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Break Up/Make Up (Katsuki Bakugou x f!Reader)

Words: 2.5k

Minors DNI (18+)

Tw: smut little plot, break up, make up sex, soft sex, oral (f!receiving), confessions, jealousy, complicated feelings, a bit toxic, college!au

Summary: You and Katsuki have have been dating for almost a year. You kept it a secret. It wasn't easy dating him but you made it work. But one day he says things that give you no choice.

Note: this doesn't have much of an end

Katsuki just wants to wrap his arms around you. Today was hard and you are always the balm smoothing him out again.

You have been a couple for almost a year now and besides Kiri and Iida nobody knows. The two of you almost slipped up today. You got into some trouble during a villain attack and Katsuki rushed in to help and hugged you not knowing the others were all there but Bakugou was quick to act.

He told you he'd come over and he didn't think much of you leaving him on read but now he is in front of a locked door and suddenly it all tastes bitter. Are you ignoring him?

"Hey, open up," he says and knocks again.

"I don't want to see you," you call from the other side of the door. "Get the hint."

"Open the door before I knock it down!" Katsuki feels his pulse rising. What is your problem? Why are you like this all of a sudden?

You open the door and he bursts in to see you standing there with crossed arms and sore cheeks. 

What made you cry? His face softens and he means to reach for you but you flinch away.

"Leave!" You just whisper sharply, coldly. It feels like knives on his heart.

"What the fuck happened?" He utters, completely in the dark and you just scoff. "For fucks sake what's your damn problem? Just talk to me."

"That you don't even know is–" you shake your head. "I don't want to be with you anymore, Bakugou. We're done."

"Bakugou? Fuck that! Tell me why you act so fucking– shitty!?" He feels his throat tighten with unease. Did you just break up with him? No. No.

"Well, maybe when even Eijirou says you are going too far then… just fucking stop," you blink back tears.

"But I didn't mean–"

"Didn't you?" You meet his eyes now. "Then why use all my insecurities and traumas? You went too far and I am done! I'm just done with this! Fuck off!"

Katsuki's mouth falls open. He is in absolute shock. His heart is pounding so loudly he is sure you can hear it shatter. "I had to keep up our cover!" He just doesn't understand. His voice shakes. "I didn't–"

"I don't care," you sigh, defeated. "I don't care anymore. I can't do this… keeping this a secret… your hot and cold… I am not happy," you shrug then move to your bed, laying down with your back to him. You are crying, trying to hold your sobs in. You feel so dumb… so hurt. He didn't have to shoot so low. He didn't have to say those awful things.

Katsuki is trembling. It isn't anger this time like it is 99% of the time when he shook; it is fear. Is it over? No. He can't accept that. He can't just let that happen. You make his life so much better.

"(Y/N)... what can I do? I am sorry. I am sorry! You hear me!"

"You can leave," you breathe.

And Katsuki knows he has to but it is so hard. The tightness in his chest is suffocating. He feels so helpless. He feels so weak.

A moment later Kirishima opens his door to see his friend with tears welling at his lash line. And he isn't surprised at all.

Katsuki went too far.

》》》》

You didn't go to class the next day. You got a doctor's note after explaining to Recovery Girl that you just needed a day to pick up the pieces. You returned to the dorms and fell face first into your bed. Where to even start? You should eat but the lump in your throat is so restricting that your appetite is lost. You should gather his stuff and put it in his room then you save yourself the interaction. You need to get rid of these feelings somehow or they will choke you for weeks. Write them out? Burn them? Scream them? You want to scream, want to undo all of it. You can't look at him the same anymore.

You really thought you could make it. You really thought despite it all you and Katsuki belong together. Everything was right until it wasn't. You understood why he wanted it to be a secret and of course you know how he is. But it was just too much. Especially with what he said.

Katsuki is staring at your empty seat and it fills him with anger. You can't avoid him. Is that your plan? It is stupid. It is ridiculous. He wants to jump up and get you. He wants to do something! But Eijirou told him you need space which is probably right. Katsuki can't think straight right now. His head is spinning. His heart is throbbing. He isn't one to sit still. He isn't one to just wait. He does things. He needs to fix things with you. This couldn't be it. He loves you. He really fucking does and he thought you knew that. You had to know! You are the only one who can make him feel soft… who can make him laugh and be gentle.

Katsuki gets up without a word to Mr. Aizawa or anyone and walks to the dorms. 

He does not bother knocking and just storms in but the second he stands in front of you he regrets it. You are folding up his clothes, putting away the small gifts he has given you over the months. No.

"What the fuck?!" You simply shout. 

"Can we talk," he presses out. "Please."

"When you storm in like this you don't even give me a choice!"

"Can we please just talk, (Y/N)!" He is pleading. "Fuck! I can't lose you! Please, (Y/N)," his voice is soft, raspy.

"You have to respect that I don't want to talk right now, Bakugou–"

"Stop calling me that!"

"Stop being disrespectful to the boundaries I am setting!"

That is what Eijirou said. He only makes it worse, doesn't he? "I am sorry! Fuck!" He yells out and hides his face so you can't see the tears. "I am sorry," he whispers and leaves.

》》》》

Weeks pass and it is ridiculous how the both of you deteriorate. You both lost weight, tried to hide the puffy eyes and deep shadows, you both became colder and quiet.

Everyone notices. There is no denying it. You are both so utterly heartbroken. Katsuki even talked to his mom, explaining the whole thing to her sobbing like a baby.

He wrote you a letter and when you didn't react to it, he didn't try again after that. It was all he could do. You aren't mean to him during school and act basically just like before since you kept it a secret anyway but Katsuki knows it isn't the same. He cannot hold you anymore, he can't touch you anymore and see you unfiltered and that hurts.

He doesn't give up hope though. Sometimes he catches you looking at him, smiling a little even. He won't give up hope. Not yet. He loves you and you love him… that wouldn't just go away?

But then he hears you giggle and laugh at something Shinsou says in the hallway one afternoon and his heart shatters.

》》》》

He tries to ignore it, weeks and months pass. But it is like he sees you and him constantly. Sees you and that purple haired fool! He almost forgot himself when Shinsou reached out to get a bug out of your hair one day at lunch. No. He isn't allowed to be that close to you. Why aren't you trying to hide it? Shinsou walks into a room and your eyes can only see him— no! Bakugou is just imagining it… is just reading into it. You'd never go for a guy like that. You still love him.

It all tips over when one day he walks to the dorm and sees you and Shinsou sitting on a blanket in the greenery, him leaning against a tree and you resting your head on his thigh.

Katsuki's hand is oozing and any wrong move would have blown up the whole place. He feels physically sick, can't even breathe as his chest collapses and his whole head melts. No. No. Just because he let his tongue get the better of him. It isn't fair. He did not mean a single letter of those awful words that day. 

He waits for you and slips into the elevator before the door closes. Your face goes pale and yes! You should feel awful. You should apologize to him for making him so miserable.

"Hey," you simply say and lean against the mirror, thinking nothing much of it but then he presses the emergency stop.

"Why would you– that guy?!" He can't keep his thoughts in line. He is seething. He wants you to stop torturing him.

"What?" You straighten up.

"Shinsou?! You know he can never be me! He could never love you better than me!"

Oh. You and Shinsou are just friends. You'd consider him your best friend actually… surprisingly. Aizawa asked you to train him in close combat because you've been a martial artist your entire life. But Katsuki is behaving like a little boy throwing a tantrum again and if the shoe fits and all. "I am glad he's not you. That's the whole point," you say, annoyed.

Your words shoot to kill and he spins around, caging you to the mirror. His eyes are even more crimson but underneath all his anger there is simply frustration… desperation.

"You fucking serious," he growls. "I never meant anything to you, did I?! You just needed an excuse!"

"You're acting like a fucking kid!"

"You're the one that couldn't even talk to me! I wrote you a letter! A fucking letter!"

You laugh in his face and he can't hold back, grabbing your cheeks harshly. He squeezes, your lips forming a pout as your eyes stay locked hard on his.

"You're so stupid!"

"Shut your mouth."

The words that loll off your tongue are a challenge, an invitation, "make me, Kats."

His lips are on yours not a heartbeat later. He'd convince you. He'd show you all the love he had to give you.

He moans into your mouth, not able to hold it in. He missed your lips so much, missed tasting you, almost forgot the sensation. The kiss has your lips swollen and tender, your mouths opening wide to take the other in, tongues gliding against one another until the kiss is just a mess of saliva. Your hands are in his hair, tugging harshly as he roames your body with his. The elevator moves again and you have no idea how you make it into your room. Your clothes are on the floor in the matter of seconds.

You push him onto the bed, pinning his wrist to the mattress as you leave hickey after hickey, bite mark after bite mark on his neck and shoulder until he is whining and trying to fight you. Katsuki buckes his hips up but you are hovering, depriving him of touching you as well as feeling your weight on him.

"I'm still mad," you husk into his ear.

Katsuki is malfunctioning by now. He wants you so badly. He needs you more than he needs air right now.

"Your letter was hardly an apology, you know."

He now flips your position, studying your face as he cages you underneath him. There is hurt in your eyes. "I am not good with words," he rasps against your lips, kissing you again but softly this time then traveling his lips down your body as his hands grab handfuls of your soft flesh. He missed you. Every last bit of you. He thought he was going insane.

"I am sorry," he says, kissing that spot on your tummy that makes your brain malfunction. "I am sorry," he says again and kisses your inner thigh, running his rough hands on your legs. "I'll make love to you until you believe me," he whispers. "Fuck all my love into your body."

You hold your breath for a second at his words then you nod, head falling back against the mattress as his tongue presses flat against your vulva, licking from your entrance to your clit. You are not sure if you moan louder or if he does. Your hands dig into his hair immediately.

"Katsuki," you breathe softly when he takes your clit in his mouth, then works on it just how he knows you like it. You moan, back lifting from the mattress. Your head is spinning like crazy, heart racing quicker. You wanted to tease him a little longer, but now all of that vaporizes. You need him. You miss him so much.

"Katsuki!" You whimper, tugging on his hair and bucking your hips to meet his tongue. "I'm sorry too!" You say in between lewd gasps.

He looks up at you and your eyes locked. Tears are forming on your lash line. Your cheeks are beaming in a deep red. Katsuki doesn't say anything, instead he works his tongue on your cunt harder. Your eyes roll back and he feels how your sweet juice gushes. He is getting drugged by your essence, entirely, he missed your taste so much.

Katsuki pulls back and his finger now slips into your throbbing cunt. "He could never eat you out like I do," he sighs, twirling his tongue across his lips to taste you more. He feels you shudder when he hits your special spot, calloused finger tip massaging the area vigorously. "Admit it."

You can't even breathe, mewling and trying to reach his shoulder. He understands and moves up from where he knelt, meeting your lips in a kiss then your soft eyes.

"We're not…" you whisper, cradling his face. "I am still hung up on my ex, you know. Even if he is an asshole."

His face droops to your shoulder, a relieved sigh making his chest press into yours. You still love him. "I am not done apologizing, baby."

You shake your head. "Need you closer," you wrap your legs around his waist. "Kats, need you inside."

"Okay. Whatever you want," he smiles against your skin, pressing soft kisses down your shoulder. "I missed you too much to deny you anything."

He sinks into you with ease and you wrap your arms around his shoulders, breath hitching. "I missed you too," you whine. You need a moment to adjust to his cock after going so long without it.

"I am so sorry," he whispers against your cheek, moaning softly. He starts to move his hips, rutting forward slowly but deep. His cock drags inside your soft walls with passion while he heaves against your skin. 

"S'sorry," he kisses your cheeks, kisses your lips next, humming softly when you tug on his hair. "I'm sorry."

He fucks you so painfully slow but it is just what you need to mend the wound. Every slow pull and push closes the distance between you.

You cup his cheeks and lift his head so you could look at him. A single tear drops from his eye onto your cheek, mixing with your own salty stream. "I believe you," you whisper. Your hands start to hold him shakily as the knot in your tummy grows.

"I love you," he rasps and picks up his pace a little. Your eyes stay focused on each other. "You hear me, I fucking love you," he groans, digging his fingers into the sheets.

"I love you too," you whimper softly. "Katsuki. Love you–"

You pull him closer, your foreheads touch. You are both close but Katsuki slows down. He doesn't want to let go, wants to keep you as close as possible for longer. You nudge at his chest and he rolls over. Why would he deny you? You ride him with the same slow intensity, gasping in his mouth while cradling his face. Katsuki leaves not an inch of your skin untouched. 

You end up on your desk hours later, eyes still locked as he holds your thighs and plows into you sloppily, leaving hickeys on your shoulder. Your skin has melted together by now, your breaths just whimpers and moans, eyes fighting to stay open.

"Can't–" you claw at his back, leaving even more red lines there. "Kats."

"I know," his hands move up to your face. "Let's cum together."

You nod eagerly, desperately. "I love you," you say, eyes crossing and unfocusing for a moment only to settle back on his with determination.

"I love you too," he whines, holding your face gently. "More than anything. I'll be better. I'll think before I talk. I make you happy."

"Me too," you nod.

You hold him and he holds you. Your body begins to tremble, violently, but you never look away from each other. Both your eyes filled to the brim with adoration and pure love.

Fucking hot and steamy!!! 🍢🍎🍌🍠🍘

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 18+ mdni, fem!reader // mating press, mentions of breeding, husband!bakugou (yes, he's aged up)

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 700+

𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

𝗕𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗚𝗢𝗨 fucks you in whichever way he can think of.

Sometimes it’s up against the shower wall, when he has your back pressed to the wet tiles and he still wears that same conceited smirk that had first ghosted over his rosy lips the moment you had offered the lame excuse of saving up on water by showering together. 

Other times it’s him fucking you from behind; hands and thrusts alike from how harsh and greedy they are as you try not to sweat too much because you’re both still dressed in your work clothes, and he’s got you bent over the now-disorganized desk in his fancy office – your tear-stained cheek flushed against the expensive wood.

He fucks you while standing up, making you watch yourself in the mirror whilst the only part of him you can see behind you is the focused and firm line of his mouth. He fucks you sitting down, when he’s tired and drained from yet another late-night patrol, and thus lets you take charge for once; warm, scarred hands that have held so much power and destruction in the form of a spark – and still do – turning gentle and caring for a change as they slide across the curve of your hips and guide you to a faster rhythm. 

He screws you when your limbs are effortlessly entangled with his own stronger ones as you lay in bed and toss around the bed sheets that he obsessively keeps washing after every more intense fuckfest. And he slams you in the car, too, when he feels like being risky for once, and decides to make you bounce on his fat cock like a little slut in heat, even though anybody could walk past and hear your kittenish moans.

Still, nothing quite hits the spot like a good ol’ mating press does.

Truthfully, you’re not sure of the reason as to why. The position could be considered rather vanilla in the eyes of many; it’s just spicy missionary, but goddammit, if it doesn’t turn your brain to mush and causes your heart to jump whenever he starts hinting he wants it. His eyes burn like fire, the red gaze fierce as he practically manhandles you into it like you’re some toy he likes to play with all the time, every time, any place, everywhere.

And perhaps you adore the position because of the angle that lets him sink his heavy cock so deep inside you that the overcapacity you feel at the intrusion makes your eyes cross and your jaw turn slack. Maybe you enjoy it because he looks absolutely beautiful whilst doing it: glimmering in sweat and panting in the midst of all the passion going on between you. 

Perhaps it’s the way he reaches out and his thick digits intertwine with your own; the chill of the golden ring he had placed upon your finger a long while ago, brushing his knuckle and sending a shiver down his spine because you’re his, his, his – all his.

It might be the way he subtly dips in to reach you better, so that he can kiss you. How his warm tongue tangles with your own, and he kisses you so deeply and with such feverish desire that you lose yourself in him; fade away to a point where he has to sink his teeth into your bottom lip to bring you back to him. 

How he caresses your face, brings you closer until your drool mixes with his own, and turns into something sweeter as the quiet, “I love you.” sinks into the saliva.

It’s the way he can rest his forehead against your own the moment his hips pick up pace and intent, and your knees are nearly touching your ears from the way he bends you to the brink of pain, and he has to focus to not make you ache, even though – fuck, it feels too good to do that right now. 

How he watches you break over and over again, then; crumbling into nothing but pure bliss as you cry out his name in that breathless sort of tone he absolutely adores, and that truly does make him feel like a hero.

How he can breed the fuck out of you after you cum and gush and turn oh, so very messy for the third time in a row. As that ring of milky slick gathers at the base of his dick and everything feels so sloppy and hot that he’s ready to give you his all and spill, spill, spill. Until you’re dumb. Fucked out. Dripping with his cum because he’s so in love with both you and your sticky pussy.

Who knows?

Wow.... 👮👥👤💂👯

Catharsis (DemiGod!Bakugou x Soulmate!Reader)

Here I Am! Another Collab. Another Baku.

This is a piece for the mythological au for the bnharem collab for august! 

The other works can be read here

This is NSFW content, so if you’re a minor, please DNI.

Warnings: Sexual Content, Death, Google Searches, Mentions of Murder, Actual Murder but not graphic at all.

I hope you enjoy! 

thanks to @katsukeen​ for cheering me on! thanks @kingexpl0sionmurder​ for listening to me ramble about this and writing with me in sprints, and also a thanks to @andypantsx3​ for reading it and loving it (if you haven’t read any of these wonderful humans work then you are missing out, go do it now, after you read this.)

WC: 7.25K

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☁ Sleepy ☁

18+. mdni. (consensual) somnophilia

thinking about katsuki being so horny in the mornings and just rolling over and fucking you in your sleep

katsuki always wakes up early—early to bed, early to rise, et cetera. and sometimes, he's a little too riled up to wait; he isn't exactly the most patient man, after all. so, after getting your complete consent with the idea, he didn't wait.

groggily rubbing his eyes, katsuki stretched over to his nightstand, clicking his phone open to check the time, silently sighing when he saw that it was only 4:30 in the morning. he flopped his head back down on the pillow, trying to fall back asleep and ignore the problem plaguing him: the massive tent in his pants, caused by his aching cock, straining for release. the blond tilted his head to the side, taking a glance at you. his vermilion eyes glimmered with two things at the sight of your sleeping, peaceful form: love, and desire. overwhelming, primal desire.

thus, he adjusted his position, carefully climbing on top of you and propping one of your legs above the other, setting you on your side. katsuki delicately pulled the blanket off of you, licking his thin lips at the sight of your lower body, only covered with a thin pair of panties. his hand moved between your thighs, tracing over your covered cunt, rubbing with a precision he only showed you. his fingers hooked around the waistband of the fabric, slowly pulling them down your legs, disposing of them by tossing them onto the floor.

the tips of his digits pressed against your slit, one of his calloused fingers dipping into your heat. katsuki's breath hitched when he felt you grow slicker around his index, removing his finger and fumbling with the drawstring of his sweats, pulling them and his boxers down in one swift motion, shuddering when his cock sprung free from the confines of his clothing. he pressed the head of his dick against your drooling pussy, inching into you cautiously. his hips started in slow strokes, soft, near-silent groans escaping his lips as your cunt swallowed him up, slick walls hugging his length.

he bit his cheek to prevent more low sounds from leaving his mouth, eyes half-lidding as he pumped his cock into you at a meticulous pace. he stopped for a second when you shifted in your sleep, a quiet sigh coming from your own mouth. katsuki continued upon the sight of your sleepy face, thrusts growing in pace, his balls lightly slapping against your ass. his hips never stalled from there, only ramping up as he grew more and more lost in your soaked hole, bottoming out with each rut of his hips.

he fucked you through your orgasm, which had you stirring awake as you tightened around his cock, moaning out an 'mm, katsu...' as the male took one last deep thrust, fucking you full of his cum, not pulling out until every last drop had been spilled inside of you. he then slipped his softening cock from your pussy, groaning a "good morning, babygirl."

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What if y/n was having a girls night and they started talking about lewd stuff or kinks (maybe they were playing T or D? Idk) and the mha guys they liked or are in a relationship with BUTTT it turns out they boys were eavesdropping ANDD THEY GOT ALL HOT AND BOTHERED AND WANTED TO FULFILL Y/ns FANTASY💘💦 you can pick which one ends up with y/n……….I’m not super sure how your requests work (I didn’t find your rules) uh so if it doesn’t work like this please ignore this 🙈😳🤭 thank you 

skrtttt my first request! I made a rule page after seeing this bc i realized that i didnt have one- but YES okay onward-

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sleepover fantasies

bakugou x fem!reader

aged up! american college AU

I made some changes but kept the basic idea of the request! I hope you enjoyyy!

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

cw: SMUT, Nosy ass boys, sex toys, discussion about fantasies and kinks, choking mentioned, impact play mentioned, choking, face fucking mentioned, the name princess used, oral (fem recieving), unprotected sex, gagging on fingers, cream pie, small aftercare, the whole fic is sexual, not proofread

!!come to my asks to be a part of my taglist! just let me know what kinds of fics/ what fandom/ what characters/ etc you want to be tagged in! Requests are open!!!!

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Being in college meant more work and less time with friends. Obviously, this takes a toll on a whole group of friends that have been together for years. So, naturally, Mina and Kirishima decide to plan a once a month group sleepover at their shared apartment just off campus.

A lot of the time, it started with everyone- Denki, Bakugou, Sero, Kirishima, Deku, Todoroki, Mina, Y/n, Ochako, Jirou, Asui, and Momo- in the living room lightly drinking, smoking, playing Mario Kart, debating random shit that didn't matter, and ordering food. It would always end with the guys in the living room and the girls in Mina and Kirishima's shared bedroom.

And thats exactly how tonight went.

Tossing their bags in various spots around the room, Jirou found herself sat on the floor next to Momo- who was half asleep. Ochako and Asui sat on bean bags they dragged in from the living room. Mina and Y/n flopped themselves on the bed. A collective sigh rang through the room as the girls were all relieved to be away from the guys for the time being.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP- YOU CHEATED SPARKY." Bakugou's voice was loud enough to boom through the shut bedroom door.

"I DID NOT- AND EVEN IF I DID YOU CANT KILL ME-" Denki sounded panicked.

"LIKE HELL I CANT-" Bakugou shouted back, the sound of Kirishima trying to calm the angrier of the blondes down made the girls laugh.

"God- how do they have so much energy still?" Momo asked, leaning her head on Jirous shoulder with her eyes closed.

"How are you so tired? Its like- 10 pm." Mina asked, laying on her stomach facing the girl in question.

"This week sucked- too many tests and projects all at once." Momo responded with closed eyes.

"Oh my god- me too! Why do all professors plan this shit in the same week?" Ochako piped in, earning a nod of agreement from Asui.

"They're all in on it together Im convinced." Asui added, making Jirou giggle.

"Just wanna see us fail-" Jirous thought was interrupted.

"YOU FUCKIN NASTY BITCH." Y/n yelled, hopping up from the bed, pink vibrator and a pair of keys in hand.

"OH MY GOD NO-" Mina tried to get the pink toy out of Y/ns hand to no avail as she jumped on the bed away from her.

"What the hell?!" Ochako asked, marveling at the scene playing out in front of her.

"WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE THESE ON THE NIGHT STAND-" Y/n asked.

"ITS CLEAN I SWEAR- IT NEEDED TO DRY OFF FROM BEING CLEANED OFF." Mina exclaimed, snatching the toy from Y/n's hand.

"What the hell are these for?" Y/n asked, flopping back down onto the bed, dangling the keys in front of her face.

"I think I could tell ya-" Jirou said, pointing to the headboard where one end of a pair of cuffs was locked.

"YOU DIRTY BITCH-" Y/n started laughing.

"Oh shut up, he looked fuckin good today and I couldn't wait until everyone left tomorrow." Mina laughed with her, taking the keys from her and unlocking the cuffs from the bed.

Mina crouched down under next to the bed, pulling out a big black box.

"You're fuckin kidding me." Jirou said.

"No way!" Ochako leaned forward to see what was in the box.

"Oh my god youre all children!" Mina yelled, opening the box of sex toys and putting the toy, cuffs, and keys back where they belong.

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The unusually high amount of commotion coming from the room where the girls were got all of the guys' attention.

"Theyre loud tonight." Kirishima said, starting the obvious.

"Thanks captain obvious." Bakugou scoffed.

"Shut up!" Kirishima said, throwing a pillow at Bakugous head.

"I wonder what the commotion is." Sero said, thinking out loud.

"Wanna find out?" Denki asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

"What, just go in and ask why theyre being loud? Thats rude." Todoroki inquired.

"No, you simple minded man. We eavesdrop!" Denki exclaimed as if it were obvious.

"No! We cant- thats invading their privacy!" Deku's face reddened.

"You're such a pussy." Bakugou said to the green haired boy, throwing the pillow at him instead of back at Kiri.

"C'monnnn they HAVE to be talking about something good- we never know what they do in there!" Denki said, thinking of his deepest fantasies.

"Oh god- what are you thinking about in that tiny brain?" Sero asked, tapping Denki's forehead.

"C'mon! I'm going- it's gotta be interesting." Denki said, walking towards the room.

The remaining boys sat in silence until Sero stood and followed Denki. "He has a point- they could be talking shit."

"It could be something embarrassing and funny! I could always use more ammo against Mina. C'mon." Kirishima said, Standing, dragging Bakugou with him.

The remaining boys followed, not wanting to be left out, Deku muttering to himself about privacy.

Leaned up against the door, Denki signaled the guys to be silent.

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"NO WHAT IS THAT ONE-" Y/n yelled, lunging forward to the box, reaching in. She and Mina were always closer than the rest of the girls, so this was nothing out of the ordinary. They invaded each others personal space and belongings on the daily.

She pulled out an O gag, holding it up in awe.

"It's to keep my mouth open." Mina explained simply with a small smirk.

"Oh my god." Y/n felt like she discovered the secrets of the world in this box. "What about this?" She asked, the rest of the girls gathering around, Momo suddenly more awake than ever.

"That one-" Mina took the toy from Y/n. "-is a vibrating butt plug."

"Holy shit." Y/n sat back on her butt, wanting to learn what everything was.

"Is that a fucking whip?" Momo asked.

"Sure is- I like that shit." Mina said plainly, holding the small whip in her hand.

"Like...being hit is a turn on for you?" Ochako asked, sitting next to Y/n.

"Only with consent and in a certain setting. Its just harder spanking." Mina explained.

"Spanking?" Y/n asked.

"Yeah- the basics. Spanking, hair pulling-" Mina started.

"Have you never done that stuff, Y/n?" Jirou asked.

"No. I mean nobody has ever like...Its always been quick hook ups ya know?" Y/n explained.

"I havent either... I'm too nervous." Ochako admitted.

"Oh my god! Ladies! You should experience your fantasies! You deserve it!" Mina exclaimed.

"You really should be able to, but with someone you trust." Asui added.

"I dont know if Izuku would be into it...I'd love for him to pull my hair sometimes though..." Ochako blushed.

"Never know till you ask!" Mina said.

"God- I want to know what it all feels like. I need to get laid." Y/n sighed.

"Aw baby! What are your fantasies? We can find ya someone!" Mina offered, sitting with the rest of the girls.

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"Damn Kirishima!" Denki whisper yelled to the blushing red head.

"Didn't know you two got down like that man." Sero whispered. "Props."

"What does- Ochako wants me to- what!?" Deku whisper yelled.

Bakugou didn't respond. He was too tuned into the girls' conversation, wanting to hear with his crush would say about her fantasies. He had been pining over Y/n for years from a distance, admiring her courage, her humor, her talent, and her ass- sorry boobs- sorry hips- sorry intelligence.

"Shut up, you idiots." He finally whispered, making the boys lean back in to the door.

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"Well, I mean hair pulling and spanking is a given- but like. I want the whole uh- calling someone daddy. Being called names maybe? I dont know, I've seen some stuff in porn too- like being bent over a counter? Or do shit in public even? God that sounds weird when I say it out loud-" Y/n said, shaking her head, trying to laugh it off.

"It isnt weird!" Asui reassured her.

"Babe, you just saw my gags, cuffs, and dildos. You're not weird." Mina giggled.

"Oh the gags too!" Ochako piped in. "I love that idea."

"I wanna be gagged with fingers not a ball." Y/n admitted.

"Oh my god- you would love being face fucked." Jirou chuckled.

"Face fucked?" Y/n asked.

"Like when a guy pretty much uses your mouth to get off." Mina explained.

"Oh... yeah... thats-" Y/n blushed and laughed, the entire group of girls laughing.

"You're a subby bitch, huh?" Mina asked.

"Guess so!" Y/n replied, laughing further.

"You need to be tied up and fucked-" Mina started, Y/n stopping her by yelling.

"STOPPP Oh my god SHUT UP." Y/n was red and warm.

"Who would it be?" Ochako asked.

"What?" Y/n replied.

"Who do you want to fuck you?" Jirou asked, catching on.

"Oh my god yeah!" Asui leaned in.

"Who who who!" Mina shook the girl's shoulders.

"IM NOT GONNA JUST SAY IT WHEN HES LITERALLY IN THE SAME APARTMENT-" Y/n admitted, shaking Mina shoulders as well.

"ITS ONE OF THE GUYS?!"

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"Oh fuck." Denki muttered.

Bakugou's face was red and he was thinking about all of the things he wanted to do to the seemingly innocent girl on the other side of the door.

"I bet its Sero." Denki whispered.

"Nah, I'm betting Todoroki." Sero replied.

"Totally not me." Todoroki whispered.

"Shut. Up." Bakugou seethed.

The guys all shut their mouths, realizing Bakugou wanted his name to come out of her mouth.

"Oh shit-" Denki started.

"Dont." Kirishima warned.

Denki chuckled and leaned back in to the door.

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"No- I'm not saying. It would NEVER happen anyways." Y/n said, blushing and looking to the floor.

"Is it Todoroki?!" Ochako asked.

"No its totally Sero." Jirou said.

"No no no it HAS to be Denki-" Momo started, the girls all debating with each other, except for Y/n and Mina.

"Oh my god." Mina said quietly, realization hitting her. "OH my GOD." She said again, louder, making everyone silently look at her.

"It's fucking Bakugou." Mina said, sure that she was right.

"No way." Asui said, convinced otherwise.

"Its absolutely Bakugou isn't it?" Mina asked her best friend with a smirk.

"FUCK OFF- oh my god- its not like- he wouldnt even- he wouldnt look in my direction- its not a big deal!" Y/n stuttered around her words, hating that she was found out.

"HOLY SHIT." Jirou yelled in shock.

"You really must want degradation." Momo chuckled.

"Shut up- he's literally the hottest guy I've ever met." Y/n stated, crossing her arms.

"OH MY GOD!" Ochako squealed.

"No- like- and his voice?! God, call me princess and choke me OUT." Y/n said, full thirst mode activated.

"THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER." Mina yelped.

"No because like- I want Todoroki to ruin me." Momo admitted, taking the pressure off of Y/n.

"Seriously- I want Denki to live his nasty fantasies out with me." Jirou said, joining in.

"Sero could bound me up any day." Asui added.

"I need Izu to be mean to me so bad." Ochako groaned.

"Kirishima is so fucking good- guys. Last night, he ate my ass and I couldve died happy right there."

"The way I need Bakugou to touch me literally all over- his hands are so hot." Y/n continued.

"OH dont even get me started on hands." Ochoko laughed.

"Get Bakugou to like.. hang out with you. One on one." Jirou suggested.

"No no no, I've come to terms with that never happening, He would never go for me- I'm sure he barely knows I exist." Y/n said, waving her hands in front of her.

"That's so not true- youre so hot!" Mina said, smacking her hands down.

"If he doesn't want you, hes insane." Jirou added.

"Gah- whatever. It's not like its gonna happen tonight or whatever- just. Can we drop it?" Y/n asked, feeling the insecurities creeping in.

"Yeah- no problem babes. Oh! Wanna watch New Girl?" Ochako suggested.

"Yes!" Asui, Mina, and Momo said in unison.

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"Momo... wants me to ruin her? What's that even mean?" Todoroki wondered out loud as the guys walked back out to the living room.

"I can pull Ochakos hair lightly. And be like moderately mean-" Deku thought out loud as well.

"Shut up- JIROU WANTS ME!" Denki jumped around the living room.

"And Asui wants me!!" Sero joined the blonde in jumping around.

"Dude..." Kirishima sat down next to a blushing Bakugou.

"What, shitty hair?"

"You're into Y/n arent you?" He asked, making the remaiining guys stop and look at them.

"No!" Bakugou got even redder.

"Oh my god. And she wants your fingers down her throat!" Denki celebrated.

"Shut up!" Bakugou said, putting a pillow over his lap.

"Make a move!" Sero said, patting his friends shoulder.

"I know I'm gonna make a move on Jirou tomorrow-" Denki said, settling down.

"I'm going to ask Momo out." Todoroki confirmed with himself.

"Can we just- turn something on." Bakugou said, throwing the remote at Deku, making him come back to earth.

"O-oh yeah. Sorry Kacchan."

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Y/n woke up around 3 am, the need to pee stronger than any thought in her mind. Getting up, she stepped over her friends on the floor, all asleep.

Meanwhile, Bakugou was awake getting water from the kitchen, noting mentally that all of the guys were passed out.

Hearing light footsteps, he turned his head to see Y/ns figure walking to the bathroom, light turning on as she disappeared into the bathroom, shutting the door.

His hands shook a little as he remembered all the things she said about him that night, the blood rushing to his dick.

"Tch." He scoffed, trying to shake the thoughts from his head as he heard the toilet flush.

She... wanted to fuck him, right?

So why not... now?

His mind raced as his feet took him closer to the bathroom door, brain full of images of what she might look like naked, what sounds she might make.

He stood in front of the door, hearing the sink turn off. He could turn around right now. But what if she noticed him walking away?

His thoughts were stopped by the door opening, his eyes greeted by the sight of Y/n in a long t-shirt looking startled by his presence.

He pushed her back into the bathroom, covering her mouth to make sure nobody woke up.

Shutting the door behind them, he pushed Y/n against the wall opposite the door, looking into her eyes.

"B-Bakugou. What are you doing?" She whisper-yelled, catching her breath from being scared.

"We- I heard you." He said, staring at the most perfect lips he'd seen.

"Heard me? Heard me wh- no. Nonononono." She whispered, panicking, hiding her face in her hands.

"Shhhh." He shushed her, moving her hands from her face, holding them. "Were you telling the truth, princess?" He asked, whispering, breath ghosting her face.

"Y-yeah. I'm sorry if that makes you uncomfortable-" She was interrupted by lips against hers.

His kiss was harsh and urgent, yet it made Y/n's panties soaked.

Y/n felt her hands get pressed against the wall above her, whimpering into Bakugou's mouth at feeling of the cold wall.

Pulling away, he attached his lips to her neck, nipping lightly.

"You never had someone take care 'a ya right, princess?" He asked between nips.

"N-no, just quickies." She admitted, biting back moans.

"Let me take care 'a ya. I'll let ya live out those fantasies" Bakugou demanded, earning a whimper and a nod from Y/n.

Letting go of her hands, Bakugou was pleased to see she kept them up. Obedient, he thought.

He lifted her shirt up and off of her body, revealing her tits. Groaning, he dove into the mounds in front of him, sucking both nipples individually, making her moan.

"Shit, baby. Been hidin these from me?" He asked.

"Ba-bakugou~" She moaned out.

"Katsuki. Call me Katsuki." He demanded, dropping to his knees.

"Katsuki-" She moaned out as he rid her of her panties, spreading her legs, admiring her glistening cunt.

"Damn. You are gorgeous." He praised, fingers starting to toy with her lips.

"Oh my god."

"You really thought I didn't know you existed, princess?" He asked, looking up at her and maintaining eye contact.

"Yeah- you never talk to me-" She muttered, trying to grind her hips against his hand, being stopped by his left hand holding her hips against the tile wall.

"Doesn't mean I havent fucked my fist thinkin about the noises you might make. I watch you- I see how fuckin smart and skilled you are. Not to mention sexy as hell." He admitted, touching Y/n's clit lightly, watching her squirm and gasp.

"P-please, Katsuki." She whined.

"What, princess? Tell me what ya need." He teased her clit more, her hips jerking against his left hand in response.

"Touch me-"

"Touch me what?" He asked, chuckling.

Not knowing what he wanted her to say more, Y/n decided to loop two words into the sentence.

"Please touch me daddy."

With that, Bakugou was holding her hip up with his left hand still, lifting her leg over his shoulder to give him easier access to her wet pussy. He licked a stripe up the center, tasting her slowly. Her hands flew to his hair to stabilize herself.

"Shit, daddy!" She whispered, head pushed against the tile wall as she started to grind her core against his face.

Pushing a finger in, Bakugou felt her pulling his hair lightly, making him moan into her.

"M-moreee." Y/n moaned, feeling her climax already creeping up on her. He added another finger, giving her what she needed.

"Gimme it- cum for me princess- oh fuck-" He went her faster, feeling her walls clench around his fingers. Licking her cum from her pussy, Bakugou was in absolute heaven.

"Pleasepleaseplease-" She whined, feeling him pull away from her and move her foot back to the floor, standing up.

He kissed her, making her taste her own essence, both moaning into the kiss.

"You need to be quiet, princess. Gonna wake everyone up." He whispered into her ear, moving her body to be in front of the counter and mirror. He turned her around, letting her watch the way he played with her nipples for a moment before he couldn't take it anymore.

Taking his shirt off and pushing his pants down, Bakugou knew he needed to be inside of her.

He pushed her shoulders lightly, making her bend over.

"Aint this what you wanted? Hmm? To be bent over a counter and fucked?" He asked, rubbing his dick along her center.

"Y-yes. Need it so bad." She whimpered.

"Your wish is my command." He stated, pushing his cock into her pussy slowly.

She moaned quietly as he bottomed out inside of her, his balls resting against her pussy.

"M-move. Please daddy move- fuck me- god-" She blabbered, hands gripping the marble counter.

Without a word, Bakugou pulled her hair lightly, making her watch them both in the mirror as he began fucking her.

Thrust after thrust, she got louder and louder.

He pulled her hair harder, making her arch up into his chest.

Putting his fingers in her mouth, he whispered in her ear. "Guess ill have to shove my fuckin fingers down your throat to keep ya quiet, hah?"

She gagged as he pushed his fingers further, moaning lightly as her eyes rolled back.

"Gonna cum again, princess? Aw, thats it, cum for daddy." He teased, whispering becoming more horse as he felt his own climax nearing.

"Shit baby- gonna cum- can I- in ya?" He grunted out, feeling her walls tighten around his dick as she drooled around his fingers, letting it drip down his hand. She nodded the best she could as she came, legs twitching, screams of pleasure caught in her throat.

He painted her walls with his cum, grunting with each weak thrust.

As the two came down from their highs, he pulled out, turning and lifting her to sit on the counter, making a mess.

He watched as she leaned her head against the mirror, catching her breath and gripping the counter still as after shock like waves of pleasure ripped through her weakly.

He grabbed a wash cloth from the closet, knowing where everything is as he helped Mina and Kirishima move in and unpack a few months ago.

Wetting it, Bakugou checked on Y/n, seeing that her eyes were shut and her body was calming.

He cleaned Y/n up, starting with her thighs and center, moving down her legs. He got a separate wash cloth to wet with cold water and set on her forehead.

Putting his own underwear and sweat pants on, he gathered her shirt and panties, handing them to her as she came back to planet earth and gave him the cold wash cloth.

"Thank you, Bakugou." She muttered, smiling as she got dressed.

"Hey, I told ya. Katsuki." He reminded her, tilting her chin up and giving her a kiss. This kiss was much softer in comparison to the one earlier.

Pulling away, she blushed.

"Thank you, Katsuki."

"Thank you, Y/n. Hope we can uh- ya know. Do it again?" He asked, not sure how to go about this.

"Absolutely. And maybe I can even hold your hand now and then." She giggled.

"Maybe I'll take ya on a date then, how's that sound princess?" He asked, unsure of where the confidence came from.

"Perfect." She smiled, kissing him one last time before they walked out of the bathroom. "Sleep well, Katsuki."

"You too, princess."

Walking back into the bedroom and laying next to Mina, Y/n was spooked by Mina asking "What the hell took so long? I got cold."

"Oh uh- just had too pee."

"That was a long pee." Mina said, cuddling up to Y/n's side.

"Yeah- Bakugou needed some help." She suggested, hinting a little.

"You fucked Bakugou in my bathroom, didn't you?" Mina asked, yawning.

"Nahhh. He fucked me." The two laughed lightly, falling back asleep.

boyfriend of the year (?) | k. bakugo

texts from a relationship built on mutual annoyance, emotional damage, and sour gummies from 7/11

Chapter Seven

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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“You’re shitting me right?” Bakugou’s voice suddenly came above the whole training ground. But he knew somewhere it was true, cause to be fair the evidence was adding up and looking right at him.

Drax ignored him, as he kneeled before you. His horns as black as the night sky poking out of his head, a mark covering one of his eyes as he looked up at you. “You’re highness is finally at the certain age that she will discover herself fully. But its not safe anymore princess, you should come wit-“

“Woah woah woah, I’m sorry does it look like I’m going to come with you?” You spoke out, taking a step back from everything and everyone, panic coming to the surface. “ cause first you tell me, my whole life is a lie, second of I’m apparently a danger to society and possibly the universe—“

You were reaching for your back, two heavy pair of black wings sitting beautifully on your back. “And lastly, get these things off me-! What’s happening-!” Your breath fell quickly, as you kept clawing at your back, trying to wrap your head around the fact that he just called you “your highness”

Drax finally stood, slow and careful, taking a cautious step toward you. His voice lowered into something almost melodic, steady like a lullaby. “Breathe, Princess. Please. The wings won’t hurt you — they’re part of you.”

But the word Princess snapped you right back into that same spiral, making the air feel even thinner.

“I’m not a princess!” you shouted, voice cracking under the weight of your fear. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, uninvited and hot, but you blinked them back, pulling your knees tightly to your chest. “I’m not— I’m not anything. I don’t want this.”

For a long moment, the field was quiet except for your uneven breathing.

“You are a stranger-! And If-“ You couldn’t finish that sentence, tears streaming slightly down your cheek, but you quickly wiped it away. “The wings need to go-! I can’t go on like this-! I-“

Bakugou stepped in, closing the space between you with a firm, grounding presence. His hand didn’t touch you, but hovered close — steady, solid, and unshakable.

“Hey.” His voice wasn’t sharp like usual, but low and commanding enough to cut through the storm spinning in your head. “Breathe, idiot.”

You couldn’t meet his eyes, but you felt the shift in his tone. He inhaled slow and deep, holding it for a few seconds before releasing it in a controlled breath. “Come on. Match me.”

Your chest was tight, your breathing ragged, but you tried. Shaky at first, shallow — but with each breath Bakugou took, you mirrored it a little closer, the panic loosening its grip, just enough for your head to clear.

Once your breathing steadied, Drax finally moved, slow and careful, giving you space but speaking with calm certainty. “The wings don’t have to stay out, Princess,” he said softly, the word still foreign and heavy on your ears. “They only appear when your instincts wake... when your blood remembers. I can teach you to control it.”

You hesitated, blinking through the tears, your voice barely above a whisper. “Control it?”

Drax nodded once, lifting a hand, palm open and steady. “Close your eyes,” he instructed. “Focus on the space between your shoulder blades. Feel the weight... and then imagine pulling it inward. Like folding a blanket — slow, but firm.”

You took a deep breath, imagined it being Nezu who wrapped an soft blanket around you. Your shoulder blades slowly relaxed, your body slumping cause of all the adrenaline, as your vision began to blur a little.

“That’s it..” Drax smiled softly, as he watched your wings slowly fold itself up and into your body with some small magic. “You’ve done amazing your highness..” He spoke to her softly, as he saw aizawa and All might run over to them finally.

Aizawa’s hand lingered on your shoulder for a moment longer, steady and grounding, but his sharp gaze never left Drax. The tension in his posture wasn’t from the wings — it was from the stranger standing too calmly in the middle of U.A.’s training field, acting like he belonged there.

Drax straightened as Aizawa slowly rose to his feet, his scarf subtly shifting like it was ready to strike if it had to.

“You talk like you’ve been watching her for a long time.” Aizawa’s voice was even, but the edge beneath it was clear as day. “And I don’t remember your name on the guest list.”

Drax met his gaze without flinching, that same respectful calm settling over his features. “I’ve watched over her from a distance. My duty lies with her safety, not your school’s permission.” His words weren’t sharp, but they were firm.

Aizawa’s brow twitched slightly, his instinctive distrust sharpening. “And what exactly are you protecting her from?” His eyes flicked to you, still pale and shaky, and then back to Drax. “Or should I be asking — who sent you?”

Bakugou, still hovering nearby, tensed at that. His gaze darted to Drax, the same question lingering silently on his face, though he’d never admit it out loud.

Drax clasped his hands behind his back, glancing toward the horizon for a moment before answering. “There are forces older than your heroes and your villains. Forces that have been waiting for her to awaken.” He turned his head back to Aizawa. “If I wished her harm, I wouldn’t have helped her control the wings. You know that.”

Aizawa’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t back down. “Maybe. Or maybe you need her alive for something worse.”

The air between them thickened, the unspoken standoff cutting through the fading tension. All Might stepped in then, placing a hand lightly on Aizawa’s arm.

“Eraserhead,” All Might said softly, “he did help her. At least for now.”

Aizawa didn’t relax, but his eyes flicked back to you, your body still slumped against the training ground, barely holding it together. He let out a slow breath through his nose.

“This conversation isn’t over,” he muttered, eyes returning to Drax with a silent promise. “You’re coming with us for questioning. U.A. doesn’t trust strangers.”

Drax gave a small bow of his head. “Understandable. I will answer what I can.”

Bakugou shot a glance at you, watching your barely-there strength flicker like a dying flame. His voice was low, but it cut through the heavy air.

“Tch. Looks like you’ve got a lot of explaining to do, horn-head.”

Drax’s only response was a quiet nod, eyes lingering on you — as if the answers he carried weren’t going to be easy for anyone to hear.

You quietly reached out for All might, as everything became a little dizzy. “Dad..I-..” She almost fell but he caught her. “That’s the shock of someone who just experienced transformation.” Drax spoke gently. 

Aizawa’s sharp gaze flicked to Drax, still watching him like a hawk even as he hovered near your side. “She’s not your concern anymore,” Aizawa said coolly. “You’ve done enough. We’ll handle it from here.”

But Drax didn’t flinch, his attention resting on you, the faintest flicker of something like guilt hidden behind his calm expression. “She’s more than you know,” he said quietly, almost to himself. “And this is only the beginning.”

All Might’s hold on you tightened slightly, as if the weight of those words settled in his chest too. He exchanged a look with Aizawa, silent but loaded, before carefully scooping you into his arms.

“We’ll talk later,” Aizawa said to Drax, his voice final, sharp as steel. “Right now, her well-being comes first.”

Drax gave a slow nod, stepping back, finally yielding to the unspoken boundary.

You fell in and out of consciousness, and the last thing you remember was a feeling of warm hands lifting you up and holding you close.

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“Fascinating..” Nezu spoke in his office, as you slept on the couch in the same room. “I knew my little light was special, but woah..” He gently stroked her hair. He looked over at drax, as bakugou has been sent back to his room, making him take a step back. “Tell me everything.” He finally spoke to Drax.

Drax’s expression didn’t waver, but there was the faintest crack of hesitation before he finally spoke.

“She is not what you thought her to be,” he began quietly, his voice deep but controlled. “Her blood is older than quirks, older than your society, older than humanity’s current place in the world.”

Nezu’s ears twitched slightly, but he said nothing, letting Drax continue.

“She is the daughter of Eve — the Eve,” he said, letting the name hang heavy in the air. “The same one written into your oldest human texts, the mother of mankind. Her bloodline... was never fully human to begin with. And her father—”

Drax paused, his throat tightening slightly, though his face remained composed.

“Her father is Lucifer.”

Nezu’s fingers steepled slowly, the weight of the revelation washing over him like cold rain. His mind raced, analyzing every oddity, every unexplained flicker of power or instinct you’d ever shown — and now it all clicked into place.

“So, the Morning Star and the First Woman,” Nezu mused aloud, the words almost surreal. “I assume that makes you more than just an observer.”

Drax straightened slightly, the shadows on his face deepening under the room’s dim lights.

“I am Lucifer’s right hand,” he said simply. “I was tasked with watching over her. When her time of awakening arrived, I was to retrieve her and bring her to safety. Away from those who would use her... or destroy her.”

Nezu’s dark eyes narrowed, sharp as broken glass.

“And you let her live her entire life here, unaware of any of this.”

“She was safer not knowing,” Drax answered without flinching. “Knowledge draws attention. If the other realms — Heaven, Hell, or worse — learned what she was before her wings surfaced, she wouldn’t have survived long enough to understand her own power.”

Nezu leaned back slightly in his chair, gaze flicking toward your sleeping form. His voice softened, but the steel in it remained.

“She is not a pawn. Not for Lucifer, not for you. Not for anyone.”

Drax bowed his head slightly, his voice steady.

“She is not a pawn. She is a queen.”

Nezu’s lips pressed into a thin line, the reality settling on his chest like iron. After a long pause, he nodded once.

“There is this ancient prophecy surrounding heaven and hell. One where a child was born, one so powerful she could rule over two realms, eliminating everyone in their way.” Drax looked outside the window of UA. Seeing the young man screaming at the very rightfully suspicious teacher.

“This is not her first lifetime.. Her soul is centuries old, but every time they tried getting rid of her, she just reincarnated back onto earth.” Drax looked back at Nezu, his expression so serious that Nezu’s heart began to race. “This is the first lifetime we were able to safe her when she was a child.”

Nezu’s eyes narrowed, absorbing the weight of this revelation. “A reincarnating soul… so, she’s been reborn over and over again?”

“Yes,” Drax said, his voice heavy with the centuries of watching and waiting. “Each time she returns, she’s born into a new life, with no memory of who she once was. But the moment she reaches the age of awakening, the moment her true power surfaces, they come for her. Heaven. Hell. Everyone.”

Nezu’s mind whirred, his small form suddenly brimming with questions. "And you — you've been watching her this whole time, knowing all of this?"

Drax’s gaze softened, but there was no warmth in it. Only the cold, relentless truth.

“I’ve been her guardian,” he replied quietly. “Since the day she was born. I was bound to protect her, to guide her when the time came. And this time... it was different. This time, we managed to save her before her awakening. She’s been living a normal life, thinking she’s human.”

Nezu’s eyes flicked to you again, his thoughts racing. "But now that she’s awakened... now what?"

Drax’s jaw tightened. "Now, she must learn to control her power before they find her again. And they will. The clock is already ticking."

“And that means she has to come with us. To hell.” Drax continued, looking at Nezu and then gently gazed at you. “This was not an easy decision for his majesty himself. But he loved her so much he had to let her go at the right time.” 

Drax slowly stood over nezu, glaring slightly as his own horns on his head became slightly bigger. “Never. Ever. Suggest his majesty let her go easily.” 

Nezu didn’t flinch, though his expression tightened. The tension in the room was almost unbearable, the weight of centuries of loyalty and authority pressing down like a storm cloud.

Drax’s eyes softened ever so slightly, his voice returning to a quiet seriousness. “You don’t understand what it means to care for someone the way he does. Lucifer has watched over her for lifetimes. He’s waited. And now, she is his responsibility. Not just the prophecy. But her. She is his heart.”

Nezu remained still, his eyes never leaving Drax. He understood the depths of this commitment, even if he didn’t fully agree with it. He was used to playing games of strategy, but this... this was something far more personal, something that had stakes that could shatter everything.

“I understand,” Nezu said after a moment, his voice cool, but there was an edge to it now — something heavier, more deliberate. “But don’t mistake me. I am not so naïve as to believe I can simply let her go without understanding the consequences. Lucifer’s wishes don’t dictate everything here. She is here now. She is one of us, and we will protect her. If that means keeping her away from you, or from Hell, we’ll find a way.”

“He never implied for her to go alone.” Drax gracefully made a small circle in the middle of the air, grabbing a small book out of the pocket between space and time. “We are able to travel through dimensions. Only the highest form of Royalty and his majesty’s closest companions are being teaches this technique.”

He held the book up, looking at Nezu. “She will learn of to travel through dimensions, sharpen her powers and learn the rules of the universe.” He gently laid the book down on the desk. “His majesty told me she can choose three extra people to come with her. One Adult, two kids.”

Nezu’s brow arched slightly at that, his curiosity sharpening. “Three companions?” he repeated quietly. “And these companions would be permitted to follow her into Hell? To train beside her?”

Drax nodded, his expression neutral but his eyes glinting with something sharper. “Yes. His majesty believes in choice — even if the world doesn’t. She will decide who they are. No one else.”

Nezu’s gaze flicked toward you, still resting quietly on the couch. The room felt smaller now, as if the walls themselves had absorbed the gravity of the decision looming in the near future.

“She’s still a child,” Nezu murmured, almost to himself. “The responsibility you're handing her will shape her forever.”

Drax’s voice softened, but didn’t lose its weight. “She was born with that responsibility. Now, at least, she’ll have a say in who stands beside her.”

Nezu leaned back, finally resting his paw against the desk, but not touching the book. His sharp mind was already calculating the possibilities, the risks, the consequences — and the faces of those likely to be chosen.

“She’ll need time to understand,” Nezu said after a moment. “And we’ll be ready when she does.”

Drax tilted his head slightly, his voice low. “Time isn’t something we have much of, Principal.”

The two of them sat in the heavy silence, the ancient book resting between them like an unspoken contract — your future already unfolding, even as you slept, blissfully unaware.

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Chapter Six

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s payback.”

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

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

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

You blinked. “Huh? Why?”

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

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

Aizawa didn’t answer, already walking away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Barely.

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

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

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

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

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

“It wasn’t.”

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

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

“Tch. Don’t get soft on me now.”

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

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

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

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

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

Too peaceful.

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

You grinned, about to throw some snark back when—

BOOM.

A blinding light tore through the sky.

Golden. Blistering. Divine.

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

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

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

They didn’t speak at first.

They didn’t need to.

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

They were here for you.

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

There was no time to speak.

No time to question.

The moment you locked eyes with them—they moved.

Faster than human sight.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But this time—you met them head-on.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A chill crawled up your spine.

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

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

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

The figure didn’t answer.

But your body did.

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

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

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

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

But the figure was moving again.

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

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

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

A part of you was waking up.

Not fully. Not yet.

But it was there now.

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

Not by bakugou, not by Aizawa, no.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Chapter Five

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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.

——

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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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.

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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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Chapter 3

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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.

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“Are you absolutely 100% sure you want to do this?” Uraraka asked nervously, fidgeting with her own suit.

You transformed into your own suit—a sleek black bodysuit adorned with small blue flames flickering across the fabric. A massive belt wrapped tightly around your waist, while a mask, designed to protect you from the ashes of your quirk, was securely fastened to your face.

“I am sure, someone has to put him in his place” you rolled her eyes, as you stretched a little. “I won’t let him bully someone, even if that someone is used to it, no.”

Yaoyorozu crossed her arms, concern clear in her expression. “I understand wanting to stand your ground, but Bakugou isn’t an opponent to take lightly.”

You rolled your shoulders, the fabric of your suit flexing with the movement. “I know exactly what I’m doing,” you said, adjusting the mask on your face.

“Just..be careful.” Uraraka warned her, smiling at her softly. “All the girls believe in you.”

You looked back at her, as you smiled. Giving her a thumbs up. Uraraka looked at her with a small disbelief, but she could see she was trained very well.

After all that smile was exactly like All-Mights.

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As you tied your hair in a ponytail, your bangs still covering your forehead as you prepared for the fight, Todoroki approached, his usual calm expression unreadable. His heterochromatic eyes flicked toward Bakugou, who was stretching across the field, sparks popping off his palms in anticipation.

“You’re really going through with this?” Todoroki asked, his voice even but carrying an edge of curiosity.

You exhaled, rolling your shoulders. “Yeah. Someone needs to knock that ego down a few notches.”

Todoroki studied you for a moment before speaking again. “Your quirk… You said before that you trained with my father.” His voice was measured, but there was a slight tension underneath.

Your jaw clenched instinctively. “Yeah. I did.” His gaze didn’t waver. “Then you know what he’s like.”

A bitter chuckle escaped you as you secured your mask again. “Oh, trust me, I know. I get why you and your siblings want nothing to do with him.” You glanced at him, your flames flickering to life at your fingertips. “Training with Endeavor wasn’t learning—it was survival.”

Todoroki’s expression hardened slightly, but there was something else there—understanding. A quiet, unspoken acknowledgment between two people who knew exactly what kind of man Endeavor was.

Before he could reply, Bakugou’s voice cut through the air. “Oi! Hurry the hell up! Unless you’re already chickening out.” You smirked, stepping forward. “We’ll finish this conversation later.”

Todoroki gave you a small nod, his hands slipping into his pockets. “Just don’t let him get under your skin. He feeds off of it.”

You glanced back, grinning. “I’m counting on it.” Then, without another word, you strode onto the battlefield.

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You stood a few paces away from bakugou, seeing him yet not close enough to really see him. You count to ten, feeling some of the teachers gaze on your back. ‘Swift and fast’ you thought, as you heard aizawa slowly count from 10 to 0.

“3..2..1..now!” He screamed, taking a step back.

Bakugou strode immediately in your direction, using his explosions to boost himself as quickly as possible at you. You concentrated on your hands as you created a wall of blue fire, giving you a small advantage of getting in his blind spot.

“THE HELL?!” He screamed, as the flames dissolved, leaving the area empty. He looked up, suddenly seeing you charging from the sky towards him to kick his face. He grabbed your boot just in time before it could do serious damage. 

You twisted your leg, using your free one to kick his cheek, making him let go of your other leg.

Bakugou stumbled back slightly, his teeth gritted as he wiped at the faint red mark forming on his cheek. His crimson eyes flickered with something between annoyance and excitement.

“Tch, not bad,” he admitted, cracking his neck. “But you’re gonna regret that.”

Before you could respond, he launched himself forward, explosions propelling him at a speed that made the ground crack beneath him. You barely had time to brace before he was on you, swinging a fist aimed right at your ribs.

You twisted at the last second, dodging most of the impact, but the heat still seared against your side. Gritting your teeth, you countered by igniting your flames in a burst, forcing him to jump back to avoid getting burned.

You panted, your chest rising and falling as flames burst from your fists, striking toward Bakugou like whips of fire. But he was fast—too fast. He weaved through them effortlessly, each explosion from his palms propelling him just out of reach.

Before you could adjust your aim, he was suddenly in front of you.

“Too slow.”

His hand clenched your collar, yanking you forward before slamming you down with brutal force. The impact sent a shockwave through the ground, dust and embers scattering in the air as pain jolted through your back.

Bakugou didn’t let go, leaning in with a wild grin. “What? Thought you had me?” His grip tightened. “Not even close.”

You groaned, eyes locking onto Bakugou despite the pain radiating through your back. Instead of struggling, you smirked.

“You hit like a man trying to prove something.”

And to everybody’s surprise, you head bunked him so hard that it caught him of guard. You pulled your legs towards your own body and kicked his chest hard, getting him off from you. As he flew back, you send him a wave of fire, burning some of his suit.

Standing up, slightly stumbling because of using your head to defend yourself, you wiped the blood from your nose, smirking badly. “Is that all you got?”

Bakugou caught himself mid-air, flipping before skidding across the ground, smoke rising from the scorched parts of his suit. His breath was heavy, eyes wide for a fraction of a second before they narrowed into something more dangerous.

Slowly, he wiped at his mouth, noticing the faint trace of blood on his glove. Then, he started laughing. Low at first, then louder, a wild, almost unhinged grin spreading across his face.

“Oh, you’re dead.”

He charged at you, explosions propelling him forward like a missile. The heat from his blasts burned against your skin before his fist even got close. You quickly created distance, your hands moving like you are grabbing a pole, as flames manifested in your hands, creating a whip. 

Your whip catches his arm, burning through his clothes. He yelped, but tugged it forward catching you off guard and wrapped the whip around your neck, choking you a bit. You unleased the whip as you gasped for air, feeling the skin of your neck burning.

Bakugou didn’t hesitate—he launched himself forward, aiming a brutal right hook at your face.

At the last second, you ducked, sliding beneath him as you ignited the flames around your hands. With a swift motion, you drove a Flame-coated Uppercut into his stomach, sending a shockwave of heat between you both.

Bakugou grunted, his body lifting slightly from the impact, but he recovered fast. His hands sparked violently as he spun mid-air, twisting to send an explosion straight at you.

You barely had time to react. The blast struck your side, sending you skidding across the ground, your suit slightly charred. The smell of burnt fabric filled the air, mixing with the heat of battle.

Panting, you wiped the blood trickling from your lip and pushed yourself up. Bakugou was already grinning, cracking his knuckles.

"You still breathing?" he taunted, his crimson eyes gleaming with excitement.

You smirked, rolling your shoulders. "You’re gonna wish I wasn’t.”

Your fist connected with his jaw, sending him stumbling back. But you weren’t done. Twisting mid-air, you brought your knee up hard into his ribs, forcing the air from his lungs. As he staggered, you spun and delivered a flaming roundhouse kick to his side, sending him crashing into the ground.

"Where’s all that confidence now, Bakugou?" you taunted, breathing heavily but steady.

Before you could react, Bakugou caught your wrist and twisted, yanking you forward before slamming you into the ground. The impact sent a shock through your body, knocking the air from your lungs. You barely had time to gasp before he pressed a knee into your back, pinning you down with his weight. His breath was hot against your ear, voice low and sharp.

"You think fire makes you strong? Please. You’re just a failure who can’t even control it."

Your body stiffened.

That wasn’t just Bakugou’s voice—it was a ghost from your past, bleeding into the present.

“You're just a failure if you can't control it.”

A tiny figure stood in front of a wooden target, burns covering her arms as she was sweating. The Number Two Hero looked down at the little lady, a scowl visible on his face. 

“You think you can become the number one with those pathetic kind of moves?” 

Her fingers twitched at her sides, curling into fists. She wanted to scream. To cry. To fight back. But she knew better.

Instead, she forced herself to meet his gaze, her lip trembling but her eyes burning with something deeper.

She would get stronger. She would prove him wrong.

Even if it killed her.

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Bakugou smirked as he pinned you down again, this time with no room for escape. His hands sparked with small explosions, the heat grazing your skin, but he didn’t let them go off just yet.

"Tch. That all you got?" His voice dripped with arrogance, crimson eyes glaring down at you. "All that fire, all that talk, and you still can’t keep up."

Your breath was ragged, your limbs aching, but his words burned worse than any of his explosions. You struggled against his grip, but he didn’t budge.

Then, he leaned in closer, voice dropping low.

"You’re just a failure if you can’t control it.” He repeated again, Your entire body went still.

A sharp ringing filled your ears. The world around you blurred. The weight of Bakugou pressing you down melted away, replaced by something heavier.

The memory crashed into you, sudden and suffocating. The scent of burnt skin. The crushing disappointment in Endeavor’s glare. The suffocating pressure of not being enough. Your vision flickered. The present wavered.

Then, fire erupted.

A blast of pure, untamed heat exploded from your body, the sheer force sending Bakugou flying back. He barely managed to brace himself before skidding across the battlefield, eyes wide in surprise. You pushed yourself up, slow and steady, your body trembling but your flames burning brighter than ever.

Your fingers twitched, sparks of fire getting ignited all across the room. Controlled? No. But this time, you didn’t care.

Bakugou was just about to bark something back, but stopped at his tracks, his eyes widening as he looked into hers.

Cause they weren’t her usual color, they were pitch black.

Something was very, very wrong.

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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.

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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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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.

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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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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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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.

The Outbreak.

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Fem Reader Version

Katsuki Bakugou x Male! Reader.

Warnings: Apocalypse AU, non-quirks AU, blood, death, attempted non-con.

Summary: You stand in the middle of school with your boyfriend leaving sick only for a much more serious disease to appear while he's gone.

W/C: 1.5k+

You stand in place listening to the school announcements in silence with the rest of the classes lined perfectly outside and give a small glance to your blonde boyfriend a few feet away from you, noticing something odd in his behavior. He seems to be having trouble standing straight, lightly swaying in circles and hunched over holding his head low, which is unusual for someone with their pride and ego the size of an elephant.

You see him walk over to your teacher and say something before leaving towards the inside of the school building, walking beside you in the process and worrying you even more. You look back forward again and wait for the announcements to finish, standing quietly in place. Suddenly, you hear loud gasps and look over to see that a student fainted, the announcements immediately stopping with the class teacher taking a closer look.

Another set of gasps filling your ears has you turning your head in the direction to see yet another student passed out, another one following suit having the other students panicking. With more students and even teachers falling over, the panic only worsens, the speakers trying to keep everyone calm. A loud piercing scream is heard next with everybody’s heads turning in the direction to see that one of the passed out people woke up and is now biting at the neck of said screaming person.

More screams are heard at the sight of the blood gushing out like a fountain with a teacher trying to pull away the student only to get chunks bitten out herself. “HELP! HELP ME!” Someone shouts, having someone else on top of them as well. You look around and see multiple people running away, some being chased down and eaten alive all while screaming for help, giant puddles of blood starting to form.

Your mind quickly drifts to Bakugou and you look back to the school where most are running to, no doubt soon to be filled with the man-eating creatures, and before you can tell yourself otherwise, you’re running out the school with horrid screeching and screaming noises following behind you. You run as fast as your legs can carry you while trying to block the desperate voices of people screaming for help, guilt eating at your chest and hoping that just maybe Bakugou could make it out.

Barely slowing down, you take in the sight of the large tall building coming in sight and quickly make the decision to hide in the abandoned mental hospital that always seemed awfully close to the school. You rush in and slam the double doors shut, locking them with the surface door bolts at the top and stepping aside to hide behind a thick concrete column, peeking from behind them at the glass of the doors that serve as the only light source.

You watch with shaking hands as people run by in front of the building, trying to outrun the blood-covered shrieking people, some failing and being caught. You flinch back when someone slams into the door and desperately tries to pull the door open, hiding further behind the column and seeing the young man desperately trying to get in. “Let me in! Please let me in! I know you’re in there! I just saw you go in!” He shouts.

You quietly step away and hold your ears in attempt to block out his shouts for help, knowing that if you open the door, he might not be the only one to come in, or maybe not the only sane one. “I’ll break the glass!” Your eyes widen at his words. “You hear me! Let me in or I’ll break the glass!” He repeats and you peek back around the corner before quickly going to the doors and unlocking one of them to let him in, slamming the door back shut and locking it.

You both step back but it’s not long before he grabs the rusted old metal tables and pulls them towards the doors, barricading them with you soon following after, grabbing some chairs and helping him block the entry, leaving you in an almost pitch black darkness, just barely being able to see. You finally move away from the doors once again and turn around only to freeze stiff, managing to make out the sight of a gun being pointed at you.

“You know how this goes, move.” He directs you by pointing his gun to the wall on your right before aiming back at you. You slowly bring your hands up and carefully move to your right and away from the door, stopping in an open doorway leading to a hall further into the hospital. “Why are you doing this? I helped you.” You quietly say, your voice barely audible through the screams and horrid sounds of the flesh-eating creatures outside.

“You talk like you weren’t just gonna leave me to die.” You hear the smile in his voice, feeling his piercing gaze on you. “… Take your clothes off.” He breaks the small pause. “… What?” You start to panic. “NOW!” His shout makes you flinch. Your shaky hands grab at the blazer of your uniform and slowly take it off, hearing the low pat of it landing on the floor. “Slower.” He whispers in a seductive tone that only makes tears start to fall from your eyes.

You bite your lip to keep yourself quiet and slowly unbutton your dress shirt until it’s falling to the floor with your blazer, leaving your top half bare. “Keep going.” He eggs on. A shaky breath escapes you as you grab your belt, unbuckling it before pushing your pants off, stepping out of them as well as your shoes in the process. “Good…” He continues to speak in a low voice, letting you hear a barely audible noise coming from behind you.

You turn your head around and stare intently, waiting for a few seconds and managing to see something sprint from one side of the end of the hall to the other. You go to take off and run away from the doorway but stop at the man shouting at you with his gun following you closely. “Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” He sternly asks. “Please, there’s something behind me.” You beg. “You really think I’m gonna fall for that?” You barely even register his words, noticing something slowly approaching from behind him.

Bakugou.

He made it out. And he must’ve gotten in through the side entrance. “Please, just let me move away, I’m begging you.” You keep the older male’s attention on you while Bakugou quietly sneaks in closer. “Keep undressing.” The man urges but you look behind you instead, seeing the silhouette of the creature once again run from one side to the other but now much closer than before, the poor lighting as well as you standing in the way keeping the man from seeing.

You duck away to the side just when the horrid creature crosses the doorway with an ear-piercing shriek, barely dodging it in time for it to instead lunge at the man who kills it with a single bullet with ease. As soon as the monster falls, Bakugou’s quick to act and finally reaches him, grabbing his face from behind and without hesitation, shoving his fingers in his eyes, hearing him instantly scream and drop the gun in pain.

He shoves the man to the floor, grabs the gun and opts for repeatedly smashing the bottom of the grip against his bleeding face, knowing he could need the bullets for later. You squeeze your eyes shut and cover your ears in attempt to drown out the noise of Bakugou smashing his face in, only stopping once his screams of agony have stopped. You slowly uncover your ears and only hear the sound of him panting, deciding to open your eyes and look over at him with tears still running down your cheeks.

As soon as he hears you sniffle, he looks over at you and moves away from the corpse to embrace you in a hug, keeping the gun in his hand. “It’s okay, you’re fine now.” He consoles. “Are you okay?” You sob while his hand rubs at your shoulder before pulling your head away from his neck so he can see you in the poor lighting of the building, remembering how he seemed sick at the school announcements.

“Don’t worry about me, it was just a stomach bug. It isn’t easy to spill your guts out while you hear people screaming, but I’m okay.” He assures, holding your face and staring into your hopeless empty eyes. “My boy… My smart boy, I knew you’d hide here.” He brushes your tears away with a warm smile, trying to cheer you up if only a little.

“I’m so proud of you.” He praises while stroking your cheek, knowing it must’ve been hard for you to make it out of the school only to end up with some idiot trying to take advantage of you. “I promise you, we’re gonna make it.” He plants a soft kiss on your lips and holds you in his arms, hoping that you would make it.

The Outbreak.

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Katsuki Bakugou x Fem! Reader.

Warnings: Apocalypse AU, non-quirks AU, blood, death, attempted non-con.

Summary: You stand in the middle of school with your boyfriend leaving sick only for a much more serious disease to appear while he's gone.

W/C: 1.5k+

You stand in place listening to the school announcements in silence with the rest of the classes lined perfectly outside and give a small glance to your blonde boyfriend a few feet away from you, noticing something odd in his behavior. He seems to be having trouble standing straight, lightly swaying in circles and hunched over holding his head low, which is unusual for someone with their pride and ego the size of an elephant.

You see him walk over to your teacher and say something before leaving towards the inside of the school building, walking beside you in the process and worrying you even more. You look back forward again and wait for the announcements to finish, standing quietly in place. Suddenly, you hear loud gasps and look over to see that a student fainted, the announcements immediately stopping with the class teacher taking a closer look.

Another set of gasps filling your ears has you turning your head in the direction to see yet another student passed out, another one following suit having the other students panicking. With more students and even teachers falling over, the panic only worsens, the speakers trying to keep everyone calm. A loud piercing scream is heard next with everybody’s heads turning in the direction to see that one of the passed out people woke up and is now biting at the neck of said screaming person.

More screams are heard at the sight of the blood gushing out like a fountain with a teacher trying to pull away the student only to get chunks bitten out herself. “HELP! HELP ME!” Someone shouts, having someone else on top of them as well. You look around and see multiple people running away, some being chased down and eaten alive all while screaming for help, giant puddles of blood starting to form.

Your mind quickly drifts to Bakugou and you look back to the school where most are running to, no doubt soon to be filled with the man-eating creatures, and before you can tell yourself otherwise, you’re running out the school with horrid screeching and screaming noises following behind you. You run as fast as your legs can carry you while trying to block the desperate voices of people screaming for help, guilt eating at your chest and hoping that just maybe Bakugou could make it out.

Barely slowing down, you take in the sight of the large tall building coming in sight and quickly make the decision to hide in the abandoned mental hospital that always seemed awfully close to the school. You rush in and slam the double doors shut, locking them with the surface door bolts at the top and stepping aside to hide behind a thick concrete column, peeking from behind them at the glass of the doors that serve as the only light source.

You watch with shaking hands as people run by in front of the building, trying to outrun the blood-covered shrieking people, some failing and being caught. You flinch back when someone slams into the door and desperately tries to pull the door open, hiding further behind the column and seeing the young man desperately trying to get in. “Let me in! Please let me in! I know you’re in there! I just saw you go in!” He shouts.

You quietly step away and hold your ears in attempt to block out his shouts for help, knowing that if you open the door, he might not be the only one to come in, or maybe not the only sane one. “I’ll break the glass!” Your eyes widen at his words. “You hear me! Let me in or I’ll break the glass!” He repeats and you peek back around the corner before quickly going to the doors and unlocking one of them to let him in, slamming the door back shut and locking it.

You both step back but it’s not long before he grabs the rusted old metal tables and pulls them towards the doors, barricading them with you soon following after, grabbing some chairs and helping him block the entry, leaving you in an almost pitch-black darkness, just barely being able to see. You finally move away from the doors once again and turn around only to freeze stiff, managing to make out the sight of a gun being pointed at you.

“You know how this goes, move.” He directs you by pointing his gun to the wall on your right before aiming back at you. You slowly bring your hands up and carefully move to your right and away from the door, stopping in an open doorway leading to a hall further into the hospital. “Why are you doing this? I helped you.” You quietly say, your voice barely audible through the screams and horrid sounds of the flesh-eating creatures outside.

“You talk like you weren’t just gonna leave me to die.” You hear the smile in his voice, feeling his piercing gaze on you. “… Take your clothes off.” He breaks the small pause. “… What?” You start to panic. “NOW!” His shout makes you flinch. Your shaky hands grab at the blazer of your uniform and slowly take it off, hearing the low pat of it landing on the floor. “Slower.” He whispers in a seductive tone that only makes tears start to fall from your eyes.

You bite your lip to keep yourself quiet and slowly unbutton your dress shirt until it’s falling to the floor with your blazer, leaving your top half only covered by your bra. “Keep going.” He eggs on. A shaky breath escapes you as you grab your skirt and push it off, stepping out of the skirt and shoes in the process. “Good…” He continues to speak in a low voice, letting you hear a barely audible noise coming from behind you.

You turn your head around and stare intently, waiting for a few seconds and managing to see something sprint from one side of the end of the hall to the other. You go to take off and run away from the doorway but stop at the man shouting at you with his gun following you closely. “Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” He sternly asks. “Please, there’s something behind me.” You beg. “You really think I’m gonna fall for that?” You barely even register his words, noticing something slowly approaching from behind him.

Bakugou.

He made it out. And he must’ve gotten in through the side entrance. “Please, just let me move away, I’m begging you.” You keep the older male’s attention on you while Bakugou quietly sneaks in closer. “Keep undressing.” The man urges but you look behind you instead, seeing the silhouette of the creature once again run from one side to the other but now much closer than before, the poor lighting as well as you standing in the way keeping the man from seeing.

You duck away to the side just when the horrid creature crosses the doorway with an ear-piercing shriek, barely dodging it in time for it to instead lunge at the man who kills it with a single bullet with ease. As soon as the monster falls, Bakugou’s quick to act and finally reaches him, grabbing his face from behind and without hesitation, shoving his fingers in his eyes, hearing him instantly scream and drop the gun in pain.

He shoves the man to the floor, grabs the gun and opts for repeatedly smashing the bottom of the grip against his bleeding face, knowing he could need the bullets for later. You squeeze your eyes shut and cover your ears in attempt to drown out the noise of Bakugou smashing his face in, only stopping once his screams of agony have stopped. You slowly uncover your ears and only hear the sound of him panting, deciding to open your eyes and look over at him with tears still running down your cheeks.

As soon as he hears you sniffle, he looks over at you and moves away from the corpse to embrace you in a hug, keeping the gun in his hand. “It’s okay, you’re fine now.” He consoles. “Are you okay?” You sob while his hand rubs at your shoulder before pulling your head away from his neck so he can see you in the poor lighting of the building, remembering how he seemed sick at the school announcements.

“Don’t worry about me, it was just a stomach bug. It isn’t easy to spill your guts out while you hear people screaming, but I’m okay.” He assures, holding your face and staring into your hopeless empty eyes. “My girl… My smart girl, I knew you’d hide here.” He brushes your tears away with a warm smile, trying to cheer you up if only a little.

“I’m so proud of you.” He praises while stroking your cheek, knowing it must’ve been hard for you to make it out of the school only to end up with some idiot trying to take advantage of you. “I promise you, we’re gonna make it.” He plants a soft kiss on your lips and holds you in his arms, hoping that you would make it.

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Eijirou Kirishima

Imagines

Yandere

SFW

None Yet.

NSFW

Bitter Work: Spin-Off

Non-Yandere

None Yet.

Headcanons

None Yet.

Izuku Midoriya

Imagines

Yandere

SFW

Debt

Longing

NSFW

None Yet.

Non-Yandere

None Yet.

Headcanons

None Yet.

Katsuki Bakugou

Imagines

Yandere

SFW

None Yet.

NSFW

Bitter Work

Non-Yandere

The Outbreak: Fem! Reader - Male! Reader

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Bitter Work.

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Yandere! Katsuki Bakugou x GN! Reader, light Izuku Midoriya x GN! Reader.

Warnings: Yandere themes, obsession, murder, kidnapping, physical abuse, sexual acts, male masturbation, handjob.

Summary: Bakugou waits for the right moment to finally take you, and he's not letting his opportunity pass, no matter what.

WC: 1.6k+

A/N: I literally dreamt about this, that's it, that's how I came up with it :l .

“Ah, fuck.” Bakugou moans, throwing his head back while feeling more precum leaking his tip, getting dangerously close to his high. “I’m gonna cum.” He warns. He fucks up into his fist harder with you on his mind, the simple thought of you cumming around him tipping him over the edge and getting him to shoot thick streams of cum through his tip, painting trails of white on his bare chest and stomach as he lets out light pants, opening his eyes to be brought to the harsh reality of being alone, or not entirely.

“Woah, it’s been a while since you’ve cummed that much, when was the last time you jacked off man?” Kirishima asks, having him looking behind him over the couch from the living room to see his roommate setting down some groceries in the kitchen. “Doesn’t matter.” Bakugou brushes off, thinking about how engrossed he had been into masturbating that he didn’t hear him come into the house. It’s all your fault, sucking him off in his dreams the previous night only to then leave him blue-balled.

“… Well, how’d they behave?” Kirishima hands Bakugou some napkins and he instantly knows he’s talking about his own sick obsession. “You know they don’t leave their room when it’s just me, they fuckin’ hate me.” He takes the napkins to clean himself off. “They’re just scared of you, and they’re supposed to like me anyway.” Kirishima casually puts stuff away in the cabinets. “… You know, you should really tell them how you feel.” He adds.

“… You know they’re with fuckin’ Deku.” Bakugou reminds. “That doesn’t mean you can’t take them away.” Kirishima suggests. “You know I can’t.” Bakugou raises his voice in frustration. It’s been torture for him to have to sit by and watch as you dated Deku, kissed him, called him your fiancee, and eventually, your husband. If only Deku didn’t have that stupidly strong quirk, Bakugou would’ve already killed him and taken you away, then again; he loves you too much to cause too much of a stir to you.

Instead of having you in bed with him every night, pounding you in the mattress, calling you his, he’s stuck with his roommate who ended up kidnapping his own obsession and asking him to watch over them whenever he leaves to do anything. He doesn’t really have anything better to do, they take turns doing hero work, and to keep himself from getting bored off duty, he keeps himself occupied with his friend’s ‘Darling’.

With things such as those happening, he wasn’t surprised when all modesty was thrown out the window. Kirishima doesn’t mind one bit when Bakugou jerks off or longingly stares at one of your pictures where ever he wants, after all; it is his house as well and he’s been a great friend keeping an eye on his soon-to-be-willing partner. But as time passes, the worst thing that could happen to humanity, and you, takes place.

The number one pro hero; symbol of peace, has died.

~.~

Nearly everyone has left, you’re the only one still standing at his tomb, understandably, you can’t bring yourself to leave. One by one, the few people left approach you to offer their condolences one last time before leaving while Bakugou stays behind, waiting patiently to have you all alone. Waiting… waiting… that’s all he’s had to do since the moment he met you, but things are different now, Deku’s finally out of the picture, and waiting should only be a few minutes compared to the years he’s had to wait.

Finally, the last person leaves and Bakugou’s left alone with you, it was finally time, after all those years; he’s going to start making ties with you, and what better moment to approach you than in a vulnerable state? With the two of you left alone, the sun setting down to leave you in darkness, he walks towards you, stopping behind you.

You can’t bring yourself to care when a pair of hands place themselves on your shoulders, rubbing soft circles on them. “You should sit.” He suggests, waiting for a response that never comes. He gently pulls you away from the tomb and slowly walks you to the nearest bench with an arm around your shoulders to guide you, turning around to give one last dirty look at his dead rival. You stumble upon reaching the bench, Bakugou holding you up and sitting you down, crouching down in front of you.

You cover your face with a hand and start sobbing into it, finally letting the tears flow while your other hand grips tightly the bench under you. You bend over to bury your face in your knees, gripping your hair tightly as you cry louder with Bakugou drawing circles on your back, but despite the ache he feels in his chest at seeing you in pain, he finds that he doesn’t regret one bit having done what he did.

He waits patiently for what feels like an hour, having sat on the cold ground while trying to soothe you, rubbing your shoulder, your back when you entered a coughing fit from crying too much, until you calmed down. After you’re done crying, you keep your face buried in your knees for a while longer, trying to find the courage to face whoever consoled you. A few minutes pass and you decide to finally move up to sit straight, wiping your face with a hand.

Bakugou hands you a wipe and you take it without looking at him, feeling a hand place itself on your knee this time, continuing to rub soothing circles. Once you’re done cleaning yourself, you look at him to see who it is, being met with soft eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I-” “Don’t apologize.” He interrupts and you stay quiet with your head hung low. He softly takes your hands in his, gently running a hand up and down your wrist to test the waters, getting you to confuse his actions for sympathy.

“Please sit.” You ask and he complies, sitting next to you with his hands quickly itching to return to yours. “I’m sorry you had to see me like that.” You apologize again. “It’s fine.” He assures. “I’m glad you came.” You break the short silence. “I wasn’t sure you’d be here since you’ve never really been on good terms with Deku.” You admit. “I’m not that bad.” He lies. “… I remember when we were still back at UA,” You start speaking and he resists the urge to roll his eyes, sure that it would be a story about Deku.

“The first time I saw you, I…” You capture his attention, getting him to look away from the ground and towards you. “You always seemed so intimidating to me, I never really grew the courage to tell you anything, and by the time I was, Deku was already asking to go out with me. I really liked you back then.” You keep your eyes glued to the ground, missing the way his eyes widen. “Why didn’t you say anything?” He asks.

“I didn’t think you liked me back. So I gave it a try with Deku, and it just worked out, I ended up falling pretty hard for him.” You smile to yourself at the memories of him. “Why are you telling me this now?” He asks. “Because there were so many things I wanted to tell Deku, and now I can’t. I wanted to have kids with him, I wanted to have a family with him, I just wanted to tell you.” Your smile disappears with more tears leaving you.

Bakugou grips his pants in his hands in frustration, thinking about how all of this could’ve been avoided if he had just said something. It’s his fault you ended up with Deku, he should’ve just opened his mouth, taken you himself, but he didn’t. His hands relax and he takes notice of the cards in his favor, if you liked him, then he can get you to like him again. He’s so close, he can finally have you, he just needs to play his cards right.

“If you don’t want to be alone right now, I could crash in your couch, or we can stay a while longer.” He suggests. “No, that’s okay, thank you for keeping me company.” You smile to yourself at how nice he’s being. “What are you gonna do now?” He asks. “… I think I’m gonna move away, I don’t want to be here anymore.” You answer. “… What?” You hear his voice drop a little lower.

“I don’t want to be in the country anymore.” You repeat. “Are you serious?” He slowly stands up, moving to stand in front of you, facing down, having you feel uneasy despite the darkness of the night covering his face. “Are… are you okay?” You ask, confused as to why you feel a nagging in the back of your head telling you to run. He lifts his head for you to see the look of rage in his face, teeth gritted and brows furrowed deeply before he yanks at your wrist.

“Five years, FIVE YEARS I WAITED FOR YOU AND THIS IS WHAT YOU DO TO ME?! I DIDN’T KILL DEKU FOR NOTHING! YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE MINE!” He shouts with a tight burning grip on your wrist, confusing you with his words. “I WAS NICE ENOUGH TO KILL DEKU WHEN YOU WEREN’T LOOKING! AND FOR WHAT?! YOU UNGRATEFUL BITCH!” He continues to shout. “Get off of me!” You cry, trying to pull yourself free.

Instead, he yanks at your forearms and throws you to the ground behind him, straddling your hips while keeping his hold on you the whole time. “I waited for five fucking years. All that wait was bitter work,” He lowers his face closer to yours. “And I'm not gonna let you throw it to waste.” He whispers from the close proximity before raising a hand and slapping it on your cheek hard, knocking you out.

Day 3: Bakugou Katsuki + Kirishima Eijirou; CNC

Kinktober Masterlist

TW: Rape, noncon

WC: 928

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This was kinda fucked up. It was hot but you were still questioning if it was worth it. Rape was wrong and you knew it, but this was very consensual. You had a safe word and you wanted to try things out in the bedroom. That’s why you had this idea that you proposed to them, it was sexy enough for them to agree. 

You were flipped over from your position of being thrown to the bed. You put up a (fake) fight but it was hopeless against two well built heroes. They just picked you up, Bakugou did, as Kirishima stopped you from hitting either of them.

Bakugou had your arms pinned to the side of your head and your struggling legs spread by his own. He ground his knee onto your wet cunt, making it stain your panties. You let out a breathy moan, your face trying to hold up a mad expression, as Bakugou chuckled, “Giving in, Princess?”

You shook your head and bit your lip in order to suppress your moan but with a rough grab to your face, Bakugou pinched your chin down and crashed his lips onto yours. He basically shoved a tongue down your throat, forcing a moan out of you. You forgot for a split second that you had to resist, melting onto his lips for just a moment.

He pulled away with a huff, a string of saliva connecting the two pairs of lips. He smirked wickedly while you glared at him, a jerk from his knee caused you to wince, a whimper escaping you. 

Meanwhile Kirishima palmed himself through his shorts impatiently, “Can’t we just fuck her already?” He whined

Bakugou looked back at you, licking his lips, “Yeah, we should do that”

A string of protests left your mouth contradicting how you actually felt. They lifted you by your wrists and restraining your ankles and adjusted you to be in the middle of the bed. 

Bakugou ripped the pajama shorts you wore, and the panties you need giving a silent promise to buy you another pair of each. Your wetness was enough for him to slip in without preparation knowing it would hurt but you could take it.

Kirishima had revealed his length, stroking it slowly while looking intently at your entrance. Small puffs of breath left his lips in anticipation. His thumb had brushed over his slit, smearing his precum on his tip. He licked his lips and gulped, soothing his dry throat.

Bakugou had moved, you felt his tip prod at your entrance, “What, cat got your tongue?” He taunted. 

You gave him a cold glare, masking the arousal that you felt in your very core, “Fuck off” you spat

He slowly pushed in, enjoying the way your face contorted into feigned discomfort. And maybe it was the fact that you didn’t prep, or the roleplay that got to you, but he felt slightly different, bigger almost. When he reached halfway in you you breathed a sigh of relief, trying not to show any evident sign of pleasure.

“Is it all in?”

The question had stroked his ego, did he really feel good enough, big enough, that barely anything more than half felt like his full length? He grinned and so did Kirishima, bearing his sharp teeth. 

You looked at them suspiciously before realizing what was happening. 

“It’s in, all right-”

You breathed a sigh of relief.

“I’m putting it all in right now!” He huskily exclaimed.

Your eyes widened before you could get prepared. He sheathed himself fully in you, you gasping for air like it had been knocked out of you. Your eyes crossed and rolled back. Your tongue lolled out and the sight of you like this had them both crazy.

Kirishima had saw it too, his hand speeding up. Bakugou growled, pounding into you. Your back arched and Bakugou had taken one of your nipples in his mouth, pulling it between his teeth. Your moans got loud, one hand shooting up to cover your mouth. He got mad, pulling away from your face, making you mewl in pleasure.

You got close and finally reached your high, you clenched and came quickly. Tears pricked your eyes as you clenched around him. Bringing him to his high. 

“Ahh fuck, I’m gonna pump you full of cum. Fuck- I’m really gonna test your birth control huh?” He released in you, you felt his seed fill you up. It was warm and filled you to the brim. 

He pulled out, pushing Kirishima quickly to fuck you, knowing he was edging himself the whole time. Kirishima rushed to enter you, in your blissed out state you moaned at the intrusion. “Aww, Baby, you want us that much”

He brought his hand to your face making you nod, “Aww but that’s different from what you said earlier” he mocked. “Okay, I’m going all out. Be ready”

Almost immediately he thrusted into you. Going at an almost inhuman pace he brought you to your second orgasm. He took in the sight of you fucked into pure bliss. He climaxed way before he thought he would. The slippery-ness of previous cum in you and how tight you were had him releasing in you while you jerked around. 

You felt some seed drip out of you. Kirishima pulled out and Bakugou looked closely at just how filled you were. You were fucked out of your mind, still basking in the after glow. They panted, catching their breath. They then nodded to each other, agreeing to start getting you cleaned up

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader Soulmate AU

Summary: You want to start a business early revolving around your quirk but it leads you to find a rare case in your new school

Quirk: Red Strings. You are able to see the red strings that connect each person to their soulmate by a red string on each of their pinkies. This quirk is received by the oldest daughter in the family once they turn 4 (the parent still has it even when the child does). Sons can also have it but as a secondary quirk, it immediately gets passed down to the daughter and leaves the son with one quirk. You are able to cut it and/or tie it to yourself or other people at the cost of one year of your life for each alteration.

Genre/Warnings: Fluff, slight angst, cursing

WC: 1,725

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You still remember when you got your quirk. The day you turned four you saw the bright red strings appear, connecting everyone to each other. Some had strings that were long and crossed the streets and went around buildings, and some had their stings attached to the person next to them. They were on the floor for most of the time, occasionally stretched when two people had a strain on their relationship. They never broke though, always connected and paired by the universe, whoever it may be who controls it. They got longer when people are far from each other, and shorter when they were close. 

You saw sometimes the people who were connected, passing by each other without a second thought, strangers who rarely looked back at each other as the strange feeling overcame them. You were always happy when you saw two soulmates holding hands, and felt sorry for those who passed by their soulmate with a significant other in their arms. Some people even has two strings and you thought that was so cool. 

You liked to follow the strings when they were going in the same direction as you, and eventually got used to seeing them around not paying mind unless it was a short glance at two loving soulmates. 

Your mom and you were the only ones who could see and interact with them, your grandma dying before you were born with not many stories left behind. She would step on them while you avoided doing so, until she said it was fine. You still didn’t like to walk over them, only the accidental step sometimes but you mostly subtly avoided them. You remember that one time you tripped on a string and those few times you had to duck or go around strained ones. 

Then came when you looked at your pinkie, no bright red sting there. When you asked your mom why you didn’t have one she told you she didn’t have one at first either. She did though, you mentioned, and she said that she cut your dad’s string and tied it to her. You gasped and asked her why and she said that your dad asked for it, his original soulmate was “probably really far away anyway”. She said there was some guilt of course but 20 years of going strong it had melted away. 

She even told you of a story of someone who was bitter of not having a string, she cut every string in her path and ended up dying early, passing the quirk to her first niece. 

“Do you help your friends find their soulmates!?” you beamed, she smiled but shook her head. 

“I can’t, I don’t have the time to with all my work. Plus, you don’t even know if they want to know. They could be happily married or something“ she said. She was right, but you wanted to lead people to their soulmates! But you couldn’t do that under the circumstances you mom had just helped you realized.

Then the thought hit you, it could be your job! You could help people and make money all at the same time and it would be the best job ever! That thought was what started your continuous studying to get into a good school, and getting into that school. To be honest you’ve never been as driven about something as much as this.

So here you were now, at the doorway of UA.

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You got stares from everyone as you confidently stepped into the building, then immediately jumping and tiptoeing about in the hallways avoiding the red strings you would soon shorten. Word had already gotten around after you explained to one person why you were walking funny. 

Days later you were already getting requests but you would just turn them down. Maybe just pointing to where they headed. Soon you were already making friends, especially with that one Ashido girl from the hero course who wanted so bad to find her soulmate. You wanted to tell her who it was but you couldn’t make exceptions, you guys weren’t even friends for long. 

Eventually, right when the class was going into the pricing lesson, Ashido immediately jumped on you to show her where her soulmate is. So, her first initiative for today was to drag you to her table for lunch. You met the nicest people ever, the first 10 seconds that passed were great. But your pink-haired friend had already cut to the chase.

“Here, just point me to where my string leads” She said as she slid you a 500 yen coin. You took it and pointed to the kitchen, your eyes trailed from her finger to where the string led, presumably outside a window or something.

She squealed, “Okay, now do them next, they’ll pay” she said as her other friends, except Bakugou, leaned in with interest. 

You chuckled and said, “Sorry I can’t. My teacher said I can’t offer services ‘til my business is official. My pricing itself isn’t complete either. I’m thinking of doing an up-front price along with a price according to how far the trip goes for them to find their soulmate. This of course will include an all expense pair trip if we ever leave the country or go on a far trip. It might be expensive for a lot of people but I really want to show them to their soulmates. I’m thinking of refunding them a portion if they cancel but if I keep doing that the business will get nowhere and no one will find their soulmate. I’m also really concerned for the people who might not have as much money so I’m thinking that the prices shouldn’t be that high. Hmm, maybe I should-”

“Geez, Y/N calm down. You’re starting to sound like Midoriya there with all your rambling” Ashido interrupted, “But I get it, you don’t have to. Dang the business course is though” 

“Not as tough as the hero course though. At least then you’ll be hella rich and I can help all of you find your soulmates”

 “Great!” She chirped. 

They all went back to their food, and out of curiosity you looked at their hands. seeing the red string on either the left or right pinkie. But one caught your eye. There was a set of hands, no red string on neither the left nor the right pinkie. You looked up at who it belonged and were met with glaring red ruby eyes. You got a good look at him, his spiky ash blonde hair. He was pretty attractive, sad he doesn’t have a soulmate though. His glare seemed to get sharper and so you had to stuff your face in your bowl if you didn’t want trouble. 

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Whoopsie, how’d you get into this situation? Backed up into the wall of an alleyway by this beautiful blonde. This blonde is of course mad and glaring at you like you stepped on his dog.

You did, however, find out who this man was. Bakugou Katsuki. From the sludge incident. Got the highest score in the practical entrance exam. He also got chained to a block of cement when he won gold at the sport’s festival that you couldn’t attend, not wanting to watch the strings get trampled by your doing the task given. As well as getting kidnapped by the League of Villains during the hero course’s camping trip.

You don’t know why you didn’t recognize him, not really paying attention to what all others do. But now you truly felt sorry for the guy, going through all that, probably blaming himself for All Might’s retirement, and not having someone to call his own. You don’t have to date your soulmate, and sometimes soulmate relationships fail, but it’s hard when they’re the perfect fit for you. 

This man didn’t have a perfect fit. I mean, neither did you but you were fine with making people happy, and you haven’t endured half this man has. 

“Let me ask you this once, why were you looking at me funny?” he gruffly demanded answers

“You sure you wanna know?” you asked nervously

“SPIT IT OUT WOMAN” he slammed his fist next to your head

“You don’t have a soulmate!” you said out of impulse

His eyes widened and his angry demeanor went away, “What?” he mumbled

“You don’t have a string” you clarified

“Well I don’t fucking need one, “ he puffed his chest out, “soulmates are bullshit anyway, don’t wanna have to trust someone like that, they’ll just become a weak spot”

“Well you wouldn’t think that when you tip over and self destruct in anger at yourself for stuff that’s not you fault” you commented as he neared you dangerously

“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about”

You sighed as your lips pressed to a thin line, “Maybe I don’t, but no one will if you keep it to yourself”

“I’m fine with that”

“Sure” 

He must still be in shock, you just know he’ll add it to the baggage sooner or later. You had to do something about this, he doesn’t deserve it, before he could walk away you called out, “If it makes you feel better I don’t have one either, most people with my quirk don’t have any either”

“Why would that make me feel better?”

“I can cut some string and tie it to you if you want, can’t force a good relationship though”

“No, I don’t want anyone else’s partner”

“Fine then,” you pondered, how could you help this guy out? 

“Lunch. Tomorrow” he stated and left

“Huh? Okay I guess” you said hesitantly. At least it was something.

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You rubbed your arm nervously. It was a Saturday and you had asked Mina for his number, where he confirmed to meet outside your dorm. No one really cared that a hero course student was coming over, instead everyone used this time to do work on each of their own businesses. 

You sat at the small table set up in front of the entrance, it was circular and had a small vase of flowers at the center. You then heard a grunt and footsteps getting louder. You turned and saw Bakugou grumbling to himself as he made his way to you.

He plopped down on the seat next to you and before the awkward silence could commence he spoke up, “Why the fuck do you want to help me?”

You chuckled, a smile had danced on your lips, “Right to the chase, huh?”

His glare just hardened.

You felt your hands get clammy, “Heh, well, it is my future job. I want to make people happy”

“So you’ll just change peoples soulmates if someone pays you? Seems pretty shitty”

You gasped, feigning exaggerated offense, “I do not! For each alteration to strings I lose a year of my lifespan,” you explained

“So you’re willing to lose two years of your life to get me a soulmate?” 

You nodded

“Why?”

You sighed, you contemplated whether to take his hand in yours sympathetically but decided against it, instead opting to lean forward and lower your voice, “You’ve been through a lot more than most people should at your age, I just think you would be good with someone who will fully understand you. But, now that I think about it that may be difficult so that’s why...” you trailed off

You realized how no one will fully understand him, he’s a really complex person from what you picked up. You let out a small ‘Huh’ when the thought came to you.

You looked up when you heard him sigh, he mumbled something under his breath along the lines of ‘I cant believe I’m doing this’

“Look, you can’t just take someone else’s soulmate, it won’t work out for me or that person” He then groaned, “and it’s not like you have a soulmate either so...”

You looked at him puzzled, trying to put two and two together. When you did, you had a big shit-eating smirk on your face, “What are you trying to say, Bakugou?” You asked smugly

The infamous ‘tch’ was heard when the reddening on his ears proved true to your suspicions, “Wanna go out sometime?” he begrudgingly offered

You giggled. This hotheaded blonde, known for being aggressive and somewhat the villainous type, was asking you out to a date after two conversations. One was admittedly intimate but only two conversations nonetheless

You figured, why not ply with him for a little bit? 

“Hmmm... Nah, I’d rather waste two years of my life”

He growled, “Stop playing around! You’re lucky I’m even asking you out, I normally hate everyone. Plus, you can’t just connect me to some stranger!”

“We’ve had two conversations, we essentially still are strangers”

“Fucking- CALL ME KATSUKI THEN”

You froze in shock. He really was serious about this.

“...Why me?”

He relaxed, ready to give his explanation, “You’re probably the only one who gets an inkling of how I feel because of what I’ve gone through. Everyone else either holds it against me or thinks they understand me”

“Well then-”

“Alsoyou’recute” 

You paused again, you saw his flushed face but it was nowhere near the steam coming from the boiling pot that was your head. 

“Uh, y-you too I guess”

“Yeah I’ll see you next week, we’ll get dessert after lunch or some shit, whatever girls want to do on dates”

You scoffed at the stereotype, “Yeah, whatever you have my number,” You saved him a wink which was what made everything worth it for the sight of his face that now matched his eyes.

Part 2 cuz this ends too abrupt but its long already

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Summary: just read it. its a crack fic

Quirk: Not specified

Genre/Warnings: Fluff, crack, short fic alert

WC: 179

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“I really like you! Please accept my feelings” you said while bowing in front of him, chocolates held out for him to take

He stood still, “Who put you up to this?”

You raised yourself up, the hand holding chocolates falling to the side. “Kaminari” you sighed

He exhaled sharply and flicked your forehead, a yelp coming from you. “Why’d you do it?”

“Does this mean you reject my confession?” you pouted, facing away

He wrapped his arms around you from behind, “It’s not that, it’s just- you know we’re married, right?”

You sighed as you looked down at your ring, “Yeah...”

“So you don’t need to confess to me” 

You huffed pulling away from his embrace, “Just thought it’d be fun, but whatever” you said dejectedly, a hint of frustration in your voice as you stormed out of the room

Your husband sighed, “Baby,” he called for you to come back, “I love you!” he yelled

After your lack of response he tried again, louder this time, “Y/N!”

You refused to answer again, making him run after you, he growled, “Hey! Share some chocolate!”

Hi! I requested the happier one and Bakugo please

Original ask:  Hi! Could I request a bnha x reader where the reader does a cover of Marshmellos Happier (like Alec Chambers) and it’s just super angsty

A/n: I’m so sorry for the weeks wait! I’ve been busy but I finally have time to write

Quirk: Slight super speed. You can go as fast as a cheetah if you really try but even that speed wears you out that if you do it for more than 2 minutes you pass out 

Genre/Warnings: attempted angst, break ups, (songfic)

WC: 1,181

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Lately, I've been, I've been thinking I want you to be happier, I want you to be happier

“Where’s Y/N?” Mina asks as she noticed she saw everyone in the dorm but you. She looks around at her classmates, some she saw going to school and some eating breakfast, she’s seen everyone except you. The others shrug or give some response of confusion. The others look around and try texting you but you don’t text back. They assume your still in your dorm but you don’t answer when someone knocks. 

They catch Bakugou as he walks out the elevator and immediately go to ask him, “Have you seen Y/N?” 

When the morning comes When we see what we've become In the cold light of day we're a flame in the wind Not the fire that we've begun

The question processes in his mind, worry taking over. He was just about to apologize but now you were nowhere to be seen. He goes into a frenzy, checking every room, the kitchen, bathrooms and even laundry room but you weren’t in any. 

Then, he facepalms, the idea of checking in your own room going into his head. Relief washed over him at the thought of you oversleeping but it was taking over with the anxious idea of you not being there. 

He goes to your door and barges in, wanting to see you on the bed, your covers a mess around you, but he doesn’t. Instead, he is met with an empty room, devoid of any of your stuff. The furniture was gone, your clothes were gone, and the only trace of you he could find was the lingering scent of your shampoo. 

His eyes widened at the sight, only then he pulled out his phone to text you, pausing when he sees a video you sent him.

Every argument, every word we can't take back 'Cause with the all that has happened I think that we both know the way that this story ends

It was you, the message underneath saying how you couldn’t explain with your own words so you sang a song instead. The background was different, it wasn’t a dorm but it had some familiar stuff hung up on the walls. That’s when he realized, you were in your house back in America.

He plays the song only to have a flood of memories come back to him. He knows what youre trying to say, knowing what you were thinking of while listening. The same memories in his head.

It was of him, telling you how annoying you were the night before. How- 

“No one needs you in this school, and the only reason you were here is because of your daddy’s money. You aren’t even as fast as Iida and you get so tired too. Your quirk is useless and you combat skills are average, at best. No one even wants you here, the only one who’s willing to try is me and it’s even getting more difficult by the second!”

Then only for a minute I want to change my mind 'Cause this just don't feel right to me

You hesitate going on the private jet. For a second you want to go back, try again, but you know that your relationship with Bakugou has been deteriorating for a while now and you will never be able to pick it back up again. It will be weird without Bakugou and the other, sure, but you have to do this for your sake and theirs.

I wanna raise your spirits I want to see you smile but Know that means I'll have to leave

With one look back at Bakugou’s contact number, you decide not to call to rethink your decision and put it back in your pocket. You get on the jet, looking back at the city and catching sight of the school you thought had accepted you. They will be better off without you there anyway. Bakugou will be better off without you dragging him down, too.

Know that means I'll have to leave Lately, I've been, I've been thinking I want you to be happier, I want you to be happier

When the evening falls And I'm left there with my thoughts And the image of you being with someone else Well, that's eating me up inside

You didn’t like the idea of leaving Bakugou and to be honest he didn’t like it too. You two made it known that you didn’t want to see the other with someone else through your mutual acts of petty jealousy. As much as it hurt you to leave you knew he could grow more as a person and as a hero without you there. 

You didn’t know that he lied wake that night thinking of the fight you just had. He didn’t mean anything he said and he thought you knew that, but apparently you didn’t. You didn’t know how much he loved you, how you were the only one h could come to with problems. The only time he didn’t was when he blamed himself for what happened to All Might. You’ve tried to comfort him about it but was only able to scratch the surface of how much he was feeling.

That’s why he ignored you, he didn’t want to tell you how pathetic he thought of he was. That’s why you believed he lost interest. When you tried to pry and ask whats wrong, it always turned into a heated argument but that last one really did the job when he said you were annoying to try to get you to stop asking.

But we run our course, we pretend that we're okay Now if we jump together at least we can swim Far away from the wreck we made 

At the time, him distancing himself wasn’t such a big thing, you knew he needed space after what happened. You two still went on dates and spent time together but it gradually became shorter, he became more silent and talking to him proved to be more and more difficult. It had been a few months when you realized something was very wrong and you were hurt when you thought he fell out of love with you. You noticed that after one conversation that he felt more than what he had told you but you thought he would open up, but he didn’t. 

When he made it clear he didn’t want you to comfort him you knew that things weren’t gonna work out but you just tried to ignore it. Until you obviously couldn’t anymore

So I’ll go

You saw land beneath the aircraft you knew you were almost home

I’ll go

The jet had landed on the familiar place you grew up in

I will go, go, go

Your parents greeted you politely, as if you were just some guest

So I’ll go

You went up to your room, where a familiar keyboard lay

I’ll go

A surge of emotions came to you as you set up a camera

I will go, go, go

Katsuki hited by a quirk that makes his skine change color depending on who he is talking to, example: yellow for when he's with someone he (deep down) consider as a freind (even if he doesn't admit it yet like with the bakusquad) and pink with his crush, but his crush on his fem bestfreind (reader) is a secret he keept from everyone until now. Thank youuu!

 Summary: ^

A/N: sorry for doing this late, I haven’t been active. I changed some things so sorry.

Quirk: Not specified

Warnings/Genre: Fluff, cursing, slight plot change (they don’t live in dorms),  implied smut

WC: 1,188

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You sighed boredly in your seat waiting for your friends. No one really approached you as you were part of the Bakusquad and you hung around them most of the time. They were the most interesting people you met and you got close to them when you started hanging out with Bakugou. 

You took the fact that you were close to Bakugou pridefully and the friendship between you two grew. Sounds cheesy, you knew it did, but it was true. You were the one he willingly talked to the most and Kirishima saw you as manly because of that. 

Before you could continue to think of Bakugou, the classroom door slid open to reveal your chaotic group of friends. A smile grew on your face as they settled in and made a beeline to your desk. They greeted you then their eyes traveled to the empty seat beside you. 

“Where’s Bakugou?” Mina questioned

You glanced at his chair and shrugged, “He’s late I guess” 

Kaminari shook his head, “No, he’s never late. (Nickname), call him”

Your face turned red, “Huh? Why?”

They smirked but Kirishima played it off, “What? We all know you’re the only one he picks the phone up for” he reasoned

You rolled your eyes and muttered a ‘fine’ and you grabbed your phone. You scrolled though your contacts, clicking on ‘Katsuki💥🧡’. The group beside you gave each other sly smirks as you waited for Bakugou to pick up.

“What?” he snapped as he picked up the phone. You chuckled at the cold facade he put up and he figured that the others would be with you. 

“Where are you?” you asked

“I’m not going to school”

Your eyes widened, “What? Why? What happened” you turned to them and rushed, “He’s skipping” and put the phone back to your ear as you ignored their questions.

He exhaled sharply, “Shut up nothing’s wrong” he yelled into the phone, “it’s just- I got hit by a dumbass quirk and i might get humiliated if I go there”

You sighed, “He’s fine” you said and pulled the phone back, “So, what did the quirk do?”

“I dunno”

“What?”

“What?”

“It did nothing?”

“It did something, I just don’t know what”

You sighed, “Just come to school and we’ll figure it out”

“No” he huffed, “Didn’t you hear what I said-”

“I heard you. But if it isn’t doing anything bad, it’s not worth missing a day of school”

You heard him sigh, “Ugh fine” and he hung up. You smiled and explained to the group that he was coming to school. You and the group chatted the time away, pondering about what the quirk he was hit was.

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He stormed in, just before class started, and plopped on the seat next to you. You smiled at him as he placed his stuff on their respective places. Aizawa walked in and began class.

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It was lunch when you finally had a chance to talk to him. The group walked to you two as you got ready to walk to the cafeteria with him. “So you don’t look like anything changed.” He looked at you with a surprisingly calm look until it turned to a scowl at the sight of the rest of the group. 

“I guess, but tell me if anything changes or else you’ll be fucking dead if you embarrass me” he paused, seeing your wide eyes. “What?” he asked, the rest of his friends looking at him with the same expression. You eyed him up and down, a pink hue covered all his skin, from his cheeks to his neck to his hands and everywhere you could see. 

“Um.....” you started

“Um what!?” 

“You’re pink” you stated

“WHAT!?” he yelled, looking at his hands, pulling his sleeves to examine his arms. He looked as shocked as you guys did. 

You spoke up first, “I assume this is what the quirk did” you said, feeling as though this was familiar. 

“The fuck!?”

“Say, Katsuki, did you happen to see who struck this quirk on you?”

“Some dude, stupid hair, stupid face, he had spots on his skin” he said. You pulled your phone out. “What’re you doing?” Kaminari asked

You clicked the contact ‘Bitchwhowontcall🏳‍🌈’ and texted him.

You

Hey did you use your quirk on an angry blonde this morning?

Bitchwhowontcall🏳‍🌈

Yeah why? He startled me

You

It makes the skin turn colors right?

Bitchwhowontcall🏳‍🌈

Yeah

Lemme guess. He’s your friend and u want me to send a list what the colors mean

You

Duh

Bitchwhowontcall🏳‍🌈

Red- talking to someone he hates Orange- he’s mad/annoyed at Yellow- enjoys being with Green- is jealous of Blue- looks down on Violet- admires Pink- likes romantically

You

Thanks!! U deserve an uwu

Bitchwhowontcall🏳‍🌈

Just an uwu u suck

You 

lol k

You put the phone down and slipped it in your bag. “So what does it say? Why is he turning into other colors?” Ashido asked excitedly, “Is he trying to match me?” she said, pressing her arm to his, showing the similar color.

You laughed, “No, his skin will just change random colors whenever he talks to someone” you lied smoothly. You knew now how he felt about you and you couldn’t be happier. You grinned at the thought, having no time to blush due to your happiness and cockiness that washed over you.  

The group nodded as you all headed out for lunch, having fun watching Bakugou turn yellow talking with Kirishima, orange with Midoriya and Todoroki, and even go back to normal when he has to interact with those who mean nothing to him, aka the ‘extras’.

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The day ended and you part ways with the group to walk home with Bakugou. You walked in comfortable silence as the sun set. You carefully reached for Bakugou’s hand. He looked at you with a red face and you looked away, both your faces covered with a dark blush. He reluctantly allowed you to lace your fingers with his and scoot closer to him. You were eventually walking while latched to his arm, both of you not saying a word to each other. 

You both stopped walking when you had to part ways. You smirked and kissed him on the cheek, “I like you too, Katsuki” 

“What the fuck are you talking about?” he yelled, turning red. You giggled and showed him the texts, also one added in the middle of classes saying it will only last until midnight. He turned red- well no, pink. As he continued, “Why didn’t you say anything dumbass!?”

You grinned, “Well, it’s cute seeing you pink while talking to me. And now I know you like me back”

He scoffed and pulled you to him, he grabbed your collar and smashed his lips against yours. Your eyes widened, taking a moment seeing the wrinkles on his forehead go away. Once he relaxed and stopped frowning, you did too. Your eyes closed and you held onto his forearms. After he hesitantly pulled away, you looked at him, panting.

“We’re dating now, you’re my girlfriend”

“At least take me on a date first” you pouted as he pulled you to continue walking to his house.

“Next time, for now let’s consummate the marriage” he said lowly. Your face burned as you let him continue dragging you to his house.

"Bend over, idiot."

"...huh?"

"Bend. Over."

You look at Katsuki with a confused expression as your angry boyfriend pointed at the ground infront of him.

"...why?" You ask, raising an eyebrow as Katsuki's scowl deepens and he huffs, looking away quickly before looking back at you.

"Do it!" He demands, like a child.

Since you are the taller one in the relationship, Katsuki often makes you crouch or kneel down or bend over so he can be the taller one. You both have this conversation at least once a week, and its getting very tiring.

"No." You answer simply, going back to your phone.

"Yes." Katsuki argues, taking your phone out of your hand and ignoring your huff of protest.

You grumble and stand up,making Katsuki have to look up at you, and he does, but with a scowl and a deep glare.

"Look. If you wanna be the tall one, go buy platform boots." You say, before you grab your phone back and storm off.

Katsuki grumbles and folds his arms, flopping onto the couch and pouting.

The next day, something's different.

When you wake up, you hear Kirishima's excited voice out in the dorms, loud and proud as usual. You begrudgingly get out of bed and slip on a shirt before you open the door and walk out into the main area, where Sero, Denki and Ashido are all laughing at Katsuki, while Kirishima is hyping him up.

You raise an eyebrow in curiosity and walk closer to get a better look, when you see that Katsuki is indeed wearing platform boots to be taller than you.

"[NAME]!" Katsuki shouts as soon as he sees you, shoving the others aside as he storms up to you, standing up straight to see if he was taller than you.

And...he's about an inch taller with the boots on.

Katsuki grins and folds his arms. "Ha! So, whaddya think, stupid?" He says with a cocky tone as he holds his head higher.

You smile and clap your hands slowly, the sarcastic slow clap. "Well, done, Katsuki. You're taller." You say, before you fold your arms and give Katsuki a kiss on the cheek, causing a slight rosy blush to appear on his cheeks.

He grunts quietly and looks away from you. "..yeah, yeah, Goodmorning or whatever.." He mutters quietly.

You watch as Katsuki walks away, before Denki speaks up. "So, you gonna tell him you were slouching?" He grins, putting his hands on his hips.

You grin and shake your head. "Nah. He can win this time."

Im obsessed with Bakugou having a villain as a significant other

Bakugou would probably fall for like a villain who does like bad things for good reasons maybe (help does that make sense)

Cuz i don't think he would date them if they had bad morals fr fr

Anyway

Bakugou would often sneak out of the dorms very late at night after Aizawa did a dorm check on everyone

He would usually meet you at a very secluded spot or like somewhere abandoned just incase someone sees you guys together

He CANNOT get caught with you

Speaking of which, he's scared of being seen with you and 1: getting in trouble 2: you being taken away from him and put into Tartarus

(If you did get caught and are now i Tartarus than he would debate breaking you out or argue with the police to try and get you out)

If he can't break you out of Tartarus than he would visit you as much as he could.

Buttttt

You two probably never get caught cuz he's super careful and stuff

Anyway on the rare occasion you visit his dorm, he always makes sure his door is boared up or locked. He's not taking any chances. He also makes sure to walk you out of U.A in the morning.

If you have a super epic villain backstory and some trauma from your backstory then he will definitely try to help you and try to be your therapist (he thinks he's good at it just humor him a little)

But i think the guilt of sort of going behind his classmates backs would eat at him a little so MAYBBEEEE he would tell Kirishima or Deku.

Anywayyyyssss

I was thinking about making this like a little short drabble or short story so if you want more of this lemme know

hiii !!

i hope youre doing wellllll!!

i dont ever do asks but your chesire cat reader is so good..soooo can we get more chesire cat reader x bakugo!!

Honestly I'm really surprised everyone liked it because I personally thought I was pretty bad at it

But since I've had a few people say they like it already, I think I'll do more!

(Stay tuned❤)

♧he went...that way...♧

Katsuki Bakugou x CheshireCat!reader

♤Reader can be any gender, reader has like cat ears and tail and stuff cuz...cheshire cat quirk ig, uhhhh this can be in like season 3, and him and reader are kinda in a situationship, and also I wrote this at 3am and was very sleepy, please don't judge about how shit it is💀🗿

◇Enjoy at your own risk

"Dammit.." Katsuki mutters as he walks through the forest outside of the U.A dorms. He grumbles to himself, looking behind trees and around bushes.

Katsuki got into a fight with Izuku, again, and Izuku ran off to get some distance from him, which made Katsuki chase him. So that leads Katsuki here, investigating the forest to find the green-haired boy.

"You can't hide forever, Deku!" Katsuki yells, cupping his hands around his mouth in hopes it would make his voice carry throughout the forest.

Katsuki's search is interrupted by a certain someone's mischievous giggle. Katsuki grumbles to himself, rubbing the bridge between his nose in annoyance.

"You'll never find him where you're going." You trease, lounging back on a long and thick tree branch as you stare down at him with a predatory gaze. You giggle again, rolling onto your stomach, tilting your head side to side. "You look so small from up here, so fragile!"

Katsuki glares up at you as you taunt him, watching as your tail flicks back and forth and side to side. You've always been a nuisance to him, always messing with him and making his life harder for a cheap laugh.

But he loves you anyway. You're lucky your cute.

His best bet was to just try and ignore you, so he tried to do that. Katsuki looks back at the path infront of him, continueing to stomp off, but he stopped when he heard footsteps behind him. He turns, only to see you mimicking his walk.

"SCRAM!" Katsuki growls at you, making you disappear with a laugh. Katsuki smirks, proud of himself for scaring you off. Just as he's about to move again, he sees footprints walking behind him, almost making him think Tooru was there, but he knew it was you messing with him again.

Katsuki lets out a surprised yelp when you lift him up by his waist, carrying him around like a suitcase. "Oi! Put me down, you mangy cat!" He exclaims, kicking his legs and gently punching your thigh. Katsuki squrims in your arms, trying to escape before you see the blush on his face.

"Alright~" You grin, holding him up above your head with ease, then drops him onto the ground. Katsuki falls down with a soft 'oof', then quickly stands up and dusts himself off. "How the hell do you do that?! I'm taller than you!" He says, glaring at you as you circle around him.

You move behind him and squish his waist, making him blush even more. "Why, its not my fault you have such a grabable waist." You retort, giving him a playful bite on his nape. "Why not stay a while? The rabbit is long gone, you won't catch him now." You tease, placing your chin on his shoulder and whispering in his ear.

Katsuki grumbles and clenches his fists, not wanting to give into you, but also really wanting for you to squeeze his waist again. "Whatever. Just tell me where Deku went already." Katsuki huffs, crossing his arms against his chest.

You grin, stepping infront of him and plastering on an innocent smile. "Why, of course!" You say sweetly, tilting your head to the side. You then point your arms in opposite directions, and can't help but grin mischievously. "He went," You begin as your eyes flick between left and right, not choosing a single direction. "That way."

Katsuki groans, covering his face with his hands. "You're such an ass! Fine! I'll find Deku myself!" He grumbles out, moving past you, storming off.

You grin, leaning back against nothing, yet keeping your balance perfectly as you stare at Katsuki's retreating figure. "Well, good luck. He went right, not left." You mutter to yourself, giggling mischievously. You grin again, ready to follow him again and continue to annoy the ash blonde.

I keep on seeing Cheating and Angst for Katsuki Bakugou a lot. Way to much to say. Not enough Fluff for the guy.

fashion killa ; masterlist

[ nsfw ] — smut (18+) ; bakugou katsuki x reader

word count: 38,923 — read on ao3

summary:

Fashion Week was supposed to be simple-walk the runway, collect your check, and, if all went according to plan, spend the night with Pro Hero Dynamight. Just a little fun. Nothing more. But getting rid of Bakugou Katsuki proves to be harder than slipping out of a too-tight sample size.

Or, in which a one-night stand with one of Japan's most famous men turns into a relentless game of cat and mouse-and the worst part? You don't hate it.

tags: strangers to lovers, friends with benefits, pro hero bakugou katsuki, explicit language & sexual content, aged-up characters, porn with plot, model!reader, angst, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, fluff, mutual pining, bakugou is a soft yearning idiot who i want to eat up, kirishima eijirou is a good friend, not beta read!

notes:

shoutout to iris van herpen and my palestinian queen bella hadid (and also the dsquared2 show that inspired this whole ordeal). also i have nothing and didn't know anything of the fashion industry, this is all my own research and the fact that one of my closest friends is a fashion designer, so she gave me lots of info as well lol.

this is just a small self indulgent idea which i’m really excited to share with you all. thank you for the support and for reading! enjoy! :D

ao3:

chapter one ; close my eyes

chapter two ; and fall into you

tumblr:

chapter one ; close my eyes

chapter two ; and fall into you