#bakugou katsuki x oc

[light-suki]

A winter walk together

Thank you so much @m-ete0ra for this sweet commission ❤️. You’re a sweetheart

[hushedstarlight]

𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬, 𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑼𝑨𝑳𝑳𝒀 || 𝟎𝟐

𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘝𝘐𝘚𝘐𝘖𝘕𝘈𝘓 𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘖 𝘓𝘐𝘊𝘌𝘕𝘚𝘌 𝘌𝘟𝘈𝘔 𝘈𝘙𝘊 — 𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘈𝘕𝘖𝘙𝘔𝘈𝘓 𝘓𝘐𝘉𝘌𝘙𝘈𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕 𝘞𝘈𝘙 𝘈𝘙𝘊

𝘊𝘞: 𝘚𝘗𝘖𝘐𝘓𝘌𝘙𝘚 | 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋 𝘈𝘛 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘖𝘞𝘕 𝘋𝘐𝘚𝘊𝘙𝘌𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕, 𝘔𝘖𝘚𝘛𝘓𝘠 𝘊𝘈𝘕𝘖𝘕 𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘗𝘓𝘐𝘈𝘕𝘛, 𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘈𝘓 𝘋𝘌𝘈𝘛𝘏, 𝘒𝘈𝘊𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘕 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘚 𝘈𝘊𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘓𝘐𝘒𝘌 𝘈 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘓 𝘗𝘌𝘙𝘚𝘖𝘕 𝘈𝘛 𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌 𝘗𝘖𝘐𝘕𝘛 𝘐𝘕 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘚

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𝘔.𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛

akina helped izuku move his all might paraphernalia into his dorm. all his classmates except (you guessed it!) katsuki were happy to see her.

the night after passing her Provisional Hero License Exam, akina originally had plans to watch old all might videos with izuku, but when he told her about his meet up with katsuki, she ended up aimlessly walking around campus. that’s when she heard the overwhelming sound of katsuki’s explosion. she turned around and ran back to where she’d just passed all might.

“they’re fighting. izu-kun and katsuki.”

and though she initially planned to follow him, akina stood still and watched the retired hero run off. instead, she walked to her dorm and laid down.

when she woke up, it was to the sound of incessant ringing coming from her phone. without checking the caller id, she answered.

“hel-“

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME THAT LOSER GOT HIS QUIRK FROM ALL MIGHT!”

“…”

she hung up on him.

when it came to it, akina had some interesting choices for her work study.

“hey, hayashi! long time no see! who are you thinking of doing your work study with?”

“oh. hello, ashido. i don’t think i wanna go back to hosu. i might check out one of the agencies that i got internship offers from. maybe ryukyu’s agency or best jeanist’s-“

“NO WAY IN HELL!”

she ended up going to best jeanist’s agency.

she noticed izuku’s mood was off during the first few days of his of his own work study. however, she didn’t get much time to dwell on it before she’d gotten a phone call from a distraught mitsuki bakugou.

there’d been a house fire that night. her mom didn’t make it out.

when katsuki’s mom called him, he’d rolled his eyes but reluctantly answered. he wasn’t prepared for her to tell him, in hysterics, that their neighbor had died.

“katsuki, i need you to listen to me. that girl has no one, now. just for now, i need you to be a hero for her.”

“tch. shut it, hag, i know.”

it wasn’t long after she got that she heard the disruption that is katsuki bakugou.

“GET OUT OF MY DAMN WAY, EXTRAS!”

“you aren’t even in our class! what are you doing here?”

“SHUT IT AND TELL ME WHERE BARNEY’S ROOM IS!”

she became a shell of herself after that.

after the Shie Hassaikai Raid, izuku checked on her everyday (katsuki wouldn’t let him leave the 1-a dorms while he was crying), but it didn’t do much.

katsuki would go out to the kitchen and prep three meals every morning to make sure akina had food for the day. on days when he had his Remedial Courses, he’d ask make izuku to deliver the food.

after staff found out, her work study was promptly ended (prior to all the work studies being canceled), and she’d been excused from class.

she’d returned to class a week later, hair much shorter and choppier, heavy bags under her eyes, and a dead expression on her face.

even though it was sad to see, everyone had almost gotten used to her lack of expression over the recent weeks. so much so that it genuinely shocked them when her eyes widened and her face flushed at the sight of shinsou as he joined class a and b for Joint Training.

“oouu hayashi~ you got the hots for shinsou?”

“.. kaminari, shouldn’t you be with your class?”

akina got grouped with pony tsunotori, juzo honenuki, and tetsutetsu tetsutetsu. she held her own against ojirou until iida managed to get her into the irredeemable jail cell, where she sat until the time ran out.

she enjoyed watching the last two matches, not at all surprised by class 1-a’s swift win in round four.

what did surprise her, though, was the newest addition to izuku’s quirk.

after the final round, akina quickly tracked down her closest friend, not at all surprised to see katsuki right there with him.

life was mostly uneventful until the Paranormal Liberation War.

akina was helping evacuate when izuku took off without so much as an explanation. before she could blink, katsuki was gone, too. even though she wanted to go after them, she knew she had an obligation to help the civilians get out of harms way.

as the scene got progressively more chaotic, akina pushed to help everyone she could. so many were stuck under debris from gigantomachia’s storm.

while she was pointing an older woman in the direction of the nearest rescue tent, she spotted a huge chunk of an apartment building falling.

two small children sat crying right in the landing zone.

before she could think, akina was standing in between of the kids with her hands above her head. most of the concrete turned to dust and fell smoothly. however, there was a rather large piece that didn’t disintegrate until after it hit akina in the head. as disoriented as she was, she made sure to get the kids to safety. she wasn’t even gonna get looked over until one of her peers said something to her.

“dissolvere, you’re bleeding! what happened?”

ears ringing, the girl turned to look at the hero approaching her. their mouth was moving, but the girl couldn’t hear a thing besides an incessant ringing. insisting she was fine, akina went to continue her job.

she didn’t get far before everything went black.

when she came to, she was in a hospital bed, vlad king seated next to her.

“you’ve been out for a few days. the head injury should’ve only kept you out for a day max, but apparently you haven’t been taking care of yourself.”

while her homeroom teacher continued to lecture her, akina noticed the far off look on his face.

“what happened?”

“UH? I JUST TOLD YOU WHA-“

“not to me. what happened?”

with a heavy heart, the hero gave his student a run down of everything that transpired. from the heroes storming and evacuating the hospital to the 1-a knuckleheads students getting caught in the middle of it all, he told her everything.

after hearing of the gains and losses, akina yanked the iv out of her arm and ran to the room izuku was in. all but snatching the door open, she came to an abrupt stop at seeing inko midoriya.

upon seeing her closest friend seemingly lifeless and his distressed mother, akina’s heart felt heavy. before inko could get a word out, akina was on her knees, forehead meeting the floor.

“i’m so sorry i wasn’t there to protect him.”

after everything had mostly settled and all the students were safely on campus, they had another problem to deal with.

izuku had disappeared.

he wrote letters to all his classmates explaining the circumstances of his quirk and how he was a danger to them all.

after promptly turning the piece of paper to ash, katsuki set off to find akina. if anyone knew where that bastard was, it would be her.

he made quick work of getting to the 1-b dorms and found her bedroom door cracked open. he pushed his way in and immediately saw the balcony door open, the curtains flowing in the window.

before he could even think, katsuki was on the balcony looking over the edge to see.. nothing.

“you just couldn’t wait to see me laid out on the ground, could you?”

katsuki gave himself whiplash with how fast he turned around. tucked in the corner, legs bunched up and head resting on her knees, sat akina. beside her was a piece of paper.

“where the hell is he, hayashi?”

before giving her a chance to respond (she wouldn’t have regardless), the blonde picked up the letter she received from his longest friend rival. it was noticeably different from the ones he and his classmates had recieved.

Akina-chan,

I’m not going to tell you anything you already know. I just want you to understand that I have to do this. We both know that the league wants me. I need to leave. I’m so sorry to leave you like this. I know if I did this face to face, I wouldn’t be able to leave. I love you more than you know. You’ve been my best friend, my biggest support, my sister for my whole life. All I want from you is to take care of yourself. Put yourself first. You’ve been looking after me for years, and that isn’t fair to you. When I come back, I’ll make sure to return the favor. But for now, I just need you to make sure you’re okay.

Your best friend,

Izu-kun

𝘖𝘏 𝘔𝘠 𝘎𝘖𝘖𝘋𝘕𝘌𝘚𝘚. 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘳 ಥ‿ಥ 𝘪'𝘮 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘻𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘥 (𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭!) 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘢. 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵. 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘪'𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦? 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩 @starrynightsandcloudydays 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢. 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘢'𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘮𝘬 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧. 𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘣𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪 (≧∇≦)/

— 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯

[lvmimis]

cw: atla au. fem!reader and a named female oc are both pro benders. fighting-focused without overt graphic descriptions. a/n: the pro-bending here is not exactly the same as in lok, i've taken a lot of liberties. this part focuses a lot on reader's friend to set the stage but a subsequent part will be more about reader.

Pro-bending is a terrible use of your time, and yet you’re here, checking the straps of your helmet and making sure the oversized gourd that hangs between your shoulder blades is well-affixed to your person. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the full-length mirrors placed along the wall as you move through the lockers to find your friend and shake your head. Ridiculous.

When you finally find your friend, she’s still finagling with her wristguards and you can see a small cloud of steam leave her nostrils as she breathes out sharply in a huff. She’s both frustrated and shaking with anticipation, and yet she doesn’t look as ridiculous as you feel you do in her own gear.

“Don’t burn down the locker room, Nova,” you tease, moving closer to help with the straps. Her left hand shakes a little as you secure them, and she sighs. You pretend to duck and the sigh shifts to a pout.

“Stop making fun of me!”

“Stop making it easy and I won’t.”

She rolls her eyes, but her typical cheer returns shortly as she jumps up from her bench and puts her hands up into fists.

“I can’t believe we’re finally doing this!” she says, and giving herself a wide berth from you showcases one of her winning combos, a jab-hook and roundhouse kick, flames ablaze and disappearing as quickly as they appear.

You also cannot believe you’re doing this and twist your mouth to the side, but Nova is extremely convincing when she wants to be, and you’ve been her sparring partner for long enough that it wouldn’t make sense to let her go into this venture alone. You’re not as good as her, but you’ve been decent at your amateur club, and your mentor has pushed for you to show up together.

“Can’t wait to lose the first match,” you start, making your way out of the locker room. You can feel the water in your gourd sloshing away with every step and wonder if you overfilled it. In truth, however, you can never have too much water, anyone from a Water nation tribe knows this, even if your ancestry is what one would call dilute.

“You say this every time and have your opponent begging for mercy.”

You roll your eyes. This time will be different, you can sense it, and you tell her just that.

“This is the rookie contest. They can’t be that good.” Nova says. She’s moving up to the main arena faster now, her legs carrying her closer and closer to the promise of glory, and you have to take longer strides to catch up to her. The two of you end up spilling into one of the openings, where there is still a match taking place, and from the look and sound of it, reaching its final stage. Nova is easily transfixed, while you lead her by the shoulders to a spot to sit down that’s a few bleachers up, almost tripping over a step when she stops suddenly and you slam into her.

“Nova!”

“God, did you see that?”

You didn’t see it, but when you turn, there appears to be a repeat exciting move, a fire bender who blasts off into the air and appears to dive back down in a cyclone of fire. You frown, wondering why that’s legal, and wince as he makes impact with the air bender who’s decided to protect themselves in a ball of wind energy. It doesn’t work – the impact multiplies and the whole pit seems to erupt in blinding light; and then it recedes, and there’s one clear victor. 

The blonde-haired firebender isn’t even panting when he’s announced victory and you grimace while Nova holds onto your arm, clearly smitten. It’s unsurprising, because even you can tell he’s conventionally attractive, and knows so, tall and athletically built with sharp crimson eyes and a cocky grin flashed at the crowd. You eye the opponent’s injuries which seem mild, although he seems clearly dazed, and you realize that the gloating young man is particularly skilled, if he’s able to minimize injury in such a powerful blow.

That being said, you won’t let go of an opportunity to tease your friend. “Stop slobbering and get ready for your match,” you remind her, before patting her shoulder. “I can’t wait to see you wipe the floor with them.”

Nova’s grin is wide and she promises to make you and herself proud.

You find a seat quickly near the bleachers while the arena is cleared and you watch Nova shrug her shoulders and roll her neck as a woman is placed before her. A waterbender like you, but her rain of hailstones is not particularly impressive, and Nova clears them quickly into rain and then steam before they touch her with flames fanning towards the sky. You lean forward, watching carefully for any identifying features. You should have studied who exactly was in the scene and who was famous before you got here, but it would only have stressed you out more.

Nova completes the match quickly with a ring out. It’s more merciful than her predecessor but the opponent has a similar dazed expression on their face by the end of the match. Nova comes out quickly and waves at you excitedly, glee on her face.

It’s your turn next.

Your first match is easy, thankfully, your opponent, a particularly agitated airbender whose bursts of air pressure are easily dodged or deflected with your water used as a fortified shield. He loses when he slips on a patch of ice right out of the ring, too slow and surprised to suspend himself in the air. The crowd laughs, and you feel a little bad, a sheepish expression on your face.

You clear the arena quickly, your heart pounding from the exhilaration of the fight, and Nova gives you a high five. Another match takes about ten minutes to end, and you’re barely paying attention to the two earthbenders throwing rocks at each other in a manner akin to apes, still trying to catch your breath and calm your nerves before your next match. You control your breathing. Across the lowest rung of the bleachers where you sit, you can see the blonde from earlier staring directly in your direction, and then you realize he is staring really at your friend, and look at the match rundown on the projector. Two and two add up.

“Nova, your next opponent is the guy from earlier. Bakugou.”

Nova blinks then leans in closer.

“Which guy?”

You press your lips in a thin line. "Mr. Hot and Sexy.”

Her eyes widen, and it almost irritates you that the designation helped. You try to point discreetly in the correct direction, and he’s still staring with red, practically glowing eyes at her, as though trying to mildly intimidate but not threaten her. Nova stares back just as fiercely, and you’re thankful that at least she won’t let a boy win just because he’s cute.

You do notice besides him, there’s another pro bender who’s staring at the match that is in no way interesting far too intensely, leaned so far forward he might as well fall off his chair and once you squint closer, you realize he has a notepad before him and is scribbling something quickly. Just from the way his pen moves, you figure his handwriting is messy and disorganized, but his green eyes are bright and clearly intelligent. His shoulders are broad, not unlike the young man next to him, but he seems just a bit wider and more relaxed. Gentle even, like the dark-green curls of his hair, like he’d much rather give you a hug than lay a finger on you. 

And yet, he’s here.

“Nova, don’t you dare lose to him,” you warn her when it’s her turn to go up. She bumps fists with you, grinning, and you see Bakugou do the same as they both approach the arena from the stair-rails.

They acknowledge each other and you find your hand tensing up around the water gourd now sitting in your lap for comfort.

It’s for good reason, because their first bout is fierce to say the least. Nova’s flames are fast and many, and Bakugou responds to each with a dodge or even fiercer fire. At some point, your jaw drops as he practically inhales a blast, then returns it larger, and more focused, and for a moment you wonder one, if the referee has vetted that move, or two, if he’s a combustion bender in addition to simple fire bending, given that the blast, when dodged, practically destroys a corner of the arena. Nova, a little startled, propels herself to one side of the arena, then looks at the destruction, then back at Bakugou. Sweat beads visibly on her forehead.

“Is that all you got?!” Bakugou taunts. Nova grits her teeth, and then she’s back at him, a running start into a fire-filled windmill kick her next attack. Bakugou dodges, then his hand closes around her ankle which makes you gasp, and a throw nearly gets her out of the ring in an uncontrolled somersault that stops just short of the edge of the platform.

She’s back up and at him yet again in a second, and the crowd, also holding their breath, cheers loudly. Fists ablaze, she punches, one after the other, many of which are dodged, but the last one he has to block with a cross of his arms before his face, and he’s pushed back. Revitalized, Nova kicks one more time but she’s tripped suddenly, and in seconds falls flat on the ground, staring at the ceiling. 

You watch in shock as he takes the immediate opportunity to pin her down, and one blast that is a bit more than fire charges from the palm of his hand, but then before the referee can blow their whistle, he slams into the ground next to her head.

“You’re done,” he mouths. Nova looks shocked, biting her lower lip in anger rather than concede an embarrassing defeat. 

The referee ends the match and the crowd claps, giving a standing ovation to both for their fight. You stand too and clap enthusiastically, even though Nova looks both flustered and angry by the time she makes it back to you after being checked out for injuries. 

“This is so embarrassing,” she murmurs under her breath, twirling a lock of her hair. You offer her a reassuring smile.

“You did a good job.”

She sighs and takes your gourd from you and puts it in her own lap, tapping nervously at the sides. She doesn’t seem too banged up so you’re thankful.

“You’re fighting someone named Midoriya next,” she says now, after glancing at the updated projector. Your faces aren’t displayed against the projector. 

You take a deep breath, then take your gourd back from her gently. 

“If I get my ass beat too it’s fine, as long as it’s fast. Then we can both go home.”

Nova pouts and she’s so puppy-like you find yourself stifling a laugh.

“Fine, I”ll try.”

A few more moments pass, and you’re called to the arena.

The curly haired man with Bakugou looks at you and smiles, an action that disarms you, before he prepares to face you too.

[keydooo]

Another drawing for my helplessly simp bae💙 (she simps for both Baku and Dean)

What is he whispering in her ear?😔

(Lend me some money I gave it all to Deku)

original under the cut

credits to the artist

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Bakugou Katsuki X OC SMAU

The friendship between Hanamaki Eiko and Shinsou Hitoshi has been getting deeper. Her close friend, Bakugou Katsuki, is not a fan.

This is a cute little heart to heart moment related to my main BNHA fic (which is not posted on Tumblr) but you don't have to read that to read these (especially since it's old and not finished 🤪)

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[ghostxrose]

𝑶𝒇 𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆𝒏 | 𝑩𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒈𝒐 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊 𝒙 𝑶𝑪

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven |

Summary ~ The war between humanity and aliens began in 2013 when the first Kaiju hauled itself out of the depths of the ocean. It rampaged through three cities, destroying everything in its path and killing thousands before it was finally taken down. As more Kaiju emerged from the sea, nations put aside rivalries and hatred in order to ban together and find a solution to save the human race.

Azusa had never imagined that this would be the world that she would grow up in. Mankind using giant robots to take down massive alien monsters sounds like the stuff of movies not the reality that she’s forced to live. She had also never imagined signing herself up to battle the monsters from the sea, but somebody needed to avenge her brother’s death and her father sure as hell wasn’t doing it.

Tags/Warnings ~ Fem!OC, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual fluff, enemies to friends to lovers, slow burn, potentially triggering content, universe-typical violence, Enji Todoroki (yes, that is a warning, he's trash), character death, suicidal ideation, (more tags to be added as story develops <3)

Note ~ Heyy, Lovelies! This fic is my twist on MHA characters in the Pacific Rim universe. I am absolutely obsessed with Pacific Rim, it's probably my most favorite movie! So this fic is my mash up of two of my fave things. It is xOC instead of xReader, but I hope that you enjoy it all the same. I'm one of those readers who will imagine myself as the main character no matter what, so this can be read as reader-insert. Anyway, enough with my rambling, enjoy the story My Lovelies! <3

“Get going, Azusa!” He says with urgency as he ushers her out of the kitchen.

“I’m not fucking going anywhere without you, Toya! I have a bad feeling about this one! Please listen to me, don’t go with Dad!” She pleads over the sounds of their younger siblings crying.

“Dammit Azusa, I have to! Dad doesn’t have another co-pilot! We’ll be fine, just go!” He borderline shouts at her as he makes his way to the door.

“Don’t go! Please, don’t go!” She cries, grabbing his arm and pulling him away from the door.

“Fucking let me go! This is a job, Azusa, and I’ve been called to go do it! Go help Mom with Natsuo, Fuyumi, and Shoto!” He yells, ripping his arm out of her grasp and rushing out the door, slamming it shut behind him.

“Dammit, Toya-”

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Jolting upright in her bed, chest heaving and tears wetting her face, Azusa slams the button on her alarm. Letting out a groan, she wipes at her face and tries to even out her breathing. It takes a few minutes, as it always does, but she finally manages to recover and drags herself out of bed.

“Thanks, subconscious.” She mumbles bitterly as she makes her way to the bathroom. She goes through the motions of her everyday routine; getting dressed, putting her hair up, brushing her teeth, staring at the old family vacation photo on her dresser for too long.. Numbly, she finishes lacing up her boots, then stands up ready to answer the door for the knock she knows is coming.

The predicted knock does happen and she opens the door to greet her sister, “Morning, Fuyumi.” She says as she steps out of her room, closing the door behind her and locking it.

“Good morning, Azusa! You ready for today?” Fuyumi asks her as the two make their way to the elevator.

“As ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.” She says with a slight shrug as they step into the elevator.

After pressing the button for the Mess Hall, Fuyumi joins her sister in leaning against the back wall of the elevator. She bumps her shoulder against Azusa’s with a small playful smile on her face.

“It’s a big day for you, kinda thought you’d be more hyped.” She comments, her features taking on a bit of concern.

“It’s just another day, Yumi. Just another day of being one of his soldiers that he couldn’t give less of a damn about.” Azusa replies in an emotionless tone to cover up the anger burning beneath her skin.

Fuyumi lets out a heavy sigh as the elevator doors open, “He does care, Zusa… And I know that it won’t be the same without Toya there to cheer you on.. but it’s been three years. There was nothing more you could have done that day to stop him. He’s gone, you’re here, and you worked your ass off to get to this point. You deserve to feel excited about today.” She says tiredly as they walk up to the food line.

“Yeah..” Azusa responds quietly, letting the conversation fizzle out. They fill up their trays with no further conversation being made, then head for a table with open seating.

Unfortunately for both of them the only table with open seating just so happens to be next to the table that Katsuki Bakugo and his group are sitting at. Azusa rolls her eyes at the comments and praises she hears being thrown the blonde’s way as she sits down. It’s been two years since her group entered the Ranger Program and Bakugo’s arrogant personality hasn’t dimmed a bit. Not even being behind the scenes during humanity’s war against aliens has done anything to lessen his pompous attitude.

“Who do you think you’ll be Drift-compatible with, Bakugo?” Azusa hears Mina’s perky voice ask.

“I don’t think any of you extras could handle being in my head and I sure as hell don’t wanna be in any of your idiotic brains. I’m just gonna ask the Marshal to let me pilot by my damn self.” Bakugo replies with a tone full of annoyance, earning himself a few gasps of shock and a bit of laughter.

“Oh c’mon man, you know single piloting is impossible even with the tech we have now! Plus, I think we’d be Drift-compatible! We work well together and we’re both super manly!” She hears Kirishima exclaim and she lets out a small huff of laughter at the pose she knows he’s doing even without looking at him.

“I don’t need a damn co-pilot and if I am forced to have one, it better not be any of you idiots!” Bakugo bites out and Azusa rolls her eyes once again as she digs into her breakfast.

“What a jerk, Dad’s gonna be pissed if Bakugo actually puts in that request,” Fuyumi comments quietly before taking a sip of her juice.

Azusa silently nods her head in absentminded agreement as she takes another bite. Suddenly, everyone around her quiets down, their heads bowing in respect and words becoming low whispers.

“Good morning, Rangers.” Marshal Todoroki greets, his booming voice echoing throughout the Mess Hall and demanding attention.

“As many of you know, today is the day that groups A through D will be testing to find their Drift-compatibility partners, or rather, their co-pilots. All other groups will be excused from their training to witness the event, but do not mistake this as a free day. Learn something from what you witness. As for groups A through D, tests will begin at 0800. Be prepared and be on time.” He continues, his stern tone making everyone give an intimidated nod of understanding.

“Ranger Azusa Todoroki,” Marshal Todoroki calls out, causing everyone’s eyes to turn toward the girl. Azusa clenches her jaw and her eyes meet the cold blue ones of her father.

“Come to my office once you have finished breakfast. Thank you, everyone, you may carry on.” He finishes with a slight bow of his head before he and his second-in-command, Marshal Shota Aizawa, turn to leave. Noise ensues once again with the disappearance of the Marshal’s presence. Meaningless chatter and the clattering of dishware fill the room, but one voice, in particular, catches Azusa’s attention as very much intended by the voice’s owner.

“Aww, the princess get in trouble, again?” Bakugo’s taunting comment grates at Azusa’s eardrums and her grip on her chopsticks tightens.

Other than the whitening of her knuckles, she gives no reaction toward the blonde, her eyes cast down toward her food tray despite wanting to glare at Bakugo. She numbly finishes her breakfast, tells Fuyumi that she’ll see her later, then stands to clear her place. She can feel eyes on her as she takes her tray to the trash bin, but she maintains her facade of emotionless neutrality as she walks out of the Mess Hall.

“The fuck does the old man want now?” She mumbles out angrily under her breath as she steps into the elevator.

Jamming her finger against the button for the floor that the Marshal’s office is on, she lets out a long breath. Stepping back to the middle of the elevator, Azusa crosses her arms over her chest and closes her eyes. A minute or two passes and the elevator groans as it comes to a stop. She prepares herself, mentally and physically, to step out of the elevator when the doors begin to open but pauses when she comes face to face with Marshal Todoroki.

“Marshal?” She questions, bowing her head slightly, confusion flashing over her features before she settles back into her neutral state.

“We will be going down to the Shatterdome instead.” Marshal Todoroki says, his voice taking on a much different tone than earlier.

He stares at Azusa with an expectant look as he waits for her to move back so that he can step into the elevator. Azusa shakes the confusion from her mind and dutifully steps back to let the large man through the doorway. Tense silence fills the cramped-feeling space as she presses the button for the Shatterdome. The elevator groans once again as it begins descending.

“Why are we going to the Shatterdome, Sir?” Azusa asks, tone neutral and emotionless and the Marshal lets out a tired sigh.

“Azusa, please, it’s just the two of us you can call me da-”

“I stopped calling you that a long time ago, Enji. Why would I start again now? Just tell me why you wanted me to meet with you instead of letting me go get ready for my Drift-compatibility tests.” Azusa bites out, cutting off her father’s words.

Marshal Todoroki’s jaw clenches and his fists clench before the tension deflates from his body and a look of defeat fills his features, “I want to show you something.” He replies vaguely and Azusa sends him an incredulous look.

“You want to show me something?? This is ridiculous! I need to be getting ready, not dealing with your feeble attempts at earning my forgiveness ba-” Azusa’s anger gets the better of her until she cuts herself off, clamping her mouth shut as the elevator doors open.

Marshal Todoroki stays silent as they step out of the elevator, only opening his mouth to greet others. They move through the hustle and bustle of the Shatterdome, walking past Jaeger after Jaeger and all of the people working on said Jaegers. They finally stop at the far end of Bay 12, both of them turning their bodies toward the Jaeger standing tall against the wall. Azusa’s neck cranes as she looks up at the gigantic robot, a tidal wave of emotions flooding her as she takes it in.

“Bravo Inferno,” Azusa whispers out, tears building up on her lash lines and the Marshal quietly nods from beside her. “The day Toya died.. I thought she was too destroyed to salvage, I mean, you barely came back in one piece.. H-how is she here?” She asks, her voice thick with emotion and tears slipping down her face.

“It took the repair techs a long time, but they were able to put her back together. In fact, she’s better than she was before.. on the inside, that is. I made sure the outside was redone to look the same as when she first came out of production.” Marshal Todoroki says quietly, his hands clasped behind his back professionally but his face full of emotions.

Azusa stares up at her brother’s old Jaeger with a mixture of awe and sadness. The blue flame-colored paint reflects the lights of the Shatterdome, giving it a pearlescent shine. Bravo Inferno’s emblem, a flaming phoenix, is stamped proudly on the left side of its chest along with the numbers from the year it was made. From head to toe, the Jaeger looks just like it had the day Azusa watched it leave the base being piloted by her brother for the last time.

“What was the point of this?” Azusa asks, coming back to her senses and remembering that she is standing with the man responsible for her brother’s death. “You piloting again or something?”

Still looking up at Bravo Inferno, the Marshal shakes his head, “No, my piloting days are long since over with. I’m passing Bravo Inferno on to you, Azusa. It’s.. it’s what Toya would have wanted had he thought the war would still be going on.” He says looking at Azusa with the ghost of a smile on his saddened face.

It takes a moment for Azusa to work past the lump in her throat, to straighten her back even though she wants to fall to her knees and sob. A strained “thank you” makes its way out of her mouth as she blinks away the tears in her eyes.

𖤛 𖤛 𖤛

Azusa cracks her knuckles before crossing her arms and waiting for the tests to begin. She and the other Rangers who will be testing today are gathered around the training mats, most idly chatting as they wait for Marshal Todoroki and Marshal Aizawa. She does a quick glance around and sees some of the other Rangers stretching, so she follows suit.

“Hey, Azusa!” Someone calls out excitedly right as Azusa hears footsteps approaching her. Turning her head, she catches sight of Tetsutetsu and Kendo making their way toward her. She sends them a small smile and waves, Tetsutetsu’s bright smile making her want to put on sunglasses.

“Hey guys,” she says when the two get up to her, narrowly dodging Tetsutetsu when he tries to engulf her in a hug.

“You nervous?” Kendo asks when the three of them fall back into warm-up stretches.

“Nope. I just hope that I get a good co-pilot.” Azusa answers simply as she leans further into a leg lunge.

“How are you not nervous?? Literally, everyone will be watching; Rangers, Rangers-in-training, Marshal Aizawa, Marshal Todoroki.. You’re seriously not nervous about your dad watching the tests??” Tetsutetsu rambles out before he is whacked upside the head by Kendo.

“Dude, shut up!” Kendo reprimands and Azusa huffs out a laugh.

“No, I’m not nervous. I don’t care who’s watching.” Azusa says with a shrug of her shoulders.

“Attention, Rangers!” Marshal Aizawa’s stern voice calls out and everyone stands at attention.

“At ease,” Marshal Todoroki calls out next as he steps up next to Marshal Aizawa. Everyone relaxes but keeps their full attention on the two men at the front of the room.

“We’ll go over a brief explanation of how the tests will work, then we’ll get started.” Marshal Aizawa starts as the bleachers along the walls of the room begin filling with the other groups of Rangers-in-training that aren’t testing.

“The tests will work like this; one-on-one melee combat with bo staffs. You all have been broken up into smaller groups based on your results from previous Drift simulations and screenings. These one-on-ones will help better identify who exactly you work well with. Remember Rangers, these are dialogues, not fights. The goal is to find a co-pilot that keeps up with your moves and keeps the scores even. Should one of you outright win a match then we’ll know that person is not a match for you. The cementing stage of this test will occur at a later date when you and your co-pilot are assigned a Jaeger and go through your first real Drift together.” Marshal Aizawa explains in his normal serious yet tired tone.

“Rangers Bakugo, Kirishima, Tetsutetsu, Todoroki, Kendo, and Hado, grab your bo staffs then step onto the mat. Each of you will have one match with each other then Marshal Todoroki and I will review your scores later. Your co-pilots will be announced tomorrow if we get through everyone’s tests today. Marshal Todoroki, if you would choose the starting pairings, please,” Marshal Aizawa says and Marshal Todoroki scans over the six Rangers lined up in front of him.

“Kendo with Bakugo, Tetsutetsu with Hado, and Kirishima with Todoroki.” Marshal Todoroki says, tone firm as always and his gaze already full of judgment.

“Rangers spread out across the mat with your respective opponent and assume position. You will begin when I say so.” Marshal Aizawa commands and the Rangers listen accordingly.

Once they’ve reached a space far enough away from the other pairs, Azusa faces Kirishima with her bo staff positioned diagonally in front of her. She takes in a deep breath, steadying the few nerves that have crept into her system, and bends her knees slightly ready to move to either defend or attack. Kirishima does the same, winking at her when their eyes meet with a playful smirk on his face.

“Rangers begin,” Marshal Aizawa commands, and the pairs begin their matches.

The match between Bakugo and Kendo ends quickly with the score being; Bakugou 4 and Kendo 1. That’s not to say that Kendo didn’t try her best to keep up with Bakugou, it’s just that the blonde was relentless. Despite them all being told that the matches were supposed to flow like dialogues and not fights, it’s just like Katsuki Bakugo to do his own thing. Tetsutetsu and Hado’s match ended a bit better with their scores being; Hado 4 and Tetsutetsu 2. In both of their typical fashions, they shook hands at the end of the match, both of them wearing confident smiles.

Kirishima and Azusa started out neck and neck, but that changed quickly when Azusa got the upper hand. Their match ended with the scores being; Azusa 4 and Kirishima 2. Azusa helped Kirishima up after her final time taking him down and wished him good luck on his next match. Kirishima, being the ever-bright ray of sunshine that he is, smiled warmly at her and thanked her for a good match.

The next three rounds of matches seemed to fly by while simultaneously feeling dragged out. Azusa had won by 1 point against both Hado and Kendo, which made her feel pretty good about ending up being co-pilots with either of them. She, unfortunately, lost by 2 points against Tetsutetsu and she was a little disappointed by the fact that one of her two best friends wasn’t a very good match for her to be co-pilots with. At the end of their, match Tetsutetsu gave her an encouraging smile and told her that he would have been honored to be co-pilots with her.

“Time for the final matches for the first six Rangers. The pairings will be as follows; Hado with Kendo, Tetsutetsu with Kirishima, and Bakugo with Todoroki. Get ready, Rangers.” Marshal Aizawa calls out, and Azusa’s entire being fills with dread.

“Prepared to lose, Princess?” Bakugo goads arrogantly as the two get into position and Azusa’s blood boils a bit.

Marshal Aizawa tells them to begin and Bakugo doesn’t hesitate to make the first move. Azusa blocks his bo staff a couple of times but ultimately Bakugo lands a hit to her shoulder.

“1-0.” Bakugo comments with a cocky smirk.

Not wasting another moment, Azusa swings her bo staff knocking the blonde’s bo staff away and rushing him. With quick movements, she brings her bo staff up, then swings it down, stopping it only inches from his face.

“1-1.” She says quietly, challenging him with her eyes while her face remains neutral.

They go back and forth for what feels like hours, both of them having stopped keeping track of the score after they hit 2-2. Both of them panting and sweating, their match continues on and on until a booming voice pierces the bubble they seem to be in.

“That’s enough! Bakugo, Todoroki, your match is over. Put your bo staffs away and get on the sidelines.” Marshal Todoroki sternly tells the two and Bakugo releases Azusa from the hold he had her in.

The blonde stands and walks off to put his bo staff away, not bothering to offer Azusa help. The two don’t even look at each other once they’re both situated on the sidelines of the training mat, standing as far away from each other as possible. Kendo and Tetsutetsu both send Azusa twin looks of surprise mixed with heavy confusion, but she chooses to ignore them in favor of watching the next group of matches.

Note ~ I know that there may not be much to go off of but let me know what you think so far! Should I post chapter/part 2 sooner than planned? Idk, I'm just loving how the story is turning out and wanted to share it with yall! I love and appreciate you, Lovelies! <3

Ps, @tr-mha-fan I'm doing my best to work on your (second) request, I promise that I didn't ignore your ask, Lovely! <3

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[rinyukiliv]

His Daughter, Their Obsession, Her Choice

Shoto found her on the rooftop, crimson hair whipping in the wind, her hero outfit gleaming obsidian black against the setting sun. For a moment, he just watched her—the girl he'd failed to protect all those years ago, now transformed into something both beautiful and terrifying.

"You shouldn't be up here alone," he said finally, keeping his distance. Ever since she'd returned to UA, something had changed between them. The easy childhood affection replaced by... what? He couldn't name it.

Hikari didn't turn around. "I'm never really alone anymore, Shoto." Her fingers traced the scars hidden beneath her sleeve. "They made sure of that."

"Hikari—"

"Don't." Her voice cracked slightly. "I didn't come back to be your redemption story."

The rooftop fell silent, nothing but the wind between them. When she finally turned to face him, her eyes were glowing that ethereal blue—the telltale sign she was fighting to control the storm of quirks inside her.

"Then why did you come back?" Shoto asked, taking a step closer.

Something flickered across her face—pain, regret, maybe even longing. For a moment, she looked like the girl he remembered, the one who'd snuck him out to a festival and promised they'd always protect each other.

"Because Midoriya believes in heroes," she said finally. "And I needed to remember what that felt like."

Shoto reached for her hand, but she stepped away, her gaze drifting to where Bakugo was training in the courtyard below. The complicated history between them hung unspoken in the air.

"They're coming for me again," she whispered. "And this time, I don't think I can run."

The temperature around them dropped as frost crept from beneath Shoto's right foot. "You don't have to." His voice was steady, resolute. "This time, you won't face them alone."

A bitter smile curved her lips as she walked past him toward the stairs. "That's what you said last time."

✧ COMING NEXT ✧

"What exactly did they do to you in those five years?" Bakugo's voice was unusually quiet, his eyes fixed on the elemental storm surrounding her hands. Hikari's laugh was hollow. "They made me into what All Might couldn't be. A weapon that can't break." She looked down at her trembling fingers. "Or at least, that's what they thought." The air between them crackled with tension—and something else. Something neither was ready to name. "I'm not letting them take you again," he growled, stepping closer. "This isn't your fight, Katsuki." "Like hell it isn't."

The League is closing in. All Might's secret daughter must face her past—and choose between the boy who couldn't save her, the one who wants to protect her now, and the destiny villains tried to force upon her.

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[cherryfaerie2f9]

˙⟡.⋆˙🜼 ˙⋆.Something Sweeter

⋆⭒˚.⋆⭒🜼...pairing bakugou katsuki x oc ⋆⭒˚.⋆⭒🜼...chapter 2

After hanging up her cape for an apron, Okamoto Mariko thought she left the chaos of hero life behind. Bakugou Katsuki has been a constant in her life since UA, showing up every weekend with the same gruff attitude, sharp tongue, and—whether she admits it or not—undivided attention. She tells herself it's just his way. Always has. But between cherry cakes, casual touches, and the kind of silence that lingers too long to be friendly, she starts to wonder if there’s something sweeter simmering just under the surface. He’s always been loud. She’s just not sure when he started meaning something more.

Chapter 1 Bakers Don’t Get Paid Enough for This

“Ah, shit.”

I mutter as I see another wrong order come back through the window. A look of desperation crosses my server’s face as she hands me the half-eaten cake.

“Is it from the same guy? This is the third time.” Some customer’s been causing too much trouble for the past hour-- complaining his coffee is too strong, then too hot, then the cake too small.

“He said it’s too sweet now. I really think he’s drunk. I’m so sorry, Okamoto-san. ” I let out a sigh of frustration and remove my apron.

“Good job, Misaki. Go take a smoke break or something, I’ll handle this.” I tell her as I take the half-eaten cake and dump it straight to the trash.

We don’t usually get drunk customers. Plus it’s still 2PM. I’m not one to judge, happy hour is any hour anyway, but causing trouble just to inconvenience my staff is where I draw the line.

I head over to the clearly intoxicated man, who’s rambling to the people around him. None of them look remotely interested.

“Sir? I’m gonna have to ask you to leave.” He gives me a sour look and stands up, getting in my face. “Huh?! Who do you think you are telling me to leave?!”

The moment he speaks, the smell of alcohol hits my face. His slurred words and struggle to stay upright tells me he’s not just drunk, he’s wasted. “I own this place, sir. So, you need to leave.” He seethes, then throws a full-blown tantrum.

I rarely use my quirk. I’m a baker for fuck’s sake. what do I need a quirk for? Flipping croissants? Hauling flour?

The customers around start to eavesdrop and whisper to themselves about the current events unfolding. One of my employees comes up and tries to guide the man out. I’m debating whether to just use my quirk on him to be rid of his drunk ass already or just handle this in a way no physical altercation will happen.

But he throws my employee a punch. That’s it, I’m done watching.

I scramble to restrain him and wrestle him toward the door. Thank god for superhuman strength. “I’m gonna need you to calm the fuck down, sir.” I say as I grab him from behind and restrain him, face-down.

Years of hero training kick in. Subduing a belligerent drunk? Easy. The man seemed quirkless, which made things easier. But he sure is a burly muscular man, I can barely wrap my hand around his wrist, so I’m not taking any chances. I take a peek inside the cafe while I straddle the man from behind and see everything already in order. My employees are reliable people who make my life as a pastry chef way easier. They already know the drill-- clean up after the mess and call for authorities.

Love those guys.

Where are the heroes when you need them anyway?

After minutes of holding him down and him throwing countless profanities my way, police sirens grow louder as it nears the cafe.  That man never stopped throwing a fit even after two police officers grab him from me and another pulls me aside for a statement. I called for my employee whom the man punched and had him recall the events, too.

“I’m fine, boss. His punch barely touched me, almost like a tap.” He reassures, showing me his unmarked face. We eventually decided to just let it slide and let them handle the misconduct since it’s a very busy day.

“What the fuck happened here?”

I look to my right, just as I finish talking to the cops. A familiar mop of spiky blond hair and a permanent scowl greets me.

 “About damn time you showed up, hero.” I tell him, hands on my hips as the police drive off.

“Hey, fuck off. I was busy.”

Bakugou Katsuki-- aka Dynamight.

We were classmates back in UA. We’re not exactly friends back then-- more like mutual irritants. I bailed on the pro-hero path a year after graduation. Found out I was better at piping buttercream than throwing punches. 1-A kept in touch though, making it a tradition to hang out and drink every weekend in my cafe. At least, when they weren’t busy saving the city.

"Just an unruly customer,” I explain as we walk back inside. “What are you even doing here? It’s Wednesday.”

The customers seem to have calmed down now and mind their own businesses, not sparing Bakugou a glance, he’s in civvies today.

“It’s my mom’s birthday. Hag’s gonna want a cake. You got anything red?”

He trails me all the way to the kitchen. On the way, I check in with my employee again.

“Take it easy. Head home if you want-- I’ve got it.”

He reassures me he’s okay and just waves me off, “Nah, I’m good, boss!”, then goes back to the counter like nothing happened. Tough kid.

I turn back to Bakugou who has been patiently (which is pretty mature of him, shocker) waiting for my input.

I check the fridge, “You should’ve asked me earlier. I could’ve made something special for her!”

“I told you, I was busy,” he grumbles.

“Does she like red velvet? How about cherries?”

Knowing his mom, she’s not picky when it comes to cakes. She and her husband are regulars.

I mutter to myself, scanning the fridge. “Last week she got lemon meringue pie… maybe something different this time.”

When I glance back, Bakugou is just watching me, unmoving and almost amused. “Hey, this is serious business, Dynamight. Focus.”

“She’s fine with cherries,” he shrugs, stretching. “She’ll eat anything from this place anyway.”

That earns him a smile-- hell, my face even gets warm. “How about this one?” I ask him, pointing at a red velvet cake, decorated with red and white buttercream, topped with cherries. “She hasn’t tried this yet, I think.”

Bakugou comes closer and inspects it. “Yeah, that’ll do. How much?”

“It’s on the house, hothead. I’ll go pack it, hold up.” He immediately shoves his card in my face. “No way. Just swipe my card, dumbass!”

“You’re always so difficult!”

I shove him towards a chair. “I said it’s on me! Now go sit in the corner while I pack the cake.”

He lets out a huff and sits down in the chair with his arms crossed.

He watches me closely as I do my thing, rounding the kitchen as I pack candles, toppers, whatever I could grab, and putting the cake in the box with ease.

“You know,” he says suddenly, “you could still go pro. Never got why you gave it up when you were doing great.”

It’s been years yet he always brings this up. I’ve got the answer down by heart. 

“I told you over and over again that I’m happier here. Some people just find their calling late. Mine just turned out to be baking, not busting villains.”

I look over only to find him with his brows furrowed, body lazily slumped on the chair, “Aww, you miss me that much?”

“Just pack the damn cake!” He snaps. I laugh-- his bark always worse than his bite-- and go back to boxing it up.

I hand him the boxed cake and wipe my hands off on my apron. “Anything else?” He puts the cake on the counter beside him and remains seated, leaning back with his eyes closed.

“Good, I’ll be here. Make sure to close up early, or I’m leaving your ass.”

I tilt my head in confusion at his reply, eyes squinting at him.

“….What the fuck are you even on about? You can leave, dumbass.”

“Mom told me to drag you along. Now quit stalling, supergirl!”

“Don’t tell me what to do!” I yell, already barking orders to close up early.

⋆⭒˚.⋆⭒🜼...cross-posted on ao3!

[lullabydraws2006]

𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝓘𝓷𝓯𝓸

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Hi Fox and Friends! My name's Lullaby, and welcome to my story 𝓷𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓭. Here I'll give you lovely kids some of the changes I've made to the cannon for this story as well as introduce you to my OC and her family.

    In terms of the story, this takes place just before the USJ incident, like the day of actually, my OC enters UA after school starts because of some accommodations she requires due to her quirk. She's originally from New Orleans in America, and is best friends with Sero whom she grew up with in the states. They stayed friends when they both moved to Japan. Their friendship is very entertaining, while my OC is normally quite reserved she lets loose a lot more around him. Typical extrovert adopts introvert type of relationship, she's very well acquainted with his family, but he's not so much with her's. She's also become very friendly with Shoji, whom she met during entrance exams.

In terms of The League, Dabi does not exist here because the Todoroki family are healthy. No abusive Endeavor, Shoto doesn't have his scar all that good jazz. Therefore Touya is a pro hero by the name Valor and he works at his father's agency. Where his mother Rei is a Pro Hero by the name Vanguard. Fuyumi is a daycare worker, and Natsuo works as a hacker also for Enji in the event of cyber attacks. Shoto isn't as nonchalant as he is in the canon he's more outgoing and sarcastic. So expect a lot of sassy Shoto. Endeavor here is very... dad. Not in a bad way he is very protective of his family, he's the type of dad who will give his kids his black card and let's them do whatever. He is the dad who will let Fuyumi paint his nails when she was younger or let his sons ride him like a dragon. Just a lot of wholesome stuff. Him and Rei are deeply in love very healthy love life. They fly each other out for birthdays anniversaries and all that good stuff. (Enji and Rei's relationship is gonna be very important towards the beginning of the story.)

Also, something I thought would be pretty cool, is I'm making Izuku's mom, Inko a pro hero. The Green Grace Hero: Kijo, you all know her quirk and here's her design will appear later. Having a pro hero mother I feel would just feed into Izuku's goals more, and I thought it'd be cool for her to be one considering the potential of her quirk.

In terms of other ships you'll see that'll play an important role, Hawks and Miruko. I love bunny girl and bird man, and I find their potential dynamic entertaining. I hope you do too. I do have another OC who I'll be shipping with Gang Orca. ( I may do a spin off for them later along the line. Not sure yet.)

This story will also feature a crossover with Rise of the Guardians.

Because I'm feeling nostalgic.

And I'm old.

(I'm eighteen when writing this. 😅)

Anyhow, North is the owner of a daycare along with the Tooth Fairy, the same one Fuyumi works in, it's more of a side hustle for the both of them. The Tooth Fairy owns a dental firm and is a renowned dentist, and North owns a toy company because why not. As for the Easter Bunny, I thought it'd be funny to make him Miruko's uncle from Australia where he is a pro hero by the name Bunnymund. The Sandman is a teacher at UA for the third years, and Jack is a third year there. So we'll be seeing him shortly.

As for Pitch . . .

You'll see him later.

Now as for my OC, here she is!

(typo in the image, it's supposed to be '35% in her right eye' in the quirk description.)

Say hi to miss Hermine Theriot. A fifteen year old Capricorn with daddy issues, and she is tall, my goodness. Originally her family was from Louisiana before moving to Japan when she was ten years old. She has a creole accent but it only appears when she speaks english. Hermine is the eldest of nine siblings (yes nine)  a pair of twins, and two set of triplets. The twins are twelve at this time, the elder set of triplets are five, and the younger ones are only six months. She's the daughter of a wealthy politician in Japan's cabinet as her father, and her mother who passed in childbirth with those triplets.

    As for her father, around the time the twins were six years old, he began to neglect the children. Which incidentally snowballed into him having an affair. Hermine never had the best relationship with him as a child. Something always seemed . . . off about him. Something she never liked.

    Hermine's mother, Jericho Theriot, knew she would most likely not make it during delivery around the first month of her pregnancy. So she revised her will to give all of her assets, and her portion of their joint account to Hermine, even though she wasn't an adult. With that money, Hermine moved herself and her siblings out of their father's home and into a penthouse without his notice. Then I guess he suddenly remembered he had kids and has been looking for them ever since. Mind you she did all this right after the triplets were born, so they've been gone for six months. So basically take almost every bad thing about cannon Endeavor and give it to Hermine’s father who’s name is Othello Hanayama. ( I Just realized that that’s a Baki character.)

Wanting to have a flow of income, around the same time Jericho was redoing her assets and will Hermine became quite a popular painter. But similar to Banksy she keeps her identity secret, and goes by the alias Q. She primarily does tribute artworks, honoring not just pro heroes but other well recognized figures. (Honestly the hardest part of making this was creating a new artstyle to make said paintings.) This happened when she sent a tribute painting to All Might whom she is a big fan of. (You think Izuku and Katsuki love that man, you haven't seen nothing.)

Now about her quirk, Facilier. Facilier was named by her uncle, Usher Theriot, her mother's older brother. (If you're wondering why they don't stay with their uncle that'll be revealed later for suspense reasons.) When it first appeared Hermine could only make small objects like cards explode, similar to Gambit from Marvel. But the cards she exploded were Usher's tarot cards that once belonged to his grandmother. And since he is what one would call a Disney adult, he named her quirk Facilier just because of the correlation.

Up until she was about ten years old, Usher was and still is the lead scientist that studies and monitors Hermine's quirk. Because there's never been anything like it. Facilier in simple terms is magic, it can do almost anything, in a similar sense to Doctor Strange and Wanda. Because of this, Usher has made it a private passion project of his. A powerful quirk like this should be shared as little as possible.

As for the radiation, Hermine's radiation affects everyone, and it is cancerous. Prolonged exposure to her pure presence is enough to kill anyone. The only people who are completely immune are animals (Not including humans with animal mutation quirks), and her biological family members like her parents, siblings, aunts, uncles, and cousins. But it doesn't go for everyone she might share say 2% of her DNA with. Only family members she shares a great-great-great grandparent with have complete immunity. If they are descended from a sibling or cousin of said grandparent then they are not safe from her presence. People that are more resistant are people whose quirks give their bodies a natural defense like armor, or a substance that preserves their bodies. Like how Mitsuki Bakugou's quirk preserves her skin making her look younger, as well as Katsuki. Same thing goes for people with immense muscle mass like All Might and Endeavor, they're more resistant.

The resistance rules however only apply to the radiation emitted from her body. If any of them are hit with the type from her eyes, its an instant kill, and no amount of chemotherapy will cure it. Since My Hero takes places in the future, I'm writing in that they have access to a cure for cancer of any kind. Except for her's there's no curing what she'll do to you. Because her eyes are so dangerous it can't be filtered like her body can. As shown in the image she wears clothing made with a special material that filters her quirk, the effect is her clothes glowing as an indication the filtration is effective. As a result she wears the blindfold to completely block out her eyes.

For one, she has heterochromia, her right eye is blue and her left eye is red. Each eye has a different level of potency, but has to be covered, or Hermine needs to have her eyes closed when around normal people. Because her eyes are so dangerous, even when her quirk is inactive, for much of her childhood, Hermine had to walk around with her eyes closed when in public. Which led to bullying in school because kids are vicious. This was mainly becuase Usher initially had difficulty creating a material that could completely block the radiation from her eyes. The clothing to filter her body was easy, he was able to make it when she was five, but it wasn't until she was about ten years old that he finally perfected the blindfold. So she had to walk around like Brock for five years.

Anyway, when in combat, uncovering an eye will change the color of her radiation and quirk. It also allows her to summon these sprites she calls "JuJus", yes after Mama Odie's snake from the princess and the frog. The JuJus are vicious when her quirk is red, like they will try (and sometimes succeed) to eat the enemy and make things explode. When her quirk is blue, they will protect Hermine's allies or any people in the area that can't fend for themselves. They can only be destroyed by a specific frequency that can only be produced by a device her uncle made to see if there was a weakness to these things.

Each color gives her more proficient control of a certain aspect of her quirk in each form, the blue allows her to much more successfully alter a person's personality and perception of reality. She can make you colorblind, reverse your neural controls, and even craft memories you never had. Whereas in 25% she could only do so to one person, at 60%, she can do it to five. In red she can teleport bigger objects and much more easily change the physical properties of other objects (and people). She makes cards explode when at 25%, at 65% she can make bigger things explode, and make the explosion bigger. Her manipulating physical objects is just mainly her turning stuff in to other things, like turning a car into a flammable liquid becuase of the gas and sparks inside of it.

Now 100%. Damn.

At 100% the color of everything around her except for skin color, inverts. Think Satoru Gojo's Hollow Purple, her quirk becomes purple, and long story short, everything goes to shit.

Mind you all this is only when her quirk is active, she isn't a walking nuke at home with her siblings. Her hair is naturally black on the right side, and white on the left. Because of her radiation, she needed some accommodations when going to UA, as in custom made uniforms, and gym attire. As well as a team of specialized personnel to clean up her radiation whenever she changes in the locker rooms. She changes after the rest of the girls for this purpose.

    Alright, enough of that, let me briefly explain her siblings quirks. Her siblings basically have quirks that are bits and pieces of Hermine's. Their names are Henriette and Helios, they're the thirteen year old twins. The five year old triplets are the girls Hydrope, and Hyacinthe, and the boy, Hilare. As for the baby boy triplets their names are Bastien, Broussard, and Boudreaux. They all have the same hair skin color, Helios has vitiligo. Helios, Broussard, and Hydrope have white hair, Helios’ is in dreadlocks, while Hydrope has a small afro, Henriette has a white afro with blonde streaks in it. Similar to Fuyumi. Hyacinthe, Bastien, and Boudreaux have small blonde afros. Hermine is the only one with heterochromia, Henriette, Bastien, and the five year old Triplets, have blue eyes. While Helios, Broussard, and Boudreaux have red eyes. I’m sorry if it’s a lot to remember, they’re a big family.

Helios has a teleportaion quirk, called Five, which just like Hermine's quirk, it has no limitation. So long as he can picture the place and know its general location he can go there with a snap of his fingers. Which is great since he has a photographic memory. He's also able to teleport objects. Just like how Hermine has blue mist coming out of her hands so does he. Helios can make the mist into a ball and chuck it at whatever object he wants to teleport. He can make portals too the same way if he wanted to transports things to save energy.

    Henriette's quirk is called Marionette, like the name she's able to take control of person, so long as she's in possession of a part of the person. Hair, a nail, blood, spit, doesn't matter. She's able to best utilize it through a voodoo doll. It's not just movements she can control, she can also control bodily functions, like breathing. And heartbeats. And eyesight.

    Now to the trips, the five year olds. Hydrope's quirk is called Empathy she's able to enforce her own emotions onto others. Since she is only five, there isn't much to how many people she can do this to, or whether she can enforce emotions that aren't her own. But since as I said before, the younger siblings quirks are just parts of Hermine's Facilier, there is a likelihood it's more than what it is now.

    Next is Hyacinthe, her quirk is called Baku. If you know what a Baku is, then you know what this does. Hyacinthe is able to enter people's dreams and control them. Not just that, no, I'm telling y'all right now, excuse my French, but this shit is borderline magic. Hyacinthe is able to bring objects and people out of said dreams. Did you dream about the Batmobile at all, well she can pull that shit out. On one occasion, Henriette was dreaming about Chris Hemsworth, and he was in their living room the next morning. Imagine the heart attack Hermine had when Thor was in their living room at 7 am on a Sunday.

    Lastly there's Hilare, his quirk is Table, after the Periodic Table because he is able to change the makeup of an object to the atomic level. Yes, Hermine can too. He can change water into straight up Hydrogen, or ice, fuse together elements and objects, and even keep unstable elements active for much longer than scientifically possible. If you didn't know there are certain elements that only exist in a lab because they are too unstable to be found in nature. And when they breakdown they turn into other elements. Basically Hilare sees that and says "Nuh uh, you're here to stay." When he's done it returns to its natural state. Imagine how dangerous this'll be when he learns how to change oxygen. Because it's part of Hermine's quirk there is the high likelihood that he'll one day be able to do this to people.

Comment if you have any questions about story changes, Hermine and her family, or if you want more details about the crossover. Thanks for reading, this is my first fan fiction, I hope you enjoy my work.

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[mydisenchantedeulogy]

True [Chapter Three] Keep Running [Bakugou Katsuki]

Warning(s): Reunion, Katsuki being Katsuki, OC, angst, tears, confrontation, short chapter.

No Minors Allowed!!

The outfit Mao Usui chose for Airi was mature. She considered wearing a dress to the reunion, but Mina's 'reminder' email stated that the event was business casual, so she opted not to wear something too stiff, especially after reading the P.S. that read: expect to dance.

At around seven, Airi was dressed in a pair of skinny cropped trousers, a silk blouse, and heeled loafers. She checked herself in the bathroom mirror, content with leaving her hair as was, then strode to the living room. Her mother and father sat on the couch, watching a Rom-Com that she had no interest in, invested until she walked in. Mao smiled widely, seafoam-colored hair pulled in a lax ponytail over her shoulder, then paused the TV.

"You look so lovely, dear."

Airi felt her face heat up. Even as an adult, the kindness of her mother had a way of lightening her apprehension.

"Thank you. I appreciate you letting me borrow one of your outfits."

"It would have taken up space in our closet otherwise," Kaito teased.

Mao tossed him a playful glare. It was no surprise that her mother was a shopaholic; she loved to buy clothing. Before she was bedridden, she planned outings just so she could dress up. Airi admired her quirky behavior. She was happy to see it return, even if it was through her.

"You're going to have all eyes on you when you walk in."

She doubted it, but the sentiment was kind.

"I think, dear, she only cares about one person seeing her," Kaito stated.

Was he referring to Katsuki? Airi felt her face heat up. While she told her parents that the relationship between them had ended, she did not tell them that she and Katsuki were not speaking. It was certainly not mutual.

"I...better go."

As though she had forgotten something, Mao leaped off the couch and rushed to the foyer, bringing back a charcoal-tailored trench coat.

"You should take this as well," Mao suggested.

Airi accepted the trench coat and slid it on. She said her goodbyes, retrieved her purse, then left the house, quickly walking to the train station. The ride was brief, but it gave her a moment to mull over the statement her father made. It should not have affected her as much as it had, but it did. Did she want Katsuki to acknowledge her?

No...maybe.

She was not sure. Was he even going to be there? When Katsuki saw her yesterday, he did not look too happy that she had come home. It would not surprise Airi if he did not show up at the reunion because she was going to be there. It was sad, but she hoped that was the case. If he did show, however, then she would just have to ignore him. Easy Peasy. Or so she thought.

When the train reached the station, she deboarded and briskly walked through the terminal into the city. An air of nostalgia washed over Airi as she fondly took in the neon lights. As expected, for a Saturday, it was crowded, though, despite the mass of people, she made it to the convention center, albeit a few minutes late.

An A-frame sign in the foyer instructed her of where to go, but Airi had already been in the building once, so she walked to the event hall without trouble. Even if she did not know where to go, the faint upbeat tempo of whatever music Mina had chosen to play echoed down the hall, drawing her closer.

As she came to the double doors, which were closed, she noticed a long foldable table off to the side. Two of her fellow alumni stood behind it, the former representatives from class 1A and 1B.

"Kendo...Iida," she greeted with a smile, approaching them.

On the table, she briefly noticed a guest book and multiple name tags spread about; names of students from the Hero Course to the Business Course. Everyone had been invited.

"Usui," Iida Tenya retorted in a scolding tone. "You are late. Punctuality is–"

"The key to success," Airi interjected. She ran a hand through her hair and chuckled. He had said it plenty enough for her not to forget. "I apologize. There's no reason for me not to be on time."

Aside from the crowd outside.

Iida hummed, adjusting his glasses. He was still the same as Airi remembered, obsessed with discipline. The only thing that made him seem a little out of character, in her opinion, was the way he wore his hair now, in a skin fade slick back.

"Yes, well, you are here now. It's good to see you again," he stated with a smile.

Airi felt the same. With their pleasantries aside, Kendo Itsuya took over, informing her to find her name tag and wear it.

"Don't forget to sign the guest book too," she instructed. Her short orange hair charmingly framed her face. "And have a great time."

Before she wandered into the event hall, she noted that among the many tags that remained, Katsuki had not yet collected his. A feeling of sadness washed over Airi, but she ignored it. His absence was not going to ruin her night.

The air, thick yet somehow cool, immediately took her breath away. It reminded Airi of the U.A. Festival, of hundreds of people shoved in a room, breathing in all the oxygen. She could hardly take it back then, working with the staging crew during Class 1-A's band performance. Even now, she felt like she might suffocate. Perhaps it was just her nerves.

Taking in an uneasy breath, she opted to get something to drink to soothe her dry throat. The food spread that Momo put together was miraculous. Airi nibbled on some sugar bacon-wrapped smokies while she glanced around the crowded room. She noticed a few of her former classmates, dancing or wandering about, but she was far too comfortable at the table to join them. It was not until her second cup of punch that she heard a familiar voice call out her name.

Ashido Mina approached her, with a pout on her face. Her long pink hair was tied in a bun on the top of her head; unruly strands had fallen free, no doubt while she had been dancing.

"I know you aren't just going to stand over here all night like a wallflower and not come say hi to me." Her long horns wiggled in protest.

Airi snorted. "Hi, Mina."

The pout faded, replaced with a wide smile.

"Are you having fun so far?" She asked.

Airi shook her head, even though she had just recently arrived. She knew how much the event meant to Mina; she did most of the planning herself. Izuku and Momo took care of the rest.

Speaking of...

"Have you seen Izuku yet?"

Mina shook her head.

"He and Kairi are getting the equipment set up backstage. I asked Jirou to perform for us."

Did she? Airi smiled in excitement, though Mina's next question made her feel a little uncomfortable.

"So, where you happy to reunite with Bakugou again?"

She must not have known. Airi did not tell anyone aside from her parents that she had broken up with him. He must have kept the incident to himself as well. She considered telling her, but honestly, she was feeling a little on the spot. Suddenly, to her luck, a familiar sound began to play over the speakers and she forced a smile.

[Na-na, na-na-na

Ready for my show.]

"Come dance with me!" Airi shouted.

To her luck, Mina put the question in the back of her mind and enthusiastically took Airi by the arm, leading her to the dance floor among the other students. She did not care if she did not know how to dance well enough, so long as she did not have to talk about her ex.

The more she danced, the more Airi realized how much she missed her friends. Kairi soon joined them, then Momo. Three songs later, Jirou Kyoka and her band began to play, giving Airi a short break to rest her feet and get a drink. She was thankful that she did not wear a dress and heels tonight. Nostalgically, she listened to Jirou sing. The prosthetic she wore in place of her left ear and earphone jack was hardly noticeable beneath her long asymmetrical purple hair. Airi made it through two songs before the punch unfortunately caught up to her. Excusing herself, she hurried from the room and down the hall to the restroom.

When her business was finished, Airi washed her hands, then strode back toward the event hall. She rounded the corner where Iida and Kendo had been standing to see them gone, most likely inside the event hall. On the other side of the table, to her shock, was Bakugou Katsuki, grumbling to himself about something she could not hear as he clipped the name tag onto the front of his button-down. Airi held back a gasp. She considered fleeing back into the bathroom, but his head turned, meeting her eyes.

Immediately, she froze.

Oh, shit.

Why was he just standing there? Was he waiting for her to say something first? Airi took a moment to look him over, taking note of how nice he looked. She did not know what else to do; she felt like a frightened animal caught in the high beams of a speeding vehicle.

Growing tired of her silence, Katsuki knitted his brows in irritation, then turned and strode toward the entrance doors of the hall. Airi quickly lost her nerve.

"Y-you look good with an undercut. I like it."

An air of embarrassment washed over her, turning her cheeks a faint red as soon as the words came out of her mouth. Airi felt like an idiot. She was on the verge of apologizing when Katsuki swung around to glare at her. His shoulders were tense, clenched as though he were about to explode.

"Are you fucking serious?" He asked with a snarl. "After all this time that's what you say to me."

Airi swallowed hard. Her heart pounded in her chest and for a brief moment, she fought back tears. His anger was expected; she knew it would be hard to face him again.

"What do you want me to say? I've already said everything I can, Katsuki. Would you even reply if I said it was good to see you again? Or snarl at me like you have and walk away."

She didn't even know why she was trying to talk to him. It was not like he wanted to hold a conversation with her, not after ending the relationship like she did. It was immature and cowardly, a fact she had to live with since it happened. As much as she did not want him to see her cry, she could not hold back her tears. They floated in front of her face. 

“No. You're right,” she uttered. “How dumb of me.” 

Walking toward him, she kept her attention to the double doors. 

“I don't want you to forgive me, Katsuki. I just– I'm sorry. For what it's worth, I don't like me much either.”

The tears fell to the floor with a plip. Airi used the sleeve of her trench coat to dry her face, walked past him, and then reentered the hall. She said what she wanted to and even if he did not care, she felt a little better. 

This isn't permanent. When my time here is up, I can rejoin Synergos and continue running. 

That's what she did best after all.

[selenejeong]

It all started with her

Aunt, what is your gift?

[light-suki]

Katsuki lays his head on Luna’s stomach as she rests.

Luna: you’re such a sweet guy (stroke his hair)

Katsuki: moans and looks up at Luna.

[hushedstarlight]

𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬, 𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑼𝑨𝑳𝑳𝒀 || 𝟎𝟏, 𝟎𝟐

𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘙𝘈𝘕𝘊𝘌 𝘌𝘟𝘈𝘔 𝘈𝘙𝘊 — 𝘏𝘐𝘋𝘌𝘖𝘜𝘛 𝘙𝘈𝘐𝘋 𝘈𝘙𝘊

𝘊𝘞: 𝘚𝘗𝘖𝘐𝘓𝘌𝘙𝘚 | 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋 𝘈𝘛 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘖𝘞𝘕 𝘋𝘐𝘚𝘊𝘙𝘌𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕, 𝘔𝘖𝘚𝘛𝘓𝘠 𝘊𝘈𝘕𝘖𝘕 𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘗𝘓𝘐𝘈𝘕𝘛, 𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘠 𝘒𝘐𝘕𝘋𝘈 𝘞𝘈𝘕𝘛 𝘛𝘖 𝘒𝘐𝘓𝘓 𝘌𝘈𝘊𝘏 𝘖𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙

𝘞𝘊 : 1,570

𝘔.𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛

not gonna lie, enemies to lovers is so easy when it comes to kacchan.

akina hayashi. grey eyes. bright purple hair. has a quirk similar to tomura shigaraki’s. anything she touches disintegrates, but she has the ability to reverse it as long as she doesn’t wait too long.

she had to learn that the hard way.

shortly after her quirk manifested, her parents got a divorce (the whole thing was so nasty), and as an only child, it became just her and her mom.

katsuki’s been akina’s next door neighbor since the womb. under normal circumstances, this would lead the two to become friends.

the problem lies with izuku being akina’s best friend.

she was so protective of him that she begged her mom to put her in a judo class.

“i wanna be able to protect my friend, mama!”

it was the most passionate she’d been about anything since her dad left.

akina was walking izuku home from school when they encountered the sludge monster. she did her best to hold him off, all might showing up just in time.

she couldn’t move fast enough to stop her friend from latching onto the hero as he took off. with a sigh, she continued her walk to the midoriya household.

an explosion in the opposite direction caught her attention. she didn’t plan on making a detour, but if she knew anything about izuku midoriya (and she knew everything about izuku midoriya), she knew he’d be there.

she pushed her way through the crowd of bystanders and caught sight of what was causing the ruckus. the spiky blonde hair and bright red eyes peeking from the muddy green sludge made her stomach cave.

her body felt stuck. it wasn’t until a flash of green ran through the chaos that she took off to help.

for izuku, she’d do anything.

she felt those beady eyes stare her down as she forced her hands through the mess. it seemed like no matter how much she was able to disintegrate, it’d come back tenfold.

after all might put an end, the two instigating teens got chewed out by the adults.

“what were you thinking? do you have a death wish?”

“at least we tried to help. that’s more than what can be said about you pros.”

she shut that down quick.

during their walk home (for real this time), she was properly introduced to small might.

after izuku committed to training with the hero, akina was there everyday working with him. if he was really determined to go to ua, she had to be there by his side.

after passing the Entrance Exam, akina hayashi ended up in class 1-b, much too far from izuku midoriya and katsuki bakugou in her own professional opinion.

she got requests from both inko midoriya and mitsuki bakugou to look after their boys.

she made no effort to befriend her classmates. outside of class, she acted as izuku’s shadow. she didn’t say much, but she always there. everyone thought she was his girlfriend for a while.

the tension between akina and katsuki was tense. every time she saw izuku at the end of the day, likely covered in bruises and bandages, she’d approach with a soft look on her face, find out it was from katsuki, and offer to kill him.

“WUH- kina-chan you can’t go around saying things like that! people will think you’re being serious!”

“but i am, izu-kun.”

during the UA Sports Festival, it didn’t take long for akina to lose sight of her friend. during the cavalry battle, she got grouped with neito monoma.

after her team got eliminated, she waited for izuku with some of the other class 1-a students. the boys were enamored with her aura and the girls were mildly intimidated by it.

it made her anxious to see izuku fight and not be able to do anything to help him, but his classmates were confident that he could handle himself well.

she mostly kept her eyes forward, but when uraraka came back from her round against katsuki, she turned her attention to the girl.

“…”

“um.. hi?”

“.. you did good.”

something about the way she said it had everyone’s except katsuki’s faces turning red.

akina ended up working under a hero in hosu for her internship. she tried to use it as an excuse to not worry about her friend for too long. the beeping on her phone though, ensured that that wouldn’t be the case.

she excused herself and took off, running in the direction of the blinking dot on her screen.

she ran towards the alley and came to a stop just as todoroki was rounding the corner. the sight of her closest friend, his classmate, and a pro hero all laid unmoving and the Hero Killer ready to strike.

it wasn’t long after her arrival that they were able to take the man down. that’s not to say they came out of it unscathed.

they were all wrapped in bandages, and akina had a long gash going down the side of her face.

after that, akina essentially became an honorary 1-a student; she was invited to spend time with them outside of school as her own person and not an extension of izuku.

katsuki’s eye started twitching when he found out class 1-b would be going to the same Training Camp.

while at the forest, akina was tasked with improving the restoration of things she’s disintegrated and forcing the pathway of the destruction.

being in the same vicinity as her genuinely had bakugo tweaking, and kirishima and kaminari thought it was hilarious.

“man, i don’t think i’ve seen you this worked up in a long time.”

“and she’s not even bothering you! it’s almost like you have a cru-”

the explosion shook the ground.

she’d been hiding in a tree when the smell of fire hit her nose. katsuki and shoto had just gotten past her. she jumped down and made quick work of joining the two (safety in numbers and all that) and one of her fallen classmates. it didn’t take long for them to come face to face with moonfish.

getting permission from the hero to use their quirks was unexpected, but hearing that katsuki was one of the targets made akina’s blood run cold.

as shoto started putting up ice walls, akina grabbed the kid off of his back and made something of a barricade by breaking down the ground just enough to hide the boy.

she soon joined the fight, turning the blades coming out of the man’s mouth to dust as they made contact.

she and shoto held their own until dark shadow came charging at them.

the group of students kept pushing through the forest, eventually running into asui and uraraka.

in the end, katsuki ended up in the hands of the league of villains.

akina, moving on muscle memory, ended up riding to the hospital in the ambulance with izuku.

when inko showed up, akina got down on her knees and apologized profusely for failing to protect her son.

she did the same thing at the bakugou household.

akina, to everyone’s surprise, joined the group for the Hideout Raid. she said it was to keep an eye on izuku.

he knew it was a lie.

it was nerve wrecking seeing mt lady, best jeanist, tiger, and gang orca fall against the masked man.

they were all frozen in fear until the sound of the angry blonde rang through the air.

the teenagers eventually came up with a plan.

akina reached for the ground, using her quirk to disintegrate the concrete under the boy. he was quick to notice it.

after the boys took off down todoroki’s ice ramp, akina stayed put just long enough to see katsuki shoot himself into the sky and grab kirishima’s hand.

after she knew he was safe, she ran in the direction of the rubble to help those in need.

it took her a while, but she was able to help civilians get to safety, disintegrating everything in her path.

when she got away from the chaos, she called izuku.

“kina-chan! where ar-”

“izu-kun. are you and katsuki okay? are you somewhere safe?”

she stood by, holding her breath as she watched all might go against all for one on the big screen.

as she watched the hero bulk up for what was probably the last time and raise his fist in the air, akina felt her legs give out, and for the first time in a long time, she cried.

she found the rest of the first years and went with them to drop katsuki off at the police station before going home.

she stayed in her room for a few days, not even coming out when vlad king came by to speak to her mother about the new dorms.

the day she went out the check the mail was, coincidentally, the same day all might and eraserhead were visiting the bakugou residence. katsuki had just finished a conversation with all might.

“katsuki.”

he stopped, but he didn’t look at her.

“i’m glad you’re okay.”

she then turned to all might, bowing at a ninety degree angle, and thanked him sincerely for protecting japan.

katsuki walked back inside his house, his face warm.

(not gonna lie this is probably the first time they’ve ever had an interaction that had nothing to do with izuku)

𝘰𝘰𝘧, 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪'𝘮 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴. 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵. 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺, 𝘴𝘰 𝘪 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 (𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺). 𝘣𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪 (≧∇≦)/

— 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯

[zi-i-think]

MHA x Doctor Strange fanfic???

She's alive!

I know. It's been literally years since posting anything. Anyways, i have a fanfic idea that is essentially a My Hero Academia and Doctor Strange crossover. It's a Bakugou Katsuki x oc (because I can't wait another year to see him alive).

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Odessa Valencia (oc)

It would take place after the time skip, so they're around like 27 years old.

Magic is very much real. Practioners of the Mystic Arts protect the very fabric of reality every single day, yet no one knows. After all, in a world of quirks, no one bats an eye to the strange and peculiar anymore until it gets frightening.

Odessa was born without a quirk. The black sheep of her family, but not just because she doesn't have horns of shoot spiderwebs out of her fingers, from a young age, she could see spirits. The ghosts in the attics and entities in the corners of rooms were always chalked up to a wild imagination and an affinity for anything weird and creepy. Little does anyone else know, but Odessa has a knack for the mystical.

Let me know if anyone is even interested in this???

Little snippet underneath.

The neon-drenched streets of Shinjuku pulsed with an otherworldly energy, the aftermath of their supernatural encounter still thrumming through the air. Bakugo's eyes, blazing with a mixture of fury and bewilderment, locked onto Odessa. His chest heaved, his expression was somewhere between adrenaline high and confused.

"What. The. FUCK," he snarled, each word punctuated by a small explosion crackling at his fingertips. The sudden bursts of light cast eerie shadows across his face, highlighting the intensity of his glare. "Was that?! You better start talking, or I swear I'll-"

Odessa sighed, her shoulders sagging under the weight of her secrets. The kaleidoscopic glow of the surrounding neon signs seemed to dim. She met Bakugo's fierce gaze, her voice soft but resolute. "I'm sorry, Bakugo. I truly am. But I can't explain this to you. It's... it's better if you don't remember any of this."

Before Bakugo could react, Odessa's hands began to move in intricate patterns, leaving faint trails of golden light in the air. Strange, ethereal symbols flickered into existence around her fingers, pulsing with an otherworldly rhythm. "You'll wake up tomorrow thinking this was all just a vivid dream. No harm done, I promise."

Bakugo's eyes widened in disbelief, then narrowed in determination. As Odessa's glowing thumb approached his forehead, he reacted with lightning-fast reflexes. His hand shot out, fingers wrapping around her wrist with an iron grip. The collision of their opposing forces sent a visible ripple through the air, distorting the neon reflections around them.

"Don't you fucking dare," Bakugo growled, his voice low and dangerous. The air crackled with tension, small sparks dancing across his palm where it gripped Odessa's wrist. His crimson eyes bored into hers, a maelstrom of emotions swirling within them – anger, confusion, and beneath it all, a burning curiosity. "You don't get to decide what I remember. Start talking. Now."

They stood frozen in this tableau, the bustling Shinjuku night fading into the background. The neon lights seemed to pulse in sync with their racing heartbeats, casting ever-shifting patterns across their faces. In that moment, as magic and mundane reality collided, Odessa realized that her carefully constructed world of secrets was about to unravel in ways she could never have anticipated.

The ethereal glow around Odessa's hand flickered and faded, the arcane symbols dissipating like smoke in the wind. She let out a heavy sigh, her shoulders slumping as the tension drained from her body. The neon lights of Shinjuku seemed to pulse in sympathy, casting ever-shifting patterns across her face.

"Fine," Odessa said, her voice low and laced with a dangerous edge. Her eyes, usually warm and mischievous, now held a cold, steely glint. "I won't erase your memories, Bakugo. But you have to swear - on your life and your honor as a hero - that you won't breathe a word of this to anyone. Not a single soul."

Bakugo scoffed, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. The red glow of a nearby sign caught the sheen of sweat on his brow, making him look almost demonic in the eerie light. "Oh yeah? And what if I don't? You gonna threaten me, little miss secret agent?"

Odessa took a step forward, closing the distance between them. Despite being shorter, she somehow seemed to loom over Bakugo, her presence filling the space around them. The air crackled with an unseen energy, making the hairs on the back of Bakugo's neck stand on end.

"You have no idea what I'm capable of, Katsuki Bakugo," Odessa whispered, her words carrying a weight that seemed to bend the very fabric of reality around them. "There are forces at play here that you can't begin to comprehend. Things that would make your quirk look like a party trick."

For a moment, Bakugo's cocky facade faltered, a flicker of uncertainty passing across his features. But it was gone in an instant, replaced by his usual scowl. "Whatever," he growled, crossing his arms. "I still want to know what the hell is going on. Why are you really in Japan? And don't give me that investigation article bullshit."

Odessa took a step back, the oppressive aura around her dissipating. She shook her head, a sad smile playing on her lips. "I can't answer that, Bakugo. It's not just about me. There's too much at stake." She looked up at him, her eyes pleading. "It's still in your best interest to let me erase your memory of this. You can go back to focusing on being a hero, on saving people from threats you can see and touch. Leave the shadows to those of us who dwell in them."

The bustling nightlife of Shinjuku continued around them, oblivious to the cosmic drama unfolding on the sidewalk. A group of laughing tourists stumbled past, their carefree chatter a stark contrast to the tension between Odessa and Bakugo. In that moment, as neon light and shadow played across their faces, the gap between their worlds seemed insurmountable.

Bakugo opened his mouth to respond, his brow furrowed in a mixture of frustration and curiosity. But before he could utter a word, a sudden gust of wind swept through the street, carrying with it the faint scent of ozone and something otherworldly. The neon lights around them flickered for a split second, as if reality itself had hiccupped.

He blinked, momentarily disoriented by the strange phenomenon. When his eyes refocused, the words he had been about to say died on his lips. Where Odessa had stood just moments ago, there was now nothing but empty space.

Bakugo's eyes widened in disbelief. He spun around, his gaze darting frantically from one neon-drenched corner to another. "What the-" he sputtered, his voice a mixture of anger and bewilderment. The crowded Shinjuku street continued its nocturnal dance around him, oblivious to the impossible vanishing act that had just occurred.

He pushed through a group of giggling tourists, ignoring their protests as he scanned the faces in the crowd. But Odessa was nowhere to be seen. It was as if she had been swallowed by the shadows between the flickering neon signs.

Bakugo stood there, rooted to the spot, his mind reeling. The pulsing lights of a nearby pachinko parlor cast an ever-shifting kaleidoscope of colors across his stunned face. In that moment, as the boundary between the mundane and the mystical blurred before his very eyes, Bakugo realized that his understanding of the world had just been irrevocably shattered.

The night air seemed to whisper with secrets, and for the first time in his life, Katsuki Bakugo felt truly out of his depth. As he stared into the neon-lit abyss of Shinjuku's nightlife, he couldn't shake the feeling that he had just glimpsed the edge of a world far vaster and more mysterious than he had ever imagined.

[keydooo]

my bae Aida and her boo Baku-san💙🧡

[huntedhounds]

an alt piece for red_riot_4666 on insta because we both liked my draft sketches so much that i had to do the two of them hehe