing with something far worse than malice. Devotion.
“I serve only my master,” the figure murmured, tilting its head. “And you, my dear, belong to him.”
The fire surged, and suddenly, a hand—its hand—reached for her. The moment its fingers brushed against her skin, a searing pain exploded through her palm, as if hell itself had branded her. The agony pulled a scream from her throat, but the sound was swallowed by the inferno.
She was falling.
Falling into him. Into his world.
And then—
She woke up.
Gasping, her body jerking upright, the darkness of her room pressing in around her. The flames were gone, but her skin still burned. Her heart pounded against her ribs, her breath uneven.
She looked down at her trembling hand.
A fresh burn mark had appeared on her palm, the imprint of an outstretched hand. The pain was dull now, but the heat still smoldered beneath her skin, a silent reminder of what had touched her. She clenched her fingers, but the mark remained, unmoving—a brand, a promise, a warning. Something was going on.
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Prologue
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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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“Your majesty, you honestly can’t tell me she would be safer on that-“ “On that what? Exactly?” The cloaked figure held the smallest bundle in his hands. It held its finger gently with its own, smallest round cheeks in the world smushed against the inside of its palm.
“You’re making a mistake, you ought to be making a mistake.” The other voice exclaimed, as they paraded through the streets of Musutafu. Nobody even batting an eye on the two strange looking fella’s. “Your Majest-“ “ENOUGH.”
Blue flames surrounded the two of them, anger flowing through its veins. “You will not stand here to your king and belittle him on his plan to KEEP HIS CHILD SAFE.” His anger quickly deflated as the little one began stirring and making noise.
It gently rocked it, slowly but surely the little one opened her eyes. Full black ones stared back to one of it owns. The creature looked at the protesting one. “As long as Heaven knows she’s alive, she will never be safe.
he gently put her down infant of their destination. “You will be okay, my woven one..daddy will always be watching over you..” He kissed her forehead gently, a long nail stroking her cheek
He rang the bell, his eyes never leaving her as he stood up straight. “You’ll be safer here..my daughter.” As she began to fuss, a small mouse person heard the cries as he went on his nightly stroll. Seeing the mouse approach, he hid in the shadows, his eyes still onto her little form, trying to capture this moment, for ever in his brain imprinted.
“Oh my!” The little mouse man exclaimed, jumping up at his feet as he quickly ran towards the babygirl wrapped in a bundle. “Goodness, what are you doing here my dear?” He picked her up, the streetlights shining gently onto her face. He could tell she had a scar, all across her forehead, as if her head gotten cut open.
Nezu adjusted the baby in his arms, gently bouncing her as he inspected the scar running across her forehead. His sharp mind was already working through the possibilities—who had left her, why she was here, and most importantly, what had happened to her.
The infant stared up at him, unblinking, her solid black eyes like endless voids. And yet, there was something there—awareness. A knowing that no child her age should possess. “Hm,” Nezu hummed, brushing a paw over the scar. “You’re quite the curious one, aren’t you?”
The baby let out a small noise, neither a cry nor a coo, just a sound—like the whisper of something ancient trying to form words. The mouse’s ears twitched. “Strange…” he muttered, before shaking his head and tucking her securely against his chest. “Well, no matter. You’re safe now.” Behind him, hidden in the darkness, the cloaked figure tightened its jaw. They should leave. They had to leave. But the way Nezu cradled her—carefully, protectively—made its body hesitate.
For a single moment, an unbearable instinct clawed at their chest. To take her back. To run.
But it couldn’t.
Knowing she was safe, they blew a soft kiss towards his child, as they opened a portal into the ground. “I love you..” It whispered again, as it was the last thing it had ever told her for a long time.
All they found important was that she was safe.
Can I request all the characters you can do with an s/o who tries to pour bleach into their eyes becuase of something they saw on the internet?
Request: Yes Summery: Reader pours bleach into their eyes when they see something cursed on the internet Characters: Peter parker, Tony stark, Osamu dazai, chuuya nakahara, steve harrington, Eddie munson, Joker, Harley, elvis, tartaglia and beidou. Genre: Big crackheaded shit
A/n: Guess who's alive! sorry for keeping you from this one, I hope you'll enjoy this request, it was lots of fun to write haha! Now enjoy you guys before my social and private life will kick me in the ass again-
Peter parker
this poor boy got the biggest heart attack of his life-
There you two were, just chilling in the compound of the avengers, as you were in the kitchen and him on the couch, when he suddenly heard you scream.
He quickly ran towards you, sliding into the kitchen seeing you wave your eyes dry cause they looked red and and puffy
"WHAT HAPPENED-" He screamed a bit in distress, as he saw the bleach at the side, dumbfounded as you explained it that you saw a cursed meme on your phone.
He takes you to the infirmary of course, as he cleaned the mess up
lets just say from now on your not ever alone with the chemicals around you
Tony stark
After hearing your screams, he quickly ran towards you
"kid what happened-"
He saw the bleach, your puffy red eyes, ur crying face and immediately knew what happened
"Okay why did you pour bleach in your eyes what is wrong with you-"
You explained what happened and he immediately slapped himself in the face
"for this dumb reason you decided to throw bleach in your eyes?"
He'll get you cleaned up
Expect child locks on everything now, something only he can open
Osamu dazai
"Oh belladonna~!" he chirped as you just were blinking constantly, trying to get the burn out of your eyes
He looked at the table where the bleach was still at, and your eyes who are red, puffy and look like they went through hell-
"....YOU DOING A SUICIDE WITHOUT ME-?"
In all seriousness, he would be concerned about what happened that made you do this.
Probably listening and curious what you have seen that did this, search it up and then join you too
now your two idiots with bleach in their eyes
congrats your made for each other
Chuuya nakahara
"WHAT THE-"
He'll scold you like a mad man
"WHY ON EARTH DID YOU DO THAT-"
He loves you to much though, so he would help you get your eyes treated cause of the love he has for you, if it was dazai who did this he would just let him die <3
You will pout at the way he's treating you, which would make him melt a bit and kiss your entire face
Steve harrington
His mother mode got activated, I swear to god.
Towels? Water? Where the fuck did you even see this shit that you decided to just throw bleach In your eyes
"Sweetheart why did you do that-"
"I saw something at the neighbours house that I shouldn't have."
He will just chuckle, scold you for being such an idiot and help you settle down a bit because your eyes burn like hell
don't worry, he still loves you
Eddie munson
we all know the kind of place Eddie lives, not the big and fancy houses that almost every character in the show has
so when you just did the laundry, looking over at the neighbours on accident, seeing a whole...intercourse scene happening in front of your eyes, you couldn't help it but walk back inside
and so the random bleach in the eyes started
Eddie, looking at you like your crazy, slapped the bleach right out of your hands
"Doll what the fuck-"
He helped you clean it up, scolding you for being crazy
"they call me crazy but what about you-"
The Joker
Boy this man would just laugh at you-
no mercy, he ain't the type of man for that man
He would order some of his henchmen to follow in your footsteps, which they can't refuse cause like, either bleach in your eyes or die at the hands of the joker? bleach it is-
he does however have a little soft spot for you, so he'll order frost to go and help you clean up, recover from this stupid decision you made.
Maybe he'll search up the things that traumatised you so much and broadcast it through all Gotham.
Harley quinn
Just like J, she would laugh, only at some point she'll help you herself
when out of sight of the joker, she'll scold you for being such an idiot
"sweetie why?"
You explained the thing you saw online as you saw her shudder
"Yeah that explains why, I see why you did it-" Giggles leave both you and Quinn
She'll help you the best she could, as she smiles at you
"now MAKE OVER TIME-"
Get ready to be dragged into some shopping without paying
Elvis presley
"Mama have you seen my- OMG-"
You scare him To death as he pushed the bleach away, immediatly helping you get rid of the sting
"SATNIN WHAT ON EARTH-"
You explained what happened, That some fan had send you a letter and the pictures with it were so disgusting
Now Elvis didn't like that one bit.
after aiding you, he made sure to track down this person and make sure there will be a nice chat.
"I got you lil mama, I got you"
Tartaglia
"Babe I'm homeeee- what happened to you-?"
You sat there, sniffling as your eyes were burning badly
"I poured bleach in it"
"why-"
"I got flashed by our neighbour-"
Childe was not having that.
"come here darling let me help you."
He was so nice to put you into one of his sweaters, cleaning you up and giving you soft kisses on your forehead, making sure your comfortable before he would have a talk with your neighbours
Nothing you'll know
Beidou
She expected to come home with a smiling lover, but instead, she came home with her lover having bleach on the floor and in your eyes.
"Oh dear what happened?"
You told her you kinda got some gross photo's from some men, and when you got home you wanted to forget those photo's so you bleached your eyes, which was a bad idea.
Beidou shushed you, helped you clean up as she cupped your face, kissing your lips shortly and smiles at you, hiding her anger for your sake
She puts you comfy as she quickly made an excuse to see ningguang, who secretly has a soft spot for you
lets just say you never see or hear from those men again.
Save Mohammed ..
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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😩
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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A/N: I'm so excited for you all to see this development happen, please do let me know it the comments what you think will happen next!
Can I request Chuuya with an s/o who can also control gravity? Also have a great day/night
Request?: yes Summery: Chuuya having an s/o who can also control gravity character: Chuuya Nakahara Genre: Fluff, a little bit of angst (Chuuya's fears)
A/N: Hello! Since Im far ahead of my school work I can officially balance my writing and private life! Thank you for requesting! I hope it is to your liking! I love writing about Chuuya, especially when it comes to his ability, its one of my favourites.
I warn ahead that there might be spoilers from Stormbringer! If you haven't read it (or honestly doesn't care about getting spoiled) then be aware of it!
Chuuya Nakahara:
His first thoughts will be fear, not the fear that you would outdid him when it comes to his ability, no not that at all
He's scared you went through the exact same progress he did when he got his.
Let's face two scenarios here, when he finds out you just have gravity controlling ability, exactly like him but without the corruption, I think he would let out a breath he didn't knew he was holding.
However if he does find out you went through everything exactly like him? He would hug you close, kiss a few times onto of your head If he can reach it- and would help you get through the healing progress with him, feeling sad you went through it, but also somewhere back into his mind a little relieved that someone could relate to him with this somehow, how sick and twisted that may sound.
He would train you too if you asked him too! He wants to help his love out whenever he can, so he would gladly take you under his wing when it comes to training! (Maybe every now and then some praise and a rewarding kiss ☺️)
Cute dates jumping over buildings and playing catch, Change my mf mind
He will always be worried about you getting hurt, but very less since he knows how capable you are.
You guys once land onto of the port mafia building, hold a little picnic there, and watching the sunset while he offers you his coat, since it was beginning to get a bit colder
He would absolute not let you meet Dazai, under any circumstances, he wants to keep his clean record of not killing someone in front of you but Dazai will make that record a bloody one-
If you are how ever, somehow friends with Dazai, he will protest with a few pouts and scoldings here and there, but he wouldn't want to control your actions, so as long as you promise not to leave him, He could Try to live with it
Who knows maybe you'll be the reason they'll interact a little bit more with each other
Chuuya is still cautious though, but seeing you smile will make it worth it
The moment you get hurt by someone's else's hands
oh boy
this man is losing his marbles
He won't be reckless reckless, but he will be breaking the arm of the person who did it-
then, its like a switch got pulled, he immediately puts all his attention to you, his hands on your cheeks, cupping your face
"Its okay princess, I'm right here, nobody is gonna touch you."
he'll just murder the person when your out of sight and safe and sound☺️
me after opening tumblr to those spam porn bots posts when all i wanted to do was read a silly ass fanfic:
【Ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ】
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
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
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.
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