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When neutron stars collide

(Bakugou Katsuki x Reader)

A/n: I just want to say out right that sometimes while writing I get carried away, and also I don’t really stop to look for mistakes because... I’m lazy? I also don’t have a scheduled time for writing this stuff, I just write when the feeling comes and goes so... sorry if you hate waiting ^^; And you know what I just noticed while writing this Authors note? Bakugo’s name is still wrong in the title but I’m not changing it bc I don’t care at this point. I’m stupid and I know it.

Part 5: You Would Be Angry Too...

Part 1: Steps Before The Starting Line Part 2: When A Star Chooses To Shine Part 3: Compare And Contrast Part 4: From Where We Stand

"We're not so sure, she's still so... quiet. No one will want her like this and our numbers will go down." One of the employee's states, unknowing of the small ears listening around the corner.

The woman he was talking to sighs, nodding her head to agree with him.

"I can't find anything she's actually interested in, whenever I see her slightly liking something and I encourage her to continue, she throws it out and goes into a silent protest."

The man sighs and rolls his eyes.

"You'd think she's dead in the head at this point, no families going to take in some retarded kid willingly."

"Tsukami!" The woman says in a scolding tone. "Don't say that she's just a 5-year-old girl--"

"A 5-year-old girl who has no quirk or personality, she might as well be a doll we put on a shelf."

Having heard enough slander from her so-called 'caretakers', Y/n took it upon herself to take the little number of clothes she had in small, tattered backpack and leaves.

She couldn't find it in herself to feel sad, or angry. She felt empty and didn't know what to feel, walking down the streets and looking at the world from a new perspective.

She liked this, being able to see the world.

"I wish I had a family to do this with..." She stopped next to an alleyway, saying this out loud and looking down to the ground.

"Oh, but maybe you can."

Startled, Y/n stumbled away from the alley were the voice came from, and looking in she saw a tall man. Despite the man being so close, she couldn't at all remember his face.

Tall, suit... large mask?

She couldn't remember.

The scene quickly changed, one of which she was hiding inside a tipped over dumpster, crying while trying to be silent. She knew never to trust a stranger, and that man... he didn't hurt her or show any signs of doing so... but in her heart, she knew something was wrong with him.

"Do not be afraid, Young one. I am here to help."

She'd heard his voice many times from the TV stationed in the 'caretakers' break room, but seeing him up close made so much sense as to why so many people loved him.

"B-but... the bad men--"

Before the tall suited man could take her, an explosion happened a few buildings away from where she stood. A group of villains were thrifting and stealing as much as possible before authorities arrived.

One of them saw her, saying that he would make an example out of her despite his group telling him not to wasted time on a kid.

When he picked her up, she felt as if there was a bubble in her chest ready to burst, and when he gave her a sickening grin, the bubble burst.

She didn't really remember much of what happened, only hearing the man and a few other close villains scream in pain, and she was dropped and there were stars in the air around her.

Then she found herself running into alley where she found a small gap between the buildings and rushed in, see and hiding in a tipped over dumpster, not knowing what else to do when the all famous All Might showed up.

"They won't get you," All Might said, showing her a smile that she didn't know she would learn to hate, at that time it treasures her.

There was another explosion heard, and All Might quickly turned his head to the sound, only looking back at Y/n when she whimpered. Her hands covered her ears and she shook afraid of what was to come.

"You must stay here, Young one, it is the safest place for now." All Might knew that if he tried to take Y/n to a safe place a few things could go wrong.

She could get even more scared and lose control of her quirk again, she could be spotted by the villains and they would be relentless in getting her, the villains could get away while he tried to find a safe place for her.

His hands were tied, and as much as he hated the idea of leaving her here alone, the space between the buildings was hard to find. It was small, quiet, and you wouldn't know it was here unless you were looking for it.

"Stay... Here?" Y/n questioned softly, not liking the idea of staying where she was. It was cold and when she had the lid closed it was dark.

Looking into her eyes, All Might kneeled in front of her and place a hand over his heart.

"You must stay here, and I promise I will come back."

"You promise to come back? Promise to come back and keep me safe?"

All Might gave a solid nod.

"I promise."

-----

You're eyes flutter open and you groan at the reoccurring dream.

"What a bullshit promise..."

Pushing up the bin lid, you squint your eyes at the incoming sunlight and yawn, rubbing your eyes. You flinch as a creaky noise comes from your throat and your stomach, which in turn makes you place a hand over your stomach and crawl around the side of the bin and look to your food pile.

Or, lack thereof.

"Shit... Riji always helps me get food..."

You stand and stretch out your back, sighing when it lets out a satisfying pop.

"But, I haven't seen him for a week..."

Looking up out of the little hole through your makeshift roof, you let your mind go blank as you look at the relatively blue sky.

You knew Riji had a life of his own, you weren't really sure what that entailed but now that you had school you wouldn't really know. You saw him when you got back after the first day of school from the talk with Bakugo, but you hadn't seen him at all after that.

Speaking of Bakugo, you were shocked when he came to you with an answer the next day. He completely took the reigns and told you what to do like you were a dog, and you bit back at him every so often but otherwise he was helping you. You two normally talked and studied in your free time in school, he hadn't at all talked to you about outside of school study lessons.

Well, that was until a couple of days ago.

You were almost given a heart attack when he told you that you were coming over to his house, and he said it without hesitation and no room for argument. He gave you the address and time, but you told him you weren't familiar with the streets and such so you wouldn't be able to find it.

Which was true to an extent, you didn't really understand how house addresses worked, you did however know how government-owned buildings worked.

Of course, this made him lash out and call you dumb, which you told him was fair. You asked him if he knew where the local library was, stating that you visit and get books from there all the time. He made a comment about how if you loved books so much that you often hung out at the library, why the hell did you ask him to study with you.

You explained again that it wasn't just studying that you were doing with him, it was training and talking over ways to improve both of your similar quirks.

He kept the time the same, yelling at you to not be late as he would meet you there. If you were late he said he would just leave and you can forget about going to his house, which deep down made you nervous.

You can't remember the last time you were actually inside a proper house, you've squatted in houses for sale a few times before, but all those houses were stripped of anything considered homely.

You were actually pretty excited to see his home, you wondered if his home matched his personality, if so, you had to prepare yourself not to laugh.

Today was the day you would go to his house actually, so switching into the somewhat clean clothes given to you a while back by Riji, you ventured out of your home and onto the sidewalks with a brisk pace. Looking into store windows, you searched for any visible clocks to tell you what time it actually was.

Looking in the window of a clothing store, you say a clock on the far wall. You squint to see it, not really seeing the numbers but seeing the hands well enough.

Bakugo told you to meet him at the library at 11:30 am, you saw the big hand positioned slightly to the left of the top, while the smaller was a little past the where you think the 3 on a clock would be making somewhat of an obtuse angle.

Looking down at your hands you invasion a clock up close, moving your hands to the positions where the clock hands were in the store.

It took you a moment, but once you thought you hade it, your eyes went wide and you went to the store door. You ripped it open quickly, apologizing to the store clerk as you stared with wide eyes at the clock.

"Shit!! He's gonna kill me!!"

You speed out of the store, unknowingly leaving a trail of stardust behind.

It was 11:24, you literally had 6 minutes to get to him before he would have even more reason to beat your ass than he already did.

You hadn't really thought you would sleep in like that, you were going to have to finally get rid of that piece of junk next to your dumpster you so dumbly liked to call an alarm clock. Which, in fairness, it was.

Emphasis on was, you found it in the trash for a reason.

You were breathing heavily as you weaved through people on the street, quickly apologizing to anyone you bumped on your way. You knew the way to the library well enough so you made a B line for it, using your quirk to make you go faster.

People stared as you rushed past them at such a quick speed they barely saw you, but they also stared in awe at the trail of stardust you were leaving behind.

You were there quicker than you expected, but apparently not quick enough as you saw a familiar head of ash blonde hair walking away from the library.

"Bakugo, wait!"

You called out, you didn't stop running at him to catch up. Said boy stopped walking and glanced back at you, and with no time to react at all his eyes went wide as you hit his chest full force, sending you both to the ground harshly.

He to the brunt of it, the air gets knocked out of his lungs as he groaned. You laid on his chest breathing heavily, calming down slightly at the sweet smell of his clothing. Sitting up and practically straddling him, your chest still heaving as you looked down on him with a tired smile.

"I made it!"

It took him a moment to focus himself again, but once he did you were leaning back on his lap as he held you by the front of your shirt, glaring at you with slightly pink cheeks. You thought it was because you hit him to the ground too hard that the blood rushed to his head, but actually he hated how much he liked your warm skin.

"WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM, YOU IDIOT?! FIRST YOU SHOW UP LATE, THEN YOU TACKLE ME TO THE GROUND LIKE SOME RABID DOG!!!"

You grab ahold of his wrists and look at him with frowned brows.

"Oh, come on! I wasn't that late! And besides, I couldn't slow myself down!"

"It didn't look like you even tried to!" He yelled in your face.

"That's not the point!" You counter.

He lets go of you, letting you fully drop to your back on the ground as he shoves the rest of your body off him, dusting himself off aggressively. Though, thinking about it, what didn't this boy do aggressively?

"Dumbass! I was already regretting this, but now I don't think I want to even do this anymore."

You get up quickly and roll your eyes at him.

"Oh, please. You're the one who set this up."

"Because you're dumbass is still weak as shit!" He then quickly turned around and started stomping his away down the sidewalk, you were quick to follow behind.

"So..." You break the silence, looking at him as you both walked side by side. "What are we doing today?"

"Training." He said in a brash tone, but you just smiled.

"Finally, I thought it was gonna be all books with you."

He glares your way, yelling as he always did.

"Shut up! You're fighting style is weak as shit and you're out of shape!"

You roll your eyes and look at him from the corner of your eye with a sly smirk, slowly bringing up a hand to cover your mouth slightly.

"Oh? Last I remember you were too busy with that childhood dick measuring contest to see anything from me."

You could practically see steam leaving his mouth as he towered over you, yelling in your face but it only made you smile. You didn't really know when it happened, but you realized teasing him was very fun.

"SHUT THE HELL UP, YOU SHIT STAR GIRL!!"

"Speaking of that fight," You ignore him. "what is with you two anyway? I can see why he's kinda scared of you, but I can also see why he pisses you off." You glare off to the side just thinking about Midoriya. "He's on my shit list, but I just wanna know your side of the story."

He clicks his tongue in irritation and looks forward.

"Mind your own damn business."

"Awe, come on!" You whine childishly, grabbing at the base of his black shirt and tugging a bit. "I'll tell you something personal about me if you tell me."

"I don't give a fuck about your personal business," He growls, grabbing the wrist that was on his shirt and pushing you off. "it's called staying in my lane, you should try it sometime."

You huff in annoyance, but you had a feeling his side of the story would be hard to hear from to begin with. So, taken to what he said, you walked quietly beside him which surprised him for a while.

It didn't take more than 20-25 minutes to get to his house, but once you were there you felt all ounces of confidence leave you.

"I-It's....h-how... WHY IS YOUR HOUSE SO HUGE?!"

Bakugo flinched at you turning at yelling at him, his face flushing a bit in embarrassment though he wasn't sure why. You stared at him with shock and slight awe, you (literally) practically had stars in your eyes you looked up at him.

"Are you actually some kind of rich kid?!"

"Huh?!?!!" He glares at you and yells in your face. "I'm not rich!!"

"But, your house!!"

"It's average, idiot!"

He growls and stomps his way up to the front door, and you feel your heart sink to the floor. You would have to pretend that you lived in a house like his too, that all of this was normal.

That having a real door to a real house, that you personally owned, and having all the real things that came with this house was normal...

You watched as he unlocked the door with a key he pulled from his pocket, your brows frowning as you looked down at yourself. Baggy shirt, somewhat baggy shorts, ripped up shoes that actually look like trash... which all of what you had was...

Would he not like you if he found out? Bakugo didn't really seem the type to discriminate amongst class or really anything for that matter, he took on everything the same, something he can beat. But... he also looks and acts like the type of person who hates liars...

"Oi!"

You flinch, raising your head to see Bakugo glaring at you from halfway inside his door.

"Are you coming in or what? I'm not standing here all day while you weirdly gawk at my house."

Take a deep breath in, you give a strained and awkward smile.

"I-I'm coming."

Walking in past him, he closed the door behind you. Because you were so tense, you almost jumped out of your skin when Bakugo yelled from behind you at a volume you didn't expect.

"I'M BACK!"

You slightly glare back at him for yelling, your heart beating quickly in your now pulsing ears. All he gave you back was a glare and a shrug.

"My house." He muttered, and you rolled your eyes, but then jumped out of your skin again as someone else yelled.

"YOUR HOUSE MY ASS, KATSUKI!!"

Bakugo went stiff at the voice, you turned back to face whoever yelled.

It was a very young attractive looking woman who seemed to bare the same ash blond explosive hair as Bakugo. She also shared his pricing red eyes which glared daggers into the boy behind you but quickly turned soft and gentle as her glance turned to you.

It was all silent for a moment as she stared at you with a smile, then her face flushed red and quickly came up to you, cupping your face in her hands and squishing your cheeks together.

"Ah! You're so beautiful! Your skin is practically glowing! And your eyes shine like stars!"

Her smile disappeared as she glared at Bakugo who had moved from behind you to beside you, glaring at his... mother?

"You didn't tell me you were bringing a girl over!! You haven't even done your chores yet!"

Bakugo's face flushed as his glare hardened, all while your face was still cupped within his mother's very soft and warm hands... which you weren't complaining about at all.

"What the hell does it matter she's a girl!?! And I said I would do them after!!"

"You did not tell me that, and as your mother, I need to know everything about the people you bring to MY house!!"

You felt a chill in your spine as she said this, making your doubt of Bakugo not liking your homeless double.

"Please you two, she only just got here. She must be overwhelmed."

You leaned a little past Bakugo's mother, her hands still cupping your face as you looked behind her. There stood who you could only assume was Bakugo's dad, he had brown hair and eyes and had the same hairstyle as Bakugo and his mother.

Out of all the Bakugo's you've met now, he seemed the only one who knew how to be calm.

Bakugo's mother let go of your face and instead pulled at Bakugo's ear, which he growled at and grabbed her wrist tightly.

"Do your chores!"

"Shut up, hag, I'll do them after!! Now let go!!"

She let go but quickly smacked him over the head.

You didn't really know you had done it, but your back was now pressed up against the door and you started to sweat as they fought.

You'd heard and seen many different family dynamics, living on the streets gave you ample time to people watch. You had seen children fight back at their parents before, mostly just toddlers throwing tantrums though.

You'd also heard the old, and the quite dumb, phrase "respect your elders".

You've cussed out your fair share of authority figures before, that wasn't new. You were, however, shocked that Bakugo would even have the balls to yell at his birth giver like that. Not to say some parents don't deserve a good cuss or two, but ... if his mother was your mother?

... You wouldn't.

"You'll do them now! Now go before I ground your ass and send your girlfriend home, treating you like the brat you are!"

He growled again at her, practically quaking with anger, but he stomped past her to another room, grinding his teeth.

Once he was gone, his mother turned to you with a smile.

"It's nice to meet you, I didn't really expect Katsuki to ever get a girlfriend with his attitude."

Your face flushed out of pure nervousness of saying the wrong thing and getting kicked out.

"U-uh, me and Bakugo... we aren't dating--"

"Damn it!" She sighed out, throwing her head make which made you flinch wondering if she was gonna put you out.

Bakugo's father sighed and walked over, placing his hand on his wife's lower back while giving you an equal to yours nervous smile.

"I'm sorry, this is probably not what you were planing when you came here."

You shook your head and waved your hands.

"O-oh, no, it's okay! I'm just... I've never been to a fancy house like this before... nor have I ever been to my friends' house or met their family."

"Eh?" Bakugo's mother raised a brow at you in confusion as both parents looked at you slightly shocked. "Fancy... house?"

"W-why don't you come to sit in the living room while you wait for Katsuki to finish up?"

You nod and are about to follow him when Bakugo walls back into the hallway with what looked like a vacuum, he glares at you which makes you quickly stop walking.

"Take your damn shoes off, idiot! Are you trying to make my job harder?!"

"Huh??"

You feel the sweat on your face as you look down at the little step in front of the door, you had seen this many times at the houses you squatted in. There was always a little step in the doorway, but since the houses were always empty you always thought it was a design thing.

It wasn't until you got to U.A. that you suddenly realized all the social etiquette you never learned because, well, you didn't have a home or parents to teach you these things.

You felt your face flush with embarrassment as you realized that your shoes may look like the trash they were, but you also weren't wearing any socks.

"U-Uhm... I... I don't have any socks on..." You look up through your lashes at the Bakugo family, almost feeling ashamed of your meet assistance in front of them.

"What the hell is--" Bakugo was quickly cut off by his mother.

"Katsuki! Chores!!" Bakugo shrugged and glared at his mother, pointing at your feet.

"She--"

"Now!!" She cut him off again, pointing down the hall. He let out a long sigh and stomped his way out of the hallway and into a different room.

"It's fine, eh... oh," Bakugo's father looked at you in surprise, you looked at him curiously. "We... don't know your name."

"Oh," You give them an awkward smile after toeing off your shoes at the entrance bowing to them as a silent apology for the lack of respectfulness for social etiquette.

"My name is Uchukyuzo Y/n, but you can call me Y/n... feels more... natural...?"

Bakugo's father nodded at you with a gentle smile, Bakugo's mother was quiet but also gave you a smile.

"Nice to meet you, Y/n." His father spoke. "follow me."

"I'll get some water for ya, sweetie." Bakugo's mother said, patting your shoulder and disappearing into what you assumed was the kitchen.

You heard the vacuum Bakugo had startup as you shyly sat down on the couch with its back to a wall, Bakugo's father sat across from you and smiled at you with closed eyes and a gentle look.

"It really is nice to meet you, Y/n. Bakugo often mutters about your when he's home, always talking about what you two were to do next together."

"Yes," Bakugo's mother came in with stacked cups and a pitcher of water, setting it down on the small table in front of you and pouring you some water as she continued. "You can only imagine our surprise to know that he was tutoring someone."

You felt yourself flush a little, bowing your head, and quietly thanking her as you stiffly took the glass of water and took sips.

"It's... not really tutoring, at least... I don't think. Bakugo and I have... sort of similar quirks, so, I approached him about maybe partnering up and learning from each other."

Bakugo's mother sat down next to her husband, leaning back comfortably on the couch as she smirked at you in a mischievous way.

"Similar quirks, huh?"

You nod, placing the cup back down on the table. Luckily for you, the crash you had with Bakugo stored up a lot of energy that you could give an example.

Lifting your hands, you cupped them into a small ball shape, allowing the energy to build up in the small pocket in your hands. Then you pulled your hands flat, one high and one just below, allowing the energy to release in a bright burst of light.

Since it was a small, contained explosion, the flash of light was like the flash of a camera. What was left was the colorful and sparkling glow of the energy that was left behind, your hands were warm as the star-like sparkles fell around your hands.

"I can store energy in my body and release it like an exploding star, taking in and putting pressure on the energy, then releasing it in a bust of light that tends to leave trails of light behind."

You look back up at the parents, they started at you with impressed expressions and you shyly scratch at the back of your head.

"A-and since Bakugo can make explosions as well, I thought I could benefit from learning from him and that... he could learn something from me?"

"Oh please," His mother grins at you. "He may act like it, but he's far from perfect."

"Eh? I-I know that..." You reply looking down at your hands in your lap, clenching and unflinching them while looking at your palms. "I admire his drive, in a lot of ways, he and I are the same."

"You seem to be as good as, if not better, than Katsuki." Bakugo's mother cut in, getting you to look at her as both parents look on at you.

"Oh, I don't really want to be better than anyone..." You look around the room you were in.

Bookshelves filled with books, a few potted plants, from where you were sitting you could just barely seen a nice looking kitchen. It was no secret this house was beautiful, something you never really lived in before.

You smiled sadly around the room.

"You know... I've always wanted to live in a house."

"Eh?!" You flinch and look to Bakugo's parents, who both equally looked horrified at what you said. You panic and shake your head, waving your hands about.

"I mean! I mean live in a house like this! It's nice a-and big! Bakugo told me there's a backyard too! I, uh, I... don't have those..."

You grin sheepishly, looking down at your feet that curled an unfurled.

"I'm sorry if I'm being rude... I..." You look up at the parents.

Bakugo's father looked at you with a sad expression, but and expression it looked like he was trying to fight for your sake. Bakugo's mother held a gentleness that made your resolve start crack more and more.

The little voice in your head started to make your eyes sting and feel glossy.

Tell them, they look like people who could help? Why don't I ever ask for help? Why do I have to do this all on my own? I can tell them. I'm allowed to. I know I am. I'm allowed to feel sad about where I am. I don't always have to be strong.

"I-I..." You felt a lump forming in your throat, your brow starting to twitch and your lips turned down in a frown. Your fists were clenched on your lap.

Were you actually going to finally ask someone for help to get you off the streets and into an actual home? With food and water and clothes and somewhere to bathe, was this it?

"I-I uhm..."

"Y/n," You looked up from your lap and stared at Bakugo's mother, who was looking you dead in the eyes with her own pricing ruby eyes. "You know you can tell us anything, right?"

snap!

You felt a tear run down your face and you felt your eyes go wide, your mouth opening as if you were on auto-piolet.

"... W-what I said before... about not having a.. a home like this... I... I don't have a h-"

"I'M DONE!"

Your shoots down to your lap and you leet out a breath you didn't know you were holding. At the sound of Bakugo's voice, you dropped your head and whipped your eyes quickly, and all heads in the living room turned to where Bakugo was standing with his arms crossed.

He first glared at his mother, then glared over to you, which turned to confusion as he saw your slightly red eyes.

"What the hells up with you?"

"KATSUKI BAKUGO!!" His mother stood and shouted at him in pure anger.

As a kid with present adult figures in your life, you knew the sounds of when you were in trouble and when you were in trouble. Bakugo was surprised to hear her genuine anger, his father was also looking at him with a stern stare.

"What?!" He yelled back, but before she could answer you stand to your feet and waved your hands, putting up a fake smile.

"S-So you're done, does that me we can get started?"

He nodded at you, his parents looking at you with worry.

"Y/n," Bakugo's father spoke softly. "You can stay and talk with-"

"B-Bakugo planned this whole day for us to train, so, wouldn't want that plan to go to waste, right?" You give him a strained smile, leaning down and grabbing the water you had. Downing it in one huge gulp, which hurt your chest by the way, and you quickly walked beside Bakugo.

"S-show me the way... Bakubro!" You faked excitement.

Every part of you now was screaming at you to leave the room and situation, the conversation was not something you wanted to have today.

Why the hell would you even think of telling someone?! Do you know what would happen then? You'd be sent to a foster home, which you already know is worse than where you are now, are you serious!? You're not stupid, Y/n! You didn't go through 10 years of living on the streets alone surviving on being soft to people you just met!!

Your inner voice scolded you plus tenfold, and without really knowing it, you were hiding behind Bakugo, away from the looks of his now frightened parents.

It was silent for a bit, Bakugo not knowing what the hell was going on other than that you looked close to crying and his parents were angry at him for something. Were you snitching on him for being so 'mean' to you? That can't be it, right? You didn't really react badly at all to his attitude.

In fact, it was one of the things he liked about you. You took his shit and sent it back.

So, what had you like this.

"... Can we go now..?"

Your voice was so quiet, Bakugo had never heard you speak so softly, and looking at your slightly upset face, he didn't like it at all.

With a click of his tongue, turned down the hall and walked towards a door in the back.

"Hurry up... idiot."

You didn't say anything back and stuck to his heels like glue, leaving behind two parents who were on the verge of calling the police or child services.

What had you been through to have to keep quiet about it?

-----

What you thought was going to be a simple training section in his backyard, actually turned into a 2-hour long training lesson with him.

You both started out with stretching, luckily for you, Bakugo didn't ask what the conversation was about that you had with his parents. He corrected your form many times, asked if you were even trying or if you knew what stretching was.

Moving on you went to a small work-out session, from running in place to jumping jacks, squats, lunges, all that jazz. He allowed you small breaks every so often, tell you that if you go all out on your first time you'll vomit, and he didn't want to deal with that.

You internally took that as a sign of him caring about you.

Next, you went to hand to hand training with him, which he gave you no mercy on. He downed you so many times that you had grass stains all over your already trash clothes, but he was actually teaching you along the way.

With your size, he thought you how to use that to your advantage. He got him down a couple of times with his help, but any victory you had over him was lost quickly as he told you a fight doesn't just stop when you have him on the ground.

After those two hours, he now has you both back at some ending work out stuff.

Both you and he were on your elbows and toes at the moment, facing each other while planking. Both of you were covered in sweat which fell from your face every so often, he was actually smart in switching his clothes before. He changed when he was doing chores as he was in a black tank top and loose shorts.

You were to hold the plank for a minute, then break, then go to your side, break, then your other side, break then repeat.

You were heaving at this point but you weren't upset about it, in fact, you were quite thankful for the tired feeling falling over you. Not only would this benefit you in the long run, but also, you wouldn't have to stay awake thinking all night.

"Break."

You look up from your plank at Bakugo who was now on his knees.

"Huh?" You still held your plank, your stomach and legs shaking a small bit.

He growled and leaned over, smacking you on the head which made you fall face-first to the ground.

"I said break, idiot!"

You let out a sigh and slightly snuggle into the ground, then you hold your top half up on your elbows and look at Bakugo.

"Thanks for this Bakubro." You wink and send him finger guns, which he rolls his eyes and mutters a curse.

"Shut up."

You laugh a little and roll onto your back with a sigh, looking at the slightly less bright sky.

"Now that we have had a training montage together," You throw your head back to look at him upside down while still laying in the grass. "have I unlocked your character backstory yet?"

"The hell are you talking about?" Bakugo growled, now sitting down with one leg crossed and the other straight out, which happened to be right next to your right side as he leaned back on his hands.

You laughed and looked back at the sky.

"Come on, you know. I want to know why you have so much beef with broccoli boy, it can't really be a secret since he likes to tell his sob story all the time."

You rolled back over, placing your hand over Bakugo's leg, making it so you were leaning it like a pillow as you looked up at him.

"No kidding, I saw him crying, like, two days ago about something. I didn't because I'm still mad at him, and also people trying in public make me uncomfy." You point and place your cheek on his leg.

He shakes you off his leg, his cheeks a little pink at your closeness to him, and he rolls his eyes.

"You're fucking weird."

"Watch your fuckin' language." You playfully growl at him, pushing your self up into a normal sitting position across from him, crossing one leg over the other as you stare at him. "But seriously, why the rivalry?"

"Why the hell are you so interested, anyway?" He crossed his arms and glared at you. "Do you really have nothing better to do then encroach on other people's business?"

You pretend to think really hard on it, then innocently shake your head like a child, smiling at him expectingly.

It was silent as you both stared at each other for legit 3 minutes.

"Ugh, fine!" He growls, throwing his arms out and glaring off, making no attempts to look at you. "That damn nerd used to be a fuckin' nobody! Just some lowly nerd in the back of the class with nothing special about him, not even a quirk! Then, all of a sudden, he gets a quirk and doesn't even have the guts to use it on me!! Like, he thinks I can't take it! Like I'm weak!"

You listen to his words carefully, knowing you just got him to open up about something that looks like he would never tell anyone.

"I'm third in the class! That damn nerd is getting all the praise! Even one on one with fuckin' All Might himself!!" He starts yelling now, glaring at the ground below him. "Now he thinks he can tell me that he suddenly got his quirk from someone!? He thinks I'm royalty stupid to fall for that!"

"So that's what it's about..." You mutter softly, not meaning for him to hear but not really upset that he did when his head snapped up to you.

"Huh?!"

"Your expectations... the world's expectations, I know how it feels to want to be above it all."

He glares at you, and for once this whole day, you weren't afraid of if your words upset him and he kicked you out. You wanted him to know you're driven too.

"I asked you to train me because it's not just our quirks that are the same, you want to go above and beyond what people and yourself think you can do. I do too. I'm starting from the bottom, Bakugo," You laugh bitterly, scratching the back of your neck as you look at the ground. "literally the bottom. You're starting somewhere unfamiliar... Must be tough, huh?"

He glares harder then grabs the front of your shirt pulling you closer to his face, his breath hitting yours as he growls at you.

"Are you making fun of me?!"

"Not at all," You lean forward to making yourself a little more comfortable in his hold. "I'm acknowledging how much pressure you have put on you and how much you're putting on yourself. It's like looking in a mirror."

"I'm not weak!" He shouts, you place your hands on his thighs and push yourself up. He still held tight to your shirt, but now you were eye level with him.

"I never said you were, that's why I like you. You may be an asshole, but you're still a good guy, Bakugo... You know that, right?"

He throws you off him to the side, standing quickly and brushing himself off. You laid on your side look up at him, first with a slight sternness then with a smile.

"You talk weak," He says, his back turned to you. You stand and brush yourself off, walking to his side and looking up at him.

"Maybe I am, but do you really think that?"

He clicks his tongue and walks to the back door leading inside, you follow quickly but he shoves a towel in your face. You were confused, but then he pointed down at your feet.

"I'm not cleaning up your dirty ass footprints."

He then walks away to what you think you remember was the kitchen. You chuckle and wipe your feet, which you hadn't even noticed got really dirty. After you thoroughly scrubbed your feet, you intended to follow Bakugo to the kitchen, but stop by the living room doorway.

Inside was Bakugo's parents talking quietly to each other while the tv close to them was on and on a low volume, most likely to cover their conversation. You were going to leave them be when you saw something familiar on the tv screen.

Walking into the room, you got closer to the tv, inadvertently showing your presents to the parents.

"Oh, Y/n, are you and Bakugo finished with training today?" Bakugo's father asked, but you didn't turn to look at him, eyes glued to the tv as you saw buildings you know you've seen before.

"... Yeah," You answer slowly, not turning from the tv. "What channel is this?"

"The news?" Bakugo's mother said, also looking at the tv. "Why?"

"Can you turn it up, please?" You finally turned from the tv to give Bakugo's mother a small pleading look. She complied, picking up the remote and turning up the volume.

You caught a glimpse of Bakugo coming in the room with two tall glasses of water before turning back to the tv.

"Yes, and we are now reporting live in what seems to be a villain attack. There seems to be only one villain who has taken hostages and has stolen money from local stores."

The tv then shows the store you were just at this morning with broken windows, then turned to a scene in which make your eyes go wide.

The first thing you see is a large black inky figure, which was picking up and throwing cars and anything big enough to cause damage at bystanders. You then saw a group of people huddled in a grey like a bubble that you remember all too well.

"...Riji?" You mutter, you brows frowning as you watch a few heroes try to get close, then quickly retreat at the sight of the inky figure creating large thick ink walls between them.

"As you can see, we have heroes on the scene, but they can't get close. The black ink substance seems to be admitting some kind of mass-energy that has already caused two heroes to have sudden cardiac arrests."

You didn't stay standing there any longer, backing up slowly then turning and running for the front door, completely ignoring the calls of the Bakugo family.

With how fast you were running and how fast your heart was beating, you knew you had enough energy to get there quickly. And you did, you were there faster than you knew it and already bringing with energy.

Police and heroes alike were making sure no one got too close, you ran up to there blockade and they were quick to stop you.

"Sorry kid, but you need to stay back!" A hero told you, looking over his shoulder every so often at the sound of crashing. You glared at him and moved to look past him, getting only a small look at Riji holding the bubble they were in.

"My friend is in there! He created that bubble! I can help!"

"No!" The hero countered. "It's too dangerous for a child to--"

You didn't stay to listen to his protest.

Your eyes went black and your body glowed and shimmered, crouching you jumped high over the hero's head and once back on the ground charge the villain, ignoring the try of the hero. Your eyes glowed like the start night sky as you ran straight past some heroes who tried to stop you, running straight into the villain's form.

You were expecting some kind of resistance at the wall of black ink that formed the villain, but there was none. You did however feel a huge jolt of energy flowing through you now, your body glowing brighter as you felt yourself brim with energy just waiting to be released.

"Y/N!"

You quickly turn your head, only to see Riji struggling to hold his bubble with the amount of power surging around. His quirk allowed him to make indestructible bubbles the are basically shields of an unbreakable mass, however, the bigger the bubble, the hardened to hold. It takes strength and consideration to hold them, that's what he had told you when he first showed you.

"Riji! Can you hold it a little longer?" You yell to him, bouncing at your feet as you feel the power around you almost making the energy in your body pour out.

He nods.

"Not for much longer!"

"I've got this!" You scream back, running full head into the eye of the storm of this villains form.

He couldn't just be a mass of inky blackness, he had to have a body somewhere.

And luckily for you, you ran straight into it.

The man in front of you grunts as he hits the ground, the darkness not going away as he looks up and stares at you in shock.

"What the-- a kid?? How did you--?"

You were blinding to look at now, all that could be seen of you was your glowing eyes, that didn't hold any black anymore, now only glowed a bright white. You smirked down at him tackled him, pushing him to his stomach and sitting on his back. You smiled at his attempts to get away from your grasp but screamed in pain as you heard the steam of his flesh burning.

"Want to know what it feels like to be in the middle of a star when it explodes?" You say, leaning down to his ear you laugh. "Well, you're about to."

Then, you let go of the power you were holding.

-----

All Bakugo could see from his spot in the crowd after he ran after you was the large inky villain, heroes arguing over the girl the ran in and how they were meant to get her out to saver her.

He wondered for a moment if it was his fault that she ran in without a second thought.

Had he put too much pressure on her during training? She said she wanted his help and his help alone so, he thought he was doing fine. She never really complained about learning and hanging out from him, in fact, he thought she enjoyed it.

But after what he told him before she left.

"I'm acknowledging how much pressure you have put on you and how much you're putting on yourself. It's like looking in a mirror."

She didn't do this to prove something, did she?

"Idiot, you better not be dead..." Bakugo muttered out, glaring at the large mass of ink.

Suddenly, he felt the air around quickly heat up, and a bright light explodes from the mass. Everyone around gasped and covered their eyes, the heat around making everyone begin to sweat. Once the light dimmed and was fading with the heat, all that was left was gently falling specks of stardust-like light.

In the middle of this gentle fall of stardust snowflakes, was a large bubble full of the victims of the attack, and dragging out a man was the girl Bakugo had learned to respect as an equal.

She looked exhausted, her feet stumbling every step or so with her eyelids half-closed. She had what looked like glistening tears coming from her eyes like a subtle drip fountain, there were also small cuts and visible bruising on her body.

With what strength she had left she placed the villain down, and as he tried to get up she places her now glowing hand on the back of his neck which made him hiss in slight pain.

"I wouldn't even think it, sir. You're not going anywhere." She glowered down at the villain as cops and heroes alike rushed over to take the villain into custody.

Bakugo started making his way over to her when he was pushed to the side by reports.

"Oi!" He growled at them, but they surrounded Y/n to the point he could really only see her exhausted face.

"Young lady! Do you know how dangerous that was?!" The hero who tried to stop her before now stood scolding her, the cameras of reports taking it all in great detail.

Y/n herself gave him a tired glare and shrug.

"Just as dangerous as it would be for any other hero."

"Exactly! You're hurt!"

"So?"

"Do you know how stupid that was?!"

Y/n grit her teeth, now puffing you her chest in anger.

"I did your job better than you! If you want to call hero work, by all means! I saved them!"

The hero glared down at her, Bakugo watched Y/n stand her ground once more in front for an authority which seemed to be something she did frequently.

"You're a child!"

Y/n's cheeks flushed with anger.

"As if my age matters!? You seem to forget your precious hawks hero ain't exactly an old clown like the rest of the top ten are, you saying his work is pointless because he's young?!"

Everyone watching was taken back, especially the hero scolding her, before he could come back at her though, a reporter watching and recording all this cut in to talk with her.

"You're so young, yet you rushed in headfirst. Did you know what danger you were in?"

Y/n turned and glared at the woman, then glared into the camera that was turned directly to her face. She could feel herself getting overwhelmed, sure she wanted to make her voice heard but... to many eyes were watching.

"Did you know how dangerous it was when you came to record this shit?" Y/n asked the woman back harshly, the reporter flinching back a little as Y/n turned into the camera head-on and glared into it.

"And for those of you just watching at home just waiting to say some shit behind a screen about me being stupid for doing this, I want you all to know something,"

She snatched the mic from the reporter as her eyes started to shine with stars.

"Think you could do better? because I don't see all the 'help' you self proclaimed heroes are doing. So before you come for me, take a good look in the mirror and ask yourself: If you were in my shoes, you could even take two steps?"

Y/n now furious, tired, in pain, and overall done with the day, grabbed the mic held in her hands and snapped it in half like a twig. Throwing it to the ground and making her way past the crowd, who all quickly made way for her to walk.

Bakugo however didn't move, the only one to stand in her path as she came to a stop in front of him. Looking up at him in the eyes, all Y/n could do was sigh and bow her head.

"I'm sorry..." It was so quietly said, Bakugo could barely hear it. She brushed past him gently, making her way away from the crowd of people watching you. Cops and heroes silently argued if they should stop her and question her, which they should have.

But Bakugo watched Y/n warp her arms around herself, walking barefoot down the streets past people, head down and back slouched.

Bakugo's mind was set, and a path in his mind clicked and was created at that moment.

Y/n and Bakugo really were two sides of the same coin.

-----

You walked around for a while, trying to get everyone off your tail so you could go back to your dumpster and forget this day ever happened.

You were more than exhausted and just wanted to close your eyes, slightly frustrated that you wouldn't be eating for the night either.

You sigh and run a hand down your face, turning the corner into your alley.

"Ugh, and Bakugo's probably pissed at me for running off on him like that..."

You stopped walking when you saw someone standing at the other side of the alley, it was definitely not Riji since he was apparently stuck with the police the last you saw of him. You stood stock still, watching the person standing across from you.

Then there were two.

Three.

Five.

Your tired body felt a shiver up your spine, a heavy feeling behind you.

Before you could do anything though, your head was shoved into the alley wall beside you while your arms were locked behind your back. As your head spun and pounded from the impact of the wall, the petty part of you finished counting.

Six.

"Nice performance on the news today, girly," I was the sound of a woman's voice behind you, you watched it slightly blurred vision as the other people came walking down the alley to meet with you. "It was a real star-shower."

You gave out a weak and bitter laugh, your voice came out cracking and weak.

"That's called a meteor shower, dumb bitch. I may be homeless, but I guess I'm more educated than--"

You were pulled from the wall tossed to the ground, your hands freed too late as you landed head first on the ground. And when you tried to sit up, you got a hard foot to the back that shoved you back down.

"That was one of our best you jailed, you little cunt," The woman spoke again, your face turned to the side as you saw her combat boots come into view. She leaned down, catching your eyes.

She then grabbed you by the head and forced you head back in a way that made your neck crack painfully while you let out a small cry of pain.

"Just who do you think you are, little girl?"

You grunt and breath heavily, sucking in as much air as you could. Your head pounded and you could feel a small trickle of blood fall over your left eyes, your ribs aching from the pressure of the foot in your back.

"Clearly someone who's better than 'one of your best's."

She growled and shoved your head into the ground again, making you cry out again as you felt your nose start to bleed. She pulled your head up again to face her and her goons.

"You just don't quit do you?"

"Nah," you say quietly. "Quitting ain't my style."

"Well, maybe any early death is." She grinned at you, then her eye suddenly glowed a neon, radioactive green.

You saw her raise her right hand, the one not holding your head, and it leaked with the same neon color as her eyes. The neon liquid from her hand hissed angrily as it hit the pavement below you and you knew.

"Acid..." You mutter out, apparently enough for her to hear. She laughed and nodded her head at the rest of her goons, who laughed along with her.

She turned back to you with an evil grin and an insane look in her eyes.

"Smart. Ya know, kid, if you hadn't been such a problem, I would've liked taken you into my gang."

You gave a breathy laugh with hurt your throat which was at this point dry, closing your eyes and shaking your head as much as you could in her grasp.

"Thanks but... no thanks..." You opened your eyes and looked her dead on. "I don't work with losers like you freaks, and besides... If a 15-year-old beat your 'best' you can't be shit, hun."

She growled and it was like time slowed, her glowing acid hand made its way straight to your face. You closed your eyes and awaited the painful death that seemed to be coming your way.

You knew you would die one day, though, you had at least hoped that you would have made it a bit further than 15.

Maybe 19... 20s asking too much.

You felt her hand wrap around your face and you waited, but... nothing came. Slowing opening your good eye, you and saw her hand and eyes were no longer glowing, and her face was covered in confusion.

"What the--!"

She was cut off by a cloth wrapping around her face and quickly shoving her into the ground, and it wasn't long until the weight of the foot on your back was released as well. You heard quarl above you, the goons yelling about not seeing who it was or where they were.

You, too tired and in pain to move, stayed laying on the ground, staring at the knocked out woman in front of you.

Then, it stopped. No more fighting, no more grunts of pain, only the sounds of someone's footsteps. Even as they came close to you, you didn't move.

The footsteps stopped, then you saw the knocked out woman being dragged out of your sight. You let your aching chest fill with air before you pressed your hands to the ground, pushing yourself up from the ground on to your hands and knees.

This was enough to take the breath you just breathed away, and you sat back tiredly on your heels. You head faced down, you couldn't bring yourself to look up yet, the pain you felt all over was stronger than your curiosity of the stranger who saved you.

Well, that was until you heard his voice.

"Why did I know when I saw you, you would be trouble?"

You slowly lifted your head, and standing in front of you was the night-time hero and your highschool teacher, Eraserhead.

You give what you can only assume is the most pathetic smile in the world to him, your hand not even leaving your side but waving a small wave to him.

"Howdy teach."

He sighs, walking over to you before kneeling down. He seemed to look you over, looking at the damage done to you as you sigh.

"Guess this can't really count as just an after school activity, right?" You weakly joke, but he didn't change his neutral expression at all.

"We didn't have classes today, Uchukyuzo." He states in a monotoned voice, finally taking his goggles off to look you in the eyes. "You must be stupid."

"Yeah..." You let your head drift to the sit, slightly nodding to your homeroom teacher. "You're not wrong..."

"You do realize you can no longer live like this, correct?"

This got you, you frowned your brows but quickly regretted it from the pain that came from just moving your face.

"Wha... what do you mean?"

He sighed, standing up he grabbed your arms gently enough to not hurt you, but with enough force to help you stand. You hiss and slightly whimper in pain at this swift move, but allowed him to take you by the shoulders and guide you slowly threw the alley.

"You've being moved to a facility until we can find you a real home."

Though you felt pain coursing through you, you smacked his hands off you and stumped over to the alley wall in pain gasping a little but then turning and glaring up at his neutral face.

"What...?"

"Uchukyuzo," He said in a stern voice. "You can't actually expect a school like U.A. to ignore the fact that you live in an alley, sleep in a dumpster, and eat stole or savaged food while dressed in clothes from the trash."

You lean you back on the wall, face him fully now, you glare even harder than before.

"You were watching me."

"Ever since you got into the school," Aizawa confessed.

You growled weakly, like an injured animal still trying to fight as it's cornered.

"I thought the Principle said it was classified."

"It is," he confirmed. "to students and others not staffed or properly responsible for the students. You expect only Nezu to know? Homeless or not, we've never taken in a student with no record of anything except for a date of birth that took far too long to find."

You looked off to the side, sighing as the weight of the day started to come back to you.

The worry of not seeing Riji, the emotional ride you hade with Bakugo, the training with Bakugo, the villain and apparently the villains gang, and now...

"You're ripping me away from the only place I've called home for 10 years..."

Turning to face Aizawa again, who didn't cave under your look.

"Do you know that's what you're doing?"

"This isn't a home." He stated as if it were nothing.

"Maybe not to you but it is to me!!" You scream, not even caring about the pain that ripped through your dry throat. "Where else am I supposed to go, huh?! To the foster care that didn't give a rats ass about me and only wanted profit?! Only to be given to a family that want a pat on the back for 'saving' an unwanted kid, is that the kind of 'home' you want me to be in!?"

He clicked his tongue and looked off to the side, which made your blood boil even more.

"That's it!?"

"You aren't the only one with a sob story." He looked down at you, and your eyes began to glow as you glared at him with every bit of anger and energy left in you.

"You think I don't know that!? Do you think I don't hate myself day in and day out about all the things I complain about?! I may have a fucked up way of living but I get I'm not the only one! But this is my story! My life! I can't give up!"

You felt your body start to lose strength as the glow around you faded and you looked down.

"I can't let go of this... not yet..."

"Y/n," You look up at Aizawa, who was now closer to you. He placed a hand on your hand in a gentle manner, looking you in the eyes as he spoke.

"You deserve a better life than this. You've worked hard to get where you are today, and I'm not at all downplaying it. But even I have to ask for help sometimes..."

Your eyelids droop and you felt his words hit you harder than they would have if you were at your best. You were so used to covering up your feelings by forcing it away with something you deemed more important, but now... at your lowest, you couldn't find it in you to fight his words.

"Let us help you now."

Your head dropped, but since Aizawa was so close to you, your head landed on his stomach. His hand moved from atop your head to the nape of your neck as you let out a tired sigh. You felt small tires drip from your eyelashes, ones soaking into the man's clothing or landing on your bare feet.

"If you were me... you would be angry too... right?" You questioned out loud, not really knowing if you genuinely wanted an answer or not.

But it's not as if you got that answer anyway, as your vision went black and your body went numb.

-----

Aizawa carried you over to the car that was meant to take you to the U.A. own building where you would be living for a while, and as he sat in the back with you, your head on his lap, he watched your face.

Aizawa did like to sleep more than the fact that it gave him time to rest his overworked eyes or his tired body, it also gave him time to not have to feel anything.

When you sleep, it's almost as if time stops, just for you. No emotions, at least, the good sleep had no emotions.

Looking at your relaxed face, face patched up by some of the people helping to gather what little things you had to bring with them, you looked so peaceful.

You were in the sleep that had no dreams, no feelings or actions, just darkness as your body healed.

While you slept on his lap, he looked out the window and thought over what his answer to your question would have been if he were to answer at all.

"If you were me... you would be angry too... right?"

"Kid," He muttered quietly to himself, glancing down at you and placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. "I don't need to be you... I already am angry too."

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