#weak or vulnerable so she blocks it off with an unapproachable emotion so no one pities her and they maybe get on with the plot

[kicktwine]

oh so alisaie’s exaggerated bully behavior is 80% fanon. saying this she casually picks up a large rock

[monomas-a-smug-bih]

Hi could I get another Bakugou scenario! (there not dating yet btw) reader is fighting with a villain who turns out to be her sister specifically the one that caused her parents deats to get into the leage? She’s broken and sorta loses it. Angst with a Fluff ending please owo -anon

Oooh interesting, I really dragged this one out though lmao my bad

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You tackled your “sister” to the ground, furious at all this nonsense she’d been sputtering. It was only to taunt you, you told yourself, it can’t be true... but her merciless and cocky expression told you otherwise.

“Oh aren’t you just precious, you always were they’re favourite anyways. The only thing that matters to me is the League!” Despite being pinned to the ground her face lunged closer to yours. “Those worthless adults can burn in Hell for all I care!” You gasped, the grip on his wrists tightening, you pushed your knees into her sides. And to your surprise, they’d started to crumble. Like the dirt you’d slammed her onto, her body started turning an earthy brown, rising up from her toes and soon up her neck. No. She can’t leave, not after saying something like that!

“STOP IT!”

“Bye bye, “little sister.”” Her eyes rolled back and went blank, the earthy tones finally flashing over the rest of her figure, completing the earth-clone. Her body went solid so she could flee somewhere else. You sat there in shock for a second. Your missing older sister, a villain? Specifically the one who- you growled and screamed, leaning back and swinging your upper half to punch the replica across the face infuriated by such betrayal. Only for it to hurt like hell, it felt like you’d just punched a block of cement.

But you didn’t care,

not anymore.

So overcome by frustration and rage and sadness and emotions you couldn’t even name... you hit it, over and over. The statue’s head had eventually cracked and even shattered to pieces like a pile of sand, starting to fade into some kind of dust, the same eventually happened to the fake body beneath you. It stung your blazing eyes, irritated your flared nostrils. Everything seemed to sting and itch and hurt. Your throat sore from screaming, yours ears ringing from the power passed down to you as it shook and tore the ground beneath shaky knees.

Your quirk that was oh so similar to her’s feeling like nothing but a curse, a connection to that filthy lying-

you rammed your fist down ruthlessly once again. Since your poor hands had nothing left to pummel, your tortured knuckles just desperately dug up and hit the sandy dust away. Up until you were hitting the hard, dirty, rock floor to the point it started to crack, ignoring the blood beginning to speckle the torn ground. Pants and angry cries started to jump from your lips, caused by this unbearable emotional turmoil you’d somehow been spiralled into. The earth seemed to shake, dust running around your hunched over and dangerous form low to the ground like rippling waves. You felt your tight lungs heave for air, only managing to make this nightmare you were drowning in pull you back to sick reality.

You rose your fist up once again. This time sitting up to hammer your anger into the bloody soil and break it to pieces with both weakened hands. But to your annoyance, you couldn’t. A thick and rough orange and green gloved hand seized you by the wrist. But you didn’t care, the rage and frustration in your throbbing veins bringing your free hand to clutch your held wrist, ripping it down onto the ground so harshly it send waves of dust across the floor, sending wind to rush through the surprised boy’s swaying ash blonde bangs, his sharpened wide eyes burning into you. Bakugou looked shocked, he retracted his hand. After the sudden pause in your fit, you felt all your feelings start to numb, your emotions starting to fade. You hit the dirt again, the adrenaline’s absence from your muscles making you hit it much weaker than before. You tried again and again, only to feel even more deflated, leaving you only with the underlying sadness you’d been raging over on the first place. You bit your lip to silence a whimper, looking down at your sore hands until squeezing them into trembling fists. Of course he’d have to see you like this, so weak so pathetic. Gritting your teeth you felt a new liquid rush down your face, it wasn’t blood or sweat this time, but a tear. You sucked in air sharply, falling forward a little but catching yourself. Another stream dropped down your cheek, then you felt the same wetness run down your other cheek, confirming your total state and feelings of absolute hopelessness and embarrassment at your very own behaviour.

Bakugou jogged over and rushed to your side, assuming you’d finally taken out that incredibly annoying villain. But what he found was definitely unexpected. He spotted a broken-hearted girl hit the dirt again and again, to the point where he had to stop her. Now, she’d turned into a mess, fallen forward hunching over on her scratched up and dusty elbows, whimpering and cursing her own existence. He felt an odd pang in his tightening chest. Was it pity? It was weird, he wasn’t really used to feeling this sympathetic around people. None the less he wanted to make you stop, your cries weren’t only frustrating but no way in hell did he want to see someone he almost considered a rival this...this weak!

“Hey.” Nothing. He growled. “Hey!” Her trembling form didn’t make any moves. The reason this was pissing him off so much was the obvious fact here, you were anything but weak. He’s sparred and fought by your side multiple times, he even admitted to himself that you’d definitely grown on him. Your competitive and resilient nature extremely easy to get used to. But here he was, watching you so unusually shaky and fragile looking. And Bakugou wasn’t used having to comfort anyone either, so he felt sorta awkward and strangely useless. But he decided he needed to do something, and pushed a persistent padded hand onto your back sternly, rose red eyes focused. “Stop that shit already!”

The shakiness he felt on your back paused, you leaned up a little bit. You arms straightening out enough to support yourself, but tangled h/c tendrils shielded and stuck to your roughed up face. The fact he still found you beautiful this damaged almost bothered him, he couldn’t help but iternally admire you for pushing yourself to change your attitude almost right away. You tried your best to breath, realizing how hard such a simple thing had gotten once you’d almost lost it. Despite your back being sore and bruised, his hand there felt nice, reassuring even, you felt you had (if even just a little bit of it) Bakugou’s support, potentionally someone to finally lean on. You gulped, your vision of the crumbling dirt beneath you finally clearing. You tried to speak, despite how sore and dry your throat felt. Your chapped lips pulled apart, you felt Bakugou’s strangely pretty eyes on you in wait for a response.

“I...I-I...” your shaky voice betrayed you, so you just sighed and looked at the stained soil, a couple more small tears dripping down and wetting it’s surface. You quit, could you really even attempt to put your scrambled thoughts to words?

Bakugou felt like something had grabbed hold onto his heart and squeezed. He sat there almost bewildered by your rarely vulnerable state, until he realized you weren’t planning on speaking and had given up again. He huffed, something told him to bring his hand off of your back, and he faced you. Roughly, but in his own thoughtful way, he parted your h/c locks, scooping it up and brushing it back, then pressing the stubborn hand to your forehead so you’d look at him. You did so reluctantly, curious sorrowful eyes bouncing up to his crimson ones. The way your glassy e/c orbs seemed to brighten up and sparkle at the action made his heart beat irrationally fast. Slowly, a small but thankful smile climbed onto your face, he swore that damned organ of his would jump right out of his chest, pink dusting his cheeks. It faded away again though your smile, her eyes bouncing to the ground before leaning forward. Bakugou felt his breath hitch.

You leaned in and rested your head square on his chest. The ash blonde boy blinked his ruby red eyes confused. Had you finally gone unconscious? He hoped you couldn’t hear how stupid his heart was beating...

“...y/n?” You sniffled in response. Since your fit of rage was calmed, the silence finally sunk in. You enjoyed the temporary peace, exhaling calmly. But aside from that, you hadn’t forgotten the events that had just occurred; your own sister being a villain, a murderer. You tried to swallow your disbelief, but tears still seemed to stick to your lash line. Bakugou rose a brow, what the hell were you doing? “Oi-“ he stopped himself, feeling your drained and damaged arms snake around his waist, you squeezed the black fabric of his hero costume. He gulped, not missing the shakiness of your movements. He watched his gauntlets flash a faint orange, did you really make his damn hands that clammy? He huffed annoyed, still confused and flustered by your actions at this point.

You gulped, unable to hold your remaining sobs in any longer, digging your head a little closer to his chest to hide your grieving form. You finally broke, letting all your remaining emotions flood into him. Bakugou just frozen little concerned, placing a hesitant hand on your shoulder blade once he’d heard you’d started crying again. You sniffled, finally feeling your head clear. You could finally breath again. Shyly and sorta needily, you slid a hand up his well-built back and shoulder blades. You put your hand on the back of his warm neck and pushed the dense boy’s spiky head down onto your shoulder. Now that he was low enough, you rested your chin on a comfy spot by his shoulder. You giggled sadly a little in your head. Has this unapproachable dummy never been hugged before?

The explosive boy leaned over involuntarily. He was about to question and protest, but then he felt your warm face rest in the space between his shoulder and neck. His brows bounced up in surprise, why the hell were you hugging him?! After a moment or two you still hadn’t let go, he let out an “annoyed” sigh and did his best to squeeze you back with his ridiculous gauntlets. You hummed peacefully, finally melting into his touch. Bakugou felt a weird feeling in his stomach, he’d never been this close to you before, especially not like this. Despite the dusty and deadly air, your hair still seemed to smell warm and welcoming to him, feeling your finally rhythmic breath pet his neck made his mind spiral a bit. You felt even better than you thought you would in his strong arms, safe, secure. He smelled of sweat and ash, but aside from the harsh scent and his rash attitude, the familiarity of it all was so soothing and comforting. Bakugou gulped, feeling her breath brush his ear,

“Thank you,” she muttered softly, her addictively friendly voice seeming an octave higher than usual.

The sound of feet clattering against the earth interrupted you two, you opened your tired eyes, spotting a blob of dark reds, than a yellowy and a pinky one beside him. You pulled away, a hand still lingering on the explosion user’s forearm. Kirishima’s cheerful voice reached your ears.

“Hey! You guys okay over here!?” They ran over waving, Kaminari looked absolutely exhausted, Mina shot you two a concerned look with her piercing yellow eyes. You wiped your damp cheeks and rubbed your own eyes, ignoring your several injuries and heaving yourself to your feet without thinking twice. Which had been a very terrible choice you might add.

“Y-yeah we’re fine.” You said only half truthfully, feeling your legs and arms burn and throb now that your high on adrenaline was over. You felt a hand jump up to the small of your back, startling you a bit.

“Oi! Don’t get up so damn fast you idiot!” You looked over to the wild haired boy beside you, sending him a grateful smile, earning an odd look in return. Mina glanced at Bakugou and then sent you a curious look, almost deviously. The pain you felt in your calves when you lifted a foot to step forward wiped the smile right off of your face. You’d definitely overdone it this time. You grabbed your left knee for support, only for your unhappy body to send pins and needles running down your whole leg to almost get back at you for being so reckless.

“L-l/n!” Kaminari spoke as your fell back down on one knee. You grunted, wincing and trying to push yourself back up.

Your bubbly friend Mina rushed over to help. “Don’t push yourself so hard y/n! Here let me-“ The pink skinned girl had just crouched down when you were somehow lifted up off of your aching lower half, the hand that’d been on your back now hooked around your waist protectively. Bakugou slung your arm over his shoulder nonchalantly, steadying you like a huge sturdy crutch.

“Just fucking lean on me and stop being such a damn handful already.” He said surprisingly calmly, not even asking for permission or complaining before helping you out. When you looked his way he was staring ahead boredly, but you’d never miss the slight pinky tint on his ears and cheeks. You grinned at the aggressively caring gesture. You all started walking to find the others.

“Thanks Spikey.” He scoffed in disgust, up until he noticed the shocked look on all of his close friend’s faces walking on either side of you two. Mina’s wild rosey curls bounced as she jumped up practically squealing, thrusting a fist in the air.

“I knew it I knew it! You guys are totally dating!” She held her chin proudly like she’d just cracked some unsolvable case wide open.

“Mina!” Kirishima scolded her like a parent would their insensitive child.

“HAAH?! Shut your goddamn m-mouth Raccoon-Eyes!”

“*gasp* is Bakugou-senpai st-stuttering?” Kaminari chirped with a dramatic hand over his mouth teasingly, only making the situation worse.

“I SAID SHUT IT!”

“HE TOTALLY DIDN’T SAY NO!” Her dark eyes widened in delight, her grin widening even more.

“NO! ISN’T IT OBVIOUS YOU SHITTY ALIEN!” The angry blonde snapped.

“Obvious you two are meant for each other~ And that’s not an insult, aliens are hella cool!”

You could tell Mina’s persistence was starting to get to him, but seeing such a tough face so red and flustered was too adorable to stop this great exchange. Bakugou’s shoulders felt extremely hot, he looked like he was about to literally explode. But you couldn’t help but let go of the genuine chuckle you’d been holding in, chortling and soon bursting into an honest fit of laughter at the looks on your friend’s’ faces.

Bakugou whipped his head to the side, an adorably honest laugh reaching his ears. Your scraped up yet delighted face smiled brightly until your eyes squinted shut, showing off your long lashes that seemed to compliment your shining eyes he always got lost in just right. Your cute fit of giggles was music to his ears. Once you realized all eyes were on you now, you blinked and stopped self-consciously. You eyed everyone as they waked, then looked to your left. The fact Bakugou had already been staring down at you so intently meant when you turned to look at him you almost bashed foreheads. You rose a brow at his determined looking red orbs, watching the annoyed twitch of his furrowed brows and the forced scowl on his smooth looking face. You stared at the boy curiously, heat rushing to your face because of the lack of space between you two. Sudden thoughts of what it’d be like if Mina’s statement had been true started flooding your brain, would Bakugou Katsuki really go for someone like you?

The intensity rising between you two made eye contact seem like the most difficult thing ever, you were almost nose-to-nose after all. But when his dazzling eyes bounced down to your lips you almost lost it, whipping your flushed face away and flattening your mouth into a straight line all flustered. His l-lips were almost touching m-m... you slapped your free hand over your mouth. Of course that just fueled everyone’s fire.

“See just look at them! I’m telling you, it’s lov-“ the friendly shark-toothed redhead interrupted her frantically.

“MINA!”

Meanwhile you and Bakugou sat there red-faced. But the look on Kaminari’s horrified face made a subconscious smile climb back onto your rosey features. Then a thought came to mind. Looking at all of these friends you’d made at UA high, having a villainous evil sister didn’t seem so bad. Maybe the family you’d never had to start out with was just waiting to be found, in caring people like these. You let out a relieved sigh, feeling the ‘hm?!’ falling from the blonde boy’s lips make his chest rumble. An exhausted giggle left your lips.

“Oh, it’s nothing.”

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