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Bloodthirst ⭑˚💋⭑ 𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

bnha x vampire!reader

reverse harem, my hero academia x fem!reader, my vampire!reader, slowburn

As punishment for your sins, you, a young vampire, are banished — not just from your home, but to a different world entirely. Now, you find yourself in a foreign place where Quirks and heroes are the norm. In addition to coming to terms with your new life, you must also face your greatest challenge: controlling your massive thirst for blood.

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“He l-looked at her w-with a, um... I’m not sure how to read this next part.”

“Sorrowful,” the teacher said, awkwardly clearing his throat. “Keep going, please.”

You nodded. “He looked at her with a sorrowful explanation—”

“Expression,” the teacher corrected.

“With a sorrowful expression, and g-grabbed her by the ham—”

“Hand.”

“Grabbed her by the hand, then let out a... happy? Let out a happy sigh.”

“A heavy sigh,” the teacher corrected once more, and he proceeded to echo the passage with a sigh of his own. “That was, um... a good attempt, [Name]. Perhaps you felt a bit nervous reading in front of your new classmates? It’s alright. You’ll get used to it soon.”

Katsuki couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Even an elementary schooler would have had no problem reading that passage. Were you illiterate or something? He’d always known Izuku was pathetic, but what was he thinking, hanging out with a bum like you?

“Dumbass doesn’t even know how to read,” Katsuki muttered.

“I heard that, Bakugou,” the teacher frowned. “What do I keep saying about being nice?”

“Yeah, yeah. My bad, or whatever.”

Despite the fact that you’d just publicly embarrassed yourself, you didn’t look particularly torn up about it. Actually, it looked to Katsuki like you were proud, which baffled him beyond measure, because that display just now was definitely not something to take pride in.

“That was so good!” Izuku congratulated you, grinning ear-to-ear. “You’re learning so quick, [Name]! I can’t even believe how much progress you’ve made already!”

You stuck up your nose in the air. “I guess I’m even smarter than I initially gave myself credit for. I should never have doubted my abilities.”

Katsuki watched the exchange unfold with his mouth gaping open from disbelief. Was this meant to be satire? Some sarcastic routine that he just wasn’t getting? Was he the idiot for not understanding what the hell you two were going on about?

It wasn’t just that you were illiterate, though. You seemed to lack basic knowledge in pretty much all departments, to the point that it had Katsuki wondering how the hell you’d even passed your previous classes.

“[Name],” the teacher said. Katsuki almost felt sorry for you, because it seemed like the dude was calling on you a lot more than the others. Probably since you were new. “Can you tell me what year the Edo period began?”

“What’s that?” you replied shamelessly.

Countless students began mumbling amongst themselves. They couldn’t tell if you were trying to be funny, or really just that ignorant.

“Come on,” the teacher sighed. “You’ve learned about this before. The Edo period. Really rack your brain. I’ll give you a hint. It started sometime during the 17th century.”

“17th century,” you mumbled to yourself. Back in your world, a century was measured as a period of a hundred years. There was no way of knowing if the same was true of this world, but you decided there was no harm in giving it a shot. “So, that means... it started around the year 1700? Right?”

Everyone stared at you in bewilderment. Katsuki couldn’t help but face-palm.

“No, you idiot!” he snapped. “The 17th century started in the 1600s! How the hell do you not know basic shit like this?”

“Huh?” you blinked. “But... the number seventeen...”

“It ended in 1700! For fuck’s sake!”

“Oh,” you replied simply. “I guess that makes sense. I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”

Katsuki was close to ripping out all his hair. Watching you flounder like a fucking dipshit was actually stressing him out. You couldn’t read or write properly, you didn’t know the most common things in terms of history—not just Japanese history, but major global events too—and every time the teacher spoke, your eyes were glossy and wide, as if you were a newborn only just coming to terms with the world around you.

Honestly, you belonged back with the preschoolers, not here with kids that were less than a year away from entering high school.

During the very last period of the day, math, the teacher decided to call on you once again.

“[Name],” he said. “Please come up to the board and solve this equation for me.”

Katsuki enjoyed tormenting people as much as the next dickhead, but this was getting a bit painful to watch, even for him.

You really were thick-skinned, though. As you walked up to the board, your eyes didn’t betray the slightest twinge of nervousness or any other discomfort. Maybe that was one of the benefits of being an idiot. You didn’t even realize just how much others were judging you for it.

The teacher wasn’t testing you like this to be sadistic or anything. He seemed genuinely perplexed as to how you’d even made it to middle school. It was a mystery how you hadn’t been held back up until now. He seemed to be wondering if your placement in this class was some sort of mistake.

That was probably why he gave you a relatively simple equation to solve. If you couldn’t do something like this, then clearly, there was an issue.

“Oh, this is easy!” you grinned, and your carefree attitude made Katsuki scoff in his seat.

Yeah, right. You’re just gonna royally fuck it up like you’ve done with everything else—

“All done!”

The teacher blinked. “Huh? That quick? Oh... y-yes. That’s the right answer. I suppose this one was fairly straightforward, after all.”

Katsuki furrowed his brows. Well, whatever. What you’d just done was nothing impressive. It was the bare minimum, honestly.

“Let’s try something a bit more complicated,” the teacher suggested. He gave you another equation to solve—this time, one that would probably give half the class a bit of trouble. Katsuki had always been smart, so it was child’s play for him, but he doubted you’d be able to figure it out, with your pea-brain and all.

Except you did. And super quickly, as a matter of fact.

Katsuki grimaced. “How the fuck can she do that, but she doesn’t know the most basic shit?”

“Good job, [Name]!” The teacher looked relieved to know that you weren’t completely hopeless. “Um... maybe just one more to try out. This is one is very difficult, though. Even third-year highschoolers would struggle to solve it, so don’t feel discouraged if it doesn’t make any sense.”

The equation on the board was difficult to make sense of, even for Katsuki. He gritted his teeth in annoyance. Well, the teacher did say it was something that wouldn’t be covered until the final year of high school, so there was no helping it.

“This one’s easy too,” you beamed, and proceeded to make quick work of solving it.

Now, the teacher—as well as the entire class—was stunned to silence.

“I-Incredible,” he mumbled in astonishment. “[Name], it seems like you’re gifted when it comes to math. Very nice job! I didn’t realize we had such an advanced student in our class!”

For the millionth time that day, Katsuki was lost for words.

“Are you cheating or some shit?!” he couldn’t help but cry out. “There’s no way you can’t read or write and don’t know basic history but can solve complicated problems like that one!”

You merely scratched your head. “How would I cheat? It’s math. Plus, I showed my steps. How would I know to do that if I’d just guessed the answer or something?”

“That’s... well...”

Katsuki didn’t know what to say. It just didn’t make any sense! And that stupid asshole Izuku was still beaming over at you, looking immeasurably proud. You two dipshits were driving him up the fucking wall!

Before Katsuki could offer up any more protests, the last bell of the day began to chime. Students eagerly got up from their seats and started packing their belongings into their bags. The teacher was trying to remind them of some homework that was due for next class, but everyone was excited to leave and didn’t really pay him much attention.

You happily bounded over to Izuku. “School’s out! These past few days have been a lot of fun. So much more fun than I ever imagined!”

“Yeah,” he smiled back. “I’m glad you’ve been enjoying yourself. And you’re doing a really great job. You should be super proud.”

“Thank you! Let’s head home.”

“Yep!”

The two of you were basically attached at the hip, and it made Katsuki sick to his goddamn stomach.

Since he was remarkably petty, he decided to follow you.

“Oops,” he chuckled, bumping into you, hard, once you’d gotten out of the building.

His two underlings echoed his amusement. “Aw. What are you going to do, illiterate girl? Start another fight? Lick more blood off your fingers like the creep that you are?”

“K-Kacchan,” Izuku swallowed nervously. Ah. There it was. That stupid noble look in his eyes that Katsuki just couldn’t stand. As if he was godsent, doing the whole world a favor, all the while looking down on those around him.

Katsuki narrowed his eyes. “What is it? Say what’s on your mind, shitty Deku.”

“We really don’t need to do this right now,” Izuku trembled. “Just... let us go, okay?”

Izuku was shaking like a leaf in the wind, and it brought a smirk to Katsuki’s lips. Right. That was the way it was supposed to be. He needed to realize his place. He was below him. It had always been that way, and it would always continue to be.

You, however, didn’t appear fazed in the slightest. Katsuki had expected as much, since you clearly had more of a backbone that Izuku. But you needed to learn your place too. He didn’t want you getting any funny ideas and thinking you were actually a match for him.

“What’s your problem?” you finally said. “Izuku hasn’t ever done anything to you. I don’t get what’s fun about going out of your way to make people feel bad. Is your life really that pathetic? Are you just bored out of your mind with nothing better to do?”

Katsuki couldn’t help the disbelieving scoff that left his lips. You were actually serious? You really wanted to do this?

Alright, then. He was done playing nice.

“I’ve been meaning to kick your ass anyways,” he grimaced. He roughly grabbed you by the collar of your shirt and pulled you in, close enough that he was pretty much breathing down your neck. “Try me, bitch,” he spat. “Last time was a fluke. I was going easy on you ‘cause you’re a girl, but I really shouldn’t have. You caught me in a humble mood that day, that’s all.”

You still didn’t look scared. Actually, you were smiling.

Katsuki’s forehead veins were about to pop. “I’m seriously going to beat the shit out of you,” he threatened.

But he didn’t get a chance to. Because you’d already bit him right in the neck.

“Fucking hell, that hurts!”

It hurt more than anything he’d ever felt before. He knew he wasn’t just imagining how sharp your damn teeth were. He could feel them prodding deep underneath the top layer of his skin, and it didn’t stop just at that. There was a sickening squelching sound, right by his ear.

You were sucking his blood, like the fucking freak that you were.

Katsuki tried to push you off, but his strength was failing him. This sensation was just way too strange. It made him want to puke, but somehow also made his head feel all light and fluttery. His cheeks were burning up. His entire body was burning up, for that matter. You were siphoning blood directly from his body, and the realization that your lips were pressed against his skin didn’t help in the slightest.

“Get the hell off me!” he screamed, finally mustering up the power to blow you back. He was panting heavily, cheeks flushed like never before. He could see your face clearly now. He could see the way your lips were painted red with his blood, and that all-too pleased look in your eyes.

“Yum,” you said simply, swiping your tongue across your lips to lap up the leftovers.

“H-Holy shit,” one of his lackeys muttered. “I always knew she was some kind of weirdo, but she really, really is insane. Katsuki... we should go. I’m not looking to get bitten by her too.”

Katsuki was still beet red. It was the first time a girl had ever been so close to him. In a way, you’d just kissed his neck. At the very least, your lips had connected directly with his skin. If that wasn’t a kiss, then what was?

Fuck... talk about the shittiest first kiss ever.

“You’re a freak,” he managed to say, but his voice came out sounding shaky and hoarse. His heart was racing right now, and it made him feel absolutely disgusting.

“Fine by me,” you smiled. “Pick on Izuku again and I’ll bite you even harder next time. It’s your call.”

Katsuki angrily wiped his hand across the spot on his neck that you’d bitten into. There was a bit of blood glazing the surface, no doubt paired with some of your saliva. It felt wet and slimy.

Yeah. This was officially the worst day of his life.

“How fucking dare you,” he gritted out. “You’re going to pay for this. Just you wait.”

He stormed off before he could hear what else you had to say, his two lackeys quickly following suit.

You were still smiling, because you’d just killed two birds with one stone. You’d managed to put a bully in his place and gotten to drink some yummy blood. It wasn’t much, but it was honest work.

Izuku looked like he was on the verge of passing out. “[N-Name]… you can’t just do stuff like that. Especially without warning me. You’re going to give a heart attack one of these days...”

“Well, it looked like he was about to start a fight, so I decided to strike first and catch him off-guard.”

“What if someone catches you doing that? I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

“I was actually thinking about this, and I figure we can just say it has something to do with my Quirk. Most people probably wouldn’t just assume I'm a vampire, after all. Can’t I pretend like my Quirk has to do with drinking blood? Like the more blood I drink, the stronger I get, or something like that.”

“That could work,” he acknowledged. “But people still aren’t supposed to use their Quirks to inflict harm onto others. I get that since we were dealing with Kacchan, it’s a bit of a different case, but still. Just be careful, okay? I wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to you.”

You hummed in agreement. “Alright. I won’t be so hasty to do that next time. I’ll just punch him in the face like I did before.”

“Um, no. Please don’t do that either.”

“Anyways!” you chirped. “I’m super relieved that math is the same here as it is back home. Dealing with numbers is a lot easier than trying to make sense of all this new information.”

“Still, that question you solved at the end of class looked really hard,” Izuku remarked, clearly impressed. “We’re the same age, aren’t we? But it seems like you’re a lot more advanced.”

“My parents made sure I was always on top of my studies,” you shrugged. “It’s the same education the rest of my siblings received, so I never thought much of it. Math is fine and all, but I hope I’ll be able to do well in my other subjects too, once I actually get used to reading and writing.”

“I’m sure you will. And, um...” For some reason, he’d turned awfully red. “A-About before, when you drank Kacchan’s blood. I know you have to drink blood to survive, so I just wanted to make sure that you know I’ll always give you mine, whenever you need it. Just don’t be afraid to ask me for help... okay?”

Goodness. He really was an angel.

“Of course,” you grinned back. “I know I can always count on you, Izuku. Plus, your blood tastes the best by far.”

“I-It does?” he stammered, somehow getting even more red.

“Yep! You’re my favorite!”

“Oh... I see.”

He didn’t say anything else apart from that, perhaps because he was too flustered to think of a response. But judging by the wobbly little smile on his lips, he seemed to be taking it as a compliment rather than being put off by your words.

Katsuki had never in his life suffered such humiliation before.

“Fucking hell!” he cried out, slamming the front door as he angrily barged into his house. Naturally, he was making a ton of noise, and this drew the attention of his parents. More specifically, his mother, Mitsuki, who came stomping towards him.

“Katsuki, you little piece of shit!” she snapped. “What’s the matter with you, yelling and slamming doors the second you get home?!”

“Piss off,” he grimaced. “I’m not in the mood.”

“Is that how you talk to your mother?!”

She proceeded to grab him by the ear and pull on it, which of course just made Katsuki’s shitty mood even worse. Normally, he would’ve snapped back at her again, but given everything that had already transpired today, he was feeling more deflated than he would’ve liked to admit.

Not only had you held your own in a fight against him before, but you’d somehow managed to completely overwhelm him back at school. It was the second time. The second time that Katsuki hadn’t emerged victorious against you.

Mitsuki must have noticed her son’s downcast expression, because she finally let go of his ear and frowned. “Seriously, what’s going on? You’re even more irritable than usual. Is there something weighing on your mind?”

In response to her question, Katsuki’s cheeks instantly turned red.

“J-Just leave me alone,” he muttered, then shoved his hands into his pockets and retreated to the comfort of his room—making sure to slam that door shut as well.

Mitsuki was left with a blank look in her eyes.

A look that quickly turned into realization.

“Well, this is new. He’s red as a tomato,” she mused. “I bet it has something to do with a girl.”