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⌜Know No Evil | Chapter 15 Chapter 15 | gauging reactions⌟

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A satisfied smirk played on your lips as you both reached the large, white and gray bus. Iida, ever the gentleman, gestured towards the open door. "After you, Akuma-san," he said politely, stepping aside to allow you on board.

"Thank you, Iida-kun," you replied with a gracious nod, stepping onto the bus. The chatter inside immediately died down as everyone turned to stare at you. The confusion was evident. They were expecting Iida to return, not you.

"Hey, Four Eyes! The hell took you so long? Had to take a crap or somethin—" Bakugo's booming voice cut through the silence, but the sentence died abruptly on his lips as his crimson eyes landed on you. The amusement instantly drained from his face, replaced by a scowl that didn't reach his eyes. "Y/N? The hell you doin' here?"

You ignored his question, choosing instead to unleash your secret weapon—a sweet, closed-eye smile. It was a weapon you'd discovered held surprising power, especially over the other pests in your life—especially your little puppy, Bakugo.

And sure enough, a faint blush crept across Bakugo's cheeks, momentarily breaking his tough-guy facade, shutting him down. He quickly scoffed and turned away toward the window in a futile attempt to hide his flustered reaction.

Aizawa, who had been dozing in the front seat, finally stirred at the commotion. He slowly dragged himself to his feet, his hair a mess as ever. "Took you long enough, Iida," he mumbled in a monotone voice. Noticing the surprised looks on everyone's faces, he sighed dramatically.

"Alright, alright," he drawled, his voice laced with a hint of annoyance. "Seems the message wasn't clear. Akuma-san here will be joining you on your little field trip to U.S.J. Consider it a... motivator. A chance for Class 1-A to see that they're not the only ones vying for hero licenses." His yellow eyes flickered across the students' faces, a cryptic message lingering in their depths.

There was more to this than a simple observation session; that much was clear. But what exactly? Aizawa left the unspoken question hanging in the air, a tiny smirk playing on his lips.

With another tired sigh, he gestured towards the back of the bus. "Find a seat, Akuma-san. Just try not to cause too much trouble." His voice held a hint of contemptment, a silent acknowledgment of your unpredictable nature. There was a flicker of suspicion in his eyes, a single beat where his gaze narrowed slightly before smoothing back to normal.

It was subtle, but it didn't escape you.

You mentally noted to be cautious around the tired-looking teacher. He might just be the first to catch on to your act. Offering a polite bow, you replied with a sugary-sweet voice, "Of course, Aizawa-sensei. I'll be on my best behavior." Turning away, you began walking down the aisle, a playful smile still plastered on your face.

Internally, however, your smile faltered.

Aizawa's suspicion was a wrinkle in your otherwise perfect plan. You'd need to tread carefully, to maintain your facade of the friendly, eager student while subtly probing for information. This unexpected hurdle only made the challenge more exciting.

A silent thrill coursed through you. You thrived on challenges, and Aizawa's suspicion just added another layer of intrigue to the upcoming trip to U.S.J.

The bus rumbled to life, carrying you and Class 1-A towards their unknown destination. Surprisingly, the atmosphere was subdued. Gone were the throngs of curious classmates eager to bombard you with questions. Instead, a tense silence hung in the air. You suspected Bakugo had something to do with it.

The moment Aizawa dismissed you to find a seat, Bakugo had taken charge, kicking his classmate Jiro out of the seat next to him with a booming "Move it, Earphones!" before gesturing curtly for you to sit. You complied readily, taking note of the simmering tension emanating from the blonde.

The subdued chatter from the rest of the class proved to be a goldmine of information. You listened intently as they discussed their Quirks, their hopes, and their anxieties. It was like eavesdropping on a live episode of a hero reality show, and you were enthralled. Right now, the group was discussing each other's Quirks.

"...Bakugo's always angry, so he'll never be that popular."

Bakugo tensed visibly, his grip tightening on the armrest, a low growl rumbling from his chest. Before he could even take time to a moment to seethe and take up for himself, another voice cut through the tension. It was the boy you remembered rescuing at the physical entrance exam—Kaminari. "Y'know, we basically just met you and haven't known each other that long. So it's amazing that everyone already knows his personality is crap steeped in sewage."

Bakugo's entire body seemed to vibrate with rage. The smell of caramel, a telltale sign of his Quirk activating, grew stronger. Veins bulged on his neck, and his crimson eyes burned with fury. "What's with that vocabulary, bastard?! I'll kill you!"

Tuning out the ensuing argument, you found your gaze drifting across the bus. Your eyes met familiar ones—black sclerae framing bright yellow irises.

It was the pink girl from the U.A. entrance exam.

A smirk played on your lips as you recalled how easily you'd flustered her. A simple brush of your finger against her cheek had sent her brain into a delightful overload, causing her to screech and flee.

Catching your gaze, her already pink cheeks flushed an even darker, vibrant pink. She bounced nervously in her seat, clearly battling an internal struggle of wanting to talk to you. You accentuated the invitation with a playful smile, tilting your head slightly.

That was all it took.

In a flash of pink lightning, she was hurtling towards you. She squeezed between you and Bakugo, effectively shoving the blonde further into the window and creating a comfortable space for her. Bakugo let out an enraged bark, "Mina!" but she completely ignored him.

Mina practically vibrated with excitement as she stared up at you. "Hi!" she chirped, her grin so bright it could rival the sun. "I'm Ashido Mina, but you can call me Mina!"

Bubbling over with enthusiasm, she launched into a tirade about Bakugo. "He's so mean!" she declared, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Always keeping you all to himself, acting all mysterious. What gives, right?"

For the next ten minutes, Mina became a human hurricane of questions and chatter. Every topic seemed to revolve around you, a whirlwind of curiosity about your life, your connection to Bakugo, and everything in between.

Just as she leaned, her voice filled with curiosity, "So, what's your Quirk?" a hush fell over the bus. Even those who had seemingly been engrossed in their own conversations suddenly perked up, their ears straining to catch your response.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted Midoriya, quickly fumbling to pull out his phone. You knew exactly what he was doing—taking notes on your Quirk, weaknesses, anything you might reveal.

After all, throughout your middle school years, you'd kept your Quirk a closely guarded secret. The only one privy to its true nature was Bakugo. But Midoriya, with his analytical mind, probably believed it must be powerful enough to earn Bakugo's begrudging respect.

Bakugo, barked at Mina. "Mind your damn business, Pinky!" His voice crackling with irritation that anyone would dare try to get closer to you.

"It's alright, Bakugo," you said in a sugary-sweet tone. "A little curiosity never hurt anyone, right?" A pointed look in his direction effectively silenced any further protests.

Turning back to Mina, a mischievous glint dancing in your eyes, you leaned in conspiratorially. Your voice dropped to a whisper, sending shivers down the girl's spine. "Well,I can't exactly tell you everything. After all, our classes are a bit... competitive, wouldn't you say?" you purred, leaving the implication hanging heavy in the air. "But what I will say is that it's very mind-blowing."

Just as you finished your cryptic sentence, the bus lurched to a halt. Aizawa's tired voice echoed through the bus. "Alright, everyone out. Time for your little observation session at U.S.J." The bus doors hissed open, revealing a sprawling complex bathed in the warm afternoon sun.

The spell was broken. The students, momentarily captivated by your words, scrambled out of their seats, their curiosity momentarily forgotten in the face of the unknown that awaited them.

"Hello, everyone! I've been waiting for you!" A voice suddenly boomed as you all were exiting the bus.

Looking over, you spot a towering figure clad in a spacesuit-inspired hero costume, bouncing over with an enthusiasm that rivaled a sugar high.

A familiar voice piped up from beside you. "It's the Space Hero, Thirteen! The chivalrous pro who's rescued a ton of people from disasters across the world!" Izuku practically vibrated with excitement.

"Woo-hoo! Thirteen is so awesome! She's one of my favorite heroes!" Uraraka, a girl with a brown bob and pink round circles on her cheeks chime in, pumping her fist in the air.

Thirteen, used to the fanatic excitement, gestured grandly towards the building behind them. "I can't wait to show you what's inside!"

The students erupted in a chorus of awes and excited chatter. You, however, remained detached, observing the scene with a practiced cool. This "training facility" felt more like a glorified amusement park.

Inside, the building was a kaleidoscope of zones—a shipwreck, a landslide, a fire simulation—all meticulously crafted to resemble real-world disaster scenarios. A collective gasp rippled through the group as they took it all in.

"Holy smokes! It looks like some kind of amusement park!" Kirishima, a redheaded boy with a rather impressive physique for you guys age, pointed at the complex with wide eyes; his muscles straining against his hero uniform.

"A shipwreck," Thirteen boomed, "a landslide, a fire, a windstorm... and so on! I created this training facility to prepare you to deal with different types of disasters. I call it the Unforseen Simulation Joint, or USJ for short!"

A few students muttered comparisons to Universal Studios Japan under their breath. You smirked, unsurprised by the uninspired name.

As Thirteen continued her introductory speech, Aizawa sauntered in, his usual stoic expression etched on his face. He stopped beside Thirteen, a brief conversation passing between them that only served to deepen the furrow on his brow.

As the two adults talked, a smart part of you wanted to eavesdrops and see what it was, but ultimately decided against it; it's not like you'll actually learn something from it.

"That man is the height of irresponsibility," Aizawa sighed, shaking his head before glancing back at the students. "The clock's ticking. We should get started." He moved aside, clearing the way for Thirteen's grand demonstration.

Thirteen raised a hand, her voice booming once more. "Excellent! Before we begin, let me just say one thing... well, maybe two things. Possibly three, four, or..." she trailed off, earning a collective sweatdrop from the student body.

As Thirteen expounded on the power and potential dangers of their quirks, emphasizing the importance of responsible quirk usage and the true essence of heroism, you found yourself stifling a yawn as your mind wandered.

Yes, quirks could be used for destruction as well as heroism, it's practically common sense, yet here you all were.

Honestly, with so many rules put in place, you couldn't help but feel like being a villain seemed like a much less tedious career choice.

Just as Thirteen finished her speech with a dramatic bow, a sudden plunge into darkness sent shivers down everyone's spine.

A dark purple mist-like portal materialized in the center of the plaza, the swirling vortex pulsating with an unnatural light. Then, figures began to emerge, their forms obscured by the shadows cast by the portal.

A collective gasp rippled through the group of students. Confusion morphed into fear as the students buzzed with questions. Kirishima leaned forward, peering curiously at the portal. "Woah, what is that thing? Some surprise training exercise? High-tech villain simulation?" he asked. "Wait, has the training started already?"

Villains?

The word echoed in your head, a foreign concept whispered in hushed tones but never truly experienced.

Ever since you woke up in this quirk-infested world, heroes were all you'd ever known. Sure, you'd seen countless reports of villains being apprehended and brought to justice, dramatic displays of power broadcasted on every news channel. But to see them here, in person, was an entirely different experience.

Your mind raced, sifting through the possibilities. A villain attack during a training exercise? Either a brilliant diversion or an incredibly reckless gamble.

Aizawa's eyes widened as the portal began to spew forth figures clad in villainous attire. "Stay back and together! Don't move!" he barked, his voice tight with urgency as he yanked on his goggles, his gaze hardening as it landed on the approaching villains. "Thirteen! Protect the students!"

Aizawa's pronouncement hung heavy in the air, shattering the atmosphere like a dropped glass.

Your focus shifted to the pro-hero. His reaction confirmed your suspicions—this was no simulation. These were real villains, a fact driven home by Aizawa's harsh glare directed at the figures emerging from the portal.

These were the outcasts, the rule breakers—the very antithesis of the heroes you'd grown accustomed to observing.

A thrill, a subtle current of excitement, snaked its way through you. This wasn't part of the plan. This was chaos, a disruption to the established order—a wrinkle thrown into the carefully constructed tapestry of your "observation session."

The portal began shrinking as all the villains—except two—spread out to the different zones. One was a large, hulking, muscular figure with skin like polished onyx, etched with a roadmap of jagged scars and an exposed brain. The other, a lanky figure with grayish-blue hair, covered in dry patches and old scars marring his pale skin; fourteen embalmed hands were strategically placed to cling to his body.

The mist-portal soon coalesced into a head with two glowing gold eyes. "Thirteen... and Eraser Head, huh? The teacher's schedule we received the other day...said that All Might was also supposed to be here." The mist spoke, a hint of amusement in his raspy voice.

A nervous tremor ran through the crowd. Your gaze, usually veiled with practiced indifference, sharpened as it flickered between the approaching villains and the faces of the students of 1-A, now etched with a mixture of fear and confusion. You subtly observed the students, gauging their reactions.

You couldn't help but smirk internally. This unexpected turn of events was far more interesting than any pre-planned exercise.

A genuine villain attack would provide a much clearer picture of Class 1-A's strengths, weaknesses, and most importantly, how they worked together under pressure.

This was exactly the kind of chaos you thrived in.

***le gasp, villians!?

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CHAPTER 1.THE BEGINNING

❝Your laughter vines through my hair, roots growing into my heart.❞

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AGE: 7

Happily playing in the sandbox, laughter and shouts of your classmates filled the air as you basked under the sun's warmth.

Its rays shone down, the sunlight making the flower bulbs glow like tiny stars within your hair (sadly, the only time you truly appreciated them).

Recess was always the highlight of your day, a chance to break free from the confines of the classroom.

"Okay, class! Recess is over, time to let the next class have fun!" Miss Teiko's voice cuts through the buzz, calling everyone back inside. 

But as always, it ended too soon.

Reluctantly, you trudged back towards the school building, your gaze drifting across the yard as if to forever remember the fun you just had.

And that's when you see them: Midoriya and Bakugo, heading out for their own period of recess.

Ever since your visit to their class a couple of weeks ago, you've began noticing the two more often when passing in the halls or transitioning to recess – like now for example.

You perk up when the greenette catches your eye, quick to throw a wave and bright smile which he (albeit shyly) returns with his own.

Once back in the classroom, you settle into your seat with a hum of content; the familiar structure of desks and colorful drawings on the wall surrounding you in comfort.

That's when it happened – you felt it first, a tiny tickle, deep inside your nose. Your face scrunch up, eyes squeezing shut in attempts of stifling it, but the sensation grew stronger.

With an almost explosive force, you release a thunderous sneeze.

"ACHOO!!"

The unexpected sound echo throughout the classroom, startling everyone. You blink, eyes opening to view of frozen and surprised faces.

Embarrassed, you feel bad about causing such a loud disruption and bashfully apologize. "S-sorry..."

"No need to apologize." Miss Teiko is the first to break the silence, a reassured grin on her face. "However, that's not why the class is silent."

"W-what?" Growing more confused, realizing their gazes were focused above your head made you immediately think the worst.

Shakily, you reach up, feeling delicate petals where there should have been hair and hard small bulbs. 'Wait...'

You look up at Miss Teiko in disbelief. Her widening grin and giddy nod only eggs you on, making you scramble from your tiny chair in a rush.

The whispers and clambering of your trailing classmates were ignored as you scurried to the Affirmation Station; a mirror decorated with positive messages, whimsical clouds, and fluttering butterflies.

Once in front of the mirror, the image of your reflection made you see what made the others speechless:

In your hair, various cherry blossoms adorned it, creating a stunning floral crown. The petals, a blend of soft whites and delicate pinks, contrasted beautifully against your hair.

Each petal to its flower was perfectly shaped, nestled within your curls as if they had just freshly fallen from a cherry tree.

The room burst into a cacophony of awe and excitement as your classmates crowded around you, their earlier shock turning into fascination.

"Wow!" One of them exclaimed, their eyes wide.

"Did you see that?!"

"She just sneezed and bam! Flowers!"

You stood there, a bit dazed. The center of attention due to a simple human moment, the best part of your quirk happened....because of a sneeze??

 "You even smell nice!"

"Oh!" Another added, leaning in to catch the sweet fragrance. "It's like... cherries!"

As they drew nearer, they began to realize the sweet scent wasn't just lingering around in the air — it was emanating from you, every part of you.

Denji, the self-proclaimed fearless clown of your class, boldly picks up your hands and takes a deep whiff.

Startled, you snatch it back with a disturbed look of disgust. But the hard look of determination and assuredness on the scruffy blonde's face was more than enough to make you falter as he pointed an accusing finger with a sharp toothy grin.

"Yup! It's coming from her alright!" His brownish yellow eyes gleamed in excitement, making the bags underneath more prominent as he continued to stare at you in wonder. "Even the sweat in her palms smell like a cherry tree!"

Miss Teiko, intrigued, steps closer and takes a gentle sniff herself. "Remarkable," she murmurs, "Your quirk has adapted quite uniquely."

You couldn't help but smile, a mix of pride and amusement heating your face. 

Others began to lean in close and breathe in deeply, their faces lighting up with delight and fascination.

"How lucky!"

"I wish I smelled like that!"

"Man! Bet she never has to take a bath again..."

Amidst the flurry of excitement, a girl timidly approaches your side. "Can I touch one?" she asked, pointing to a blossom.

"Sure," you reply with a soft smile.

As she gently brushed a petal, her eyes lit up. "So pretty," she whispered, releasing a dreamy like sigh.

Her genuine admiration was so infectious a surge of generosity welled up inside. The joy and wonder your quirk had brought to the class were palpable,  you wanted to share it even more. 

 "Would...would you like one?" you offered, voice tinged with uncertainty. She pauses for a moment before her eyes grow wide at your words.

"Y-yes please! If you don't mind!"

As the girl's hopeful eyes met yours, you carefully wrap your fingers around the base of one of the cherry blossoms and gently pluck it off. 

A sudden, sharp sting shot through you, startling in its intensity..

Not fully knowing what to expect, 

Your brow slightly furrow at the pain, the feeling was similar to yanking a strand of hair directly from the scalp.

The moment the flower left its place in your curls, you felt a twinge of loss. It was as if a small part of you had been given away, a piece of your soul shared in physical form.

You concealed the discomfort with a smile, masking the pain with the grace of the blossoms themselves.

Though a part of you hated the feeling, seeing they way she held the flower so delicately between her fingers made it bearable.

Her joy was evident, made your other classmates want one. And so, one by one, they came forward, each asking for a flower of their own.

And with each flower you gave away, you felt a mix of happiness and a twinge of discomfort. But seeing the giddy and hopeful faces of your classmates was all worth it.

With every wince you covered with a smile; and soon the air was filled with the sweet scent of cherry blossoms and the sounds of delighted chatter.

Finally, it was Miss Teiko's turn. Despite her initial decline, you hand her a flower, preening at the sight of her face lighting up with a laugh. "Class! Let's all thank Akashiya for the gift before we go back to our seats!"

"THANK YOU ____!" Not expecting them to use your first name (since you thought they really didn't like you as much) your face grows hot, smile pulled to it widest capacity as the screams and whoops and cheers of thanks are thrown your way. Some even go as far as giving bows and jumps of celebration.

Your lips tremble from joy before you give them a bow as well. "Y...you're welcome! Happy to please!"

Feeling a hand pat your back, you look up and meet Miss Teiko adorning a warm smile. "Thank you," she said softly, her eyes reflecting the same happiness you'd seen in your classmates.

"Now back to our seats!" Turning back to the class, she begins to round them up causing giggles and squeals to erupt. "Shoo! Shoo!!"

Taking one last glance at the mirror, you pause upon seeing and realizing only one flower remained.

A pang of sadness hit you. Your knew how much your mom had been looking forward to seeing the full bloom of your bulbs.

You also knew how her bright smile turning into a soft, understanding one when she learn you shared your flowers with others. Especially being a soft-hearted person herself.

Making your way to your seat, you decide to save the last one for your mom. She always shared in your excitement of anything about your quirk, so you knew she would cherish this small gift.

You twirl the flower in your hair gently as you firmly nod in acceptance. 'Yeah. Mom will get this o-'

Playful shouts and laughter from outside breaks your thoughts, turning your attention towards the window. And that's when you a spot a green head of hair all by himself on the playground.

Midoriya.

He was huddled in a corner, scribbling in his notebook, occasionally sending longing glances towards where the rest of his classmates were – most notably where Bakugo, the ever-proud and loud leader, was.

Seeing the person who defended and showed you kindness, so alone, made your heart sad. Without a second thought, you knew what you had to do. 

"Miss Teiko," You raise your hand with a stern face of resolve, "May I use the restroom, please?"

"Of course, please be quick," she nods with a soft smile.

Once granted permission, you leave the room and stealthily make your way to Izuku's classroom. It was empty, the door open just wide enough to sneak inside. 

You knew exactly where his cubby was. Your heart raced as you approached it, the distant sounds of his classmates playing outside, their joyous noise a stark contrast to the greenette's isolation.

"For being a good friend...Izuku." You whisper to yourself, plucking the last flower from your head with a wince before gently placing it inside his cubby.

Heading back to your own classroom, you imaging his surprise when seeing the gift causing a smile tugging at the corners of your lips with a giggle.

You couldn't wait to tell your parents about the what happened today!

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The day has not been well to Midoriya Izuku.

And now, in the quiet of the almost-empty classroom, he felt the weight of it all. The taunts and jeers from Bakugo and his new followers had been particularly harsh, leaving Izuku feeling deflated and alone.

As his classmates poured out the room with laughter and chatter; Izuku slowly gathered his books and bag with a heavy mind.

Reaching his cubby, the freckled boy freezes when his gaze fall upon something in his cubby.

There, sitting next to his giant crayon pack, lay a single, delicate cherry blossom flower. Its soft pink petals stood out vividly against the drab backdrop of his school supplies.

Izuku's heart skipped a beat.

He looked around, half-expecting to find someone watching or even there to claim a misplaced item, but the classroom was deserted.

With a mix of curiosity and caution, Izuku gently picks up the flower. It felt almost surreal in his hands, a fragile piece of beauty in stark contrast to the harshness of his day. 'Could this really be for me?'

Wanting answers (and still doubting himself), he approaches Miss Shoko as she finishes tidying up at her desk. "Excuse me...do you know who left this?"

Studying the flower for a moment, the woman draws a blank. Mirroring his own confusion, she gives him a simple shrug.

"I'm not sure, Midoriya" Miss Shoko replies with a kind smile. "Perhaps it's from a secret admirer? It's quite a beautiful flower."

'A secret admirer?' Her words send a wave of warmth through Izuku, tinting his cheeks a soft shade of pink.

Clutching the flower a little tighter, he gives her a stuttered thanks and steps out of the classroom.

As he walked through the school grounds, his usual furrowed brow was replaced by a small, contented smile. The unexpected and beautiful appearance of this flower had erased all the bad he felt today.

Dare say was all worth i-

"MY BABY!" The sudden, distressed wail of a woman cuts through the boy's monologue. Turning his head, Izuku spots a family of three – a woman on her knees, holding a young girl by the shoulders as a man calmly stood there with a stoic face.

The woman was almost theatrically shaking the girl, her voice loud and filled with concern. "WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR BEAUTIFUL PRUNUS AVIUM?! WAS IT BULLIES? DID THEY PICK THEM OFF?"

He looks as she softly replied to her mother. Though her words are lost to his ears, her demeanor seemed calm, almost reassuring.

Her mother, however, was just as dramatic as before; enveloping the girl in an exaggerated, teary hug as the father patted the sobbing woman's back with a resigned expression.

As if she felt him watching, the girl glanced over her mother's shoulder, her eyes meeting Izuku's. Her gaze moves to his hands before a bright fanged grin grows on her face, giving him a frantic wave.

Izuku felt a jolt of happiness at the sight, and happily waved back, just as his own mother appeared calling out to him. "Izuku, time to go home!"

The freckled mother patiently waits at the gate as he runs to her with a smile. First thing he does is show her the flower that's still secure in his grasp.

"Ooh! So pretty." The green haired woman leans closer and takes a sniff of the plant. "And it smells wonderful too! Who'd ya get it from?" 

He groans at the question. "I don't know. I found it in my cubby. It wasn't there before recess, I know that for sure because I always get my superhero notebook from my backpack during recess! A-and Miss Shoko says it could be a s-" Izuku freezes, face growing aflame at even uttering the phrase.

But his mother connects the dots.

"You mean a," Warm and coy smile pulling at her lips, she begins to playfully tug at his cheeks. "Se-cret ad-mir-eeeeeer~"

"Mooooom!" The greenette whines at her teasing until she finally releases him with a giggle. 

"No longer talking about that please. Especially if its not true. Probably was supposed to be in someone's else's cubby...like Kacchan" he huffs, rubbing his face as if it would lessen the redness already there.

The older woman could only give him a tsk and light tap on the head. "I'm sure whoever placed it there knew exactly where they were putting it."

"Yeah, if you say so..." Izuku halfheartedly shrugs, glancing at the ground in self-pity.

"I say so and mean it! Now did anything else happen after this little moment?"

Handing her the flower, he leans down and reties his shoes once noticing lacing coming undone. "Umm. Oh yeah! Right before you called me over a girl waved at me!"

"Oh! Maybe she's your secret admirer! Do you know her?"

"Mom," Izuku rolls his eyes, finishing the knot before doing his other shoe (always comes undone a few minutes later, might as well do it now). "Just because someone waves at me doesn't mean they're my admirer!"

"Okay okay, fair enough."

"Anyways, she had this fanged smile-"

"Oh! Oh! She's that girl who stayed in your class for the day right? Aka-a...ak-"

"Akashiya ____. And no, that wasn't her."

"....um, yes it was?"

Izuku pops up and stares at his mom in all seriousness. "How? She doesn't have the flower bulbs ____ had today. I seen her with my own eyes right before re-"

"Recess? And didn't you say that flower wasn't there before recess either? Hmm...makes ya think."

He freeze, all the dots connecting slowly in his mind. His mother could only watch with a shake of her head.

'Fruit cherry tree bulbs...typically bloom in early April...same time our school year began...bulb before recess = no flower before recess...no bulb after recess = flower after recess...that means-'

Izuku releases a body shaking gasp and turns back toward where he last seen you with a cry of shock. Alas, you were long gone with your family.

He whips his head to his mom. Constantly shifting between looking at the flower in her hands and where you last were.

Covering his mouth, a crimson wave washed over his body as the cackles of his mom echos in the back of his mind.

That was...you! YOU GAVE HIM THE FLOWER????

[sigillite]

help me pick what to write next pls :3

sending love to anyone that votes <333

➸ ghost! (harry potter various x reader)

[Name] is a ghost. Well, sort of. She can interact with the world around her, she can’t be seen by wizards nor witches, and she ages as time passes. For a while, she floated through life isolated and confused. But what happens when [Name] meets someone who can actually see her, a wizard by the name of Harry Potter.

➸ real boy (saiki k x reader)

Saiki Kusuo is an enigma in [Name]’s eyes. He’s so unbothered by the world around him, it’s almost as if he isn’t human. [Name], a cunning young girl who can practically get anything she wants out of a person, begins to find herself obsessed with the boy, wanting to see him laugh, cry, show any kind of emotion. As her obsession grows and grows, Saiki finds it harder to keep his secrets hidden, and [Name] has no plans of stopping until she gets what she wants.

➸ compulsive gamber (bnha various x reader)

plot not set up yet -- kakegurui-inspired bnha fic. mc lives a double life as a gambler and ua student. still under construction.

➸ fashionista (stardew valley various x reader)

After losing almost all of her money following a career-damaging lawsuit, [Name] [Lastname], known as Emory Diva in the fashion world, joins her sister in a small town called Stardew Valley.

[your-favorite-god]

but what if

A bnha various fic where the reader is 19, graduated early from an online highschool, now working as a lounge singer all across Japan all while having an elemental based quirk that's typical "hero quirk" and one of the pro heros try to hire her as a teaching assistant and shawty bae says a solid,

✨no ty✨

And the story is following the plot of bnha all in the perspective of this poor songstress trying to get the bag.

OR!

Information dealer/ gun for hire reader who is a contractor for the us government, very morally grey, being called in to assist the BAU in lets say season 2 onwards. Having an epic love story with a Spencer Reid, touches of angst with Maeve, yandere cat adams for Spence and reader who talks to cat like theyre besties before she yoinks Spencer's mom. (reader visits Spencer's mom twice a month every month, she met her when she was visiting her grandmother and Spencer's mom talks about reader before she joins the BAU)

[of-forgotten-wishes-and-stars]

Chapter 1

Link to Chapter 2 here.

“So Deku, the quirkless wonder…thinks that he can play hero, huh?” Explosions pop between Bakugou’s hands, smoke clouding your vision before disappearing. 

As you blink, you see Midoriya’s small trembling frame staying in place, a defensive crouch with his hands balled into fists. You admire his bravery and kindness, frowning slightly as you watch tears form at the corner of his eyes. You carefully touch him, letting purple sparks travel from your hand to his arm, giving him a boost of confidence and self-assurance.

As Bakugou and his friends tower over you three - the boy, Midoriya, and you - you face him, letting the waves of multi-colored emotion dance over your skin. 

You smile calmly. “Now, Bakugou-chan…” You say, drawing red, crackling energy from the boy. It hangs in the air, almost a living, breathing thing. Carefully, you let it wrap around your wrists. “This is extremely impolite.” The colors disappear from your skin and you observe as his eyes become slightly softer, a calm vermilion. 

Unfortunately, this lasts only for a split second - his eyes spark again, filling with anger. “You-you extra!” He shouts, unnerved. “What did you do to me?”

“I merely took all your anger away,” you explain, “but I see that it was for naught.”

The red-winged friend - Tsubasa, you think he is - mocks you. “That’s such a useless quirk.” To give his comment more emphasis, he uses his wings to fly slightly higher.

To your credit, your expression is as placid as it was before. You offer no response, letting gray energy flicker in between your fingers before transforming into a live-wire cage surrounding the trio. The other guy reaches out with his fingers, touching the bars of their cage.

“Careful,” you hum, watching as fear fills his eyes. “It’s made with fear. Touch it, and, well…I’m sure you can figure out the last part on your own, Bakugou-chan. You aren’t daft.”

He is livid, and you can sense Midoriya’s worry radiating from behind you. You turn to face him and the boy, checking for wounds - there’s nothing major, maybe a bruise, a couple of cuts. Fishing out bandages from your pocket, you offer it to him, hoping to ease his emotions which you know are jumping all over the place. “Ignore them,” you kindly suggest, nodding towards Bakugou, who is creating flashy explosions and shouting at you. 

“Th-thank you,” he mumbles, glancing at each one of your faces before giving a quick bow and leaving.

You watch him go, turning the corner and disappearing from view. “Midoriya-chan, are you alright? That was very brave of you.” You commend. He flushes,  face turning red. As he stutters, you take his hand, unaware of the effect you have on him. “Let’s go to the swings!” You exclaim.

Watching you become smaller and smaller as you walked away, the small blond seethed, staring holes at your back. “Die…” He mutters under his breath for so long that when he finally snaps out of his trance, he finds that the cage had vanished a while ago and his friends are staring at him with concern.

“Er…Bakugou-san?”

“DIE!”

-

A/N

So...this was the first part! I hope you enjoyed , this is on Quotev as well, called a Gift & a Quirk, and I kind of have writer's block right now...but I'll try!

Please do not plagiarize or take credit for my work.

[pearl-blue-musings]

lonely dancers

I heard this song one time and it made me cry and therefore I have to write something about it

Various x reader

Word count: ~1.5K

Inspired by

The lights all around you do little to stifle the emotions raging within your heart and mind. You can’t even hear your own breathing or heartbeat as the music pumps loudly in your ears. All you can see is the back of your now ex-lover as he maneuvers his way through the crowd with the reason he ended your relationship. He thought it was a good idea to ghost you for weeks only to show up on your cheering up night with why he ghosted you. You think your skin is numb, but it’s hard to tell with all the sweaty people around you dancing to the music. They push and shove against you, small and pitiful apologies tumbling from your mouth. The movement surrounding you makes you want to shrink in on yourself and disappear. Your stomach flips, your knees feel weak and your head swirls. A hiccup escapes your throat as you cry freely, makeup be damned.

All the while, you’re unaware of a pair of eyes watching your every move and happened to see the scene in front of him unfold. He’s not sure what makes him get up, but now he’s moving through the crowd to lightly tap your shoulder. You turn around on instinct without wiping your eyes and meet his invested gaze. He speaks first,

“Hey.”

Rivals to lovers trope

Upon seeing him, you whisper a hushed “fuck,” before aggressively wiping at your eyes. He was the last person you wanted to see and here he is, in all of his smug glory to rub it in your face how much better he is than you. You can barely meet his gaze as you attempt to sniffle quietly. His hand leaves your shoulder to gently tug your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. Was he, also upset? Why are his eyes tinted slightly red?

His voice breaks your thoughts. “Forget that guy. He’s a piece of shit who clearly doesn’t know your worth. And he’s certainly not worth your tears.” His thumb goes to wipe a stray tear off your cheek and you swallow a lump in your throat. You try to shake your head but his grip on your chin is strong. “You’re better than him.”

You chuckle cynically. “And what about you? Did you get your heart broken too?”

“This isn’t about me-”

“You totally did.”

The tips of his ears burn crimson at being called out. Sure, he’s lonely tonight but you don’t have to know why he was upset. Was it the way your eyes seemed to shine when your lover finally looked your way? How he wished you would look at him that way instead of with disdain and hatred? He clicks his tongue with a roll of his eyes before he surprises you with a slow yet soft kiss. You had briefly shut your eyes as they made contact and they flutter open upon the kiss ending. His pupils are dilated and he looks to be saying something endearing before he whispers out, “that’s me 36, you 35.”

You bite your lip with a grin before grabbing his shirt for another kiss. He’s using this to bring up your long time rivalry? He wants to one up you now? “Not if I keep kissing you. And now we’re even.”

“For now.”

Alhaitham, Tsukishima, Wanderer, Luka, Geto, Megumi, Atsumu, Gepard, Dr. Ratio, Byakuya Togami, Yamamoto, Shirabu, Daisho, Gojo, Childe, Jing Yuan, Bakugou, Oboro, Terushima, Wriothesly, Hawks, Oikawa

Friends to Lovers

Who was he to just stand there and watch you get your heartbroken? You had texted him earlier saying you were going out on your own to try and have a fun night. He had wanted to keep a safe distance for now, but when he saw the two of you talking and how excited you seemed at first, his heart sank. But then when your tears began to fall freely and your stare blank he had to come up to you. He gently pressed his hand to your shoulder and couldn’t help but feel tears prick the corner of his eyes. He hated seeing you like this and how broken you seemed. It wasn’t fair. His hands move on their own as he cups your face and brushes your tears away. He places a chaste kiss to your forehead and before you can try to refuse, he brings your hands to clasp behind his neck as he puts his hands on your hips.

“Dance with me, we both shouldn’t be crying tonight.”

It takes a moment for you to register what’s going on but fall easily into the sway of the music. You lay your head in his chest and the beating of his heart is somehow able to calm your own. His hands feel good on you and being pressed against him feels so right. Has he always been right here? But you start to remember conversations with him and you quickly lift your head. “But, what about that person you’ve been telling me about? The one you’re,” the words suddenly feeling heavy on your tongue, “in love with?”

He merely smiles and cups your face once more, a slight pout coming to your lips at the lack of contact. His forehead rests against yours as he kisses you confidently.

“It’s you silly, it’s always been you.”

Kaveh, Diluc, Kaeya, Kirishima, Shinsou, Yuuji, Takemichi, Mitsuya, Welt Yang, Bokuto, Tighnari, Kuroo, Midoriya, Chifuyu, Kakucho, Yamaguchi, Mirio, Thoma, Sugawara, Kazuha, Lyney

Shy friends to lovers.

You were surprised to see him when you turned around. Overwhelmed with your own feelings you wrap in a hug and pull him tight. You cry into his shoulder as he holds you close. The sound of your cries almost brings him to tears but he’s able to be strong right now for you. After a few more seconds of needed crying, you pull away and look into his eyes. Even with your makeup smudged and eyes red from tears, he still finds you breathtaking. You choke back a sob as you ask, “how did you know where to find me?”

His hands are still on your waist when he responds. “Your friend messaged me that they saw your ex here and that you were also going here. They wanted me to check on you, and well here I am.”

You smile sadly at him as your hands now fall from behind his neck to his shoulders. “Wait, I thought you had a date? What happened?”

He can barely look at you as he blushes slightly. “I left. You needed me, and so I’m here.”

Maybe it’s the blinding lights and the thumping bass, but the way he’s looking at you makes you want to lean in and…

When you pull away both you realize just how close and intimate the two of you must appear. You quickly pull away before missing his touch and reaching out for his hand. Even with the music playing all around you, the two of you dance to your own music, being lonely dancers in the middle of a crowded club.

Albedo, Tamaki Amajiki, Nanami, Dan Heng, Hakkai, Kazutora, Denki, Aizawa, Takuma Ino, Yuta, Kageyama, Kita, Akaashi, Iwaizumi. Kamisato Ayato, Kenma, Inui, Hajime Hinata, Gundham Tanaka

Enemies to Lovers

Of all the people to run into it had to be him. You must look like an absolute mess and in front of the one guy you want to haul into the sun. You try to turn on your heel and get out of there, until a firm hand grabs your upper arm. “Let me go! What could you possibly want? To rub in my face how terrible I look? That I got my heart broken? And you got to see? You’ve now,” you inhale sharply, “seen me at my worst. Are you happy now?”

He lets you finish and calm your breathing. His grip on you has loosened but he hasn’t let you go. His gaze is firm as your tears eventually dry and you’re now shaking your head at him. You mumble under your breath as he lets you go and now you’re truly face to face. “Are you done?”

You roll your eyes before wiping them with the back of your hand, nodding toward him.”Good,” he says curtly before pulling you into his chest where his hands rest on your hips. Your hands then interlock behind his neck as his forehead now rests against yours. The two of you have only ever gotten this close to argue but never this intimately. You’re thrown from your thoughts when you feel a tear fall on your cheek. You know it’s not you so you briefly look up to catch his teary gaze. You’re about to ask when he opens his mouth first. “For some reason, seeing you all sad and shit really bothers me. And I really want to punch that mother fucker for making you cry, or kill him. I’m the only one allowed to make you cry, got it?” You hiccup and nod as he kisses the top of your head.

“We’re not gonna be lonely anymore,” he whispers against your forehead, kissing it again as you start to dance and get lost in the music together.

Blade, Atsumu, Mikey, Baji, Nagito, Rantaro, Dabi, Suna, Matsukawa, Kokichi, Sir Nighteye, Aki Hayakawa, Aventurine, Sampo, Monoma, Mondo Oowada

[simp-thingz]

Enemies to Lovers

Yeah y'all wanted to kill each other but now you also wanna kill for each other

(Bakugou Katsuki. Enji Todoroki. Tomura Shigaraki. Toru Oikawa. Kei Tsukishima. Lucifer. Thirteen. Belphegor. Laxus Dreyar. Ultear Milkovich. Levi Ackerman. Eren Yeager. Inuyasha. Megumi Fushiguro. Aoi Todo. Yuta Okkotsu)

Friends to Lovers

Said ‘I love you’ as a joke…..But I don’t think it’s a joke anymore

(Shoyo Hinata. Koshi Sugawara. Yu Nishinoya. Hitoka Yachi. Leviathan. Diavolo. Mammon. Armen Arlert. Connie Springer. Sasha Blouse. Cana Alberona. Lisanna Strauss. Max Alors. Warren Rocko. Mina Ashido. Denki Kaminari. Eijiro Kirishima. Sango. Yuji Itadori. Kento Nanami. Maki Zen’in)

Forbidden Romance

It shouldn’t feel as good as it does…

(Keishin Ukai. Hajime Iwaizumi. Satori Tendo. Saeko Tanaka. Simeon. Satan. Erwin Smith. Annie Leonhart. Historia Reiss. Ymir. Mavis Vermillion. Totomaru. Zeref Dragneel. Rufus Lore. Erik. Lucy Heartfilia. Kurogiri. Camie Utsushimi. Kai Chisaki. Kikyo. Ryomen Sukuna. Suguru Geto.)   

Second Chance Romance

One more chance couldn’t hurt………….right?

(Kenma Kozume. Tobio Kageyama. Ryunosuke Tanaka. Kenjiro Shirabu. Barbatos. Solomon. Jean Kirstein. Reiner Braun. Mikasa Ackerman. Hange Zoe. Gildarts Clive. Loke. Lyon Vastia. Hibiki Lates. Jenny Realight. Shota Aizawa. Izuku Midoriya. Touya Todoroki. Hojo. Sesshomaru. Toji Fushiguro. Nobara Kugisaki. Kiyotaka Ijichi.)

Fake Dating

Playing house didn’t used to be this serious….

(Yuji Terushima. Tetsuro Kuroo. Keiji Akaashi. Asmodeus. Petra. Jellal Fernandes. Eve Tearm. Karen Lilica. Sting Eucliffe. Kagura Mikazuchi. Rustyrose. Neito Monoma. Yuga Aoyama. Shoto Todoroki. Keigo Takami. Miroku. Takuma Ino)

Rivals to Lovers

They might become a distraction but…….. why not live a little?

(Daichi Sawamura. Yaku Morisuke. Wakatoshi Ushijima. Kiyoko Shimizu. Natsu Dragneel. Gray Fullbuster. Fried Justine. Jet. Tenya Iida. Hitoshi Shinso. Momo Yaoyorozu. Koga. Satoru Gojo. Masamichi Yaga. Mai Zen’in. Mei Mei)

[yu-huuuu]

𝑬𝑪𝑳𝑰𝑷𝑺𝑬 — 𝑉𝐴𝑅𝐼𝑂𝑈𝑆!𝑁𝐴𝑅𝑈𝑇𝑂 𝒳 𝐹𝐸𝑀!BNHA!𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

“You still had fresh the words that your “Sensei” said when he sat you in front of a stone where the names of his dead friends were engraved. He looked almost melancholy and so sad, surely he suffered in the past like your other two companions. Y/N knew that she couldn't change the sad pasts of her teammates, but she could make them have a good time to replace the bad ones that will surely come up on this strange journey and maybe make them have a better future.”

Quotev:

𝓋𝑒𝓇. Eng - https://www.quotev.com/story/15287067/ECLIPSE-VARIOUSNARUTO-ENG/1

𝓋𝑒𝓇. Spa - https://www.quotev.com/story/15024370/ECLIPSE-VARIOUSNARUTO-SPA

Wattpad:

𝓋𝑒𝓇. Eng - https://www.wattpad.com/story/325268920-ECLIPSE-VARIOUSNARUTO-ENG/1

𝓋𝑒𝓇. Spa - https://www.wattpad.com/story/315804088-ECLIPSE-VARIOUSNARUTO-

[onmyyan]

A/N: Not edited fully self indulgent, short lmao enjoy

Allow me to tell you the story of a very special woman named (Y/n), but to truly tell her story we must begin with a very bad man.

The land of Frell was a tight knit community. Since the dawn of magic, those who were touched by it, be it elves, or giants, or warlocks, all lived peacefully amongst their mortals neighbors. For centuries it was a lush kingdom. Bountiful harvests blessed by the local witches, giants would help with the local construction, all in all it was a prosperous, accepting land. That is until King Toshinori mysteriously disappeared leaving his seat on the throne up for grabs, and of course the man he’d spent years keeping in check was the one to take it.

Enji Todoroki was the antithesis to everything King Toshinori stood for, while one was warm in his kindness and virtue, the other was a war hardened general turned king, despite being blessed with the strongest fire magic one could have, the man himself was a cold, unforgiving brute, his ruling style shifted the kingdom of Frell drastically, only those he deemed strong could freely practice their magic, anyone who he couldn’t control was banished into the deepest parts of the forest, hidden away from his ever watchful gaze. Overnight the peace that had long since blanketed the kingdom was ripped away. His snobbish ideals and behavior influenced the people of Frell, not all, but most changed with the times in a means to stay afloat, the gap between the commonwealth and the nobles had never felt wider, the people who hadn’t succumbed to his will learned to protest silently, lest they too be sent to the forests. Before he’d taken power and changed the fates of all those around him, a very special woman was brought into the world in a cozy cottage.

(Y/n) was born into a loving family. A beautiful woman bounced the cooing baby against her chest, while she herself wasn’t gifted in the magical arts, she’d always had a love for them, so she filled baby (Y/n)’s ears with the best tales she could, the child’s big eyes were filled with wonder as she listened to her mothers soothing voice. Yu, the house fairy who’d been with the (L/n)’s since she herself was a girl, had stumbled into the room, her eyes squinted in adoration at the loving sight. Wanting to be helpful she thrust her hands towards a baby blanket on the nearby dresser. “Come on you stupid thing- come to mama, that’s right up!” She encouraged the now floating object towards her, eagerly waiting for it to fall in her open palms, only for it to fly into her face. 

“I gotta work on that! Don’t worry I’ll get it next time!” The sweet, but clumsy, woman added cooing over the fussy baby. Her mother, Mera, could only laugh .

The picturesque moment was quickly shattered by the familiar sound of a fairy entering the home. The mischievous voice of Miruko carried throughout the space, “Hellooooo ladies~ coming in hot!”, giving the new mother and her house fairy mere moments before she arrived. 

“Oh gods- she gives the worst gifts.” Mera spoke, fear chipping at her voice, her newborn pressed protectively against her chest. Yu paced the room anxiously, knowing how backwards Miruko’s magic was. “Not if she can’t find her!” The fairy gently took the bundle from her mother, quickly placing her in the closet behind them, and just in time as the rabbit like woman finally made her entrance.

With a flourish of shimmering lights and a sprinkling of glitter, there she stood in all her glory. The eccentric fae wasted no time, bounding over to the new mother with a shark like grin. 

“Miruko here, Fairy Par excellence.” She spoke with a half hearted curtsy. “So Mera, where is the little brat? I’ve come to bless sweet thing as is customary.” Her hand gave a little flourish at the end of her sentence, Mera smiled in gratitude,

”She’s out on a walk.”

“She’s with her grandmother.” Mera and Yu said respectively, they shared a look before Mera corrected, “She’s out with her grandmother, on a walk, but even a visit from a busy guardian like yourself is a gift.” 

The white haired fae gave a knowing look to the pair.

”It’s always so funny watching humans lie, you guys are so bad at it!” She laughed brushing past the two to give the room a once over. All too quickly she noticed the cracked open closet door and was soon holding the baby up. “Ahh so cute, what gift shall we give little (Y/n) today hmm?”  As soon as she touched her, (Y/n) began to cry as hard as her little body could, the tall woman holding her awkwardly bounced the baby, clearly uncomfortable with the upset child. “Hush now. I can’t concentrate with all that fussing now can I?” She spoke at the now bawling baby, frustration growing by the second. “Not a very well behaved little stinker is she?” The large grin she sported only seemed to upset (Y/n) more. 

“(Y/n) of Frell, I give you the gift of Obedience.” She snapped her fingers with a glimmer of light and sighed. “Now go to sleep!” The young (Y/n) instantly fell under, only waking when the fairy command, “Ah, now wake up!” 

The rich skinned woman turned to the pair, proud of her work. “See? Isn’t this the perfect gift for such a sweet thing?” Yu held her face in horror at the sight, angry she couldn’t do more to stop it. “No! That’s terrible. It’s horrid to have to do what you’re told!” Miruko gave her fellow fairy a hard look, red eyes squinting in disbelief. “Take it back.” Yu demanded, holding her ground despite the very real power difference between the two. 

“I have a no return policy. And if you’re feeling ungrateful, I could always just turn her into a rabbit.” Her fingers hovered over the babe in warning, “A rabbit!” Mera exclaimed, on the verge of feinting. “It’s a lovely gift! Wonderful for a baby girl right Mera?” Yu quickly corrected herself, in turn Miruko smiled again, holding the babe out to her mother. “You should be thanking me. I just gave you the perfect child.” 

In spite of the spell (Y/n) grew up of strong mind, her gift made her obedient, but her heart made her kind. 

That kindness would get her in more trouble than her gift it would seem, as she would soon meet the future hero of Frell himself, a vengeful barbarian, a loyal knight, the youngest Royal Prince, A Dragon shifter, a few warlocks and a witch, each dangerous in their own right and horribly smitten with our dear (y/n)

[joker-ali]

ironheart // prologue

on her merry little way to school, (first/name) encounters a dangerous villain, blocking her usual quick route. deciding to find another way seems like the best option, until she notices a child struck with fear. damn, why is her moral compass so willed?

next chapter // masterlist // warning : fight scene, minor cursing 

bnha! characters x afab! reader // 1.32k

Hurriedly walking through the streets of Japan, desiring to get to her school across city, (F/N) had no time to mess around. If she got to school after the bell rang, who knows what would happen?

Even if she’s late, it wasn’t really her fault, considering all the unpredictable things that could happen, was it? Couldn’t be, but who could tell what her the dean of students would say.

Her school was strict, unnecessarily strict when it came to being late. It wasn’t like students could control time or what happens in the morning, so why in hell are students reprimanded for it?

Basically jogging to get to her school, she overheard other citizens mindlessly talking about a villain incident up ahead, hopefully she would be able to avoid that area. Hopefully.

Well, she couldn’t avoid the area. The closer and closer she got to the nauseating gasoline-scented area the closer she saw the debris filled area. It had looked like a war zone, which it really was.

A super-sized villain stood on the street, wildly waving his arms and roaring, maximizing the damage he could actually perform. The wreckage and rubble from the battle cracked the stiff concrete around the area, barely managing to not From the amount of damage done to the surrounding features, even an uneducated fool could tell this guy was dangerous to everyone.

Rushing citizens out of the way, rescue heroes and pro heroes dashed onto the scene, some helping citizens and some directly attacking the villain. They tried their best, but was it really enough?

Hidden in the chaos of the whole situation, a kid lay awestruck in his spot at the sight in front of him. I mean who wouldn’t be, this was a behind the scenes of his favorite hero(es). But this was not worth the consequence that awaited him.

His once excited expression turned into horror as small debris started falling towards him. Stricken by fear, the kid was unable to move as multiple hit the space around him, the aftermath hitting his shoes. 

The rescue heroes weren’t able to spot him, but (L/N), who did, hurtling into the battle, grabbing onto the energy gloves hidden away in her pockets as she ran.

Should she really be doing this? What encouraged her to save this random child, this stranger she would probably have never seen again, most likely because he would be dead. Why was her moral compass that strong-willed to help her stare death straight in the face to save a child she didn’t even know?

“Come on kid, you gotta move!” First trying to push the kid out of the way didn’t prove to be successful. The kid wouldn’t budge at all, but there was another way (hopefully). She instead slipped on the slim black glove, raising one hand into the sky pointed at the falling rubble, and the other wrapped tightly around the kid. Dragging the kid down with her to get low, (L/N) exclaimed “hold on”, out of breath and waiting until the rubble fell to make her move.

In order for the gloves to work, there would have to be enough energy left order to be able to blast the large scraps away. But this would be the first official test using the gloves, that wasn’t just on random objects. A large force would have to hit in order for her to quickly store energy and then use it the second after, or was there another way? What if she could wait for the rubble to hit and then react? But how much force would that actually provide?

There wasn’t enough time to think, before she let the rubble scrape her middle finger, and reacted.

. . . .

BAM! Blasting away the rubble into smaller pieces, the large debris became smaller pebbles and fell around the pair.

Slowly raising herself out of the discarded rubble with the kid still hanging onto her lower body, she dusted off the scraps of concrete and metal on both of them, before checking in with the kid.

“You alright, kid?” The kid she had rescued cling onto her clothing, most likely leaving dirty grim marks on her school sweater. Untucking his head from her waist, he gave her a big and bright smile, and a thumbs-up! The kid was all good.

A rescue hero popped out of nowhere, speeding over to the scene where (L/N) and the child were both attempting to move to the side, escorting them to the boundary. Was it really necessary? No, but was the job even necessary? Telling the pair to stay there until the fight was over for attention, whether medical reason or not, the two stayed within the perimeter.

The child was now attached to the side of (L/N)’s leg, avidly watching the scene ahead of him. Fascinated with the way Kamui Woods and Mount Lady took control of the situation, stars shone in the vivid bluish-green eyes belonging to the child. (F/N) couldn’t help but feel warm inside at the sight of a child watching something that they enjoyed. But for that to be a fight between heroes and villains took away some of that desirable satisfaction. Slipping off, the now overly powered-up gloves and tucking them away in her pocket, she waited until the battle ended to see what would happen.

Once successfully taking care of the accident, Kamui Woods, Mount Lady, Backdraft, even Death Arms came over to check in. Not exclusively on the kid, but had also praised (L/N) on her quick, but ultimately reckless thinking.

“That’s just the kind of person UA needs, I could put in a good word for you y’know!” Mount Lady playfully nudged the semi-confused (L/N), while Death Arms and Kamui Woods still lectured the girl.

“Thank you?”

A random sidekick of a hero in the area approached her, exclaiming “You’d make a great hero some day with that quirk!” Imagine.

Death Arms coaxed the kid out of clinging onto (L/N)’s legs with a warm smile and kind words, contradictory to his previous actions, bringing him into his arms so they could go off and find his family.

Shaking his head, Kamui gave up on scolding, instead grabbing a card out of his pocket and handing it over to the stunned girl. “When you become a hero, come to my agency, we’ll set you up well.”

Accepting the card and snapping out of her dazed state, (L/N) started walking into the direction of her school at the fear of being late, before colliding into something, no, someone.

Wasn’t really her fault though, the blinding lights from the overwhelming amount of photos taken completely blocked her eyesight. Yeah, that’s a great reason. 

Accidentally knocking into some guy with green hair, that somehow resembled that of broccoli, muttering a quick apology wasn’t enough until a question was asked.

“Hey, ar-aren’t you the person who saved the kid on the other side? How’d you do that?” Glancing down at her cellphone, tucked safely in her pocket, she didn’t know what exactly she could do. With the pure excitement radiating off of this stranger, to the impending doom of being late to class, it was a conflicting clash.

“Adrenaline I guess? I don’t know, I have to get to school?” Hurrying off, the stranger’s words were caught in their throat, unable to ask anymore questions and just watched as (L/N) wandered off.

Taking one last glance, and a deep breath, she only had.. 5 minutes! That wasn’t enough time at all!

She did have an excuse after all, but was that really enough? Her school was strict as everyone knows, so what would they really say?

She decided not to figure out, and instead running towards the school in a hurry.

A sprinting (L/N) ran towards her school, not knowing that her entire life was about to change, because of a chance encounter with a random, irresponsible kid and dangerous falling debris.

if u are seeing this, have a great day <3

[winxanity-ii]

⌜Know No Evil | Chapter 01 Chapter 01 | distorted reality⌟

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BOOM!

The world swam back into focus, a sickening wave of nausea rolling through you.  Your throat rasped, a metallic tang heavy in your mouth. Blinking away blurry spots, the world swayed violently around you. There was a dull throb behind your eyes, and a chilling, empty space where your memories should have been with each sluggish heartbeat.

Fear, raw and primal, gnawed at your insides. Where were you? Everything felt...wrong.

BOOM!

Another thunderclap, followed by a blinding flash of lightning, illuminated the room for a split second. Each crackle of electricity sent a jolt of pain through you, a strange disconnect between the storm outside and the ache in your body.

Disoriented, you tried to sit up, only to find your limbs heavy and unresponsive. Groaning, you forced your eyes back open, expecting the sterile white of a hospital room. But instead, you were met with a riot of bubblegum pink and frilly decorations.

Trying to focus, you pushed yourself off the plush bed, tiny legs unsteady and weak on the plush carpet. Drawn by an instinct you didn't understand, you stumbled towards a small, ornate vanity tucked away in a corner.

BOOM!

Another flash illuminated the room, and for a fleeting moment, you caught sight of yourself in the mirror. A face stared back, long, coily red-tinged auburn hair, framed a face unfamiliar and innocent. Light brown skin stretched taut across unfamiliar cheekbones.

However, it was your eyes that truly terrified you.

Golden irises stared back, hypnotic in the flickering light. But it was the crimson rings within them, swirling like miniature storms, that sent a cold dread spiraling down your spine. These eyes, alien and unsettling, were the only familiar thing in this sea of confusion. Where are you? Why did everything feel so wrong?

BOOM!

Tears welled up, blurring the vibrant clash of pink and lightning in the reflection. But even the tears felt alien—a betrayal of a body you didn't recognize. You were adrift in a sea of your own flesh, a puppet with severed strings. No memories, no identity, just a throbbing head, a strange pain in your body, and fear—a cold, suffocating fear that had no name.

Collapsing onto the plush carpet, you reached for the cool vanity for some semblance of comfort. But instead of finding solace, your hand brushed against a soft, frilly nightgown, another alien entity on your unfamiliar skin.

You were lost, a terrified child in a body that felt wrong, with eyes that held a secret you desperately wanted to remember. A frantic voice cut through the cacophony of fear in your head. "Sweetheart, are you alright?"

An instinct you didn't understand made you shrink back.

The voice belonged to a woman who rushed to your side, her brow furrowed in worry. Her face, etched with lines of concern, was unfamiliar, yet there was a warmth in her eyes that practically swallowed you whole—you were a star in her desolate sky.

You wanted to ask who she was, who you were, but the moment you tried to form a question, a searing pain lanced through your head. It was easier, for now, to just let the confusion wash over you.

"Come to Mommy~" she reached out, her voice gentle but laced with urgency.

The woman—your apparent mother—sighed, her worry deepening. "Oh, sweetie, you must have been scared with that awful storm. Were you having another bad dream?"

Another dream? The term triggered a flicker of unease.  Dreams?  What dreams?

You clenched your fists, the throbbing in your head intensifying with every attempt to pull a memory from the void.

Nothing.

Frustration welled within you, a surge of anger replacing the fear. "I... I don't remember," you admitted, the words falling flat in the face of your growing anxiety.

Your mother, whoever she was, wrapped her arms around you, a gesture that felt foreign yet strangely comforting.  You didn't know how to react, your body stiff and unyielding in her embrace.

"It's alright, Y/N~" she soothed, her voice tinged with sadness. "Now come on, let's get you cleaned up and ready for breakfast."

The word "Y/N" hung in the air, a name that felt foreign on your tongue—a borrowed coat ill-fitting your shoulders.

As your short and chubby mother, led you away from the unsettling reflection in the mirror, you stole a glance at her. Her burnt orange hair, once vibrant and full of life, was now streaked with silver, a testament to the years that had passed. The curls, once perpetually escaping from any attempt at control, were now pulled back in a loose, lopsided bun, seemed to vibrate with nervous energy.

Her honey-tan skin was dusted with a constellation of dark freckles across the bridge of her nose—boring the etchings of time in the form of wrinkles crinkling around her warm, honey-colored eyes.  Even now, a flicker of worry, a worry that seemed to have become a permanent resident, danced within their depths.

Her name, you vaguely recalled from the panicked jumble in your head, was Mei.

The house itself mirrored Mei—functional, lacking any personal touches.  It spoke of a life lived by routine, devoid of the chaos you once thrived in.  The lack of toys or childish decorations was another jarring note.  Here, in this world of beige walls and muted tones, quirks weren't a topic of conversation, a stark difference from the hero-worshipped society you once manipulated.  Here, it seemed, you were utterly ordinary.

Breakfast was a quiet affair.  Your 'father'—Wino, a stoic man with a perpetual peppered five o'clock shadow—presented a stark contrast.

Tall and lanky, he grunted a greeting before disappearing behind a newspaper. His electric green eyes, usually crinkled at the corners from a lifetime of suppressed smiles, were hidden behind thick wire-rimmed glasses. His hair, once a vibrant auburn, had surrendered to the relentless march of time, turning a stark white that seemed to hold the secrets of countless unspoken words; both he and your mother appeared older than their mid-forties.

As Mei fussed over you, you picked at your food—the unfamiliar taste of fluffy pancakes, a bland echo of the delicacies you once indulged in.

Mei, oblivious to the storm brewing within you, hummed along to a children's show playing on the TV. It depicted brightly colored superheroes battling a giant, fire-breathing lizard. You watched the scene detachedly; it was both whimsical and confusing.

"Welcome back, young heroes-in-training! Today, we're going to learn all about quirks—those amazing abilities that make our world so unique!"

A flurry of images flashed across the screen: a boy with stretchy limbs, a girl who could manipulate fire, a man who could zoom through the air.  Your brow furrowed in concentration.  This was unlike anything you'd ever known.

"Quirks can be anything from super strength to creating illusions!" the cheerful announcer continued, "It's what makes our society so exciting!"

The show droned on, explaining quirk training, hero schools, and the intricate classifications of these bizarre abilities.  You listened intently, a spark of curiosity igniting within you.

What the hell are these "quirks" they kept droning on about?

Suddenly, a booming voice jolted you from your thoughts.

"Mei, change the channel. Not much point in letting her watch that mess. She won't be developing any quirks soon," Wino sighed behind his newspaper, lowering it down with a grimace. "No use in getting her hopes up."

Your mother bit her lip, a flicker of sadness crossing her features. "But she's only five," she began, her voice tinged with defiance, "we don't know if she's actually quirkless, there's always a chance..." Her words trailed off as Wino stood up and left the room without a glance, leaving behind a lingering scent of pipe tobacco in his wake.

You watched him go, your eyes narrowing a bit. Quirkless? The word itself felt foreign, a label you didn't understand but instinctively disliked.

As if on cue, the monotonous ringing of the house phone cut through the tense silence.  Mei gave you a strained smile before hurrying to answer it.  Left alone, you wandered back to the television, the cartoon announcer's overly enthusiastic voice now droning on about the "Quirkless Woes."

"And remember kids," the announcer chirped in a condescending tone, "if you're unfortunate enough to be born without a Quirk, just remember, there are plenty of perfectly ordinary jobs you can take up! Like... janitorial services! Or... grocery bagging!" His patronizing tone made you huff in annoyance; a strange feeling, a mix of anger and confusion, began to nestle in your chest.

Being Quirkless sounded... boring.

Limited.

Unfair.

Suddenly, the cheerful theme song was drowned out by a breaking news alert flashing across the screen. A stern-faced woman with a microphone reported on a villain attack downtown. Live footage showed a hulking man with glowing red eyes causing havoc, his bare fists shattering concrete pillars with ease.

"This is villain Catastrophe causing a rampage in the Musutafu financial district," the newscaster explained. "Heroes are on the scene, but the situation seems critical. We'll continue to bring you updates..."

Your gaze flicked between the cartoon heroes and the real-life devastation; a strange mix of curiosity and... envy? flickered within you.

These people, these heroes, could manipulate reality—defy the laws of physics with the flick of a wrist.

You, on the other hand, were utterly and seemingly ordinary.

The frustration bubbled up again, a familiar feeling you couldn't quite place. Was it the powerlessness? The lack of control? Or perhaps a deeper longing for something more, something you couldn't even articulate?

As the news droned on, Mei switched the TV off, a bright etching itself onto her face. "Come on, sweetie, let's finish your breakfast~" she said gently, "Today's an exciting day, we're learning the alphabet!"

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Later that night, as the rain tapped a gentle rhythm against your window, you lay tucked under the covers, Mei having just left after her nightly goodnight kiss.  Staring out at the slick streets, you tried, in vain, to push past the blank canvas of your memories.

A dull ache throbbed behind your eyes, intensifying with each frustrated attempt.  Your body trembled, a cold sweat slicking your skin. Suddenly, a sharp pain lanced through your head, and a gasp escaped your lips.

Involuntarily, your eyes flared open, an unsettling yellow glow emanating from them for a fleeting moment.  A metallic tang filled your mouth, and you reached up to your nose, feeling a warm trickle of blood.

Through the ringing in your ears, a voice, faint and distorted, seemed to whisper a name. "...Ma...ki...ma..." it repeated, the syllables blurring together before fading entirely. Each whisper senting a jolt through you, a flicker of a vision erupting behind your closed eyelids.

"...Ma...ki...ma..." The first whisper brought a flash of a pale, porcelain face, a chilling smile stretched impossibly wide across blood-red lips. Then, darkness.

"...Ma...ki...ma..." The voice pleaded, a touch more insistent this time; and with it, it ignited a vision of slender, crimson-stained fingers wrapped around a length of barbed wire, a look of perverse pleasure contorting the unfamiliar face. Darkness again.

"...Ma...ki...ma..." The vision that followed this plea was a kaleidoscope of horrors—a city in flames, screams swallowed by the roar of an unseen beast, and that same face, eyes blazing with a cold, predatory hunger.

A wave of nausea washed over you, and you squeezed your eyes shut tighter, willing the visions away.

The whispers began to quicken, a desperate urgency seeping into their tone. "Ma...ki...ma...Ma...ki...ma!" Each utterance felt like a physical blow, a sledgehammer pounding against the fortress of your mind. With each beat, the visions intensified, a torrent of violence and depravity flooding your senses.

A cackle, laced with madness, echoed in the darkness. You saw twisted shadows writhe on the ground, heard the sickening crunch of bones, felt the heat of searing flames licking at your skin.

And then, her face, crystal clear this time, filled your vision.

The pale girl, the crimson smile—Makima.

Her eyes, once a mesmerizing crimson, were now a bottomless void, devoid of any humanity.

"Makima!" The final whisper arrived in a shout of despair, resonating with horrifying clarity, shattering the last vestiges of your resistance.

Your pupils dilated, a single word echoing in the vast emptiness—Makima.

It was a name, a fragment of who you were, but it offered no explanation for your current existence.

Slowly, the tremor subsided, the yellow glow in your eyes receding, leaving behind a chilling emptiness.  Fear melted into a strange sense of clarity.

You were Makima, but you were also Y/N.

Calming your ragged breaths, you tested the name on your tongue in a low, raspy whisper. "Makima..."

It held power—a chilling familiarity—but it felt distant, alien.

Y/N, the name your mother called you, felt more comfortable, more like your own.

Yes, you decided; you were Y/N.

You didn't know who Makima was, but you would find out. And in the meantime, you would carve your own path in this world, as Y/N.

A determined glint flickered in your eyes, a spark of defiance against the unknown future.

***EECKKK!! I'm so hyped for this, lol. Just get ready for all the fan-service cuz y'all know i love being delusional, lololo

Anyways, here's a sneek peak, I have like 10+ completed and should start updating regularly in about a week (i plan on having 20+ completed so I won't keeping you guys waiting too long in between updates) See y'all next update ❤️

[k-nayee]

CHAPTER 2. LET'S BE HEROS!

❝Don't wait for any hero to save you, become one.❞

Vespertilio M.List

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"Zukiiiiiii!"

The fourteen-year-old boy lets out a faint choking noise as you glomp him with a smile, face slowly turning red the longer your cherry scent fills his nose. "__-____!"

Pulling back from the hug, you give him a tiny kiss on the nose. "Hello my cutie Zuki. How was your classes today?"

Izuku could only wheeze in reply.

"Great!" You simply loop your arm through his and continue with the conversation, "I was thinking we could go to the movies tom—"

"Hey Deku!" You both tense at the sudden call. Slowly looking back, fear (him) and irritation (you) fill your bodies.

'Dammit. Not him again...'

Bakugo Katsuki stands before you, the embodiment of arrogance and menace.

You grumble under your breath at the stuck-up little boy.

So full of himself and harmful to those deemed below him, it always amazes you that no one had beat his ass yet for such an attitude.

You surely would have if it weren't for Izuku's constant pleads not to.

"K-kacchan..."

"Didn't I tell you to stop calling me that shit?!"

"Y-yes. Sorry," the greenette recoils with a visible flinch causing Bakugo's Groupie to snicker.

"I saw your little shitty dream job report. Care to explain why you said hero when you don't even have a damned quirk!" Bakugo steps up with a sneer pulling at his lips.

Before he and the bullies could get any closer, you get in the way. "Hey! Back the hell up before somebody get their nuts kicked in again!"

A wince passes over all of their faces.

Bakugo takes a hesitant step back despite the emotion of anger on his face. "Hah?! You still wanna play hero? You really think that little fruit bat quirk can beat me?"

"And you think just because you have a Sparky Sparky Boom Man quirk, Imma bow down? Izuku!" thepoor boy jumps at the sudden call of his name with a skittish y-yes?

"Take this off so I can remind him I'm not one of his little friends."

Turning to the greenette, the rosary connected to the choker around your neck hauntingly glistens in the sunlight as you lean towards him.

The groupie's faces pale once realizing what you wanted, internally wincing at the phantom pains from the first time they 'fucked around and found out' with you.

To this day, they never willingly seek out to bully Izuku on their own. Instead, they wait until Bakugo is around to do so since he (unfortunately) wasn't there to meet Moka.

Only a few know what happens when that specific piece of jewelry is removed.

Despite the tellings, many only find it as a decorative piece and play off the past stories as a hoax or tall tale - queue the Angry Pomeranian™ (he gon learn one day...just wait).

Luckily for the Three Followers, they knew well enough to take your word seriously.

Izuku catches on and immediately throws his arms up in an x as he sputters out a reply. "B-but I can't!"

"Wha-why the hell not?!" It was your turn to sputter, a pout of anger mixed with disappointment painting your features from him not removing it.

"Your mother...she ordered me not to listen to you whenever you suddenly threaten to beat someone up!"

"...."

"...."

'Damn...change of plans.'

Looking back over at the smug group of bullies, you hold a fist up and wave it at them like an old man.

"You lucky my mama saved y'all from this ass whooping! Now Imma say this once and one time only: this better be the last time you Tokyo Revengers rejects try to jump Zuki!"

"And why should we listen to you? He's nothing but a quirkless nobody!"

"I don't give a flip if he's BooBoo the Fool! What you're not gonna do is bully him when he's done nothing to you. Now keep on and Imma get my momma to call your mom to tell her what you're doing!"

Bakugo nearly flinches at this, quickly fixing his show of weakness. "Yeah yeah! This shit getting boring anyways. C'mon guys, let's go somewhere else..."

He walks away with a mutter of fucking snitch bitch under his breath as his groupie quickly follows behind with sneers of their own.

"____."

You look over to see Izuku avoiding your eyes with a shy, timid grin. "T-thank you."

Before you can say anything, his expression darkens, replaced by a saddened frown. "But...why..."

"Huh?"

"I said why?" He finally faces you, this time with tears filling his eyes, "why do you still hang out with me knowing I'm a quirkless nobody? Because of me, you're bullied too! I-if you hadn't become my friend you w—"

"Enough!" Your stern voice interjects his rambling. With gentle movements, you grab his hand and began walking towards home.

Moments of silence pass until it's broken by a light laugh- your laugh. He looks over to see you already staring at him with a soft gaze.

"You always ask me why, and my answer will always remain the same: because I love you. I care for you Izuku. It hurts seeing you in pain, especially for something you can't control..."

Ba-dump...

Izuku's eyes widen at your words.

Despite hearing you say the words I love you over the years, this is the first time he's ever heard it so differently, so pure with genuine emotion.

The sound of your voice gets fainter as he actually takes in the sight of you.

The way your lips pull into a soft smile that never seems to go away, even as you speak.

Ba-dump...

The way the wind blows through your hair, bringing the pink cherry blossoms within its strands into a graceful dance.

Ba-dump...

And your eyes.

Your eyes sparkle oh so brightly in the sunlight.

Ba-dump...

A breathless sigh leaves the freckled boy's lips in awe.

Sometimes he can't believe you chose to stand by his side even when there were so many others much worthy.

Seeing your cute fanged smile, Izuku realizes you finished talking and quickly breaks out of the trance with a small smile of his own.

After a few more passing minutes, you finally reach the front yard of your house.

"Well...I guess this is your sto-ack!"

You pull him into a tight hug, head nestled into the crook of his neck. Your intimate action causes his pulse rate to skyrocket.

Speaking of pulse...

It has been a while since you last had some...

With the overwhelming smell of his blood getting the best of you, you step out of the hug with a sheepish smile. "I'm sorry Zuki...but I can't help myself!"

"Huh? What do-ah!" Izuku's confusion is immediately replaced by a flustered exclamation when you lean towards his neck and bite him.

The sharp sting is quickly replaced by the feeling of you sucking on his neck, making him even more flustered.

Face glowing red, he flails his arms with a squawky scream.

"W-WAIT ____!"

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You walk down the street with bags of groceries in each hand, tired eyes nearly closing from a lack of energy.

Turns out you didn't get enough blood from Izuku and your mother needed a few (a lot) things for tonight's dinner.

'She lucky she's making [favorite food], otherwise I wouldn't have agreed to this.'

That's a lie. You were going regardless if she sent you.

"No stop! You're gonna get yourself killed!"

You lazily glance over at the commotion and see a crowd of civilians and Pro Heroes as they scream and yell around a...glob of snot?

Looking a little closer, you noticed a boy running towards the booger monster while the adults around do nothing.

"Doing all that yelling, but I don't see any action." You release a snort, "Crazy how much the desire of being a hero is making even little kids risk their lives. Couldn't be me."

With a shake of the head, you continue walking, not too worried since All Might will surely appear in a few minutes. 'As always since no one else seems capable'

Mind set on going home, your heart nearly stops at the next words you hear.

"Poor kid. Aldera Junior High, by the looks of it."

'Wait...what? Someone from my school?'

You snap your head over to confirm what the stranger said to be true.

And sure enough, the pure black color of your school uniform is spotted.

But what causes your curiosity to turn into pure unadulterated fear is the sight of a signature head of green hair and mustard yellow backpack you've just seen nearly an hour ago.

'No...it can't be...is that—'

"IZUKU!!" Your panicked scream pierces the air.

Grocery bags long forgotten, you race over to him only to be restrained by a well-meaning bystander. "Hey slow down little lady. You can't go there, it's too dangerous."

"N-no let me go! LET ME GO!" Tried with all your might to break out of his hold, you're unable to.

You claw at the rosary around your neck and fruitlessly yank on it as tears fall. "I have to save him! Please! Please let go!"

Even with all of your pleads and cries, he doesn't comply, forcing you to watch your bestfriend claw at the slime.

"Quick! Save the boy before this thing kills him!"

Your eyes close as people now decide to help, refusing to look when the gooey blob raises its hand to hit Izuku.

You flinch at the sound of a loud impact. 'Zuki...'

"Pros are always risking their lives. That's the true test of a hero! DETRIOT SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!!" All Might was there...

A strong wind forces you to cover your face until it finally dies down.

'Zuki!' Is the first thing to enter your mind. You quickly look around and try to locate him.

Anxiety fills you when you can't find him causing your eyes to tear up once again as you fear the worst.

'Calm down ____...he most likely went home that's all. Get the groceries, drop them off at home, and go to his house.'

After a few deep calming breaths, you set off to the plan, ignoring the intrusive thoughts containing a certain mangled and bloodied greenette.

Your body feels numb, moving at a slug pace as you walk with glazed-over eyes.

It wasn't until you were halfway home did a flash of green enter your vision. "...Zuki?"

Almost as if he heard you, he turns and meets your lost gaze.

Izuku straightens, his freckled cheeks flushing as a bright smile settles on his face.

The bags are dropped for the second time today.

"Oh! Hey, ___-"

His words are cut off when you run over and yank him into your body, holding him close despite his flustered cries of shock.

Pulling away, you hold and study every feature on his trembling scarlet red face in fear of him disappearing again.

Getting your fill of it, anger replaces sorrow and fear. A whack is thrown to the back of his head.

"You idiot! What the HELL were you thinking!"

"Listen ____. I-"

"Like I get the hero dream and all," you began to pace while scolding him, "but to run in without a plan whatsoever?!"

Izuku stays quiet to let you rant for a few more minutes before finally interrupting.

"____!"

He grabs you by the arms, green eyes burning with determination as they stare into your own.

"I want to become a hero. So I'm going to UA next year!"

You could only blink at his words. "...Eh?"

"And I want you to come with me. Let's be heroes...together!"

"EH?!"

[sigillite]

𝚞𝚙𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜...

➸ ghost! (harry potter various x reader)

[Name] is a ghost. Well, sort of. She can interact with the world around her, she can’t be seen by wizards nor witches, and she ages as time passes. For a while, she floated through life isolated and confused. But what happens when [Name] meets someone who can actually see her, a wizard by the name of Harry Potter.

➸ real boy (saiki k x reader)

Saiki Kusuo is an enigma in [Name]’s eyes. He’s so unbothered by the world around him, it’s almost as if he isn’t human. [Name], a cunning young girl who can practically get anything she wants out of a person, begins to find herself obsessed with the boy, wanting to see him laugh, cry, show any kind of emotion. As her obsession grows and grows, Saiki finds it harder to keep his secrets hidden, and [Name] has no plans of stopping until she gets what she wants.

➸ compulsive gamber (bnha various x reader)

[under construction]

*grandmaster has been scrapped and replaced with compulsive gambler

➸ fashionista (stardew valley various x reader)

After losing almost all of her money following a career-damaging lawsuit, [Name] [Lastname], known as Emory Diva in the fashion world, joins her sister in a small town called Stardew Valley.

[slytherdor-artfics]

Veiled Truths

Summary: After swerving to avoid some shadowy-like figure, you crash into a tree. Now stuck in the middle of nowhere in the middle of a forest, you ask, ‘I’m going to die, aren’t I?’ before you fall unconscious, you see many tall figures running up to you- and all fades to black.

A Bnha fantasy story, including centaurs, faes, dragons and more! And you’re in the middle of it. As a normal human being

Aizawa x reader, Shinso x reader, Todoroki x reader, (maybe more if I feel up to it)

Chapter 1: I’m definitely Hallucinating.

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Chapter 2

Link to Chapter 1 here.

You are in the streets alone after walking Midoriya home. The sun has long set, and you are strolling quietly, letting sparks fall on the pavement with each step you take.

It feels good, you have to admit, to let your power - your emotions go, to unwind every now and then. As you pass a particularly dark-looking alley, you hear a sound similar to a trash can being knocked over. A sob reaches your ears, and although your smart four-year-old senses tell you to run, run while you can, your manners lead you to be inside the alley.

“Are you alright?” You ask into the dark alley. You can’t really see anything, but you don’t mind.

Heavy breathing. “You…you’re asking me, kid?" A voice rasps. "I'm fine..." After a pause, they continue. "Actually, I could use some help. Could you come a little closer?"

The stranger doesn’t sound malicious, and you don’t sense any bloodthirsty emotions so far. You oblige, stepping further into the alley. A strange sensation fills you - suddenly you feel so tired, very very tired…your eyelids become heavy, and you breathe slower.

“Foolish, trusting a stranger like that. However, a kind favor must be repaid…here’s a gift.” The voice says again, but it’s clearer, and it’s so close…you want to shove the person away, shove it away, but then the draining feeling leaves you, the stranger leaves you. 

You collapse like a ragdoll on the floor, falling into an endless sleep.

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A/N: This one's a short one...I think I'll update another piece later today as compensation. :)

I was honestly surprised to see that people saw this post! Ty, guys!