#wow my first mha fanfiction!

[inkofbakugou]

Under the blue sky | Prelude

🏵️ Wordcount: 17k whoops! 🏵️ Genre: Fluff/angst | Enemies to lovers!AU • Fantasy!AU • Non-canon!AU 🏵️ Characters: Bakugou x OC (+ the majority of MHA characters + some OCs) 🏵️ Description: Just when Bakugou thought his childhood dreams were too broken to be put back together, he finds himself embarking in a journey to save the world, stuck with too many "extras", struggling to understand which is the real meaning behind the word "hero". Aka: this is the story of Katsuki Bakugou and how he passed from being a promising Pro Hero with a bright future ahead of him, to a bounty hunter, to an alleged villain with a bounty on his head… before finally realizing the biggest dream of his life: to become one of the greatest Heroes of all time. 🏵️Warnings: mention of blood; mention of drug use; mention of child abuse; minor character death; 🏵️ A/N: I drafted this story a long time ago before putting aside MHA due to lack of time. But the recent chapters made me want to go back to this fanfiction because I was having so much fun writing about Bakugou being absolutely awkward with his feelings and people! It's a Fantasy!AU (FF VII and One Piece inspired me to the core), so the setting is completely altered, and doesn't follow the canon -mainly 'cause when I first started it many things were still unrevealed in the manga (Dabi, I'm looking at you). I don’t know if someone will ever give it a chance (due to the thematics and the length) but if you do, thank you from the bottom of my heart! I'm aware it's quite slow but I promise it gets better, so if you decide to delve into it, I hope to repay you with something nice that could brighten up your day a lil bit! P.S. English isn't my first languange, so feel free to point out if anything sounds off!

Aeri once told him that all of them are just shells.

He doesn't know why her words run through his head all of a sudden, at this very moment, but Katsuki can't stop thinking about it. 

He shifts on his spot, sitting more comfortably on the bench facing the town square, gazing at the people walking back and forth on the street. Quietly. Without a care in the world. Enjoying the once-long-gone peace that finally is seeping through their reality, day by day, little by little. 

Laughters and chatters plague the atmosphere in every corner of the visible portion of the area he can catch from his position -but his utmost attention gets drawn by a small group of children standing close to the fountain, almost making him forget the real reason why he decided to drop all his almost-Pro-Hero plans to reach this faraway place: they're splitting into two groups, arguing on who's going to play the role of the bad or good guys. When they seem to have made the final decision, one of them jumps on the edge of the fountain and raises his right fist up in the air while declaring that he’ll save the world from the villains that still wander freely and undisturbed, because he is the great… Deku.

Deku… him. 

A vein pops on Bakugou's left temple, while a small pout tugs at his lips now hidden behind the scarf. Incredible! Absurd! Among all the myryad of amazing Heroes who appear in every news, newspaper or magazine, that little brat picked Midoriya! 

(The same Midoriya who, as soon as he found out why Katsuki suddenly couldn’t make it to their meeting, probably because of Kaminari's largemouth, sent him a text full of horrendous emoji that still sits unanswered into his phone -something so atrocious that made him want to run back to NeoTokyo only to punch him (“Take all the time you need and don’t worry! Good luck, Kacchan :) Oh! And tell Aeri we miss her a lot, too! ^^”)). 

Letting out a sigh, Katsuki observes the kids now busy mapping out a plan to capture the little villains, who are now running in various halleys to find a refuge and prepare themselves for their fight. 

But, if the old Bakugo would’ve exploded like a stick for Izuku to be once again in the spotlight -to be considered once again the best who consequently shoved him on the sidelines, now, there’s only a piping hot warmth that spreads through his chest and washes away the resentment and rage and whatever was holding him back from accepting all his own weaknesses. Because one of them wears an Ingenium mask made of cardboard; because a little girl is sitting on the edge of the fountain in a weird-froggy-style just like Asui would do; because another one wears a t-shirt with Shoto’s face printed on it; because the boss of the little villains just declared war throwing a hand grenade made of paper on top of little-Deku’s head while tightening a Dynamight doll (it serves you right, Izuku! And, for the record, that’s the coolest villain amidst the group, ah!), and the scene now unfolding before his eyes is… sheer perfection.

Because this is a type of peacefulness he's always fought for, and he doesn't give a damn about who's the best anymore. 

This is a gush of the world Bakugou's always wanted to create since he started understanding what’s the real meaning behind the word “Hero”. It makes him look back at the past with nothing but pride: all the months spent on the brink of death -all the blood, sweat and tears they all shed throughout their long and weird journey, all the scars scattered through their bodies, all the pain they’ve endured, all the people they've left behind and met, and all the important things they’ve lost only to reach something bigger and better… it was all worth it.

And now that he’s gone back training to get his hero-license and he’s got much more time to dedicate to himself, Katsuki realizes that something is missing in his own brand-new world. Someone, precisely. Someone who sat sail with him and accompanied him even though he was scraping the bottom of the barrel, always accepting him for the scared and proud and arrogant and curt and stubborn human-mess he was. 

Someone he misses dearly…

Feeling his heart doing an annoying fluttering thing in his ribcage, Katsuki trails his stare to his right, laying it on the figure wrapped in a coat busy talking to a couple -some friends, probably, judging from the casual posture of her body and the playfulness in her voice.

Aeri is standing there, in flesh and bones, and his body reacts just like it used to do when they were stuck in a mission to save the world. As if every fiber of his being was made to quieten down in her presence -as if the affection that bloomed for her never withered, despite all that happened. It's still there, burning, scorching, impatiently waiting to grow. The fact is... no matter how much distance he put between them, no matter how thick is the plain rage that desperately tried to peel off the underripe emotions he was nourishing deep inside of him: Aeri's memory always came back to knock at the doors of his conscience, feebly, but persistent. 

To remind him that, at a certain point of their pretty odd lives, they were--no, he believed they could be… something more than just friends.

Aeri rests her gloved hand on her mouth to squelch a chuckle and his stomach twirls in a painful knot. Ten months might have passed, but she is as pretty as the last day he saw her -maybe even more than the memories he used to replay in his head when he couldn’t stop wondering if life was treating her well and kindly. Her bright red hair cascades in gentle waves along her shoulders, the fringe pulled back to reveal the series of scars that cut through the left side of her face (one of those views she’d have let admire only to him, once, too embarrassed to accept it). Breath sticking in his lungs, he lets his stare meander on her body, suddenly feeling the ghost of her embrace cocooning him in a tight hug, softening the tension in his muscles. 

Aeri is still the same; and yet, she isn't. The surface casts his mind back to all the things they've been through before the last battle -the way she and all the others slowly became an indispensable part of a deep-rooted plan he was mapping out since he decided to quit U.A.; however, the type of carefreeness she’s exuding right now has him realizing that she grew into a woman he little knows about and… shit, maybe there's no place for him in her new life. 

What. A. Fucking. Giant. Idiot.  

Katsuki inhales sharply through his nose, turning his head so fast that a muscle twitches in his clenched jaw. What was he expecting? That she would throw her new life and dreams away for him? After all the shit he did and said? That she would’ve thrown her arms around his neck just because they shared a (pretty fair good) dose of kisses and important words?

He opens his palm, lets a couple of fingertips crawl on the wool-like fabric of his glove -picturing her fingers holding his hand tight while racking her brains to design a good tool that could accentuate his power. 

What if she doesn't care about him anymore? 

No, because he wants her to care. He really wants it. Because Bakugou is… free. He let go (almost) all of his ghosts and now there's plenty of room for her and-and, actually, there's always been; but he had other priorities and he sucked at expressing his feelings and he was so fucking terrorized of everything he preferred pushing her away and all that unsolved between them -all the ocean of things they didn't say, of gestures they didn't do out of fear, of mistakes they made due to their inexperience… maybe they can cross it. He knows they can, together. And this time, he won't drown in it, he fucking won't. 

This time, Katsuki won't push her aside, nor will he let her run away again—!

"Sorry for taking so long," Aeri's voice, buttered with an apologetic wobble, scatters his thoughts and doubts away. She nears him, but makes sure to keep a few steps of distance. "I don't have much time. The place is packed with people on the weekends, and my colleagues need a hand. You know, I'm trying to be useful." A grin etches itself on her face -the same curve of good-tempered provocation she used to deliver him during their journey. Sinking in his silence, though, her confidence crumbles in a worried expression, cobalt blue eyes now fixed on the tip of her shoes. "So, ahm… why did you come here, Kac--Bakugou?"

A spark of rage crackles in his head. What's with this bullshit, now?! She should call him by his name, for fuck's sake! Why is she treating him like a fucking stranger?!

He pokes the tip of his tongue on his cheek, shrugging. "I had to see you, what else?"

Aeri arches her brow and gives him a hint of a smile, folding her own arms around her waist. "You're here to arrest me, aren't you?" She stiffens when his somber eyes meet her own. "Oh, so you really--" she swallows, letting out a stuttered breath, arms falling limply along her sides. "Listen… it's ok. I mean, I knew it was just a matter of time before one of you would find me someday, I was prepared. But… Can you at least let me bid farewell to my colleagues? They've been all so kind to me, I can't disappear like this. You can come with me if you don't trust me! I won't oppose, I--"

"I'm not here to arrest you," his statement escapes a bit annoyed -mostly because, apparently, Aeri thinks he'd only paid her a visit to fulfill his duties (this fool). He goes back to staring at the children, now throwing snowballs at each other while exclaiming the names of their moves. "I had--needed to see you…" he repeats, trying to better express the words whirling in his head, hoping she'll understand him. And when he turns to her again, sinking in her wide, liquid eyes, it's crystal clear that Aeri grasped what he was trying to say. "Ten months is a lot of time."

Aeri hides her mouth behind the scarf, jamming her hands inside her coat pockets. "It really is…" She moves up and down on her toes, nervously. "Well… you saw me. We can call it a night, then--"

"Don't play dumb! You know what I mean!" He turns in a rush, grinding his teeth, a vein pulsing on his temple. Bakugou is now in full shark-mode -it wasn't happening in a while, actually. "Fuck off! I didn't come all this way for you to take the piss out of me you little--the fuck are you laughing for?!" Breath escapes in little clouds from his mouth as he inhales and exhales air quickly, darting her a caustic glance. 

"Nothing, nothing… but now I recognize you!" She taps her pointer on the little frown between his knitted brows, giggling. "That serious expression doesn't suit you." She drags her finger away before he could bite it, and gently taps the tip of her shoe on his calf, silently asking him to give her some space. 

Letting out a grunt, he moves aside. The right portion of his body blazes up when she plops down beside him, her arm gently brushing against his own. He rests his elbows on his spread legs and hunches over, observing the town center packed with people. They stay like this for a few minutes, enjoying the coziness of their own silence -which has never been embarrassing or thick or smothering, no; it’s always been… tranquil. It’s that type of silence that doesn’t need to be filled with words, it doesn’t make you uncomfortable, it doesn’t push you to run away (Bakugou has always cherished their silence).

Aeri shifts on her spot. "Why did you need to see me?" Her quietness is betrayed by her fingers curling tight around the scarf. "Hey, Pretty-Eyes… whatever it is, just spit it out." She leans forward, so now her eyes can engulf into his own the moment he turns to her. "You know, you still look like the emotionally-constipated kid who didn't want to talk. I mean, it's a trait of yours that accentuates your sexy aura… but we're a little too grown up for that." Her comment is amused, but notched with a shred of fear that has him straightening. 

Katsuki swallows thickly, a vibrant flush now spreading along his cheeks as Aeri stares at him with expectation. 

C'mon, it's easy: "Drop everything and come with me", nothing to be embarrassed of. Just like the good, halcyon days. Drop everything… and come back with him, so the pair of them can see how far they can go, being heroes together, cutting some time for themselves where they can be two normal people. 

He should be cautious, though. He should think about it another million times and say it with every ounce of love pouring from his heart…

“Leave this fucking place and come back with me.”

… and words don’t come out as sweet as they should, but his affection is there. It’s akin to love, if you take a closer look. Between the silences and the pauses and the imperceptible crack in his voice.

Carefreeness slowly glides down her face. She looks at him with her pretty wide eyes, with her pretty lips parted. Genuine astonishment dawns on her, the same that was sprinkled on every inch of her face when she saw the blue sky for the first time, or when he first kissed her (when he was a guy with broken dreams who wanted to seek revenge and save the world in his own, coarse way; and she was a girl who followed him because she wanted to see the world and had to find a boy she once used to love).

"I--" her voice trembles and fades into a whisper. She averts his stare, cheeks now tinged with a ruby shade that triggers a million alarm bells in his head. 

And in the smothering silence settled upon them, Katsuki Bakugou doesn't know what to expect.

Many months ago, Aeri would have said yes without thinking about the consequences. 

Many months ago, Aeri would have flashed him her bright smile and would have told him that she'd follow him all around the world, playfully calling him: "Pretty-Eyes".  

Many, many, many months ago… 

  When the first sparks started crackling from the palms of his hands, before the looks of disbelief of his little classmates, it was crystal clear that Bakugou was born to be a Hero.

Well, in his still-green mind of a four-year-old, it wasn't really his plan to undertake this career, of course. It was his mother who planted the first seed of curiosity between the folds of his brain, with her proud: "You know? If you work hard, you can become a wonderful hero, Katsuki!" (with her hand ruffling his spiky sandy hair; with her grin so similar to his own blessing her face). And then his teachers, and his friends, and whoever had the opportunity to admire him using his Quirk -everyone instilled in him the awareness that a majestic power was running through his veins. 

It was meant to be that Katsuki Bakugou would become a legend, adored and admired and feared by everyone. 

His dream was simple and clean: he’d attend U.A., he’d graduate with flying colors and the most prestigious agencies would sell their mothers to have him; he’d climb the hero-charts at the speed of light, reaching the top at a very young age, leaving the other extras eating the dust he'd left behind. His name would have echoed amidst common people like a scream of hope, and would have spread amidst his enemies like a cold chill. He'd be the number one -more powerful than All Might; more powerful than Endeavor; more powerful than that bastard of Half-’n-half; damn, even more powerful than that good for nothing of Deku!

He'd be the magnificent, envied, dreaded: "Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight"!

This, when he was four, ten, fifteen years old. 

Then, "The 2nd Tokyo War" happened, the symbol of peace became a mere statue standing tall in Ground Zero, Earth turned upside-down… and now that Katsuki is nineteen years old, well, all the perspectives and dreams that accompanied him throughout his whole life have swerved…

"Look, the key is to not hurry." Kirishima's voice is a faint hiss that echoes in the elevator shaft, as he slowly climbs down the stairs along the wall, paying attention to not miss a rung. The piece of red rag hanging around his waist gently falls along his trousers and swings at every step he takes. “You must catch the enemy off guard. Facing them head-on might be self-defeating. You risk, how can I say… getting your ass stomped!" One hand loses the grip around the rod and he pulls himself away to fluctuate mid-air, flashing a sharp-toothy smile down below to Kaminari, who's just landed on the elevator rooftop. 

Denki gives him back a grin, shifting his attention to the trapdoor that leads inside. "So, we stay here… and we get in on the sly?" He crouches down and stares at the panel control, fixing the black jacket. 

Kirishima nods vigorously, nearing him. "In this way, you can take them by surprise--"

"What a load of bullshit!" Bakugou says, fuming. His groan rebounds in the air, followed by a loud thud as he lands down on the rooftop after taking a high jump. "We should've entered their hideout and beat the shit out of them, instead of traversing the air ducts! Who do you think I am, a fucking mouse?!" 

"No way!" Eijirou turns to him, wide-eyed, stamping his boot on the ground. "We've to capture the Kusuri Brothers alive if we want to get the reward!"

"The bounty reads: dead or alive."

"It's not a bounty hunters' job to kill! We just have to capture them and take them to the police! They'll think about the rest!" Eijirou goes back to watching Kaminari, who's opening the cover of the control panel. "Don't listen to him. Bakugou thinks that the only good plan is made of rash actions that will end with our death."

"You'll be the only dead one when we finish here." Katsuki curses under his breath and darts a flaring gaze to Denki, who's busy clamping two threads between his teeth. "And you, Dunce-Face. You've been teaming up with us for two months now, why do we always have to explain things like you were a damn noob?!"

"But… you never explain anything to me…" Denki grimaces for the nickname just stumbled off his mate’s mouth, laying a hand on the panel to emit a weak electric discharge through his palm. 

Kirishima observes the elevator's cables rolling up, before the cabin starts moving down with a jerk. "Don't mind him, you know how he is…” a small sigh flies out his mouth arched down in a resigned crescent, before the usual polite smile sits on his lips. “So, any question?"

Kaminari rubs a hand on his short gold hair, twiddling with the black lightning-shaped streak on the left side of his fringe. "Actually… there's a thing I wanted to ask you for a while." His stare dances from a smiley Kirishima to a menacing Bakugou. "Aizawa-san told me that you attended U.A. together, in the same class… you must be friends--"

"Friends?! Get yourself a pair of good glasses, Dunce-Face--"

"So, yeah… how could you bear him for all this time without trying to get rid of him at least once? He's intolerable." Denki pins his stare on Eijirou, finger pointing in Katsuki's direction. Shamelessly. Without fearing the catastrophic consequences of his dumb question.

(From the point of view of a genius like Katsuki, it’s crystal clear that his electrification Quirk has fucked up his tiny brain. It’s the only plausible and acceptable explanation!)

A vein pulses on Bakugo's neck, now turned into full shark-mode (pointed teeth exposed, bloodshot sharp white eyes, deep frown cutting through his knitted brows). "The fuck you babbling?! I'm the one who's bearing him! I'm the one who should get rid of him!"

Kirishima lowers his head, hiding his trembling lips behind the red bandana hanging around his neck, before letting out a sonorous chuckle that, inevitably, casts his mind back to his school days. 

Bakugou grunts, contemplating his ex-classmate with the same annoyed expression that dawned on his face when he realized that, despite his many attempts to put a solid shield around himself and keep as much distance as possible from his classmates, Kirishima was one of the very few who could always read between his silences and glances and rude gestures, accepting him.

It’s no stretch to believe that their paths could only intertwine again, as if it was already traced into the weird (and pretty fucked up) destiny's game.

(When Katsuki decided to drop U.A. almost half a year ago, leaving behind the old life he meticulously crafted since he was a child, he didn't give a damn about the gloom looming over his future, or the people he'd inevitably leave behind: throwing away his dreams and plans was a favor toward that part of himself devoured by the sense of guilt for being the main cause of All Might's end; the only way to disentangle himself from all those ties that were impending him to learn how to make the best of his Quirk -and seek revenge, and change for the better a world that was (and still is) falling in ruin at the speed of light. 

It wasn't a painful decision -especially when he understood that no one was willing to extirpate the evil and corruption that was spreading like a cancer, contaminating that little bit of good that was left.

It was just a matter of time before he'd reach his limit, and when he finally made up his mind, abandoning his studies and all the people he knew without explanations or goodbyes or tears, Katsuki realized that he had to do everything by himself.

Alone, because he is the only one who can bring some light back… alone, because no one else seemed affected by all these changes that were painfully eating him alive. 

The only surprise element in all of this was Kirishima, who probably grasped his intentions way before Katsuki could dig in the depth of his own heart and understand what to do with his own life: Eijirou was standing in his way, unexpectedly, with a bag full of belongings collected during their school days and the tired expression of someone who couldn't take it anymore. 

"You know?" He suddenly said, scraping the silence settled upon them. "I get what you're feeling. Staying here won't make any difference." There was a small smile hanging on his trembling lips, it clanched with the tears floating in his eyes. "Guess I need to do things my way, too. So, yeah… count me in." 

The building of their Hero Academia was standing tall and gray and disappointing in the distance -a mere ghost of the enchanting place they all used to consider a second home; and, painfully (a bit frustratingly, also), Bakugou was obliged to accept that his solitary plan to restore the peace had to include an extra he didn't foresee. 

So, all things considered, Bakugou is the true martyr of the situation, not damn Shittyhair!)

Thankfully, Kirishima is smart enough to not reply to Kiminari's question, nipping in the bud a useless discussion that would lead the noob to certain death (reminder: mutilate Dunce-Face when they'll be back to the headquarters and sell all his organs to the black market). 

He changes topic, instead, flashing a curious glance to their new partner. "About U.A… you attended it too, didn't you? Prof--ahm, Aizawa-san didn't say much…" he giggles (probably remembering the fuming, endless complaints Bakugou made when their ex-teacher introduced Kaminari with a somber: "He's Kaminari and he'll work with you from now on. It's not negotiable. Now, get along." before disappearing into his sleeping bag). 

Denki's eyes grow bigger and almost get teary, a vibrant flush spreading from the collar of his white shirt to the tip of his ears. "Well, ahm… no. I didn't pass the entrance exam, unfortunately."

Bakugou grins. "Loser."

Denki crumples on the rooftop, dejected. "I know it myself, there's no need to remind me!"

"Ah, don't say so! Don't tell him so!" Kirishima's stare flickers from him to Dunce-Face, encouraging. "The entrance exam is hella hard, it wasn't easy for me either! Tell him, Bakugou."

"The fuck are you babbling? It was a piece of cake for me. I arrived first." Bakugou observes Eijirou trying to reassure the other boy, patting his back. He grunts, fixing the jagged black mask running around his eyes before trailing his stare away from that absurdity. 

Pathetic! Outrageous! Being stuck in a mission with two too-grown-up-adolescents exchanging confidences is just another reason that makes him want to set the entire world on fire! 

Annoyed by their useless chattering (honestly, who gives a fuck about Dunce-Face being rejected at the selections and the promise he made to his pretty best friend he left in his hometown and whatever the fuck he did before joining their group), Bakugou goes back to focusing on the trapdoor that leads inside the elevator, counting the very few seconds that separate them to their destination. Taking advantage of their distraction, he silently opens the door and gets into the elevator, ready to get in action. He wants to put an end to this damn mission in a heartbeat and let the curtains fall on another tedious day since he started his bounty hunter career. He just has to break through one of the many Kusuri Brother’s hideouts, capture their gang of good-for-nothing, and cash in his well deserved money.

A smooth and clean job (obviously, in Katsuki Bakugou style, which includes: a few injured people, a dead or two, and lots of explosions).

Kirishima takes a look around, excited. "It's starting!" He pulls up his bandana and wraps it around his mouth, hiding a smirk. "As soon as the elevator stops, we're sneaking inside, silently. According to the evidence we collected, their warehouse should be situated down here and it's probably packed. We can't attract attention." He stares at Denki, busy fixing his black jacket and trousers, before turning to Katsuki. "Bakugou, are you--Bakugou!" His voice escapes in a strangled scream, stare flickering from the spot once occupied by his friend and the open door. In a panic, he stretches himself and peers inside the elevator. "What the hell are you doing?! You're going to ruin everything!"

Bakugou grins, bright red eyes fixed in front of him. "This isn't a fucking trip, Shittyhair. Let's get this done quickly." His smirk stretches even wider when the elevator finally stops, the sliding doors now opening with a screeching noise to reveal two men standing behind it, holding a box each in their arms. His mind immediately fishes out the list of Wanted signs he learned by memory, recognising their worthless faces. He stretches his hand right in front of them, amused by their sudden stillness as they process what's actually happening. 

(God, how much he loves the very moment before an explosion! It's amazing, witnessing his enemies' expression swinging between astonishment, fear, and rage!)

One of them backs off, trembling. "Who the fuck are you--"

"Bye." Sparks crackles on his palm before erupting in a thunderous blast that hits the men without giving them any time to cry for help. His smile grows wider as he observes their bodies falling down with a thud, emitting smoke.

It's a matter of seconds before shouts and yells start rising from the warehouse on the other side, signaling the beginning of their mission. 

"What's all the racket?!"

"Something exploded up there!"

"Intruders!"

Eijirou peers inside the trapdoor, hanging upside-down. "You see?! Now they're going to run away!" A cold shiver travels down his spine when he notices the two corpses lying on the ground, hit by the sliding door that rhythmically opens and closes against them. "You're scuppering our plan!" 

"Oh God, it's going to be all doom and gloom from here…" Denki sighs, jumping in the elevator. A grimace crosses his features as the turmoil coming from the other room gets louder. He swallows thickly, pointing his finger to the men. "Are they, ahm… are they--"

"No…" Katsuki grinds his teeth, kicking the man’s leg, who exhales a feeble whining sound -the same just escaped from Dunce-Face's mouth, ugh. "Stop whining, you wussy! With these two, we're already at 50.000 Yen!" Without waiting for his two partners (or better: “thorns in his side”), Bakugou surpasses the obstacles in flesh and bones and aims to his left, attention caught by the loud footsteps coming from a group of enemies dashing up the stairs that lead to the lower part of the room. Grinning, he condensates the power on both hands before activating his gloves-gadgets, hitting a single blow toward them. "You take care of these extras! I'm going to get the big fishes." He snaps, jumping down the railing.

In the very few milliseconds that separate him from the ground, Bakugou quickly analyses the situation, grasping as many details as possible: one of the Kusuri Brothers' hideout is situated in one of the many forsaken basements scattered throughout the lower sectors of NeoTokyo, and it's not so different from the thousands they've combed through to dismantle the crime organizations -fishes so small that the police or heroes don't waste their time over, leaving all the dirty job to whoever is crazy enough to stick their oar in. At a closer glance, even the enemies he's about to face are identical to the myriads he caught in the past year: they live their existences hurting others, they run in a circle with fear streaming in their eyes, using their weak Quirks only to survive in a fierce environment or to harm others. 

They're just scum that must be extirpated from the Earth, he doesn’t give a damn why they’ve reached this point…

"You’ll pay for intruding--" the words of a skinny man fade in a rasping breath as Katsuki hits him in the face with a kick, before landing on the ground, taking care of the enemies already surrounding him to attack him. 

"Ah! Akio!" One of them screams, turning to the men who are now loading a van in a rush. "C'mon, go get them!" He yells, staring at Kaminari, who's just electrified a dude who tried to smash a punch into his stomach. "Damn! Finish loading the cargo and get your ass out of here while we take care of these brats!" He blows, fishing out a gun from his coat. 

Eijirou hardens his hands, using his jagged fists to take down the members of the gang attacking him in a close quarters fight. "Sorry, but we don't have much time!" His whole body sharpens, the bullets just shot in his direction rebound against his rock-like skin and fall on the ground like dead flies. Smirking, he grabs the wrist of the Skinny-Dude and elbows him on the face, before smashing him on the ground. "We're at 125.000 Yen now!" He exclaims, flashing a bright smile to Bakugou. 

"145.000, actually!" Denki shouts, electrifying a couple of enemies who tried to strike him from behind. A gulp scratches his throat when he notices Bakugou jumping close to him to avoid a kick, just when he was on the cusp of emitting some bolts to toss away the villains surrounding him. "Ah! Bakugou! G-go away! I was about to hit you!"

"Out of my way, Dunce-Face!" He groans, grabbing at a guy's face before releasing a blast. "And control your damn Quirk! You wanna kill us all?!"

"I'm w-working on it!" He yells, in a panic, desperately trying to put as much distance as possible between him and his friends. "B-but it'd be useful if you could stay away from me!"

The Kusuri Brothers' accomplices keep falling down one by one like dominos, hit by their continual bumps. Damn, they're so weak it isn't even funny to fight them. 

"Let's put an end to this." Bakugou's attention gets caught by the few dudes who are finishing loading the van -it's covered with a sandy plain tarp, ideal to get unnoticed as they pass through the various sectors up to the uptowns; which makes it even harder to monitor their whereabouts. His stare trails on the leader of the group (Sankyo, the youngest of the Kusuri Brothers, judging from the scar that runs on the right portion of his shaved head. Only him is worth 1.358.925 Yen), who spent the whole time inside the vehicle, leaving the dirty job to his subordinates. "Don't think you're getting out of here!" He dodges the punch of a burly dude, placing a blow on his side.

Katsuki retracts his hand in a rush as he hardly squelches a whine. He briefly studies the damaged gloves stained with blood, before going back to paying his utmost attention to his target. 

"Looks like my favorite bounty hunters are here! It's always a pleasure to meet you!" Sankyo delivers them a teasing grin, sharp eyes now fixed into Bakugou's. "Didn’t you learn anything from your last fiasco?” he says, waving a hook serving as a hand toward them.

“Oh, you won’t escape this time!” Eijirou blocks a punch, hitting the criminal’s stomach with his jagged knee.

“I don’t really like to be the one who’ll crush your dreams, you little brats, but duty calls!" Sankyo waits for the last man to jump on the back of the van, tapping his hand on the metallic wall to announce that they're ready to leave. "Don't worry, though! I'm going to leave you a nice present to entertain you!" He fishes out of the pocket a remote control, pushing a button. "See you soon! If you get out in one piece…"

"Not so fast, you fucking bastard!" Katsuki stretches his hands to aim at the vehicle, now dashing away like a flash of lightning. Sparks start crackling on his palm… and soon die out. He tries to focus on the burning sensation spreading to his fingertips, on the sweat that glides along the skin, but not a single explosion comes out. "Damn!" He shouts, watching the van disappear from his sight. 

"And there goes our 1.358.925 Yen. Again…" Kaminari sighs, losing the grip around the collar of a man he just electrified. Fists now resting on his sides, he carefully studies the mess they’ve made before starting to move the corpses of the unconscious criminals and rest them along the walls.

Eijirou hums under his breath, eyes darting to each criminal laying on the ground. "Well, here we have… 203-no! 2.048.387,50 Yen! I'd say it isn't that bad!" A bright smile etches itself on his face, eyes now trailing to Katsuki’s back, curved as if he was sustaining an oppressive weight. 

Bakugou is staring at his own palms, scanning the seriousness of the damage. The fabric of the gloves is burned in the center, revealing the abrasions cutting through the skin grooved with scars and spilling blood. "Damn…" he repeats, feeling the tension coiling all his muscles. There's this sensation inside of him, as if every inch of him was ready to blast in a thunderous explosion; and yet, no matter how sweat he sheds, he can only emit a few sparks that fade in the space of  seconds. He brushes his thumb on the sweaty palm, his nose twitches in the slightest for the burning sensation.

For reasons he can’t explain,it feels like his Quirk regressed to its early stages -and, despite the years of training and experience, Bakugou doesn’t know how to properly activate it again, like his whole body was rejecting it.

"Hey, we'll catch him the next time…" Kirishima nears him cautiously, his voice buttered with a note of encouragement. He lifts his hand to pat his back but holds it mid-air, aware that his friend would only feel pitied -violently lashing out in the process. A shadow of worry cast onto his eyes, noticing the light trembling in his shoulders. "It still doesn’t work, mh?” he says in a feeble voice, being the only (unwilled) keeper of this secret. “Bakugou, you should talk with Prof--with Aizawa-san about this. Maybe he can do something about it, or you’ll risk--" words roll back down his throat in a gulp -and judging by the glint of confusion streaming in his eyes, it isn't for the murderous glance Katsuki just darted him. 

Kaminari gazes around, studying the walls quivering like an earthquake was about to start. Suddenly, gunshots coming from the distance anticipate a loud blast, and the wall across from him crumbles down, obliging him to back off. He crosses his arms across his face to protect himself from the smoke wafting over them, eyes sharpening in the attempt to visualize the blurry figure behind the haze. 

"It’s… a robot--ah!" A piercing yell flies out his mouth, noticing too late a sharp mechanic arm scratching through the smoke and pouncing on in his direction. In a burst of panic, he crumples on himself, using his own arms like a shield. 

"Kaminari-kun, watch out!" Kirishima screams, situating himself between Denki and the robot now approaching, body fully turned into his jagged rock-like form to block the machine. 

"What’s that thing?!” Denki moves away in a safer spot, studying the enemy: it's a three-meters tall robot shaped like a spider, with eight mechanical arms that simultaneously sustain its weight and attack with their pointy terminal parts. "It looks like one of those whoppers they use at U.A. entrance exam! O-one of them almost slashed me! It was awful!"

"And it'll happen again if you don't stop babbling!" Bakugou groans, pushing the bottom of his wrist to emit a blast -the threads that activate the device sting against his wrist, making goosebumps rise along his quivering arm. 

The robot lifts up one of the arms, ready to attack them again. Kirishima takes a jump and punches it, tearing it off. Another arm is already mid-air, though, the pointed extremity now opened like the corolla of a flower to reveal the muzzle of a gun. Bullets suddenly dash in his direction, feebly notching the stone cover of his body. The collision is so powerful to hurl him against the floor. 

"Ah! Kirishima-kun--!" Kaminari backs off to dodge a claw that jabs into the ground -the sight has him gulping in fear. The arm repeatedly attacks him, obliging him to jump in the opposite direction to not get cut to death; when it gets stuck into floor, unable to pull out, he latches onto it and releases a powerful electric charge that propagates up to the mechanical body, short-circuiting it.

"Aaaah, too strong!" Eijirou whines, backing off. 

"Sorry, I still can't control it well…" Denki's voice is a slurry, incomprehensible muttering thing  (and Bakugou isn't even sure that the noob said this. He's only sure that the nickname Dunce-Face suits him, considering the expression of sheer idiocy he's delivering them right now, aided by his thumbs lifted up in a silent way to reassure them that he’s doing fine). 

The robot plummets on the ground with a thud that makes the wall tremble, the buzzing sound coming from the armless hole echoes in the room. 

Eijirou dashes toward Denki to help him stand up. Bakugou heavily pants, swiping away a rivulet of blood running down his cheek -one of those fucking bullets grazed him when he was distracted, ugh. 

"Who knows where they've taken this nice toy…" Kirishima comments, studying the robotic arm he detached earlier. 

Bakugou takes a look at the fuming metallic body, attention caught by a familiar brand printed on the inner wing: it's abraded, a bad attempt to camouflage it or erase it, but he can pinpoint two cherry branches curved to enclose a "P".

"It must be a police’s present," he analyzes, giving a kick to the robot, jamming his hands inside the pockets of his indigo pants. 

"But, why?!" Denki gives him a confused look.

"The fuck I know! They're probably indebted to them!" He places a hand on the opposite bicep, rotating the aching shoulder. "Well, let's consign those extras and get our money. I've already spent too much time with you, I wanna go back home." 

Eijirou giggles, looking at his retracting figure. "We had fun too!"

Bakugou feels a vein popping out on his temple. He didn't have fun! His patience already evaporated when Dunce-Face greeted him this morning, there's no way he had fun being stuck in a mission with these two good-for-nothing--!

"Bakugou!" Kirishima's yell has him gazing over his shoulder in a rush, eyes growing larger as he takes notice of the robot now standing up again, stumbling a little due to the missing arms. One of them dashes toward him but before he could open his palm and let out a blast, Kaminari jumps against him to pull him away from its trajectory, before the claw could slash through his chest. 

"Fuck! How do you turn this thing off?" Eijirou crouches down, the metallic arm passes above his head. He grabs it with both hands and applies a tight pressure to smash it, a grin of victory etching itself on his face. 

"You ok?" Denki asks Katsuki, still with his arms curled on his head like a shield. 

It takes him a few seconds to register what has just happened -the way Dunce-Face just threw him on the ground to save him; the way he's still covering him to protect him; and when the first sparks of realization start crackling in his brain, annoyance fogs his mind.

Brusquely, he shoves him away, grinding his teeth. "Get lost! There was no need to!"

"Good way to thank me! Ungrateful--ah!" Denki angles his body to dodge an arm, cold sweat dripping from his temples. "We'll continue this at home!"

"Not if you get killed!" Katsuki grins, avoiding a laser beam that cuts the wall behind him. His eyes trail on every visible inch of the robot, searching for a weak spot -something that could permit them to shut it off once for all; it's not an easy task, though, when that piece of trash keeps moving randomly. But then, he notices it, that span of three seconds it takes it to release the beam after the claw opens. If he could use this at his own advantage…

In a rush, he situates himself between Eijirou and the arm now pointed toward him. "Look how the number 1 saves the day." Smirking, he grabs one of the grenades secured along his belt. When the claw opens, he removes the safety pin with his teeth and plants the bomb in it, before jumping away to avoid the explosion. "Move away!" He shouts to Kirishima, still standing on his spot. 

The shock wave generated by the bang is so intense to push them backward. The explosion spreads to the central part of the robot that underpins the arms, heavily cascading on the floor. 

The euphoria that crawls into Bakugou's veins (after all, it's all thanks to his brilliant mind if they've been able to win in one piece!) fades away in a heartbeat as his glance lands upon the cracks on the floor, collapsing due to the blast and the heaviness of the robot… just where Kirishima is standing. The boy is too busy brushing his hands on his face, getting rid of the smoke that’s blocking his view.

Now, Bakugou could just shout to his mate to move aside or he’ll risk plummeting six feet under and reducing all his useless bones into pieces, but words don’t come out. His voice escapes in a breathy gulp that chokes between his grinded teeth, his stare fully focused on the ground crumbling beneath his ex-classmate’s body. 

And his brain instantly shuts off. 

His body moves toward Kirishima on its own, driven by a force that’s gushing out from his gut. He shoves him away with a kick, ignoring the light whining now flying out Eijirou’s mouth. “Move, idiot!” 

It all happens a so fast, he doesn't have the right time to study the situation and react.

"Bakugou!" Kirishima's voice echoes back to him buttered with worry, making him turn to him. His stare lays upon his hand stretched out over him, but his brain can't clearly assimilate the view before him, as if he was completely paralyzed. He seems to regain consciousness only when his stomach snaps, his body now crushing down in the void beneath him. 

Instinctively, he tries to generate some explosions to give himself enough boost to fly up  -I mean, shit, it has always been a piece of cake, one of the easiest tasks he’s always been able to accomplish since he’s started training his Quirk. But the gloves don't work, and his power doesn't seem intent to activate on its own. 

"Fuck--"

The last thing he hears before plummeting into oblivion is Kirishima's yell -that cracked: "Kacchan!" that echoes in the air and pierces through his ribcage, cocooning his heart, feverishly thumping. 

It feels a bit weird, hearing it before turning into a messy pulp against the ground. The last time they called him so he was… bah, fifteen years old (when he was still a student, and Deku was still sitting behind his desk before becoming an empty seat and a name spreading amidst people like an old ghost who traveled through those corridors). It brings back so many painful memories. He'd like to tear his chest apart and toss away all those annoying emotions that are scampering around, piling up, screaming. 

Going away like this, hearing that silly nickname as the last thing… It sucks. 

This is not a heroic way to die.

 ● 

When he was seven, maybe eight years old, Katsuki fell into the river. 

Nothing serious, pff, a trifle. Just him, stumbling on his own feet and ridiculously dropping into the water underneath like a sack of potatoes. He wasn't hurt -he was just a little embarrassed for acting like a total klutz before his friends, staring at him above the long trunk they used as a bridge. All in all, though, he was doing perfectly fine, he could’ve pulled himself out of this trouble alone. 

And yet, no matter the triviality of the danger, there was always someone who thought he was in need of help…

"Hey, you ok?"

"Hey, you ok?"

Of course, he is doing ok. Imagine if a prodigy like him could suffer any damage from such a silly fall… so, why is that quirkless little fool of Deku talking to him with so much… worry? 

Because he knows it's him. 

This isn't the first time that Bakugou lives this moment in his head, like a perpetual infernal circle that will probably haunt him till his last breath. It's so annoying. It feels like a part of himself stopped there, in that river, waiting for the seven, maybe eight-year-old Katsuki to make a different gesture, to say a different word that will change his life drastically…

"Hello? Are you ok? I hope you didn't hurt your head…"

"Kacchan, are you ok? I hope you didn't hurt your head."

Bakugou cracks his eyes open, air escapes from his parted lips in heavy pants, pumped up by the frantic beating of his heart. He puts himself into a stretched position in a rush, feeling the ghost of his little self eclipsing behind the toned body of a nineteen-year-old with too many scars and wounds grooving over his skin (and heart). He takes quick glances around, but of the water that usually fills the abyss of his dreams there's no trace. Beneath his legs there's… nothing. It's all black. He’s caged in a dark room with no cracks for a thread of light to filter in -that same obscurity that devours him while he's asleep, swallowing him in a spiral of nightmares and memories he isn't able to bury. An unusual, fruity scent cocoons him -it reminds him of the laundry day at home (his father passing by his bedroom holding a washing basket, delivering him a soft smile that used to get on his nerves).

The only unchanged detail is Deku. He is there, stuck in his seven, maybe eight-years, at a few steps from him. With his big round eyes exuding concern and fear. With his little hand stretching out over him, waiting for him to hold it tight and accept his help…

"Hello? Can you hear me?"

"Kacchan, can you hear me?

He can hear him… stop calling him. Bakugou shuts his eyes, rests his hands on his ears, hoping that Deku's voice could turn into a muffled, incomprehensible buzz before fading into nothingness. Stop calling him, please. He just wants to plummet into a long sleep and never wake up again. Or, actually… he wants to wake up. He wants to wake up in a world in which All Might is still alive, and Deku is a quirkless boy who can't keep up with his strength, and he’s just a fifteen-years-old boy full of dreams who's about to walk into the most prestigious academy, ready to become the greatest hero of all time… 

"Hey? Hello?"

"It's not your fault, you know, Kacchan?"

But, it is… everyone knows that it's all his fault if evil is now rooted in every corner of this fucking planet. It's all his fault if the symbol of peace it's now a ravaged statue with a sign reading: "All Might is dead". He can see it in their stares, in their smiles full of pity. 

He was weak… and everything fucked up. 

Bakugou grinds his teeth, shuts his eyes even harder. He'd like to ask him to close his fucking mouth, but words stick in his throat. It hurts. The trachea is painfully contracting, the area around his eyes is swelling up for the tears now pushing to roll down his cheeks. 

Something delicately grazes his shoulder (there's a deep cut that spills blood. This is new. This hurts so much it feels… real) and the rage exploding in his brain has him opening his eyes in a rush, jaw clenching the moment his stare shifts to the figure still too close to him. 

Deku is still there, in his fifteen-years, wearing their U.A. uniform. With his hand still stretched toward him. 

Why is he using so much kindness? With him? He doesn't deserve it… not after all the shit he said and did to him -to anyone. This type of unconditional gentleness pisses him off… 

"Can you hear me--ah, it's moving!" 

"Kacchan, I know how you feel. But you should stop… it's not your fault." Deku smiles. That stupid little smile full of admiration and affection and kindness -he wants to punch it away from his face so badly. "Did you hear me? It's not your fault…"

"Are you hurt?”

A gentle voice seeps through the darkness surrounding him. It's muffled, distant. It's as delicate as Deku's, but it doesn't belong to him. It makes him want to close his bleary eyelids and fall asleep, while his muscles relax and his chaotic nightmares beat a retreat. It’s a nice type of voice, a sound he’d listen to over and over…

He takes a look around to pinpoint the source of the unfamiliar echo, but there's no one. Only Deku is still there, a bit older, with his Hero costume on, giving his back to him. Standing tall. A million steps ahead of him, just like at school. He resembles one of those heroes he used to look up to when he was a child, watching the television with glistening eyes and sparks crackling on his palms -while a quirkless boy with weird broccoli hair could only dream of being like him. 

Deku turns his head in the slightest, but from that position he can't fully see his face…

“Can you stand up?"

"C'mon, stand up… You can't stay here. It's not the time, yet."

What…?

Bakugou's eyes grow bigger, his arms frozen along his sides. A viscous substance is engulfing him from head to toe, impeding him to move the tiniest muscle. "Hey, wait! Where the fuck you think you’re going?! You can't leave again!"

… Or his little, odious, gentle smile. "You should wake up now, Kacchan." 

"Hello?"

Katsuki cracks his eyes open, and the flash of pictures in his head crush. A thin veil of tears is condensed at the corners, the breath punched out of his own body as if he hardly remembered how to do such a simple action. Cold sweat drips from his temples as he stares, wide-eyed, to the ceiling. Or, well, what's left of it: there's a hole on the roof, probably caused by the collision of his body during the fall.

Still caught up in the shreds of that nauseating memory, his brain can’t fully assimilate the reality that’s slowly unfolding before him -but, apparently, he’s still alive. The liquid sparks floating into his ruby eyes dangerously tremble, he rubs a hand on them before they could morph into tears. He shifts his stare to his left, trying to understand where the hell he is, but he can't pinpoint any detail that could help him to locate this place. Judging from the various sacks of cements, scaffoldings, and construction tools scattered all over the room, this must be an abandoned building -one of the many that infest the lower sectors of Neo Tokyo, all exactly the same.

Katsuki patiently waits for his heart to quieten down, but that damn muscle keeps tossing and turning in his chest. Short of breath, he rubs his hands on his face -there's a squared patch on his right cheek, and a plaster on his left eyebrow (he didn't have them before the fall. Who took care of him?) 

Slowly, he goes back to scrutinize the hole on the ceiling. Did he really fall from there? How many meters are there? All he can see is a pond of pitch-black that stretches up to infinite… 

“You're awake, finally!”

… and a pair of cobalt eyes, now obstructing his visual field. They're long, brimmed with relief. That shade of bright blue reminds him of the sky that used to cover the old city of Tokyo while he was standing on the roof of his house to play “Heroes vs Villains”, using their Quirks -a beautiful view that he cherishes in his childhood memories, for it’s impossible to admire it now that the slums have become his home (Deku was there, too, watching them with admiration and a sad smile, aware that he couldn't participate in their game. In all honesty, Katsuki didn't want him there. What was the point of his presence? But his mother used to invite him against his will and he wasn't so suicidal to argue against her, considering that her slaps were so powerful to make him reach the stars and galaxies). 

"How are you? Can you move?" 

The delicate voice that seeped through his dream earlier is now clearer, closer. It takes him quite a few seconds to process that the shadow now leaning over him is… a girl. Curiosity is crossing her face, as she patiently waits for him to do or say something. 

But Bakugou is paralyzed, in every possible sense. Physically, his whole body is laying on the ground; but his mind is still locked into that fucking room in his head, waiting for someone to open the door and drag him out into the light. 

"Can you hear me?" Her fingertips suddenly graze his cheek, the thumb gently brushing on the area beneath his eye. 

It's just at that gentle touch that he snaps back down to reality. Liquid stare growing wider, Bakugou shoos away her hand, jaw clenching and red eyes darting at her with annoyance. He puts himself into a stretched position in a rush, which isn’t exactly a brilliant move, because a stabbing pain on his back obliges him to lay down again. 

He grinds his teeth, his hand running to tighten the opposite shoulder. "What the fuck--"

"Hey, not so fast… you just woke up from a huge fall." The girl doesn't seem bothered by his curt gesture. Her mouth is shaped in a soft crescent, it matches the delicacy of her stare pinned to his face. "You fell from up there." She points her finger up, gazing at the ceiling. "You crashed down out of the blue, you almost made me piss in my pants." A little giggle seeps through her lips as she spares him one last glance, before putting back in the bag on her lap some bandages. "I thought you were one of those scary monsters, but you're way cuter."

Katsuki arches his brow but doesn't tackle her comment, too focused to scrutinize the black glove she's wearing: it's similar to those gadgets you can find at the black market -mostly visited by villains with a weak Quirk who want to survive in the slums, or vigilantes who are tired to use the usual patented tools fabricated to not hurt people or enemies. Some protuberances cross the palm beneath a thin layer of fabric tulle that connects to the wristband. He wonders what kind of power it provides -fire? Electricity? Venom? 

He raises his hands to stare at his own gloves, some gauzes are wrapped around his fingers. One of his tools is missing, while the other is practically worn out… he doesn't understand much about gadgets and their functioning, but the ones she's wearing gives the impression of good workmanship -like those devices put on the market by the Support Agencies.

"So? How are you feeling?" She fishes out a white tissue from her bag. 

"Ngh, all good, stop asking." He grunts, slowly sitting down. He trails his stare to his aching shoulder, blood spills from a deep cut but before he could lay his hand on it, the girl places the tissue to tampon the wound. He shoos her away again, darting her a caustic glance with the hope that his anger will make her back off. "I'd be doing much better if you'd move away. Never heard of: personal space?"

She doesn't move, though. The expression of patience dancing across her features starts crumbling, but her small smile is still hanging. 

It annoys him, that curve of familiar, useless gentleness upon her lips…

With a little frown between his brows, he stares at her -because he is a bounty hunter, and a bounty hunter's professional bias is to imprint faces in his head (you never know if the cute lady on the other side of the counter who's passing you her number on a napkin is actually a serial killer threaving for your blood): at a quick look, she must be around his age. Her bright red hair is tied in a messy bun that swings on the side, the bits that don't fit cascade along her features in soft waves that gently rest down her cleavage. The locks on the left are angled so that they partially obscure a series of scars cutting deep through the area -they must be pretty old, considering the condition of the scarring. 

Except for the wounds and some stains of dust or oil, it's... A very plain face, nothing he’s already seen on the Wanted posters.  

Cautiously, as if she was dealing with a stray animal, she leans forward again to tampon the wound with the garment but before she could touch him, he steals it from her hand, grunting. 

"It was easier to take care of you when you were asleep…" she mumbles, scrutinizing the various patches and bandages she must have put on him when he was unconscious. 

"I can take care of myself," he mutters, using his teeth to tighten the improvised bandaging around the shoulder. Feeling her stare boring through his skin, he turns to her. "What?" He snaps, without ripping his eyes off her own. 

For a very brief moment, she tilts her head to the side, the hair softly following her movement and uncovering her left eye in the slightest -and he now notices that the blue shade of the iris isn't as bright as the opposite one. It's a bit… paler, cloudy. It reminds him of the eyes of the old blind dude who sits every single day at the entrance of sector 6, going bagging (he doesn't even remember his name. But he knows the exact tonality of his voice brimmed with gratefulness whenever he thanks Shittyhair for giving him some money). 

It's just when the sparks in her eyes quiver that Katsuki realizes he's staring a little too long at her -although she doesn't seem bothered by it. 

She lets out a nervous giggle, grabbing a lock of hair with boths hands, curling it. 

"The fuck are you laughing for?" 

"Nothing... I'm surprised, that's all. Strangers usually don't look at my face for more than three seconds." A little wobble of uneasiness in her voice scrapes her quietness. She spares him one last glance before standing up, brushing her hands on the khaki shorts track that reveal the long stretch of her legs covered with little scars and plasters. A pair of metallic coverages run around her calves and connect to her boots -really, she seems just popped out from one of those fucking nerd-magazines that Four-Eyes used to read during lunch break, at school. "Do you need a hand?" She asks, stretching her hand over him. 

Bagukou frowns, lips twitching in a grimace. "I don't." He ignores her, slowly standing up. His jaw clenches for the stabbing pain that from his back spreads to his stomach, making him crumple on himself for a few seconds, feeling weak into his knees. Once the ache soothes, he straightens himself, giving a quick glance to his outfit to spot any other visible wound: his sleeveless turtleneck top and indigo pants are covered in dirt and cuts, but he's overall doing fine. His belt is still there and undamaged (thank God the grenades didn't explode during the impact, or he'd turn into a Bakumlette, like Dunce-Face would say). He takes a look around, spotting his mask laying at his feet, completely worn-out. "Where the fuck am I?" He kicks it away, irritated. 

"Sector Seven." The girl clasps her hands behind her back, sizing him up from head to toe. "What were you doing on the roof, by the way? This place is falling down, not even kids play up there anymore."

His muscles tense all at once. "How old do you think I am?! I'm not a fucking brat!" A vein starts pulsing on his crimson neck. "I was in sector Five!" 

More precisely, he was in sector Five to accomplish a very dangerous mission that only a great genius like him could face, but it's not the case to waste breath or time with a weirdo he'll never see again. 

She lets out a whistle, gazing at the ceiling. "It's been a long way down, then. You know? You should get your head checked to avoid some brain damage." She scrutinizes the ruby shade tinging his face, and his exposed sharp teeth. "I think the area that controls the mood is gone--"

"I'm doing fine!" He flips her off, receiving back an eye-roll. "Brain damage my ass…" he mumbles under his breath, moving toward the entrance.

Before he could take a step, though, her voice wafts over him, again. So annoying! Ugh, he knows her for barely five minutes and he already hopes for the ceiling to fall on top of her head…

"Hey, you forgot this!" She approaches him with a little (ridiculous) run, handing out the glove he couldn't find -a cloud of fruity scent cocoons him. "You lost it during the fall. Well, actually, I borrowed it from you while you were unconscious," she confesses, shamelessly, ignoring the furrow between his brows. 

He studies the gadget. Thankfully, it doesn't seem damaged, but he highly doubts it'll fully function. "Great… I survive a mortal fall, and the first person I meet is a thief." 

A pout tugs at her lips. "Thief… I gave it back." There's a little twitch of disgust in her mouth when her eyes lay again on the tool. "And, anyway, I'd never take that thing. It's shoddy, and ugly."

"It's just a damn glove…"

"It's an abomination! I hope you killed the asshole who sold it." She fixes her satchel, for the slightest second the long strap sits between her breast, accentuating the soft curve pressing against the fabric of the shirt (Bakugou shifts his stare away before he could actually notice such useless detail). "If you look carefully at the black market, there are some cheaper and more equipped gadgets. Sure, you gotta know where to search. I mean, you see here?" She grabs his wrist, catching him off guard. Her pointer taps on the button that connects to the detonator, which should trigger the explosions. "The button is placed in the wrong position, you can press it how much you want but it won't do anything." She pushes it just to prove her theory, uncaring that a blast could've hit her face. "And the threads? God, such a mess. They're too thin, you risk losing a hand and--"

"Don't touch me!" He pulls his arm back with a jerk, groaning. "What are you? Are you one of those nutcases of the Support Class?" He puts on the glove, ignoring her moan of disappointment.

"Never been there. Do I look like someone who could ever afford a prestigious school?" She stares at his back, watching him proceeding toward the exit. "I just love fixing up and building things! It's cool, you know? Putting all the pieces together, seeing your ideas work." Her footsteps echo behind him, getting closer. "What about you? Are you a vigilante? A Hero? I've never seen you down here, I'd remember a cute face like yours." She tweets.

There's a note of amusement in her voice that sits uncomfortably in his ribcage, for reasons he can’t pinpoint nor he cares to analyze.

Bakugou curses under his breath. Why is she following him?! Actually, why is she pestering him with so many questions?! People in the slums tend to ignore strangers, aware that they could run up in criminals. Instead, this weirdo seems… interested in him. Holy shit, she reminds him of his old annoying classmates who tried at all costs to make him join boring group activities (definitely, he doesn't miss this part of U.A.)

"Do I look like one of them?" 

"Well, the scowl on your face is the same. The rudeness, too--"

"What?!"

"You remind me of Endeavor. You know? Once, he came here to take care of a villain who escaped from prison. Kids were so excited, it's a rarity to see Heros wandering here in the slums. He treated them so badly they cried for days, poor things--"

Bakugo stiffens. Is she insulting him?! He isn't like Endeavor! Hell no! There's no way he resembles the (at least for him) eternal number two Hero! Point 1), he is now the number one only because All Might isn't here anymore, which isn't exactly an honor; Point 2), he's IcyCold's father, it makes him want to throw up the idea of being mixed up with that fool! And point 3), Endeavor isn’t exactly a good man. I mean, Katsuki personally doesn’t give a fuck about Half-’n-half awful situation at home, but being perfectly aware of the main reason behind Shoto’s birth and the emotional luggage he is carrying on his shoulders, well, it isn’t a privileged to be compared to that crappy dude -no matter how strong he is.

"Or--ah! Maybe you're a villain!" She exclaims, not in the least terrorized by this chance. "You look like someone who'd like to slice me right now."

"Believe me, nobody needs to be a villain to desire this--"

"Here you are, you little rat!" 

Bakugo halts his own walk, attention instantly drawn to three men who block the only way out -the girl beside him gulps, hands clutching at the lace of the bag in a tight grip. “What’s now?” he mutters, words bubbling up with rage.

As usual, his mind starts leafing through the various Wanted posters he memorized during his sleepless nights, pinpointing them: they belong to Novo's gang, notorious for being one of the long-running organizations dedicated to drug dealings (their trades are so deep-rooted they practically receive the support from some Hero agencies, helping them to operate in the shadow in exchange for some drugs). That being said, the bounty of these three is so meager it isn't worth wasting energies over them: following Aizawa's research, they don't belong to the circle of privileged close to their boss; even if he'd like to use them as hostages to get the ball rolling, Novo would never come out in the light to dirt his hands for them. But even more important: they seem interested only in the weirdo next to him -and who is he to stop the elimination of another oxygen-waster on this planet?

All things considered, he should leave, go back to the base, get a refreshing shower and put the word end to this horrible day. 

But just when he's about to actually follow his plan, the girl backs off, accidentally bumping into his arm -and for a very brief moment, a weak voice he hasn't heard in such a long time inside of him cripples him up from head to toe, begging him to stay and do something nice, so he can start washing away all the dirty staining his consciousness.

"C'mon, you know my name. It's Aeri. It's short and cute, use it!" The girl's voice is playful (with the corner of his eye, Bakugou catches her thumb pressing on the bracelet connected to the gloves. A series of numbers twinkle in red on a small screen, but from that distance he can’t read them clearly). "What do I owe the displeasure?"

The man in the center, burly and shorter than his mates, takes a step forward. "Did you forget you still owe us 679.462,50 Yen?"

She rests a hand on her heart, sighing. "Aw, just that? And I thought you came here only to offer me dinner."

"I'd never ask you out! I don't have such a poor taste in women!" He yells, stamping a foot on the ground. "You're three days past the deadline, and Novo-sama isn't very happy." He smirks, eyes filled with a murderous glint of excitement. "And you know what happens when he isn't happy."

Bakugou's stare widens in the slightest, eyes now drifting to the girl. Now… if you live in the slums long enough to survive, it's the norm to get involved with the wrong companies; but, well… Scarface here doesn't look like the type of person who'd mix up with one of the most dangerous criminals out there -especially when they've tight bonds with law-enforcement. It's interesting, he has to admit to himself. He wonders what type of role she has (or had) in his organization, since that piece of shit is famous for using women only to satiate his sexual urges and then getting rid of them when he's bored (usually, abandoned in some halleys. Lifeless). His curiosity withers in a heartbeat, though -just the time to remind himself he doesn't give a damn about an annoying stranger (who compared him to Endeavor, moreover! He's pissed! He'll ever forgive her for this affront!)

The problem is that when you're an excellent bounty hunter, it gets hard to pass unnoticed. So, Bakugou isn't very much surprised when the three of them point their wide gazes at him -he is slightly frustrated, actually, because it means he's about to get involved into some shit he doesn't care about. 

"But, you are--" the tallest one on the right indicates him. "You are Bakugou the bounty hunter! The fuck are you doing here?!"

The girl turns to him, eyelids fluttering quickly. A victorious grin blooms on her lips, index finger immediately stretching in his direction. "Pretty-Eyes here is my bodyguard!"

Pretty-Eyes?!

"What the hell?!" The three criminals shout, after a second of astonishment. 

Bodyguard?! PRETTY-EYES?!

“Stop being surprised, I'm the only one who can be surprised!” Katsuki turns to her, shark-mode fully activated. "What the hell is this bull?! And don't call me Pretty-Eyes, it's disgusting!" He grunts, giving his back to them to search for another escape. Enough of all this joke. "She's all yours, guys. Play with her how much you want--"

With a rapid jerk, Aeri situates herself in front of him, close. Too close. Her fruity scent is even more intense at this distance -it's like a slap into his stomach for the memories it digs out from the tombs he crafted in the past year. He instinctively backs off, chin rising up in an intimidatory gesture that, alas, doesn't affect her in the slightest. 

"Wait, help me escape from them," she says above a whisper, throwing a quick-worried glance over his shoulder. "I'll pay you well!" 

A little frown appears between his knitted brows, his red eyes now sinking into the cobalt blue of her own. 

This… stinks. 

Katsuki knows that this won't lead to anything good. He should mind his own business and not get involved in other people's problems. I mean, fuck! He stopped a long time ago helping others -it's not his damn job! Protecting the weakest is a Hero task and he isn't one -he doesn't want to be one anymore! He goes after villains only for a reward, not for fame! 

But when she delivers him a small smile, and the only visible eye trembles with expectation, something inside of him shudders. Like a chord, vibrating in the abyss of his chest -the same vibration he could feel reverberating to every inch of him during a training, an exam, or the internship. 

The feeble voice inside of him tells him that this is his chance to shine -to prove that he is still the number one (furthermore, Scarface here wants to pay him to punch three extras, and money is always a good cause to fight for…)

So, he lets out a barely whispered curse under his breath, giving in. 

"What a bore…" he mumbles, scratching his nape. He shoves her aside brusquely, staring at the criminals. "Go hiding somewhere, don't stand in my way or I'll personally kill you." He hisses, without sparing her a glance. 

Bakugou clenches his left hand into a fist and presses it against the opposite palm, watching the enemies get ready to fight back. 

Ok, the situation is pretty messed up: he's at a disadvantage, he doesn't know the Quirk of his opponents -although the only threatening one among them is the dude to the left, tall and beefy (his bicep is as big as his head, just saying…), and he's equipped with gadgets that no longer work. To make matters worse, he's to keep a check on a dead weight with cobalt eyes who can't comprehend the meaning of: "Go hiding somewhere, don't stand in my way or I'll personally kill you" since she's still there beside him holy fucking shit what the hell is she doing there?!

Bakugou would like to yell at her to grab this chance and hightail it, but the abovementioned Muscles-Man suddenly moves, catching his utmost attention. Despite the ache that engraves down to his bones, his body instantly turns into fight-mode, fists lifted up to parry an eventual attack and legs angled to be quick in his movements. 

The adversary doesn't start a frontal attack, though. Under the satisfied grins of his mates, he proceeds to his left to approach the iron beams resting on the wall… and he lifts them up as if he was grabbing a feather -his muscles increase in volume in the process. 

Bakugou's eyes grow bigger. Great. Just great! An enemy whose Quirk is super-strength is really the cherry on top of this horrendous day! He slightly shakes his head, staying focused. He has to think of a good strategy, a direct attack is excluded -he isn't so suicidal to flying into his arms and ending up in pulverized bones. 

Think, Katsuki. Think, think, thinkthinkthink--!

"Move away!" He turns toward the girl the instant he notices Muscles-Man pulling back the improvised weapons, ready to toss them in their direction. He instinctively jerks to the side, just before one the iron beam could smash into his stomach -the air generated by the throw swipes away the dust and soil laying on the ground, cocooning him in a fog that makes it hard to distinguish the surroundings. 

When the cloud dissipates, he vaguely pinpoints Scarface sitting on the ground, observing the iron beams sticking into the wall with a feared look. Bakugou notices the extremity of the objects resting on the ground, secured enough to be climbed -the same thoughts must have crossed the girl's head, because she's now gazing up, contemplating the scaffolding running along the upper part of the room. 

If this was one of the many training lessons he attended during his years at school, the professors would have told him to focus on the victims -to rescue them taking into consideration the environment, their conditions, securing the perimeter first. But this is real life, not a game set up specifically to verify their improvements -and in real life, Bakugou can't waste time over her. He has to take care of the enemies. 

"Go hiding somewhere! You're in the way!" He yells, catching Tall-Dude dashing toward her with his hands now morphed into two hatchets. 

Bakugou takes his foot forward, ready to run toward her, but a sudden grip around his thigh impedes him to move, dragging him down to the ground. He squelches a moan into his mouth for the pain spreading down his leg, pulled tightly and bleeding: a barbed chord wraps him down to his knee, plunged deep into his flesh--and, actually, it isn't a chord; the fingers of Shorty have morphed into a barbed-wire-like limbs and are now tugging at him, plunging into the flesh. 

A jerk pulls his leg forward, his body is dragged now toward the villain, his side rubs against the ground. He sticks his fingers on the ground, applying pressure to stop his action, but the enemy is now using the fingers of his opposite hands, making it hard to stay still. 

Bakugou's stare shifts in all directions searching for a handhold, and finally lands on the suspension scaffolding just above their heads (he catches Aeri in the act of crouching down to dodge the atchet, before running away from the criminal exhaling a shout), An idea rushes through his mind. It's only a palliative, nothing that would really damage the criminals -but it'd give him enough time to run away. 

Grinding his teeth, he grabs one of his grenades and pulls out the trigger, tossing it to scaffolding. An explosion follows a few seconds after, distracting Muscles-Man and Shorty, busy avoiding the various things falling on top of their heads. 

Bakugou grabs the barbed-limbs into his fists and activates the gadgets, shearing them off with a blast that burns his palms, too. Shorty's cries of pain scratch the air, he uses their momentary distraction to disentangle himself from the chords (Shorty is holding his own hands, the fingers chopped off due to the explosion bleed copiously). 

He hardly stands up, ignoring the pain into his leg, searching for Scarface. 

Tall-Dude is now close to Aeri, ready to beat his hatchet-like-hand on her head. 

Why the fuck is she staying in the battlefield?! She's just an obstacle, she risks getting both of them killed, she--!

A piercing shout echoes in the room, right where Scarface is standing. Bakugou turns to her in a rush and with much of his surprise, she hasn't been the one to exhale this agonizing noise. Actually, she's been able to counterattack the criminal, hurting him: her hands, welded against his head, emits jolts of electricity, while her leg is bent mid-air as if she just gave a kick into his stomach. When she pulls away, applying a light pressure, he notices that the mechanism wrapped around her calf extracted some spikes from her boots. A trail of blood stains the floor when she pulls the leg back with a jerk, the man now falling on his knees, arms wrapped around his stomach. 

Bakugou's stare grows wider, his jaw almost drops on the ground.

What. The. Fuck!

Bodyguard my ass! This psychopath can take care of her own, she doesn't need a fucking bodyguard! These three useless pieces of shit need a bodyguard, at a closer look! 

Still puzzled over her move, he stands still on his spot. It's only when she approaches him in a rush, grabbing his hand, that he comes back to his senses.

"C'mon, Pretty-Eyes, it's our chance!" She exclaims, yanking him a little. 

Annoyance tinges the tip of his ears of a bright ruby shade (and yes, it's annoyance! It must be it! If Bakugou says that annoyance is making him blush, then it must be so!) shark-like teeth now exposed. 

"Don't touch me! And stop ordering me around, and stop calling me Pretty-Eyes!" 

"Anything else?" She teases him. 

He wiggles out of her grip, quickly limping toward the iron beams due to the fresh wound on his thigh. "Follow me and keep up with me!" Without exposing his plan, he starts climbing them up smoothly -Scarface is immediately behind him, climbing up difficulty, hands clutching to the sides of the improvised bridge to keep herself in balance. 

With a jump, Bakugou latches onto the edge of the scaffolding to his right, applying pressure into his arms to lift himself up. Once up, he starts running toward some broken windows, the only possible way out. He gazes over his shoulder to search for the criminals -they're still down below, too busy taking care of their own wounds to waste time over them. 

He presses the palm against the window and releases a blast, getting rid of the obstacle. He peers out, noticing a crossbeam running down below. He turns, throwing a glance toward the girl… who's still climbing. 

"You're still there?!"

"W-wait!" Aeri crouches down, studying the distance between her and the scaffolding -she resembles a cat wiggling on the spot before taking a jump (he wonders if she'll do it or if she'll miserably crush down). 

"Move your ass, Scarface, or I'm leaving you behind!" He shouts, watching her jump and almost slipping on the edge while trying to lift herself up. 

She rests a hand on the scaffolding, finally pulling herself up. "It's-it's not as easy as it seems!" She exclaims between pants, the face bright red for the effort. 

Ascertained that she's out of danger, Bakugou escapes from the window. He travels along the scaffolding running along the warehouse, which connects to the next building. Despite the pain, he starts running and climbing down, finally reaching the ground. Bakugou rubs his forearm on his forehead to swipe away the sweat mixed with dust. He casts a glance down to his leg, observing the blood staining the trousers. 

What a fucking, horrible day!

First, a Big Bounty dashes away for the umptenth time; then, he plummets in a damn hole, crossing two sectors at the speed of light, risking to smash into pieces; least but not last, he becomes the bodyguard (against his will) of a fucking weirdo that spreads electricity from her hands and pulls out spikes from her boots. 

"What a bore…" he straightens himself, giving a look around. "Ok… how the fuck do I go back up?" He scrutinizes the various pillars sustaining the upper sectors, noticing a step-ladder usually used by maintenance technicians. From up there, he should be able to reach the base and--!

"Hey! You're too fast!" Scarface's voice seeps through his thoughts, tensing up all his muscles. The girl is slowly descending the scaffolding, jumping down only when a few steps separate her from the ground. She exhales a long sigh. "Pretty-Eyes, let me tell you: you suck as a bodyguard," she says between pants. "Leaving a gentle, fragile flower like me behind all alone--"

"You're nothing like a gentle, fragile flower, Scarface!"

"How rude… The name's Aeri, anyway. Scarface isn't nice." A small pout tugs at her lips, hands running to grab at the locks of hair escaping from the bun (well, what's left of it). 

"It suits you." He grins, jamming his hands into his pockets. "Also, from when gentle flowers have spikes coming out their boots?"

At those words, she delivers him a beaming smile, forgetful of his rude manners. "Did you like it?! I built it myself! And these gloves, too!" She joins her fingertips, jolts of electricity run over her covered fingers. "You can set the electrical power you prefer!" Her smile doesn't flip off her face despite the bored expression that's morphing his face in a grimace. "It was so fun! We should do it again, we've been pretty cool down there. A great duo!" 

Bakugou's eyes grow wider, a stabbing pain clutches around his frantic heart…

"You two are a great duo, young Bakugou…"

Her cheer words sit between the folds of his brain, make their way in the cracks and dig up things he thought dead and gone.  

Bakugou rests a hand on his head, shaking it. "This is the first and last time I'll have to put up with you! Instead… where is my money?" A vein pops out on his neck before her confused look. "You said you'd pay me well."

"Oh, that…" she ruffles her hair, swiping away some cement dust. "I don't have money right now, but--"

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" He opens his palm, a few sparks start crackling. 

"No, I wasn't--and I've never talked about money! I can offer you something better! Ahm, what about… a date?" Aeri flashes him a smile. She's serious. Too damn serious. 

His ruby eyes widen once again, his jaw almost drops on the ground.

This… must be a fucking nightmare! Aside from the fact that he doesn't have any time for such a crappy bull -but even if he had, he'd never go out with a psychopath like her! He… Bakugou isn't cut for such shit! He's doing perfectly fine all alone! In his situation, love and affection and all that shit is just a waste of time, an obstacle! He's never cared about them and he highly doubts he'll ever want to deal with his crap till he’ll exhale his last breath! 

Bakugou grinds his teeth. "... Are you fucking kidding me?" He repeats, hissing. He studies her peaceful expression, refraining himself from punching her. "And, even if I'd accept this horrendous invitation… how would you have paid?"

She shrugs. "My plan was to grab a bite and run away before getting the check."

"Fuck off…" he curses under his breath, jamming his hands inside the pockets of his trousers. "Don't you dare to follow me!"

How could he fall in such a stupid trap?! He's usually smarter than this! Ugh, he must have hit his head pretty badly…

"Aw, you don't even walk a damsel in distress home?" She claps her hands behind her back, watching his retracting figure. "See you soon, Pretty-Eyes!" 

"Forget it! I hope we won't meet again, Scarface!" Bakugou flips her off, her airy chuckle wafts over him, all his muscles tensing up for the annoyance and the carefreeness of that sound. 

Ugh, like hell their path will cross again! He doesn't want to see her face anymore--well, actually, he'd like to see it again. 

Preferably on the news. On the obituary section. 

● 

When Bakugou finally reaches their hideout, the neon lights of the district's nightclubs situated into Sector Four already twinkle intermittently, emitting buzzing sounds. 

Hands jammed inside his pockets, he kicks the door that leads to their common room. The television is on, jerky news passes on the screen.

"The discovery of another body with odd mutations causes alarm into Sector Three. Police are investigating, but discontent sets in amidst the slums population, who start wondering where the Heroes are."

"Heroes only care about the Capital! They don't have time to take care of the slums issues--"

"This is the sixth case in a month. And it was closer to the uptowns, this time…" Kaminari comments, changing channel. 

Kirishima nods, slowly munching his rice. His attention shifts from the screen to Katsuki, standing still on the doorframe. "Bakugou!" He exclaims, slamming his hands on the table. Drops of water fall from the tips of his pitch-dark hair cascading straight along his features, the towel around his shoulders almost falls on his lap. "Welcome back!" He flashes him a bright smile, uncaring of the grains of rice sticking to the corner of his mouth. "Ah, your leg--" concern dances across his face as soon as he notices the blood staining his thigh. 

"I'm fine…" he mumbles, heading toward the counter running behind the kitchen stoves, trying to hide the pain behind a deep frown. "Did you consign those extras?"

Denki takes a sip of beer, nodding. "Aha, we’ll survive for this week, too." He rests his hands on the ground, crossing his legs. "We arrived up to the sixth sector to find you, but the place was full of vigilantes. I think that the mess we made drew their attention." 

"Or the Kusuri Brothers alerted them." Kirishima barges in, pouty. "Didn't you notice? Their warehouse was full of smuggled weapons and still they didn't bat an eye." His mouth opens in a sharp-toothy smile. "We're glad you're all in one piece, though! And thanks for saving me, back then. If it wasn't for you, I--"

"I had to, I was the only one who could survive from such a fall!" Bakugou interrupts, resting his chin upon his palm. "Otherwise, we'd be here preparing your funeral! I could never stand Dunce-Face crying, he'd made me want to kill him too!" Following his rude statement, Kirishima giggles -ignoring Kaminari's complaints.

"By the way, who treated you?" Denki asks, scrutinizing the bendages and patches soaked with clotted blood. 

Bakugou gives him back a loud grunt, silently telling him that this is a no-topic. His question triggers his mind into wandering through those infernal moments in the company of Scarface (ugh, he wonders how long will it take to his mind to erase that pain in the ass with red hair). 

Dunce-Face waits for a follow-up that doesn't come, sighing. "First aid kit coming… you look like shit." 

Bakugou's nerves tense up. "What did you say? Repeat it, if you dare!" He turns to him, watching his figure disappear behind a door. "Hey, Dunce-Face--"

"Bakugou, you almost ruined everything, as usual," Aizawa announces himself with a bored tone, darting him a somber stare that has him muttering under his breath. "Am I wrong or did I tell you to fly under the radar?" He ruffles his hair tied up in a tail, heading toward the kitchen. He grabs a mug from the cupboard. 

Eijirou eats the last shreds of rice. "Bakugou doesn't like following plans."

"And he isn't cut out for teamwork," Kaminari says, reappearing with the first aid kit under his arm. 

"Not when the team is made of losers and when the plans are boring." Bakugou grins, drumming his fingers on the counter. 

"Who's the loser who fell into a hole?"

"You piece of--"

Aizawa's surly stare flickers from him to Denki, quashing their quarrel. "Talking about more serious things… Kirishima told me about your Quirk. The problem is getting worse…" he starts, pouring some coffee into the mug. "Don't you think we should talk about it?"

"There's nothing to talk about, it's all good!" Bakugou replies, aggressively -mostly because Shittyhair revealed a personal issue that he's able to handle all by himself. "You're worrying over nothing."

Aizawa scans the white tissue around his shoulder, the expression on his face darkens. "If your Quirk doesn't work soon and properly, you'll risk getting yourself killed." He ignores his barely mumbled curses, adding, "That's why you're out until we'll solve this issue."

Bakugou's eyes grow wider, an uncomfortable weight sits into his lungs, making it hard to breathe. Is he… shoving him on the sidelines?! Him?

Aizawa seems to read past the rage now filling his eyes and stiffening his features. "Don't stress yourself, I've already found a solution. But until it'll be done, consider yourself on holiday."

Kirishima pats his shoulder, delivering him an encouraging smile. "Professor Aizawa thought you could use some gadgets--ahm, sorry," he bows a little, feeling Aizawa's somber stare boring holes through his skin. 

"I'm already using them. And guess what? They don't work!"

"That's because you keep stealing them from petty thieves, or from scraps of the black market," Dunce-Face comments, handing him the first aid kit. "It's a miracle you haven't lost a hand yet."

"About that, I already asked for help from a person who could momentarily help you." 

"A brainiac! Ganzo Kogu!" Silence lingers in the air, following Eijirou’s announcement -like this name should trigger some kind of anxiety or astonishment amidst them. 

Kaminari leans forward, resting his chin upon his crossed arms. “Ganzo Kogu... oh, I know who he is! He invented the first prototypes of robots used for military drills! The same that Academies use for training Heroes!” He gives Aizawa a surprised look. “How did you convince such a bigwig to help this one?”

“What’s with that condescending tone?!”

“He stopped working for the government a long time ago. Now, he takes care of the maintenance of the lower sectors, or helps whoever is in need,” their chief explains, “Anyway, he couldn’t make it. His daughter will come, instead. She’s good. You know the water pump in Sector Six? She fixed it.”

At that piece of news, Eijirou’s eyes shimmer. “Wah! It was a disaster, she must be good then! Bakugou, you’re going to get a wonderful gadget!”

Even Denki’s eyes shimmer -but, well, for different reasons. “Wah! A girl is coming here! I hope she’s cute. Is she cute, Aizawa-san?"

Kirishima chuckles. "Since Ganzo-san is very old, she’s probably around your mother’s age. Unless she's into toyboys, don't think you'll have any chance…"

"She’s around your age…” 

"Perfect!" Kaminari lifts his thumbs up, smirking. 

Kirishima scratches his hair, thoughtful. "But, didn't you say that you've a girlfriend waiting for you, back at home?"

Denki sinks his head into his arms crossed on the table, exhaling a whining sound. "She isn't my girlfriend. And if I'd come back now, she'd use her Quirk to smash my brain." He sighs, resting his hands on his cheeks. "She's so beautiful, and strong. She already forgot about me, for sure."

"Disgusting…" Bakugou comments above a whisper, without even trying to hide the grimace now grooving over his lips. He ignores the two mates busy talking about this "cool girl" he doesn't give a damn about, meeting Aizawa's eyes. "Do we really have to do this?"

"It's not negotiable. And it's for your good…" he averts his stare, hiding a glint of worry he rarely saw on his face, trailing it to the red light twinkling above the door. "She must be here… listen, treat her well. Her father is a good friend."

He grunts, displaying his scarce enthusiasm. Who knows who's this brainiac's daughter. He hopes she isn't one of those crazy belonging to the Support Group -he already had to deal with a crazy lover of constructions today, he'd never stand another one!

"Aaah, I hope she's cute!" Kaminari repeats, excited, shoving his hair back, fixing the pins that pull his fringe back. "It's been a lot since I've seen a cute girl here. And when you do, they just want to cut off your balls and steal your wallet."

"Maybe you're just annoying."

"I don't accept criticism from someone who never gave his first kiss."

Katsuki stiffens. "How do you know--" he turns toward Kirishima, throwing him a murderous glance. "Shittyhair!"

"I-it slipped by mistake! We were a bit drunk and-and there's nothing wrong with being a virgin at nineteen years old!"

"You. Are. Dead!" Bakugou stands up in a jolt, ready to pounce on Eijirou (and then, he'll punch Dunce-Face too because he's having too much fun, considering he's now cackling in the background)...

"Did it take you much to find the place?"

"No, Oldie gave me good instructions. Ah, he apologizes for not being able to come here, but constructions in Sector Eight are taking longer than expected."

 Bakugou tightens the grip around Eijirou's shirt, his muscles tensing up all at once. Oh, shit, this voice…

"Don't worry. How are the works going?"

"Good! He's making a system to sustain the weight of the upper levels. The pillars are made of shoddy material, he asked for support from the Capital but they haven't replied yet… oh well, don't think they'll ever do."

No. No. NoNoNoNoNo it can't be! This is a nightmare! This--!

A cold chill travels down his spine as soon as the squeak of the door wafts over him, followed by that familiar (and, oh, so annoying) airy chuckle. Turning to the door goggle-eyed, a muscle twitches in his jaw, spotting the figure of the girl standing beside Aizawa, glancing back at him with the same astonishment. 

"Aeri-kun, that's Bakugou, the boy I told you about." His chief introduces him, scraping the silence now settled upon them. 

The surprise dancing across her features eclipses behind a bright smile. "Pretty-Eyes, hi!" That silly nickname tumbles off her tongue with amusement. "It's destiny that we meet again!" 

Bakugou stays still, crippled up for all that teasing brilliance that's squashing him. It's just when his mates squelch a chuckle, hissing a feeble: "Pretty-Eyes" that the rage finally melts away the tension settled in his body.

"Scarface?!" Katsuki points his fingers at her, his face now turned into shark-mode. "What the hell are you doing here?!" Still with his pointer pinned at her figure, he turns toward Aizawa. "What the hell is she doing here?! I don't want to deal with her anymore!"

"Oh, so you already know each other?" Kirishima's stare flickers from him to her. "Ahm, I'm Kirishima Eijirou, by the way! Thanks for helping Bakugou out!" He politely greets her, averting her stare and trailing it on a spot on the wall (less than two seconds, Bakugou notices).

Dunce-Face seems to have lost his excitement, probably because Aeri isn't as pretty as the girl he was expecting. But it doesn't take him much to pull himself out of his own disappointment, flashing her a small smile.

“And I’m Kaminari Denki!" He indicates the chair situated against the counter. "Please have a seat, and don't mind the mess. We usually don't have many cute visitors--”

"She isn't cute, put some fucking glasses on Dunce-Face!" Katsuki darts a caustic glance to his ex-teacher, who's shuffling behind the counter, ignoring their show. "And she isn’t going to help me! I refuse! Use your damn force and send her on the Moon, Shittyhair!"

She stands on the doorframe, unbothered by his behavior or his vitriolic comments. "I'm Aeri, nice to meet you all. Ah, Aizawa-san, I think you should keep an eye on him. He hit his head pretty badly and his mood--"

"My mood is fine!"

"Don't worry, he's done like this..."

"Bakugo is explosive!" Kirishima giggles, sharp-teeth exposed. "So? How do you know each other?" 

"Fate is a piece of shit."

"He fell from the sky like an angel."

Bakugou darts her a caustic glance, hands curling into fists as if he had to hit her with his explosions. "You little--" his words fade into a squelched moan when Aizawa immobilizes him with his binding cloth, dragging him toward the counter. 

"Forgive him. I'd love to say he's usually polite and it's a bad day…" 

Scarface giggles. "Don't worry, it's ok. He isn't the worst person I have met." She sits on a chair, resting her bag on her lap. "So… you lost your Quirk. I should've known it, going around with that disgusting stuff so shamelessly…"

"I didn't lose it!" Now free from his chief weapon, Bakugo sits down across from her. "And I don't need your help!"

"Ok, give me your hand," she says, ignoring his comment. "Let me check what I can do for you…"

"Forget it--hey, stop, don't touch me!" A loud curse flies out his mouth for Aeri's fingers now gently wrapping around his wrist, dragging it now toward her. He tries to set himself free from her grip, but Aizawa uses once again his binding cloth, impeding him to move a single muscle. 

The silence that now falls upon them is thick. It's crystal clear that his ex-teacher, Kirishima and Dunce-Face are waiting with bated breath for her verdict; while Bakugou… ugh, he's so fucking annoyed that his life is now entertwined once again with Scarface's. Like, he doesn't need anyone's help! The matter with his Quirk is just a momentary issue, why is everyone treating him like this?! Moreover, why is she now sniffing his palm?! Oh God, she's creepy as fuck! She--!

Kirishima leans forward, expectation streams in his wide eyes. "So, Aeri-san… can you help him?"

Scarface studies the drop of his sweat now staining her fingers, head tilted to the side. Then, she inches away from him, her stare now engulfing into his own, ruby and filled with rage. There’s a weird glint streaming in her cobalt blue eyes, a spark he can’t label but that sets a thousand shivers free to run down his spine.

Then, she grins.  "Yeah… but it'll cost you a lot, Pretty-Eyes." 

Katsuki clenches his fists so hard that his knuckles turn white. He'd like to stand up and slap her and make her pay for using that fucking nickname before his "friends", but Aizawa's binding cloth are still secured all over him, covering his mouth too. 

"He accepts and thanks you for your help," Aizawa answers for him, ignoring his muffled grunts. 

Kaminari is choking on his laughter, resting his hand on Eijirou’s shoulder -who’s badly trying to squelch a chuckle. "Pretty-Eyes… I’m so glad I’m alive to witness this memorable moment."

And… Well, this is how it all begins.

This is the story of Katsuki Bakugou and how he passed from being a promising Pro Hero with a bright future ahead of him, to a bounty hunter, to an alleged villain with a bounty on his head… before finally realizing the biggest dream of his life: becoming one of the greatest Heroes of all time.

[antdays]

Following the death of a neighbour, twelve-year-old Izuku makes a friend in a graveyard boy named Katsuki, who is smart and kind and perfect in a way no one else has ever been.

But Katsuki is strange, too. His face and name aren't his own. He switches moods at the drop of a hat. He knows things he shouldn't and every conversation makes Izuku's head spin.

Katsuki is strange.

And he's hiding something.

[danpuff-ao3]

ChaosBlue, my Bethy, host of @fanficmaverickpodcast...I wasn't sure I would do this one, as she's not all over Tumblr, but, well...I'd be remiss not to take a chance to talk about such a sweet friend!

I first met dear B after the episode she did with perverse_idyll. The encouragement to reach out about an episode sort of stuck with me. I was so impressed with the work on the Fanfic Maverick podcast, and it seemed super fun...What did I have to lose? So I drafted an email and then promptly hid from the internet for a while, because wow scary! My brain is quite mean and I was thinking such rudeness as "she's going to laugh at you. Like, who tf is this lady and why would anyone wanna talk to her??" I am very anxious and insecure, okay? And I live in fear of rejection.

Only...that didn't happen! She was perfectly sweet and excited and we got to planning! We had to schedule a ways out, which was fine. At least in the moment it was fine, but that much time gave me plenty of time to worry myself to death LOL. And when it came time to record, she was very patient and encouraging. We had all sortsa tech issues to sort out, and then my nerves to settle.

Thus was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

Sometime before our interview, I believe...(maybe, my recollection of the timeline is a bit fuzzy)...okay, so at some point, I reached out after listening to another FFM episode to explode astrology nerdery all over her. To which she was very receptive! And if you know me, you know I love to talk! The first several times I reached out via email just to chat, I was so worried I was being a bother. We're well past that now! Now I text whatever randomness is on my mind, and if I'm very chatty I return to emails.

Astrology, crystals, numerology, tarot, philosophy, all manner of things! We talk about life, and history, and a shared enthusiasm of terribly human characters.

What you need to know about Bethy is...she is the GOAT, fr. (And not just because she's a Capricorn, though that certainly helps.) She is a KING. She is Daddy. She is badass and amazing. Super professional and personable on the podcast. So creative, and so much enthusiasm for life and for people. She has an endless well of curiosity and compassion.

We've talked a lot about my anxiety and how long and how hard I've fought through it. How much it took for me to reach out to her in the first place. And I'm glad I did. Not only was being on the podcast twice (so far!) a great experience, but more importantly it earned me an incredible friend who I am lucky to have. And it's comforting to know that...facing those fears and trying new things can bring you all sorts of blessings. The most important of which are friends.

Okay no time to cry, gotta leave RECS.

The Fanfic Maverick Podcast

Ep. 3 - #CobraKai - Interview With Fanfiction Writer Storyshark2005 (@talkinfanfic) - I had 0 interest in Cobra Kai but listening to this? Suddenly interest!

Fanfiction History with Talkin' Fanfic PART TWO (@talkinfanfic) and Part 1 on Talkin' Fanfic here.

Ep. 20 - #GameOfThrones - Interview With Fanfiction Writer Priestess_of_Groove

Ep. 21 - #HarryPotter - Interview With Fanfiction Writer SouthronWildling - Drarry a/b/o fic!

Ep. 25 - #HarryPotter - Interview With Fanfiction Writer Perverse_Idyll (@perverse-idyll) - probably my favorite episode so far!

Year-End Recap: Behind The Scenes Chat - 1 year anniversary episode with ChaosBlue and her brother! Very wholesome stories and a sweet sibling vibe! Gave me all the feelings. (Also I too have a brother David so I was weirdly extra excited??)

Ep. 28 - #HP: NextGen & MHA - Interview With Fanfiction Writer MicheleBlack (@micheleblack)

Ep. 29 - #TheTerror - Interview With Fanfiction Writer Snagov (@ripeteeth) - another case of "wow I had no interest in this fandom before, but now...?" Also teeth is amazing!

Ep. 30 - #HP: Tom Riddle - Interview With Fanfiction Writer Phantomato (@phantomato) - oh wow lotsa good stuff in this one! Gave me all the Voldemort feels when I hadn't really had much interest in the character prior. This episode had the biggest impact on my actual reading habits as I started to look more into Voldemort-centric fics than I had before, and I'm quite glad for it!

Ep. 32 - #HP: Snarry - Interview With Fanfiction Writer Danpuff - oh look, it's me!

KC PLanet Comicon Recap With Talkin' Fanfic - ngl I wish I had been there for Comicon last year and this year! Seems so fun!

Ep. 35 - #OurFlagMeansDeath - Interview With Fanfiction Writer Mia_Ugly (@mia-ugly) - I knew mia_ugly from Snarry fic (of course) but now OFMD???? I ran to those fics, let me tell you. (I really do need to read more OFMD fics, fr.)

October Frolic: Controversial Fanfic Ships & Tropes - me again! We do love our controversial stuff!

Ep. 46 - #Supernatural - Interview With Fanfiction Writer Thanks Tacos

Ep. 49 - #Sherlock - Interview With Fanfiction Writer AtlinMerrick

Ep. 51 - #HP: Snarry & Severitus - Interview With Fanfiction Writer SerenaEW - loved this one! I was so excited to see she'd interviewed Serena! What a sweetie (the both of them.)

Truly a great podcast, even if you're not familiar with specific fandoms. They're still cool to hear about and it's always so fascinating to hear from other creators. And through it all lives on ChaosBlue's great love and appreciation for fandom, creation, learning, and people.

I love you, buddy!

for an explanation about Mutuals March, or to figure out why i wrote you a thing, please check out this post.

[yumenofude]

IzuOcha Week 2k17: Day 6 - Loss [of memories]

Alright I just lost control of the situation and ended up creating a villain OC in BnHA? His power is to “hack” people’s memory by touch like a virus in a computer. He can erase or modify them. Here’s his profile and I love him very much that wasn’t planned either:

PS: The person’s body has to be entirely covered by the lines of the “virus” for the process to be complete. Ochako is about to lose everything but her feelings and mind are fighting back and her body reacts with tears.

[june-again]

Do you have any good hq blog recs

no 😤 BUT I do have some FANTASTIC recs!! this ended up as me yelling about my moots for about two hours but it's okay. I tried to include a fic rec with each person because they're all WOW. but it was so hard picking just one in many instances pls (in alphabetical order bc there are many)

@bokubonk - I LITERALLY BINGED A TON OF MAI'S STUFF AT ONE POINT BECAUSE I PHYSICALLY COULD NOT STOP . i have so many recommendations but i have to settle for "your name" with tanaka because h h hhhh she he him tanaka HE WOW CHARACTERIZATION

@/cafemiya - (I'M LITERALLY TOO INTIMIDATED BY HER TO ACTUALLY TAG HER LOL FDSJDKFLSKJ) i swear this WOMAN 😭😭😭 i am in love with her blog and her writing? there's really nothing to say except for WOW🌸 and please go read Romancing because it is one of my favourite fics on the planet <3

@daddyjackfrost - WJOW HANA IS UNMATCHED WHEN IT COMES TO VIVID WRITING VNWENOIFN plus she is very funny and definitely someone i want to just, like, be stuck with for a few hours KJDLFSJLK okay it was hard to pick one but i really liked her claustrophobic s/o drabble and also um. this atsumu fic. but warning there is angst. like a lot of angst. hana defn be queen of angst tho

@fail-big - jenny is so interesting to talk to and her writing reflects what a deep thinker she is. the angst BURNS but it is so well written that it's addicting hhhhhh pls the iwaizumi trilogy "savior of stains" AND OMG fdskjLJLKSFD "goose" WAS ACTUALLY A MASTERPIECE I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW how am i supposed to only pick a few just go read them all guys wow

@floralkawa - okay first off the colours and aesthetic are VERY nice and your tsukishima fic "i love(d) you" brought me spain without the s I LOVE YOUR WRITING YOU ARE SO TALENTED AND LITERALLY THE SWEETEST okey <3

@gummimint - LOVELY RAIN okay yet another insanely aesthetic blog and i am SO EXCITED TO READ "Made With Love" LIKE??!? PRINCE!KAGEYAMA >>>> I AM HERE FOR IT kdfSKJJKFLSD ily

@hajkyyuu - WHOWH AI they are MINDBLOWING i still think about the iwaizumi/ushijima hurt/comfort scenarios a lot ,,, they wrote them so well pls ;_;

@/iwaizoom - (i am yet again too intimidated to tag sdkjflak) jade was one of the first blogs i followed when i got tumblr and i have yet to unfollow her, so that has to say enough about how much i adore her. her fic only one was very nice and made me think a little too much about atsumu. ahhhh >,> (UM SHE JUST POSTED THIS TODAY BUT I'M . I KNOW I'M GOING TO READ THIS SEVERAL TIMES SO AHHH 11:53AM) **please be aware there is some nsfw content

@iwasumi - k if there's one person i have a crush on on this app it's vale SDJKLFKLSD ily and i also might have read 4am more than once because making out with iwaizumi >>>> also you're the funniest human being and it gives me life that you know how sexy u are AND YOUR ART DOn'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON YOUR ART

@kailleiobrien - MY WIFE MY WIFE SHE IS THE REASON I STARTED WRITING FANFICTION AND STILL DO WITHOUT HER IDK WHERE I WOULD BE PLS I <333 okay gonna link "everything is perfect" because everyone deserves a little tanaka fluff

@kei7ime - man chloe's blog's aesthetic >>> okay but top of the castle just. wow. her writing makes me want to cry because it's just NSNDFKKND like i admire her so much how does she </3 how <3

@kirishimas-manly-eyeliner - ellie writes for mha AND hq like another multifandom QUEEN ugh she has the cutest headcanons and i loved her hugs hcs with hinata, bo, + kenma like OW my heart but in a good way (ILY ELLIE YOU BRING ME SO MUCH JOY)

@kutokawa - (HI SORRY FOR TAGGING U ILY NFSDN) okay besides the fact that i am obsessed with how aesthetic her theme is - ALYSSA IS WONDERFUL AND SUCH A TALENTED WRITER AHHH (and Brew-tiful made me malFUNCTION like wow there's oikawa and then there's this oikawa) also koulyssa supremacy, yeah nuff said

@dearkousei - ISAAAAAAAA okay no bc her apocalypse!au with tanaka and even more importantly her comfort scenarios with an s/o with acne... i can't express how much i love her writing and how important it is that y'all go follow her. (edit: she moved accounts)

@lucyheartfilias-wife - MOMO <3 she writes for hq, bnha, AND ft like i admire the ability to be so present in 3 fandoms holy guac and of cOURSE I AM OBSESSED WITH "THE SETTER'S HELP" jklsdKJLFD in all momo's writing is just so vivid and full and wonderful to consume bABY <333 (bye i had to put akaashi's first kiss here too)

@nadisabug - <3 nadia is actually the sweetest human and . there is no fic that compares to her hurt/comfort with tanaka, Hey Stupid, ILY (yes i requested it BUT i was not disappointed yall i have reblogged it at least twice)

@nepenthendline - CHLOE <3 she is also incredibly hard working and definitely someone i look up to a lot like ahhh hfasdlkh she has so many adorable headcanons but of course i have to reccommend the tanaka relationship headcanons because i . might like tanaka a little or something. but there are sO many things. she has written so many things. AHHHHhh ** please be aware there is some nsfw content

@pxnk-velvet - ANGIE ANGIE ANGIE i love her blog the purple and her masterlists and the fanart header 😩😩 my fav has to be her comfort hcs with the karasuno 2nd years like i'm. i have never simped for ennoshita like that bro (AND OF COURSE TANAKA AS ALWAYS). ** please be aware there is some nsfw content

@tsumussweetheart - LEAFY 😩😩 one of the nicest people you'll ever meet and her blogs colours are to die for PLUS EVERY TIME I SEE FUTAKUCHI I THINK OF "Figure 8" I NEVER USED TO SIMP FOR HIM AND NOW -- AHHHH i want to hold his hand

@snoozless - elle is the epitome of the word "kind" like WHO IS SHE THO akdsKLJADS she is so talented at so many things INCLUDING ART AND WRITING GUAC GO READ "BEYOND WORDS" AND "OUT OF ORBIT" WITH AKAASHI THEY'RE BOTH WOW

@theuntamedmulti - NO BC SHE IS SUCH AN INTERESTING PERSON and she simps for aone AND kyoutani WOW she is a queen and. her ukai fic. her UKAI FIC. vivian i love you and please continue to shine &lt;3

that took awhile lol! but I admire every one of these writers so much so I hope you check some out! thank u for this ask hajsjsh sorry I answered sorta late

@ everyone on this list + everyone reading this:

[oikawaplssteponme]

PART 14 | previously: part 13 | masterlist

pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x fem! reader

ratings/warnings: swearing [some more soft bakugou oops]

synopsis: When UA’s hot heads, Katsuki Bakugou and you, are forced to put your hatred for each other aside and plan the third year Prom, things end up getting a little heated...

a/n: AHHHH ITS HERE!! omg this is the finale🥺 i will be posting a little epilogue after this but after that ‘Hot Heads’ will be completed :,) i cant even begin to thank you all for the support on this fic, i was so nervous to post this since it was my first mha fic but seeing how you all liked it meant so much💕💕 i wish you all a happy holidays if you are celebrating and if not, i wish you a wonderful end of the year :)) enjoy xx

•

Fourteen: remember

Bakugou stared out into the crowd of people until he found you. The two of you locked eyes, causing your face to grow indescribably hot. Bakugou reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. His hands were shaky as he attempted to unfold it.

“YOU’VE GOT THIS BAKUGOU!” cheered Kirishima, breaking the silence of the room.

“SHUT IT SHITTY HAIR!” Bakugou had opened the paper and looked at it. He looked over at you and down at the paper again. He sighed, crumpling the paper and turning it to ashes.

“So here’s the deal. There’s, uh, this girl…”

Oh my god.

“And this girl is a complete pain in my ass,” he smirked. You felt everyone’s eyes shift over onto you but you kept your on Bakugou.

“This girl drives me crazy. She pushes all my buttons. This girl gets on all my last nerves…”

“...But I wouldn’t trade this girl for the whole world.”

Your eyes began to get glossy. You cupped your burning cheeks into your cold hands, attempting to hold back a smile.

“I fucked up what I had with this girl and I don’t deserve her one bit but… I just need her to hear this.” Bakugou took a deep breath.

“Look, that bullshit I said in the common area? It was just that. Bullshit. The thing is, as you probably know by now… I’m pretty shit at telling people how I really feel. So, uh, when it came to you… I panicked. It’s a hell of a lot easier to pretend you don’t care. When I said that I don’t care about you, it's because in all honesty it's the exact opposite. I care about you more than I’ve ever cared about anyone in my entire life...”

“...and that terrifies me because what if I’m not there to protect you? Fuck- that day when you fainted during training, I felt like a failure. It was my fault that you got hurt so I promised that I would never hurt you again. Clearly, I-uh, need to do better since I’m making this apology right now,” he said nervously. You shook your head, a few tears rolling down your cheeks.

“You’re the only person who can put me in my place. The only person I’ve ever opened up to. The only person who can keep up with me. I-I’m honestly such a mess without you.”

“IT’S TRUE!” budded in Kirishima. Bakugou gave him a glare before turning back to you.

“Fuck- from the moment I laid eyes on you I knew that I wanted nothing more than for you to be mine. I may have been pretty shit at showing it but it's true. Of course you and I both know that things between us didn’t go that way. From our first year, we were constantly competing with each other, which I didn’t mind since I got to be around you. And now that I was forced to plan this shitty dance with you, I remembered why I...why I-uh…”

[earlier that day]

“Bakugou we’re supposed to be helping to set up-”said Kirishima. Bakugou didn’t release Kiri from his grip, dragging him to the dorms.

“I need your help with something…” mumbled Bakugou.

“Well you can let go of me.” Bakugou led him to the common area couches, letting go of him. Bakugou sat down across from him with his arms crossed.

“What’s going on man?” asked Kirishima. Bakugou looked down at the ground.

“I fucked up…”

“Yeah you do that a lot. What’s the actual problem?” Bakugou huffed.

“I want to tell someone something but I don’t know how…”

“Tell them what?” Bakugou kept quiet.

“Come on man, I gotta know in order to help you out,” insisted Kiri. Bakugou took a deep breath.

“I want to tell someone I love them but I don’t know how…”

Kirishima’s eyes widened.

“This is about Y/N, isn’t it?”

“WHAT- UH- fuck...yeah it is.”

“Well you definitely messed that up when you told her you don’t like her,” teased Kiri.

“Don’t remind me… you idiots made me nervous with all your damn questions…”

“Why don’t you just tell her? It’s kinda obvious she feels the same. Or she’s still mad at you.”

“I CAN'T JUST TELL HER! W-what would I even say?” Bakugou buried his face into the palms of his hands. Kirishima laughed.

“Wow you really do love her, if not you wouldn’t be so nervous about this. Why don’t you just straight up tell her. Blurt it out.”

“She won’t talk to me. She hates me…”

“We both know she doesn’t. You both have a tendency to say crap you don’t mean in the heat of a moment.”

“When would I even tell her?”

“It doesn’t matter so much ‘when’, more so ’how’. Make sure she knows how you feel. Expressing your emotions is super manly.” Bakugou sighed.

“Fuck-I just hope she still feels the same.”

“She will, man.”

Your heart was pounding out of your chest. Bakugou looked directly into your eyes from the stage.

“I remembered why I fell in love with you in the first place. That’s right Y/N L/N, I am in love with you. I don’t give a fuck if these damn extra’s hear me because you are the only person I care about. If I have to spend one more second away from you I might just lose my damn mind because I love you Y/N. I do. Fuck- I really do.”

Bakugou was shaking slightly, the microphone he held was covered in his sweat. The entire room went silent, all eyes on you.

You wiped the stray tears from your face. You grabbed part of your dress, lifting it up above the ground slightly for you to walk. You walked towards the stage. Your breath was shallow, nervous was an understatement. You came face to face with Katsuki. His eyes stared into yours. You moved your hand up, placing it gently against Bakugou’s cheek.

“I didn’t take you for a confession kind of guy,” you smirked. Bakugou smiled.

“Well you’re lucky I love you dumbass. I wouldn’t have done that for anyone else.”

“Well good thing you’ll never have to.”

You grabbed Bakugou’s suit jacket and pulled him in to kiss you. He instantly held your face, keeping you close to him. It wasn’t until the room was filled with clapping and cheering that you remembered that you weren’t alone. You smiled against Bakugou’s lips and broke from the kiss, your face burning. You buried your face into Bakugou’s chest and looked down at your friends, who gave you big smiles and thumbs up.

“Damn extras…” mumbled Bakugou. You chuckled, taking his hand and leading him off the stage.

“WELL FOLKS THAT WAS JUST BEAUTIFUL! I LOVE LOVE!” cheered Present Mic, “I can't even remember what we were doing before that…”

You rejoined your friends on the floor. Bakugou’s face was a bright pink but you didn’t bother him too much about it.

“Well that just happened,” you smiled. Bakugou wrapped his arm around you, kissing the top of your head.

“I love you dumbass.”

“I love you too.”

~

The rest of the night was perfect. Todoroki ended up winning Prom King and Bakugou certainly wasn’t gonna let him live that down. Momo won Queen, even giving a speech thanking everyone who voted for her. You and Bakugou were inseparable the rest of the dance. You even forced him to do the photo booth with you. Reluctant of course, but he even had a small smile on his face when the camera clicked.

“See! Told you it would look good,” you said, holding the picture.

“Mind if I keep it?” He asked. You smiled.

“Not at all.”

When Prom ended, it was just you and Bakugou in the theater. You both were picking up whatever leftover trash people had left. Everyone else had headed back to the dorms for an ‘after party’.

“We could probably take care of all this tomorrow,” you said.

“Mind if we do something before we go?” He asked. You nodded. Bakugou took your hands, placing it on his shoulders. He then placed his on your waist and held you close.

“I was hoping to get to dance with you princess, if that’s okay?” You smiled, resting your head on his chest.

“Even if the whole world was watching I’d still dance with you Katsuki.”

“Lucky for me that I get to dance with my world.”

•

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[a-hidden-weeb-an-open-queer]

MHA but it's a wattpad werewolf fanfiction. P1.

As a werewolf wattpad author myself, I am taking the library to mock this strange culture phenomenon.

Warnings: Mentions of abuse and abusive fathers, nothing super graphic. Slut shaming. Possible hints at beasality (???). And no spell checking. Read at your own risk.

----I don't know how to center text lmao---------

A/N: omg guyz!!!!! im so excited to share this story idea ahhhhh but I'm also super nervous please b nice :)))))))) also to all the haters I'm sorry you're peanut butter jealous of me >:}

OoooooooO

Hello, my name is Izuku Midorya! I am a 4'1 greenette with wide beautiful jade orbs and a slim body. Sadly, I'm very ugly :( because I wear glasses and enjoy comics and other geeky things that other people don't.

Today is my first day at ForestWood High school and I'm super nervous. Everyone at my last highschool hated me because I was super ugly and shy.

"Izuku, sweetie, get up you're gonna be late to school!" My mom whispered yelled through my door.

I gasp, my jade eyes blinking open in panic. I had another nightmare about my abusive acholic dad beating me :(

"C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-Ccoming mom." I stuttered.

I slip out of the soft comforters of my bed and quickly made my way to the mirror. My messy, green hair and beautiful jade orbs staring blinking at me. I frown. My ugly freckles are ugly against my super smooth and milky skin. God, I hated how I looked.

"Honey?" My mom whispered yelled again.

My abusive acholic dad used to beat her whenever he spoke higher than a whisper so now her voice is permanently damaged and she can't speak higher than a whisper ever again. Damn him!!!!!!

"Sorry! I'll be down quickly!" I gasped.

I totally forgot it was my first day at ForestWood High school - i hope the other kids don't bully me for my super ugly glasses and totally weird hobbies like reading comics or listening to Panic At The Disco!

I quickly pull on my vans, my best pair of jeans, and the cutest long sleeve shirt I have. It has to be long sleeved cuz my abusive acholic dad left burn scars all over my arms.

I look at myself through the mirror and nod happily - I am still super ugly tho.

"Hmmmm, it feels like I'm missing something....Oh!" I pulled on my glasses, almost forgetting them. Wow I'm such a klutz!

Laughing to myself, I climb down the stairs and find my mommy in the kitchen making breakfast.

"Hi sweetie! I hope you aren't too stressed out about moving in the middle of sophomore year. It's just that we needed a new start after your abusive acholic father was arrested for a DUI." She whisper yells.

I nod. "No I understand mother."

She smiles. "Okay sweetie, so long you are happy. Do you want me to drive you?"

"No thanks" it's so lame to have your mom drive you too school, I think to myself.

My mom lays down a plate full of eggs, bacon, cheese, pancakes, sausage, and beans. I smile and take a piece of toast "thanks for breakfast mom" i say as i run outside.

"You're welcome honey!" She whisper yells back.

OoooooooooooO

Everyone is staring at me as I walk into the door of WoodForest High School. They all stare wide eyed before turning around to gossip to each other.

I nervously look down, clinching the schedule my student console gave me. Already the weirdo :( it must be the Naruto shirt I'm wearing.

Since I was looking down nervously, I didn't see the slut in front of me. I let out a gasp, body falling backwards as my papers are all scattered to the floor.

"Omg I am sooooooooooooo sorry!" I cried out, head snapping upwards.

Across from me sat the slutties person I've ever seen!!! With a skin tight, thigh high dress, super long heels, and a face full of makeup, he looked like a low-end prostitute.

"Omg! You better be sorry! My father just got me these heels! Ugh! Stupid human!!!!!" He said, beautiful blonde hair shining and gray eyes twinkling with anger.

"I-I-Im-" I stuttered.

"Just fucking shut up you stupid fucking whore omfg this is why i wanted Alpha Todorki to fucking kill all the humans and shit but nooooo that was genocide and bad. Ughhuuuy stupid ass fucking bitch." He yells down at me, standing up from the floor.

Around me the whole student body stares, most laughing or throwing in their own insults. Tears fill my jade orbs as I sniffle.

The slut huffs, spinning on his heels as he marches down the hallway. Everyone watches his ass as he goes because damn.

"Oh my god! Are you okay?" A kind and gentle voice calls out. I turn to see a beautiful brownette standing before me and I blush - she's so cute and nice!

"You must be the new guy! Hi! I'm Ochako~ and the person who just rudely left you sitting on the floor is Momoma - he's sorta the Queen Bee around here. And a mythic bitch" (A/N: if you got that reference plsssssssss be my friend 😭)

Ochako helps me pick up the single piece of paper I dropped when I ran into Momoma.

"Wait, how do you know I'm knew?" I ask confused.

Ochako laughs, sounding suspiciously nervous. Weird...

"Uh....its a small town and every one sorta knows every one hahahaha! OH! It looks like you have Mr. Aizawa first period, so do I! He's sorta of a hardass but is also super kind!"

I nod, "okay!" We walk down the hallway together.

"Hey, do you think you can tell me more about this school?" I ask, not wanting to repeat the same thing I rid with MoBitch.

Ochako nods, "sure! Well this school isn't like most because we have two packs right next to each other -" ochako's eyes widen as she looks my way. I am confused. "-I mean! Not packs. No. That's weird. Wolf like. I meant...families. Two different families and we don't like each other and we don't have many outsiders hahahha"

I blink before nodding, "that makes sense. Who are these families?" I asked like a good main protagonist.

Ochako continues with the NPC dialog. "Well first you have the Todorokis - Alpha, i mean, leader Todoroki is a real hard ass. His son is unmated, I mean, is currently not in a relationship. He's weird but nice. Then there are the bakugos. Alpha...leader Bakugo is real nice! I love her cooking but her son is super mean and is a bad boy so stay away from him. He's also single."

I nod as we come up to a science classroom, "thank you."

"Well, here we are! First period of the day! Ready for hell on earth?" She asks me with a wink.

I take her arm in mine, "only if you're ready to talk along side with me."

She laughs, "of course we're best friends after all."

"I've known you for five minutes."

"What?"

"Nothing."

We step into the classroom, arm in arm. I feel ready to face any weirdos or bad boys.

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A/N: omggggg that was so much fun 2 write and i feel like it was really good. Please comment and like :))))) it makes me happy and I'm very sad :(((((( love you alll!!!!!!! Xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxozoozz

[shigarakis-fifth-hand]

His Daughter; mha fanfiction

tw: cursing, abuse, smoking

Enjoy the series! one

Around the table sat four villains, all silent for the moment as they looked at each other. One with a hand on his face and blue hair, with horrible pale skin. Tomura Shigaraki, age 22. Next to him was a man who wore a butler suit and looked like a portal, but he had limbs and bright yellow eyes. Kurogiri, age unknown. Across the table was a woman with dark blue hair and a single streak of silver. She was younger than all of them, but much more intelligent and useful. Sakuya Ririko, age 17. The woman next to her was older, with a pink pixie cut. Kuriyama Tsukiko, age 39.

“Now, you weren’t exactly clear with your instructions. You just said-” Shigaraki put his hand up, interrupting the pink haired lady. “I know what I said, and if you had a brain cell you’d understand! I need a child who will impress my mentor! Forget it, this is stupid.” Shigaraki stood up, about to leave before Kurogiri grabbed his arm.

“Don’t be so quick to give up throw a tantrum Tomura... now we have many files here that would interest you. We found the best of the best for you, ranging from mental quirks to quirks that could possibly destroy an entire city all at once.”

Tomura turned around, looking at the young blue-haired girl who was speaking to him. “Now if you’ll look at the files, we have this 11-year-old boy first. His father was a pro hero who died and was placed in a foster family. His quirk is ice spike-” Shigaraki swiped the file away, as if to say ‘next’. 

“Well then... we have this boy who lives in Australia. His quirk is heat rays.” Shigaraki swiped it away, rolling his eyes. “No, you promised a child with a powerful quirk. Something new, something different. Everyone has some sort of fire or ice quirk these days, and I know that Endeavor’s child has both for that fact so no.” Shigaraki was about to step away again when she pulled out a third file.

On the front was a picture of a young girl with a large black eye, who could be no more than ten. “W-what’s with the black eye?” Kurogiri asked as the girl smiled sadly. “She developed her quirk recently. Poor thing was walking around and made the vase fall to the floor. Her father was... not happy as you can see.” The pink haired girl took the file as it caught Tomura’s attention.

An abused child...

“Mitsuku Mamoru. She just turned seven, and her quirk is to move things with her mind. The catch is that she must know what the thing looks like from a 360 view, or else she can only manipulate the part she sees. Like, if she only saw half an apple, she could separate the half from the rest and only control that half.” Tomura grabbed the file from her, reading it himself.

She had developed her quirk only two months ago, and was trying to use it. “I want this one. It’s perfect.” The girls smiled at the term it. “Now, what do we owe you?” Kurogiri asked as the girls smiled evilly. ‘Oh nothing at all. Just that when she turns 18, we get to meet her.” The pink haired girl responded as the blue hair girl spoke up.

“Kiriyama here adopted me into the system when I was seven too. It would be nice to see how she... turns out.” She smiled innocently, but the two men would not be fooled by such. “Anywaysss, how do we get the kid.” Shigaraki asked as the two girls giggled. “Oh right, almost forgot! Let me just-” The girl with the blue hair closed her eyes, immediately sensing the location.

“She’s in 136 at the Apartments on Kanako Road. She’s right... ah, there she is! She’s in her room in the back corner, on the side facing the pool. Can you get there Kurogiri?” She asked as he nodded, a portal forming on the side of the wall. “Move in, move out!” The pink haired woman told the younger girl as they walked in.

Looking past them, Shigaraki could see you sitting there, playing with your dolls as you stared at the girls with a horrified look. “Come here sweetie! We’re here to help you!” You stood up, holding onto a teddy bear tightly and sucking your thumb. “Good girl! Come here!” Shigaraki snickered at the fact that they were treating you like a dog. 

As he snickered, you met his bright red eyes. Without the hand on his face, you couldn’t help but stare at him. Shigaraki immediately noticed that he had peaked your interest.

“Mitsuku! Get your ass down here and tell me who moved my cigarettes!” A loud, booming male voice could be heard from downstairs, followed by the sound of someone walking up the stairs. Fearfully, you took one glance at the portal before running into it. You didn’t run into the arms of the girls, oh no. You raced towards Tomura, hugging your arms around his legs tightly.

“Woah, um.” Shigaraki stared down at you, and how small you were. You didn’t go above his waist. “Aww how cute.” The girls walked through the portal, letting Kurogiri close it. “W-where am I? Who are you?” You began to yell, looking around fearfully at your surroundings as your arms stayed tight around Shigaraki’s legs.

“Don’t worry sweetie. Don’t stress.” The pink haired woman opened up her palm as a small pink mist flowed out, flowing towards you. You wobbled on your feet, before falling on your back. Shigaraki used his shoe to make sure you didn’t hit your head.

“Your quirk is like Midnights?” Shigaraki confusingly asked, not sure what was happening. “Oh no, my quirk is much, much better. Her quirk can put people to sleep, while mine can alter their memories for the next hour. Whatever you want her to think, I’ll say it and she’ll replace that memory with the old one. Now, let’s go with this.” She leaned down towards your sleeping self, closing her eyes as she began.

“Your old father was a terrible man who was a pro hero and abused you terribly. Your father, Shigaraki,-” Shigaraki’s eyes widened at that sentence. He hadn’t realized what he had gotten himself into. “-had been in a fight with the villain, saw you beat up, and took you in once he killed your father like the good person he was.” The pink haired woman stopped with the mist as it disappeared. “Well then, gentlemen. She’ll be out for around 50 minutes so I’d get her back to the base and learn everyone’s names. No mentioning any names outside of the League though.”

The woman with the pink hair tried to explain, but Shigaraki wasn’t listening. “If she hears something that isn’t what she remembers, it won’t be good. It can lead to death if the brain decides to shut down after realizing it was altered. Now be careful about that.” Shigaraki waved away the girls, picking you up and swinging you over his shoulder to walk you into the alley and on your way to the hideout.

“Hmm, can’t wait to see what happens with that train wreck.” The girls chuckled, closing the doors as the guys and you left.

Walking into the League, they smiled at the empty place. Kurogiri had found it for cheap, and was planning on renovating it into the perfect place for their new League. So far, the only members were Kurogiri, Muscular, and then Shigaraki. All Might was in his prime, and you were the first step to build a League so great to stop that.

Shigaraki laid you down on the couch, walking away to the kitchen and getting lost in paperwork and, eventually video games. 

He was in the middle of Mario Cart, his OG favorite from when he was a kid, when you woke up, walking over and sitting next to him. At first Shigaraki didn’t notice, until he had to look twice and realize that there was a child next to him.

Your hair was dark black, and your eyes were bright red. You were short, and fairly tan for a child. Tomura was a small bit jealous. You were adorable though. “What do you want?” Shigaraki asked you as you cuddled up against his arm, not taking your eyes off the screen in front of you. Shigaraki tried to maintain his cool, even though he wasn’t the most familiar with such affection, especially from a young child.

“Can I play too Dad?” You asked, looking at him innocently. Shigaraki stopped moving, not caring if he was losing now. Looking into your eyes, he saw light, adventure, and comfort. “The hell...” He murmured to himself before you smiled at him. “Pleaaaaseeee?” You asked, smiling wide as he couldn’t help but feel confused. Every child that he had ever met had been terrified of his face or features.

He had greasy hair, ghost-white skin, dried lips, cracked skin, and scary red eyes with messy blue hair. Every child he had ever met had hidden away from him, or screamed.

Not you though, here you were smiling at him while wanting to play video games. The same thing had happened in your kidnapping. You had looked at him, and had run to him for safety, and not the two girls. Did you see him as comforting? Did you see him as... not scary? Normal maybe?

“Aren’t you scared of me? Of my face?” Shigaraki asked quietly, as you began giggling. “Of course not! Why would I be!? You have blue hair which I really want to braid, and you have red eyes like me! You’re really tall which is awesome because I can get on your shoulders, AND you play video games! I could only play video games at my friends’ houses!” You smiled, still looking at the controller to Shigaraki’s right.

“Now stop avoiding my question Mister! Can I please play Marie Cart?” You asked as Shigaraki melted at the mispronunciation of Mario Cart. You were too cute to say no to. 

That day, you and your new “dad” spent all day playing video games. You roasted him in “Marie Cart”, and he taught you how to play PubG. Of course, some would say that those types of video games were too violent. But you were being raised to be the best villain in the world, and you loved it!

“Hehe, look at my guy! He’s got a man bun.” You giggled, looking over at Tomura. “Can I do a man bun on you?” You asked sweetly, grinning as he hesitantly nodded. You smiled, taking a rubber band from your wrist and crawling to the other side of the couch and doing his hair.

“Wow! You look great!” You smiled, running to the other side to look at him. “Right? I think you look very handsome!” You grinned, and at that moment, Shigaraki saw you as the daughter he had never known he had needed.

You spent the next years together growing a bond unlike anything the two of you had ever had before. You had always needed a father figure, and he had always needed someone to love him for him. Your childhood involved him learning how to braid your hair, him teaching you how to play many sports, you learning how to cheerlead, and the League evolving as you did as well.

Eventually, you had to go out in public again when it was obvious you loved your new family. Shigaraki died your hair a light blue like his, and let you cut it to your shoulders. He also gave you a new name, a better name. One that didn’t remind you of your dark past.

Your name was Koji, Koja Shigaraki. Or Koja Hanako to the public of course.

As you grew up though, your father trained you harder than any child before. Harder than any Todoroki child even. Night and day you focused on evolving your quirk, making improvements, and evolving yourself. Why wouldn’t you? You were going to be All Might’s competitor after all. That’s the true reason why Shigaraki had gotten you after all.

He was going to train you into the villain’s world greatest weapon.

Better than any Nomu out there.

You would become The Greatest.

[kiralaufeyson84]

Bakugou Katsuki × Hinata Aki (a MHA oc) (LEMON)

❗WARNING!!!❗

This is fanfiction involving a new oc of mine and Bakugou contains:

-Sexual content

-Cursing

-C'mon it's a lemon-

With that out of they way, ENJOY!!

It's been 2 years since Aki became Mrs. Bakugou. She has the week off thanks to Katsuki. But Aki felt lonely and sometimes very horny. She did something no one she knew would dare. She took off her black lace panties and very hesitantly inserted her middle finger in her entrance of her *AHEM* pussy. She moaned softly. She's felt her husband's cock, tongue and fingers before but her fingers kind of felt much more better.

Aki continued to do this until Friday. That afternoon, when Katsuki was at work as #1 pro hero (he earned his spot), Aki started to do her daily masturbation, starting off by rubbing the inside of her pussy (idk if it's called the clit or not- I forgot-) and started moaning softly. Then, the moans got a bit louder, but then bedroom door opened and standing in the doorway was Katsuki Bakugou, Aki's husband. All she could manage to get out of her mouth was "U-Uh..."

She then covered her bare naked pussy and stammered "K-Kacchan! W-w-what are you doing here so early? Y-you're shift doesn't end until 4:39 PM! It's 1:10 PM! You could've called me and said you were coming home so early! You- Uh-"

Then, Katsuki smirked and chuckled a bit. He got on the bed and said "Hey, sweet cheeks. Who told you you could stop?" Soon, Aki was sitting on Katsuki's lap. "C'mon, Princess," Katsuki said. "I wanna see you touch yourself real good~" Aki just looked at Katsuki. Then, before she could say anything, Katsuki grabbed her hand and started to move it to Aki's pussy. "Do you want me to help or do you want my cock instead?" Katsuki asked in a rather sexy voice (who am I kidding his voice is always sexy).

Aki sighed and said "You've turned me into a pervert, Katsuki." Katsuki just chuckled. Then, Aki continued to rub the inside of her pussy. "Ahh~" she moaned softly. "Alright, now put a finger in you~" Katsuki demanded. Aki didn't dare fight back amd say no. Besides, it felt good. So, she stuck her middle finger in her entrance and started to move her finger a bit. She moaned a bit softly until Katsuki started to kiss and bite her neck. "Fuck," he whispered in Aki's ear. "You're just to seductive today. I can't help but touch you."

Katsuki the started to play with Aki's breasts. She started moaning a bit louder. She then starting to thrust her finger in and out a bit faster than before. She moaned loudly. "Hah...You're so close, aren't you, you fucking sexy kitten?~" Katsuki asked while panting a bit. "Y-yeah! I think I'm gonna cum!" Aki stated. She reached her climax when Katsuki started to bite her neck again. Then, Katsuki was playing with Aki's breasts a bit more rough. That's when Aki completely lost it and moaned "AAAHHH! KACCHAN!!~"

Aki came so much that some got on the bed. "You did a real good job, baby girl," Katsuki said as he went to touch Aki's pussy. "Would you look at that?" he said while sticking his middle finger in Aki's pussy. "Yeah you came a lot tonight." He then took his finger out and licked a bit of the cum off his finger while saying "Fuck how do youand manage to be a mess yet still be sexy?" Aki just blushed from what her husband told her. She then got off Katsuki's lap and noticed that Katsuki (obviously) got a boner. Katsuki looked at his wife and asked "What the hell are you-"

Then, he got cut off when Aki kissed him. Katsuki kissed back and started to use tongue. Aki moaned softly in the kiss. She then stopped kissing Katsuki and smirked. "So? You gonna take your pants off or what?" she said to her husband. Katsuki just blushed but then smirked. "Isn't it only appropriate if YOU take my pants off?" Aki stared at Katsuki and Katsuki stared right back. "I guess you're right," Aki finally said. She started to unzip Katsuki's pants. After she took them off, she noticed that her husband wasn't wearing any underwear. This totally caught her off guard because usually Katsuki would wear underwear.

Aki then shrugged it off and started to suck on Katsuki's cock. He groaned in pleasure of course. Aki then decided to tease her husband by licking the tip. "Hah...A-Aki..." Katsuki moaned. Aki smirked when her husband called her name. She barely gets to hear the pleasure most of the time in Katsuki's voice during sex. Then, since Katsuki forgot to close the bedroom door, Kirishima and Kaminari just stood in the doorway not knowing what was going on. "Hey Baku-" Kirishima started but then stopped to see Aki sucking Katsuki's cock.

Kaminari started to wonder how long it would take them to notice that Kirishima and him were there. It took about 2 minutes when Aki stopped sucking and turned around. She shrieked and got the blanket of the bed to cover herself. "DIDN'T YOU MOTHERFUCKERS EVER LEARN TO FUCKING KNOCK?!" Katsuki shouted.

Kaminari started to laugh a bit. Kirishima started chuckling. "What the fuck are you basterds looking at?" Katsuki said. He then remembered he was pantless. So he grabbed a pillow and covered his cock. (Jk we all know he would yell something like the angry Pomeranian he is-)

"QUIT STARTING!!" Katsuki demanded. But then he remembered that Aki had her breats a bit exposed which Aki forgot too. Katsuki the covered Aki's breasts with a pillow. "DIDN'T YOU EVER LEARN TO RESPECT WOMEN?!" Katsuki shouted. Aki was not happy with Kirishima and Kaminari. "You two have no respect for women at all," Aki said. This shocked all three of the boys. Katsuki then said "Heh. You know what's right." "Well I learn from the best," Aki replies with a smile. Katsuki smirked. Aki then spoke up and said "So what do u need?" Kirishima then said "Me and Denki were gonna go to this new bar down the street. You wanna come?" "Well me and Katsuki are actually trying to have kids so polite pass," Aki replied. "You heard her. The answer's no. NOW GET OUT OF OUR HOUSE!!" Katsuki said as his quirk started to activate. Kirishima and Kaminari ran out the bedroom. When Katsuki finally got his attention back on Aki, Aki was actually fast asleep.

Katsuki smiled and kissed Aki's forehead before snuggling up with her.

END

(Fine here's something)

~~~BONUS END~~~

The next day, after Aki woke up, she didn't feel to well. She got up and walked to the bathroom but she started vomiting once she got there. She rushed over to the toilet to properly vomit. She accidentally woke Katsuki up. "Aki what the he-" Katsuki stopped mid sentence. He bent down to Aki and rubbed her back.

"You ok?" he asked. Aki nodded. "I'm probably just getting sick," she said. 8 weeks later, Aki's stomach started to grow a bit. She talked to her good friends Momo Yaoyrozu and Tsuyu Asui (well now Tsuyu Tokoyami) and told them her situation. Momo started squealing. Aki asked Tsuyu why Momo was squealing. Then Tsuyu replied with "You're pregnant. This happened to me when I found out I was pregnant."

Aki couldn't believe it. She and Katsuki were gonna be parents. Before she went home, she grabbed pregnancy tests to double check. When she got home, she really had to go to the bathroom which was good because that means she didn't have to wait. After she took the pregnancy test, the results were positive. She started tearing up and went downstairs to tell Katsuki.

Katsuki was playing Grand Theft Auto 5. Aki hugged Katsuki and Katsuki asked why she hugged him. Aki then showed her husband the pregnancy test and Katsuki was to in shock to believe it. "Is...Is this a prank?" he asked. "Why would you think that?! No it's not a prank! Kacchan. I'm pregnant!" Aki replied. Katsuki hugged Aki and Aki hugged back. Then Katsuki said "It kinda made sense since you were craving a lot of spicy things and you were started to grow a baby bump." "Wow way to kill the mood," Aki replied jokingly. Now she and Bakugou have a little one on the way.

(Hey guys this is my first Lemon. I'm sorry if it's bad-)

[dekimdeku]

Cold Touches - Chapter One (Todoroki x Reader)

Notes: 1. English is not my mother languare so please be easy on me. 2. I hope you all like the story. This is my first time writing fanfiction but I really love MHA and I have a giant soft spot for Todoroki. 3. Next chapter is going to have a slight Kirishima x reader.

...

A loud explosion was the first (Y/N) heard in the sunday morning. The girl grabbed her phone and checked the time. 6:15 PM.

"Not even the great UA School made Katsuki learn how to be quiet."

YN got up and walked in direction of her brothers room stopping in front of the door. “Katsuki stop whatever you're doing, some of us are trying to sleep." Y/N yelled and another explosion was heard.

Giving up, the girl walked back to her room, opened her closet and picked a black shirt that used to belong to Katsuki, a pair of pink shorts, and a pair of underwear. Y/N walked to her bathroom, standing under the shower and letting the hot water run through her body.

Since Y/N was a lot like her father Massaru being in the Bakugou family was not an easy task. She really loved her family but sometimes all she wanted was some peace of mind, even if this was impossible, since all her mother Mitsuki and her brother Katsuki knew was yell at each other. After finishing her morning routine and dressing herself the youngest Bakugou went to the under floor of her home and instantly feeling the smell of coffee. Going to the kitchen Y/N saw Katsuki cooking. "Good morning Nii-chan, cooking breakfast for us?" "Shut up and set the table, shitty girl" Katsuki said rolling his eyes. Y/N picked the plates and organized them in the kitchen table. "What happened earlier? Are you okay?" Y/N asked. "Yeah, just the dumbasses of UA. Kirishima is trying to make me hang out with them." "I think you should give it a try... It's been a week since the spring break started and the only thing you've done is training." "WHAT THE HELL? I AM GOING TO BE THE NUMBER ONE HERO OF COURSE I HAVE TO TRAIN HARD" the spiky blonde screamed. "Okay, Katsuki." The girl let out a heavy sight. "But if you change your mind let me know so I can go with you. I haven't seen the guys in a while."

YN became friends with all the members of the "bakusquad" but mostly with Kirishima and Mina. The Red hero had attended to a few dinners at the Bakugo's home and the Accid girl chatted with YN in one of the study meetings of the group and the girls became friends quickly.

"Tch. Whatever. I don't know why someone would like to hang out with those shitfaces." He responded but Y/N knew it was just a facade. Bakugou liked his friends, he just really wasn't affectionate. Until the last year his sister were the only Katsuki showed some affection but thanks to Kirishima and his first year in UA he had improve his social skills and even got a little more patience. Katsuki served bacon and eggs in your plate and Y/N gave him a little peck in his cheek, and in response he ruffled her hair.

"Katsuki is a great brother."

"Hey Katsuki" YN called getting the boys attention. "Were you nervous waiting for UA results?"

"Of course not. Why this stupid question? Are you nervous about the exam?" He asked with a strange calm in his voice. "I am, a little." You shifted awkwardly in the chair. "Don't be an idiot, of course you will pass. You're the best at creating those support items. You could even passed the hero exam if you wanted to." He told and Y/N let out a chuckle.

A week ago YN applied to join in the first year of the support course of UA. Even having a explosion quirk like her brother she didn't want to be a hero. In fact her truly talent was creating things. But even if YN already had developed a bunch of items on her own, like the grenades of her brothers suit, studying at UA was the best way to achieve her dream. You wanted to help heros.

"KATSUKI WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? TRYING TO DESTROY MY KITCHEN???"  A loud voice made the girl stop spacing out.

"SHUT UP OLD HAG I WAS JUST MAKING BREAKFAST"

"Oh great! Your father and I are starving." She said like she wasn't trying to kill Katsuki two seconds ago.

"Good morning Oka-san and Oto-chan."

...

After finishing breakfast Y/N washed the dishes and went back to her room. She was laying in bed scrolling through social media when she saw her brother in the door frame.

"We're going to Kirishima's house in 30 minutes. Get ready.” Katsuki said and left. YN smiled and started to think about her outfit. The girl choose a sleeveless red dress that stopped just a couple inches above her knees.

…

The drive to Kirishima's was quiet and fast. Since Kiri’s house was on the way to Masaru's design company the he gave his children a ride.

Stepping in the front door of the nice home Katsuki ring the bell and a nice brunette lady opened the door.

“Hello Katsuki." She greeted him and saw a girl with the same ruby orbs and similar face. "You must be Y/N! I am Akaisame. Eijirou's mother. He talks about you a lot. ” The woman said and you smiled softly after greeting her.Katsuki seemed to frown even more than his regular expression. “Come with me. The kids are in the backyard.” Kirishima's mom leaded the way to the other side of the house. Y/N could hear a few unknown voices and giggles. “I guess there’s other Katsuki's classmates here”.  But when the two arrived in the backyard they were surprised with A LOT of teenager's in divided in small groups.

“OI SHITHAIR. WHY DIDN'T YOU TOLD ME THAT THE WHOLE CLASS WAS COMING?” Katsuki yelled to Kirishima, who was next to Sero and a guy with eight arms(?) and suddenly Y/N felt everyone staring them.

“Bakubro I'm glad you ca… Y/N YOU’RE HERE!” Eijirou noticed YN presence and run to the girl lifting her in a big bear hug.

" He smells so good. I miss him."

“Guys this is Bakugo's sister Y/N.” Eijirou introduced you.

Being friends with her brother's little group was one thing, but being among all his classmates was a different situation. Y/N felt small and shy but she tried to learn everyone’s names as they talked to her.

After most of presentations were made Y/N searched for a place to sit and have a drink. In that moment the girl saw green locks and immediately walked in the direction of her old friend. “Hi, Izuku. It's been a while.” Y/N didn't knew the reason why her brother and Izuku stopped talking but she always made sure to hang out with Izuku whenever was possible and when his quirk bloomed Y/N felt genuinely proud.

“Hello Y/N. I missed you! How was the application for the support course?”

“Well I’m supposed to receive the letter with the results tomorrow. Honestly I'm a little anxious about it.” Izuku gave you a kind smile and seemed about to say something but a tall boys came close to the table you were. “Oh Y/N this is Todoroki” Izuku pointed to a boy with heterochromatic eyes and white and red hair “And Todoroki this is Y/N Bakugou.”

Y'N’s mind spaced out for a few seconds. "Wow. No one should be allowed to be so handsome. This must be the ‘half n’ half bastard’ that made Katsuki insane in the first year sports festival."

“It's nice to meet you, Todoroki-kun.”

“Hello Y/N. ” He said with his heterochromatic eyes fixed at your ruby ones.

"I think I could get lots in those eyes"

[ourkarlanicoleuniverse]

Sweet Nothing (MHA Staff AU Fanfiction)

Chapter 17 

Warnings: None, swf. 

Pairing: Shouta Aizawa x OC (Mai Montoya, Pro Hero Zion) 

If you want to read of the events before this chapter here is the Master List 😊

"I want you to train me to use One for All, especially since Gran Torino can't." Midoriya's words rang through like a gong.

"I don't have a teaching..."

"A teaching license, I know. But Gran Torino told me that it would be best if you trained me because of how much you struggled to control your own quirk. Plus, apparently, you can reverse any injuries I might get from training." The boy mumbled the last part. His freckles a bright hot pink as he bashfully interrupted me.

"He told you I could do that?" I raised my eyebrows and crossed my arms as he nodded. I let out an annoyed sigh, "I don't use it often because it drains me the most. It's pretty much Recovery Girl's quirk. I've had it since I was fifteen. But why she let me have it isn't that important."

"It's because she was afraid that one day you would be in a situation like All Might's, and she didn't want to worry about you not being able to heal." I am going to kill Gran Torino because of his big mouth.

"Is there anything else the old man mentioned to you before I continue to tell you no to training you?"

"No, not really. He said that I would have to pester until you said yes. And to tell you that you were the same way as me in high school, so it's only karma that I am in your life now." He let out a breathy nervous chuckle while shifting between feet and scratching his head.

My mouth was left slightly agape, "I was not! I can't believe he said that! I was a very responsible kid." I folded my arms and started mindlessly tapping my foot.

"You know your reaction doesn't help you, Ms. Montoya..."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I am not training you. I already told All Might that I wasn't going to, and Gran Torino can't think I am going to change my mind because he said so." I turned my nose up, trying to stand my ground.

"Is that a bruise on your neck?" I opened my eyes and realized that Aizawa's capture weapon fell a little from where it covered my hickey.

I quickly went to cover it, "Nope. It's a burn from using my curling iron when I was getting ready for my date."

"Date? With who? Mr. Aizawa?" Midoriya gave a little mischievous smirk and crossed his arms in a cocky manner. This was a different light this child normally stood in.

"No, not Mr. Aizawa." I glared.

"Could've fooled me. You guys seemed really close earlier." His smirk grew once he thought of an idea. "If you train me, no one will know about your 'burn,' and I will never bring up your date to the class."

"You're not going to sucker me into training you by blackmailing."

"Okay, then I'll tell the class about your hickey and have Mina pester you about it when you get back on campus." He shrugged and gave off an innocent smile. This brat is evil. "And on a final note, my mom trusts you a lot, so who better person to have train me than someone my mom knows won't have me in danger?"

I can't believe I am going to let this boy blackmail me... I sighed and gave him a playful shrug while making a mental note not to underestimate the kid. "Fine, I'll do it if it means that it keeps your mom sane. BUT you have to do as I say, and we train before or after school hours on campus, so no one finds out that you are getting extra help from me. I can't risk getting in trouble training All Might's successor."

The boy gave me a gleeful grin with excitement in his eyes, "Thank you!"

He went for a hug, and I simply patted his soft forestry hair, still slightly annoyed, "Yeah, yeah, you're welcome. For a nice kid, you can sure be evil if you want to be."

"Gran Torino said it was the only way you would respond with a yes if I had something I can use against you. But I couldn't think of anything until I saw the hickey. Don't worry. I wasn't going to say anything anyway. Can I write all the information about your quirk in my notebook while we train?"

He pulled back from hugging me slightly to look at my face waiting for an answer, "All Might and Gran Torino hinted a few times that your quirk was a touchy subject for you, so I wanted to ask before."

"Let's train first, and I'll see what I think after the first few sessions, okay?" I pulled his hair back out of his face to see his emerald eyes.

He brightly smiled and nodded while pulling me in closer to show his gratitude more. "Thank you again. I am going to go back to the room with Todoroki and Iida, okay?" I simply grinned and nudged him that way as we started to walk back. Now how am I going to tell Toshinori that he got his wish? I can already hear him saying, "I told you that it was the best thing for you to train, Young Midoriya. I'm glad you came to your senses." Ugh...

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"I'm glad we came to an agreement about Young Midoriya. He was pleased to have you train him, Mai." My old mentor smiled brightly and pridefully as he went in for a sip of his tea.

"Yeah, did he mentioned that Gran Torino told him to blackmail me," I grumbled on the couch in the teacher's lounge while munching on some cookies.

"You needn't pout, sweetie. And yes, he did. He also mentioned the hickey." I nearly choked. I looked at Toshinori, mortified how all the wrong people know about the stupid hickey Vlad left. I was met with a raised eyebrow with the side of knowing sunken blue crystals staring at me. "I am not judging. I am actually glad to hear that you and Aizawa made amends and moved past what happened in high school..."

"He said it was Aizawa?!" I half shrieked half coughed because of the cookie still lodged in my mouth.

"Was it not Aizawa?" The skeleton of a man before me scrunched his eyebrows. He then leaned over to pat my back lightly to help with the coughing.

"No, it wasn't." I grabbed hold of his arm to let him know I was okay and wasn't choking anymore. "I went on a date with Vlad. We've been having a thing for a little while, so we decided actually to go on a date, and it almost went further, but then I had to go to the hospital. The hickey was just..."

"I got the memo. You don't need to explain any further. Please." He grumbled the 'please' part, probably hating this as much as I do.

"Can we just agree to never, and I mean NEVER speak of my love life or anything like that? I was already embarrassed enough when Aizawa and MIdoriya mentioned it at the hospital." I puffed my cheeks out and mumbled.

"Yeah, no, never again." And queue the awkward silence.

We were avoiding eye contact. Suddenly our cups of tea became the most interesting thing ever. "So, I heard that Nezu wanted to revamp the final exam... I hope he's not planning anything too difficult for the students."

"The teachers are supposed to have a meeting about it later today, so I'll keep you updated about what happens. Do you want any help with how to train Midoriya?"

I shook my head, "No, I have a few ideas up my sleeve. But thank you. If Nezu or even Aizawa, try and make the practical part of the exam harder than it already is, please make sure that the counselors and parents won't be happy." Toshinori simply just nodded.

Suddenly my phone kept buzzing in my pocket. I looked at it, and luckily it was just a video call from my mom and not any unwanted callers. I answered and immediately was met with, "Wow que milagro that the great Mai Montoya finally answered her mother's calls." There she was, the curly-haired doctor, Mia Emily Montoya.

"Hi, mom. Sorry I've been really busy with my students." I sighed as the woman on the screen did nothing but glare. "I'm with Toshi, see!" I moved my phone to show Toshinori to my mom, to which he reacted with a small blush and wave.

My mom's glare didn't subside. "Mai, I called you to see you, not Toshinori Yagi. Please move back to your face."

"That's a little harsh, not even a little hello to him." I gave a little playful pout, which made my mom more annoyed, "Okay, fine, here's my lovely face. What do you want to talk about?"

"Oh, nothing much. I recently got a new tv for the living room... What do you think I want to talk about, Mai. I want to know what has my one and only daughter has been doing since she doesn't respond to me ever."

"Well, I am at work right now."

"You don't look busy."

"That's not... you know what, nevermind. I have been counseling a class of 20 wonderful students that are aspiring to be pro heroes. I have also been sightseeing in the city since I haven't been here for years."

"Is that it?"

"Pretty much. Nothing too scandalous sorry."

"How are my boys? I miss Hizashi and Shouta." Why am I not surprised that she would ask about them?

"They actually work at the school as teachers. Hizashi teaches English." I gave a tight lip smile.

"And my pretty boy? What does he teach? He's always been so good with children." My mom's eyes lit up, just mentioning Aizawa. It was a little sickening.

"He's one of the homeroom teachers for the first year hero course students."

"So that means you guys work together? Since you counsel the hero course students?"

"Yes, I counsel his class specifically."

And with that, my mom had a Cheshire smile all over her face. "That's good to hear. You guys were always the pair. I don't know why you guys stopped being friends, but it's good to see that you are back together. Tell him I said hi and that I miss him, will you? I would love to hear from him. Is he still as handsome as he was when he was a boy?"

"I wouldn't know, mom. But I'll let him know that you still like him a lot. I'm sure it will brighten the grump's day."

"You're not blind, Mai. I am sure you can see if Shota was good looking or not. You just don't want to say he is." She pursed her lips, vexing me.

"That's not true. I just don't pay attention to people's looks, and he's a coworker, so it's unprofessional nonetheless. Right, Toshi?" I looked over to him and silently pleaded for him to agree and switch the subject when the topic of discussion walked in.

"Ms. Montoya, Sero taped up Mineta again, and I don't want to deal with it, so can you go tell him to take him down?" The man walked past us and went straight to the coffee machine.

"Was that my boy?" My mom perched up, "Shota, come over here. I want to see your face!" Aizawa stiffened and then hunched over, slowly turning to look at me with an annoyed face.

I gave him an innocent smile, "My mom called, and I wasn't doing anything, so I answered."

He blinked a few times before taking a deep breath and walking over to the couch, and leaned over my shoulder. He masks his annoyance with a charming grin, opposite to the creepy, sadistic smile he gives the students. "Hello, Dr. Montoya."

"Hello, dear! How are you? I hope my daughter hasn't been giving you a hard time?" Excuse me?

"No, she's been treating me well. If anything, I'm the one giving her a hard time. She's always working with the students because of me." He admitted, "But she and my students adore each other, so I don't think it's a big issue."

"I see you still have your hair in your face. It got so long! And now you have facial hair! You look like a grown man." My mom clicked her tongue.

"He is a grown man..." I pointed.

"I'm just saying he looks old. I remember him having such a bad case of a babyface. So it's odd to see him look his age." She defended. "You also don't look like you get a lot of sleep. You better be sleeping, sweetheart."

"I get enough sleep, but thank you for worrying." I couldn't help but scoff. Aizawa then glared at me, "Did I say something that amused you?"

"Yeah, you saying you get enough sleep. Mom, this man teaches, but he does patrols at night, so he takes naps in a sleeping bag at work. I'm normally the one that has to wake him up." Aizawa flicked my forehead, "Ow, what was that for?"

"No one likes a snitch." I stuck my tongue out at him, "Stop acting like a child. You're almost thirty." He shook his head and turned his attention to my phone, "Okay, maybe she does give me a hard time sometimes."

From the corner of my eye, I saw Toshinori looking at us with a warm grin. Both Toshinori and my mom began to chuckle after a few seconds of silence, "I'm glad you guys can get along so well." My mom finally said after catching a breath.

"This is them on a daily basis, Mia," Toshinori spoke up. "Your daughter tries to act like she's a mature adult, but once she's with her old friends, she reverts to her fifteen-year-old self. And then the rest of them start to do the same. It's contagious."

"That's cute." My mom smiled. "Well, I am going to let you go since you're at work. It was nice to talk a little finally. And Shota, you grew to be a very handsome man like I suspected. But please dress less like a homeless man."

"It's..." I moved my left hand in front of his face and shook my head, motioning him to stop before saying anything because I knew that it wouldn't stop my mom from calling him a hobo.

"I'll talk to you soon, baby. Please be careful. I don't want to see you getting hurt like Shota and your other coworker did when those villains came onto the school. I am grateful to see you are well, Shota sweetie."

Aizawa gave my mom a tight lip smile and put his right hand on my head, "Yeah, that's mostly due to Mai being on my ass 24/7 during my recovery. I have her to thank along with the doctors and Recovery Girl."

"Like I said, Mai. Always the pair. Toshinori, take care of our girl, okay? Don't let a thing happen to her while she's there! Bye te quiero, mi Sión."

"Love you too, mom." I breathed out a content sigh once I ended the call.

"And you kept complaining about not wanting to talk to your mom." Aizawa patted my head and went back to the coffee machine.

As he left me, it finally dawned on me what he came in here for in the first place, "Mr. Aizawa?"

"Yes, Mai?" His tone was mixed with a sing-song voice and an exasperated voice.

"SERO TAPED UP MINETA AND YOU JUST LEFT THE ROOM!" The six-foot-nothing man's eyes widened while Toshinori just awkwardly sipped his tea.

Aizawa then activated his quirk for some unknown reason, "Why are you using your quirk?" I tilted my head and scrunched my face in confusion.

"You turned on yours first!"

"No, I didn't."

"Yes, you did, Mai. Your eyes were blue, and your hair was starting to glow." Toshinori calmly said, still drinking his tea.

"Oh." I shrugged calmly, deactivating my quirk, "Oh well."

Aizawa looked astonished, "Oh well? You should have a better handle of your quirk by now!"

"Well, I can't help it if someone pisses me off and I let my control go. Anyhoo, I'll go help Mineta out since you won't." I got up from the couch, smoothed out my skirt, and started to make my way over to the class. Not without a final word to Aizawa, "I don't feel comfortable being the one that has to deal with Mineta all the time. He's always drooling and staring. You should be the one dealing with him."

"I figured one of these days you'll blow up on him the way you just did with me. But I guess not." Aizawa shrugged and sipped his coffee while heading over to his desk. Yeah, sure. Like that will stop the little pervert.

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hi, oh my god i can't believe i didn't realize that the line about looking back referred to slaughterhouse-five, like it felt very familiar, and i loved it so much in your story, and that quote is one of my favorites, but it didn't click somehow until you said it. and now my life has come full circle because i first read that book after i found that line quoted in that one very famous stucky fic. wow. fanfiction is amazing.

I’m not a huge fan of Kurt Vonnegut but damn, he has some amazing quotes! I absolutely fell in love with it after reading Slaughterhouse Five and since such a big part of umfb&mha is about the past and always looking back and how destructive that it I couldn’t help but add a little nod to it in chapter 13.

For people who don’t know, the full quote I was referencing is:

“And Lot’s wife, of course, was told not to look back where all those people and their homes had been. But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human. So she was turned into a pillar of salt. So it goes.”

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