#had to turn hin into a villian

[maroonswan]

I feel like villian!Bakugo Katsuki would break up with you in the worst way: he never does.

He just disappears from your life.

Doesn't answer your calls or texts.

Never reaches out to you again.

You're just left there staring at your phone at night for weeks on end wondering what you did wrong, shocked that he chose to do this, that for you he's just gone.

[quirk-registration-office]

A battle scene with a minor villian where he over uses his quirk leaving hin a teetering mess, and bakugo or uraraka comes to his aid. Just a bit of angst to show that hes frustrated at having to be saved by others- he wants to one day repay all might for saving his life after all. Losing to a villian is a no go. The villian had a shape shifting quirk, quickly changing into various large animals that could use sheer body mass to lessen the damage of his cyclones on it.

((Sorry this took so long! A battle scene was definitely a new writing experience, which was cool. I hope you enjoy it, and I hope I did justice to your oc, Oboru! Thanks again for your request!!!!

‘Lead him to the evacuated part of town’, they said. ‘It’ll be easy’, they said! The small cyclones beneath his feet allowed Oboru, known to most as his hero name Monsoon, to speed through the streets and stay out of reach of his current foe. Risking a glance over his shoulder, Oboru spat out a curse at the encroaching black bull. The size of a small car, the beast thundered after him, the pavement cracking wherever its hooves pounded against the street.

There were only two blocks left before they’d be at the approved area, but Oboru swore he could already feel the villain’s hot breath puffing against his back.

The wind beneath his right foot began to dissipate. Building up a tightly spiraled gust of air around his fist, Oboru used the last push against his foot to spin on his left and throw the twister at the large, black bull. At point blank, the Whirlwind Fist was bound to hurt. Unfortunately, when his fist made contact with the beast’s face, the force exploded out and knocked Oboru back. He groaned in pain when his back skidded against the road, the long sleeved shirt he wore offering little protection. Not giving himself a chance to breathe, the hero pushed himself to his feet, coughing as his throat clogged from the dust his attack had clouded into the air. His vision swam, and he wiped the sweat from his brow with his forearm.

Rubbing two fingers against his temple to try and alleviate the growing nausea headache, Oboru tried to look around. The city block around him was empty of citizens, but, unfortunately, the villain was also nowhere to be seen.

“Ah crap,” Oboru groaned. He shook his hands to loosen them up. Creamed coffee eyes glanced around, but as the longer the empty silence extended, a sense of foreboding grew in his gut. Movement in his peripheral grabbed his attention. He turned in time to see a crow bank towards him. Breath catching, Oboru flung a hasty, and therefore weaker, gust of wind at his attacker only for the creature to change into a huge ape at the last second. The weak cyclone had little effect on the larger animal, allowing it to collide with the hero, knocking him back into a wall. Oboru shouted from the shock of impact, and he crumpled onto the sidewalk. A dull ache pulsed through his limbs, but every breath sent a sharp pain in his lower right ribcage.

Fuck, that hurts. Pressing his hand against what was probably a broken rib, Oboru used the wall behind him to leverage himself up to his feet and leaned against the solid surface. He felt lightheaded and spat out a mouthful of blood, cringing at the copper taste. Damn shapeshifter.

The world was starting to tilt on its side. A wet cough painfully wracked his form. When his vision came back into focus, the dark blur across the street from him sharpened into a gorilla, its heavy hands pounding on the ground as it grunted and roared.

Wind spiraled from the pores in his wrists and hands, encompassing both of his arms. Unleashing his Slicing Maelstrom was a last ditch effort with guaranteed backlash, but he didn’t seem to have much of a choice left.

Like hell he was going to lose to a villain.

Just as Oboru started to merge the two cyclones together, someone cried out, “Release!” and a long, heavy girder, that must have come from some nearby construction, fell out of the sky, just barely missing its target. Startled by the surprise attack, the villain shifted into a small black cat and dashed away. Even though he slowly let the winds dissipate on their own instead of completing his attack, Oboru was still hit with a wave of queasiness. Closing his eyes only made the spinning more debilitating, so he chose a focal point, which happened to be the black and pink clad heroine standing in front of him.

Despite having never met in person, he easily recognized Uravity from her hero work.

“You��re Monsoon, right? Are you okay?”

“I’ll be fine,” he assured, grimacing when a slight shift caused a pang from his broken rib. The hand that wasn’t clutching his broken bone ruffled his hair, shaking out bits of dust and debris from the messy brown curls, and Oboru frowned. “Do we have a game plan here?”

Uravity looked up at him, serious determination steeling her gaze, and nodded.

“There’s a portable containment cell set up not too far in that direction,” she informed, gesturing behind her in the direction she’d come from, “and we have a pair of quirk suppression handcuffs. Our options are to cuff him, ideally while he’s in human form, or get him in the cage.”

“Perfect. So why don’t you touch him and then caging him should be a snap.”

“It’s not quite that simple.”

“Then why don’t you stay back and just let me handle this.” Taking a deep breath and ignoring the sharpness in his side, Oboru started to limp his way down the street to look for the shapeshifter.

“Are you crazy?” Uravity rushed around in front of him forcing him to stop. “You’re too injured!”

“I don’t need anybody’s help!” he snapped. “I’ve still got one trick up my sleeve.” The two heroes heard a crash around the corner, and Oboru shouldered past Uravity in its direction. Every step hurt and rocked the world like a see-saw. He could hear the heroine angrily grumbling to herself about egotistical heroes but ignored her.

The destructive echoes fell silent.

Glass shattered.

Dust clouded from behind the building, followed by large flying monster. Oboru’s jaw dropped and he scoffed in indignation.

“A pterodactyl? He can turn into fucking dinosaurs now?” Suddenly the idea of fighting off a giant reptilian bird while nursing a broken rib, a limp, and whatever assortment of other injuries seemed less appealing.

“New plan!” exclaimed Uravity from behind. “Give me a lift.”

“What new plan? We didn’t have an old plan,” Oboru argued, turning around to look incredulously at the gravity user.

Instead of answering, she took off running towards him, hooking her fingers together. Only reactions honed by his time as a hero let him activate his quirk to create a twister just as Uravity jumped. Without gravity holding her down, the torrent of wind sent her flying upwards.

She reached her hand out, keeping a brave face despite the fear she felt.

One touch is all it would take.

Wind rushed past her.

Moments felt like hours, and her fingers stretched forward.

The villain was almost within reach and then-

“DIE!”

BOOM!

The explosion seemingly came from nowhere and forced Uravity back in the direction of the ground.

Oboru couldn’t stop watching in what was either awe or abject horror at the newly arrived hero who managed to simultaneously wrap a hand around the beast’s claw and toss a falling heroine over his shoulder all before landing in a badass way that only the Explosion Hero Ground Zero could manage.

When the villain started to struggle, Ground Zero pressed him harder into the pavement with a series of mini blasts to illustrate his point, and when Uravity began struggling, he shrugged her off his shoulder and let her drop. Oboru frowned and debated moving closer to the hero who was known for a temper as fiery as his quirk.

The two other heroes were too busy squabbling to notice him.

“I didn’t need your help, Kacchan,” Uravity protested, unhooking the cuffs from her belt.

“Don’t call me that, Round Face, and where- TURN HUMAN ALREADY!” Ground Zero furiously slammed the villain in his grasp against the street. “Where’s the damn cage?”

“I’ll go get it.” The pink and black woman passed off the cuffs and left.

Oboru stepped closer and cleared his throat.

“We had it under control,” he insisted, frowning, standing his ground at the red eyed gaze turning in his direction. The fierce stare of a hero that succeeded. That won.

There was a terse silence.

“Who the fuck even are you?”

“I’m Monsoon,” Oboru answered after spitting out another mouthful of blood. It’d be a good idea to see a doctor as soon as possible about his rib.

“I don’t actually give a shit,” snarked the explosive blonde. The responding sigh came out more as a growl, and Oboru narrowed his eyes. “Where the hell is Angel Face?” The question was clearly rhetorical.

With no desire to interact with the angry hero, Oboru remained quiet until they heard the bubbly woman calling out to them.

Following behind her was a group of police officers with a heavy, steel box being pulled behind on a truck. With a touch from Uravity’s pink fingerpads, Ground Zero easily managed to toss the villain into containment with an extra explosion for emphasis.

A pressure grew in his stomach as Oboru watched Gound Zero shut the door and stretched his arms overhead while Uravity ran over to wrap an arm around his waist and kiss his cheek, which earned her an angry swear. Several cops crowded them to get a statement, but a paramedic arrived to lead Oboru to a waiting ambulance. Heat bloomed in his cheeks upon the realization that he was the only one injured in the altercation.

They sat him down on a stretcher and gave him a quick once over, but his gaze stayed on Uravity and Ground Zero. What kind of hero has to be rescued? Oboru had plans. He had goals. Ever since being rescued as a kid, he wanted to be a hero, and that was turning bottom-side-up. He’d have to do better. He would do better. Whatever it took to live up to All Might.

The stretcher jerked when they moved him into the ambulance, and Oboru grunted, the pain in his ribs matching the blow to his dignity.

He got one last look at the other heroes before the doors closed on him.