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k-nayee · 2 months ago

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Bloody Waters BNHA

wc: 5k A/n: Really got inspired watching a Your Life as a Crocodile YouTube video smh Heads-up! Will be a canon divergence happening. Teehee hope y'all like it❤️

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The battle at the cliffside was finally over.

Izuku breathed heavily, his arms and legs shaking as he looked down at Muscular’s unconscious form sprawled against the rocks.

Sweat dripped down his brow but he knew the victory was only temporary. This was just one enemy out of many and he had to get Kota back to safety.

They needed to regroup and alert the Pussycats about the strength of their attackers. He glanced over at Kota who was still looking up at him with wide awestruck eyes.

“Kota,” the greenette tried to keep his voice steady despite his exhaustion. “We need to go. Muscular won’t be waking up anytime soon so we’re safe for now. But there’s still more to do.”

He gestures to the distant horizon where faint embers and smoke hinted the beginnings of a wildfire. "The wildfires...they’re spreading. We’ll need your Quirk to make it back safely. Can you do that for us?"

Kota seemed to snap back to reality at Izuku’s words, his small hands clenched into fists as he nodded slowly.

But just as Izuku turned to allow the boy to jump on his back, the usually reserved kid took a step back, his expression clouding with hesitation.

"Jump on my back and we’ll go back to the facility," Izuku coaxed gently, but Kota's gaze darted past him back toward the deeper part of the forest.

Without another word he turned and bolted, disappearing into the dense line of trees.

“Wha-Kota wait!” Izuku called, but the boy has already slipped beyond his line of sight.

Kota's small feet pound against the forest floor. His mind whirling as he darted through the trees, winding his way through the thickening forest.

He knows the way by heart—every path, every tree and every fallen branch a part of him.

Finally he skids to a stop at the edge of a hidden pond tucked away from prying eyes.

The water was still; shadowed by low-hanging branches and thick with layers of lily pads as dragonflies skimmed the surface.

Catching his breath, Kota dropped to his knees at the water’s edge with an intensity and desperation in his eyes that hadn’t been there before.

He leaned over— his face inches from the water—and dipped his fingers in, sending small ripples across the dark surface.

"Please," he whispered, his voice barely a tremor. "Please...I need you."

The pond settled once more, the last of the ripples fading leaving a perfect reflection of Kota’s small anxious face staring back at him.

For a long moment there’s nothing. Just the silence of the forest and the faint crackle of distant flames.

But then the water began to stir. Lily pads shifted from the sudden ripples as a pair of intense green eyes broke through from beneath.

They stared up at Kota, sharp and unblinking, almost luminous against the darkness of the pond.

Slowly a figure began to emerge steadily as the water parted to reveal scales that glinted in the dim light.

Kota’s breath hitches, his hand still frozen in the water.

*.·:·.☽✧✧☾.·:·.*

Pixie-Bod was struggling, her breath coming in harsh uneven gasps as she barely dodged Magne’s relentless swings.

Even with her agility she’s injured—blood staining her skin from a gash running down her arm.

She grits her teeth, eyes sharp with determination as she sidesteps just in time to avoid another strike aimed straight at her head.

Magne grins wickedly with a twirl of her giant magnet. “Getting tired kitty?” she taunts. “Guess those little claws of yours aren’t enough.”

Pixie-Bob braces herself to dodge again, but a misstep sends her staggering back, pain flaring in her leg.

She barely has time to react as Magne swings the club down with brutal force. Just when the weapon neared her form—

“Get away from her!”

A rock smacks against the back of the muscular villain's head.

Magne’s gaze snap over to catch sight of a young boy standing defiantly with clenched fists.

“Oh?” she sneered, shifting her focus to Kota with a wicked glint in her eye. “What do we have here? A little hero come to save the day?”

Pixie-Bob follows Magne’s gaze causing her eyes to widen with fear. “Kota!” she gasps with a cracking voice.

“Maybe I should deal with you first little boy.” Fallen hero forgotten, Magne abandons Pixie-Bob and began to make her way to the small child.

She adjusts her grip on the magnet as she nears, lifting it high as if prepared to strike.

Kota swallows, fear tightening his chest, but he stands his ground. Just as the red-haired criminal is a few feet away he takes one last shaky breath and scream.

“Now!”

A shadow flashed between the trees. You burst forth from the underbrush, your form low and powerful as you closed the distance in a heartbeat.

Magne barely has time to register the movement before you clamp down on her shoulder and neck.

There was a sickening crunch as your teeth pierced bone.

A primal snarl escaped you as you dug your teeth in deeper causing blood to spatter across the ground in dark heavy droplets.

With a terrifying strength, you twist, using the weight of your body to roll and drag Magne down with you in a lethal spiral.

She scream a raw panicked sound and instinctively tries to pull away. But its too late: her flesh tears under the ruthless grip of your jaws.

Blood sprays across the clearing, staining the ground as the sickening sound of bones snapping and flesh shredding fill the air.

Magne’s screams grow into weak desperate gasps as you continued your death roll—your body a blur of unyielding motion.

Pixie-Bob staggered back as her heart pounds at the horrific sight unfolding before her. She struggled to gather herself, stumbling to reach Kota who remained rooted in place.

“Kota!” She heaves once she reaches him. The boy blinks away from the grotesque view and quickly moves to the Pro-Hero “Pixie-Bob! Are you okay?”

Before she could answer the screams ceased, the forest fall into an eerie silence.

Shakily she looks over only to wished she didn't.

The ground was soaked in blood as Magne’s crumpled and lifeless body laid in it. Her head was separated and lying at an unnatural angle, chunks of flesh scattered all around.

Blood dripped from your jaws, staining your scaled skin as you raise to your feet, gaze fixed on Pixie-Bob and Kota with an intense focus.

The air was thick with the scent of death.

A low growl rumbled from your throat as you took a step toward the two causing Pixie-Bob's arms to tighten around Kota protectively.

Despite her fear, she squares her stance and shift in front of the boy. Her hands trembled as you neared but she was ready to fight.

“No!” Kota darts forward, throwing himself between you and the Pussycat with outstretched arms. “Don’t hurt her!”

Pixie-Bob freeze. Her wide eyes shifting between Kota’s fearless stance and your blood-stained figure.

“She’s my friend!” he insists, looking up at you with unshaken trust as his hand reaches for your clawed one.

"____."

The afternoon was warm.

Golden light draped the forest as Kota’s laughter echoed through the trees, his feet jumping and dodging roots as he chased after a small green frog.

He was so focused on catching it that he barely noticed the shift in scenery as he crossed into an area he’d never seen before.

His laughter faded, replaced by wide-eyed wonder as he took in the sight ahead of him.

A pond stretched before him: untouched and quiet, nestled between tall trees that leaned over its surface in an almost ethereal frame of dappled light.

Lily pads drifted on the still water, their delicate flowers in full bloom while dragonflies buzzed lazily and butterflies hovered above the wildflowers near the banks.

Kota’s heart swelled with curiosity as he edged closer. He knelt by the water’s edge, dipping his small hand into the pond allowing the coolness spread through his fingers.

He laughed in delight in the way the ripples spread out and sent tiny waves lapping against the shore.

Unbeknownst to him, his playful splashes awakened something beneath the water.

You felt the vibrations from above—saw the silhouette of a small hand dipping into the pond, disturbing the stillness you’d been lurking in.

The primal hunger that had been simmering in you sharpened. You moved forward in silence, your body gliding beneath the water.

Each movement was calculated as eyes remained locked onto your target.

He was small, unsuspecting—easy prey.

But then that sound came again. Laughter, soft and innocent, drifted through the quiet forest.

It was a sound so different from what you usually heard in the shadows of the water that it made you pause. Curiosity bloomed in place of hunger.

With steady caution you allowed yourself to rise; your piercing and unblinking eyes breaking the surface first.

You observed as he continued to splash at the water’s edge, blissfully unaware of the creature watching him from the depths.

Slowly the rest of your form emerged. Your head lifted out of the water casting a faint shadow across the pond.

Kota gasped and instinctively stumbled back. His eyes grew round was he stared at you with his mouth hanging open.

His instincts told him to run but instead he found himself frozen. He was torn between fear and fascination at the sight of you.

“H-hello?” he managed barely above a whisper. His small hands trembled but he didn’t move, too captivated to back away.

Sunlight danced across your skin bringing out green scales that highlighted your cheekbones.

The scales continued down your neck and arms creating faint natural patterns that blended seamlessly with your skin.

Across your shoulders and chest they grew denser, forming a protective layer that resembled a built-in bra and armor of sorts.

You tilt your head, regarding him with an assessing gaze. He didn’t move, didn’t scream, didn't fight back—he just simply watched you.

Intrigued by his lack of fear, you eased yourself toward the bank allowing your full form to emerge.

Your scales warmed under the Sun as you stretched out on the shore making your usually predatory stance soften with a low sigh of content.

The spikes that lined your back tapered down toward a thick muscular tail that rested behind you with an occasional twitch.

Sharp teeth larger and more jagged than any human’s glinted as you breathed.

And around your waist, a makeshift skirt fashioned from pond reeds and greenery was wrapped over your tail's base to keep it secured.

A person with a crocodile mutant Quirk—it was clear to see.

But to Kota, you were like no other.

“So cool...” he whispered as he stared at you with wide eyes.

As the moments passed and you made no move to attack, his fear began to ebb. So much till the point the child began to talk.

His voice filled the area as rambled. He chattered about his life, about his love for animals and his frustration with the heroes around him.

Bit by bit as he talked, he would scoot closer until his body was next to yours

There was even a point he began to absentmindedly brush along the ridges and scales on your back, touching the rough yet smooth skin lightly.

Finding strange contentment in his gentle curiosity you let him pet you as he continue on talking.

It was a one-sided conversation really. He'd paused occasionally—eyes drifting to your face to make sure you were still listening.

And each time he was met with the same patient steady gaze.

The Sun had started to dip below the treetops by the time he finally stopped, looking up at you with a thoughtful expression. “Ya know I just realized something...I don’t even know your name.”

The question hung in the air. For a long moment you remained still, simply watching him.

Then suddenly a low gravelly voice cuts through, sending vibrations through the boy’s body. “____.”

Kota blinked as he processed word. “Oh!” He beamed. “That's your name?”

His eyes sparkled as he looked at you. “____.” he repeat as though savoring it.

Just as he opened his mouth to ask more a sharp voice echoed from the trees. “Kota!”

His auntie Shino...

Before he could move you swiftly slide back into the pond leaving only ripples in your wake.

Moments later Shino, dressed in her Wild Wild Pussycats costume, broke through the tree line, her expression both relieved and stern as she rushed toward him.

“Kota! We’ve been looking everywhere for you!” She scolds him gently as she took his hand to lead him away from the pond. “Now you know you're not supposed to be over here. This is uncharted forest territory after all!”

Kota tries to pull his arm away. “But...I wasn’t alone! Her name’s ____ and she's right there!”

Excitedly pointing to the bank, his smile drops once he realize you're gone. He looks at the only to see it perfectly still—calm and untouched. "What...?"

Shino chuckles softly and ruffle his hair much to the boy's displeasure. "You sure do have a wild imagination Kota. Now come on! Its dinner time and Yawara made his special chili!"

As he's pulled away Kota kept his gaze lingering on the water. A small knowing smile tugs at his lips.

He knew what he’d seen. And he's definitely coming back.

“____?” Pixie-Bob couldn't believe her own eyes. “Wait...she's real?!”

Kota nods frantically, his expression unyielding. “Yes! She’s real and she’s strong—she can help us!”

His voice was small but fierce as he looked up at Pixie-Bob and then back to you. He gives your hand a firm squeeze.

“After that day...I started bringing her food or dead animals I would find in the forest. She watches over me.” His words were full of quiet pride. “She’s my friend.”

Pixie-Bob’s stance softened. A trace of wonder crossed her face as she looked from Kota to you, taking in the protective way you stood over him.

Though the memory of your attack on the villain was still vivid—so was Kota’s unwavering trust.

It was at that moment other heroes arrived. "Pixie-Bob! Kota!"

Kota face brightens at the sight of his aunt. Though Mandalay's relief was short-lived upon spotting your wild bloodied form.

Mandalay and Tiger's expressions shifted. Their bodies moved instinctively into offensive with narrowed eyes.

“Wait!” Pixie-Bob calls out with a raised hand. “She...she's with us. Kota vouches for her.” She glanced down at the boy beside you. “She’s an ally.”

Her teammates looked on casting wary glances toward you as they made their way over.

Kota took a deep breath and stepped forward, the unwavering look in his eyes was enough to hold even veteran heroes at bay.

“She’s strong,” he declared. “Stronger than anyone I know. She can help us. Please...let her help us!”

Their eyes flick over your form, sizing you up, noting your powerful build and the calm way you stand beside the young boy.

Mandalay's gaze softens as she looks from Kota to you. “She’s...really with us?” she murmurs, casting a questioning glance at Pixie-Bob.

Pixie-Bob gives a firm nod.

“Yes. If Kota trusts her, we can trust her too.” She lets her eyes settle on you with wary respect in her gaze. “We could use that kind of power right now.”

The tense stillness surrounding you is suddenly interrupted as Asui and Uraraka burst through the undergrowth in frantic and fast breaths.

They barely notice the wary truce forming around as they look to Mandalay and the others, both of their faces pale with worry.

“Pixie-Bob, Tiger, Mandalay!” Uraraka gasped. “We need help. The villains captured Bakugo and Tokoyami!”

Asui croaks. “Ribbit—I managed to throw Midoriya, Shoji, and Todoroki a few miles in the direction we last saw them run off to.”

Kota’s eyes widened as he took in their words, his expression shifting from shock to fierce determination.

Without hesitation he grips your arm and pull you down to his level.

His small hands reach up to hold your face to make sure you’re listening, his eyes locking onto yours with unshaken intensity.

“____” he whispered urgently, “They're students so they're not as experienced as Pros. Remember Izuku—the green haired weirdo I told you about? Him and his friends are in danger. Please, you need to help them.”

For a moment you only stare back unblinking. Then, after a beat, you release a deep nosed sigh; the warm breath ruffling his hair slightly.

Standing tall, you turn your head to the breeze and inhaling deeply, scenting the air for a clue.

And then (faint but unmistakable) it hit you—the sharp, acrid scent of burnt flesh and scorched wood drifted from deep within the forest.

In an instant you sprang forward, your powerful form tearing into the trees at breakneck speed.

The heroes barely had time to register what was happening as you vanished into the shadows toward the source of the scent.

"GO ____ GO! YOU GOT THIS!" Kota’s voice called out, filled with hope urging you onward. "Wait...did you just say ____?!"

"Not now auntie!"

*.·:·.☽✧✧☾.·:·.*

The smell got stronger as you moved, the forest blurring past in streaks of green and shadow.

Guided by the faint traces of smoke the sounds of distant conflict grew louder.

You neared the area, stopping right at the edge of the bushes, green eyes glinting as you took in the scene.

“You really think I’d be so careless?” A masked man with a theatrical pose. “When I flaunt something shiny...”

He opens his mouth, revealing two marbles resting on his tongue. “...it’s because there’s something else I don’t want you to see.”

"No..." You look to see a green haired freckled boy sitting on the ground not to far away. '....Izuku...'

Next to him stood a multi-armed teen who was shakily glancing at the marbles in his hand. "No..."

With a snap, the two objects immediately explode; revealing what was really trapped inside the small objects.

"Todoroki" Izuku mutters in disbelief. "is that—"

"My ice." The half red and white colored student, who you now know to be Todoroki, says as his face darkens.

With a grin the villain continues mocking the young heroes. “Forgive me but I do so adore a twist ending,” he sneers.

Another one stood beside him making your lips curl a little. He's where the burnt skin smell was coming from.

Your watch as the dark purple mist behind them began to envelope the two.

"One last bow," the magician like criminal declares grandly, leaning forward as he faced the trio of dismayed students. "And then...the curtain fal—"

A sudden blinding beam of light sliced through the misty gloom and struck him squarely in the face.

He stumbled back with a gasp, clutching his face as the marbles slipped from his grip, spinning wildly through the air.

You snapped your head toward the source of the laser and caught a brief glimpse of blond hair peeking through the dense undergrowth.

Two figures raced forward in desperation—one with the broad many-arms and the other Todoroki.

Multi-arms lunges forward, just managing to catch one of the marbles before it rolls out of reach.

Not far from him Todoroki reaches out for the other, his fingertips brushing its smooth surface—only for a scarred hand to snatch it mid-fall.

The hand lifts the marble to let it catch the faint moonlight.

Todoroki’s mismatched eyes widen as he looks up to meet turquoise. The ̶d̶̶y̶̶e̶̶d̶ raven haired man's lips curl into a mocking smirk.

“Well,” He drawls, enjoying every hint of distress on the younger male's face. “Isn’t that a tragedy~”

Your eyes narrow as you gauge the villain’s sneer.

Without waiting for another second you bursting through the bushes and clear the distance with a powerful leap.

UA students and villains alike jolt in surprise as you barrel toward the flame user, your jaws snapping open to aim for his wrist.

The blue-eyed villain reacts in the last second; jerking his arm back with a snarl, but not before your teeth graze his flesh.

"Shit!" He hisses in pain as he recoils causing the marble to drop from his grip.

Todoroki stumbled back, shock freezing him in place for a moment as you landed heavily on all fours with a low rumble.

You position yourself protectively near the marble as you keep your gaze on the villains.

“What the fuck?” he sneers as he takes in your blood-splattered form.

Nearby the other one hesitated, his hand twitching as he finally processed the unexpected threat you posed.

The distraction was enough to disrupt his usual confidence causing the marbles to transform back.

In a flash the marbles expanded revealing Bakugo and Tokoyami in their true forms.

Tokoyami stumbled beside Shoji as he regained his balance while Bakugo sat on the forest floor in confusion.

“Kacchan!” Izuku’s voice rings out in desperate relief as he runs toward the spiky-haired blonde.

Bakugo whipped around, his face changing from dazed to pure outrage in seconds. "Huh? Deku? The hell's going on here?" he barked.

But then his red eyes slid to you crouched beside him as you held the criminals in your unwavering stare.

His shock turned to horror. “WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!”

The sound of footsteps fills the clearing as Pro-Heroes start appearing causing the villain with the cracked mask to curse under his breath.

“Dabi!” he hisses once realizing the odds are no longer in their favor. “We have to go. Now!”

As the mist began to swirl around them signaling their retreat, Dabi’s furious gaze remained locked on you.

His jaw clenched as his hand twitched with the urge to unleash his flames on you.

The fury in his turquoise eyes burns hotter as he weighs his options, his disdain unmistakable as he glares.

Yet, after a tense pause, he seems to make his decision and stay put. But Dabi’s eyes never left you—even when the mist continued to swallow him.

It wasn’t until he vanished completely into the darkness that the oppressive tension began to lift.

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Time passed after the battle.

Digging through records they uncovered little about you—no family history, no known relatives.

It was as if you had existed entirely within the wilds.

Understanding the depths of your isolation, The Pussycats offered a unique arrangement: you’d be allowed to stay with them and near Kota for the child's sake and for the good of all .

The Wild Wild Pussycats would be your guardians, and with their endorsement, you’d receive special training under Aizawa.

Yet your primal nature was undeniable—resulting that you would join Class 1-A (though only loosely) in order to adapt to society, learn control, and ̶h̶̶o̶̶p̶̶e̶̶f̶̶u̶̶l̶̶l̶̶y̶ find a place in this new world beyond the forest.

At first the transition to UA was jarring. The school was a strange new jungle with hallways and doors instead of trees and rivers.

Your limited understanding of human life and lack of speaking left you barely engaged with academic classes.

Soon enough teachers began excusing you from regular lessons.

So while you attended physical hero training for your strength and speed, the teachers allowed you to roam freely during other periods, expecting to check in before lunch that is.

Even through all of this Kota’s loyalty and admiration never wavered. And so, with his encouragement, you try your best to navigate the strange customs of UA.

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Aizawa’s monotone voice filled the classroom he delivered a dry lecture on hero tactics while Class 1-A students dutifully took notes.

The room was calm and focused—and nearing lunch.

Just as Aizawa was outlining a defensive maneuver on the board, the door burst open with a loud slam causing all heads to shoot up

Except for Aizawa that is. He continued with his teachings, ignoring your disturbance all together.

You strode into the room unbothered by the abrupt interruption you'd caused before sauntering over to a spot near the window.

There was a murmur of mixed reactions: some were still startled by your wild presence, while others just rolled their eyes with an amused sigh.

Aizawa’s gaze flicked your way mid-sentence, his words trailing off as he noticed something unusual.

The Underground Hero narrowed his eyes as he stared at you with dry curiosity.

“___,” he said bluntly, focused on the tears that were brimming at the edges of your eyes causing your classmates to glance over. “What did you eat?”

The question was straightforward—clear to show he was not one to skirt around the subject.

The room fell silent. You tilt your head to the side.

You never really spoke much, often in short or one-worded replies. So many assumed you would ignore him and continue on with what you were doing as you usually d—

“Squirrel.”

Your gravelly voice cuts through the silence.

A collective shock rippled through the room as every student’s face twisted. Even those sitting nearby leaned away as if they could still see remnants of your meal.

And poor Kouda. The gentle giant's eyes went wide and he gave a little flinch at your response.

Any progress that was made for him to be less scared of you went out the window.

Bakugo lips curled in disgust. “Nasty ass!” he sneers with a scoff. “You’ll just eat anything huh?”

For a moment you blinked at their reactions not understanding what they found so unsettling.

Aizawa could only sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose before gesturing for you to return to your seat. “Let’s...just focus back on the lesson.”

Though the class settled, they couldn't help but let their glances linger, casting wary and slightly curious looks your way for the rest of the lesson.

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The day was winding down; the last class was a mix of quiet chatter and a few sleepy stares as everyone waited for the final bell.

Aizawa had left the room to drop off some graded papers leaving Class-1A students to their own devices.

Eyeing the clock to see only a few minutes remains, Bakugo’s eyes narrow with a glint of mischief.

Without warning he reaches into his bag and pulls out a small wriggling bundle—a bunny with soft fur and floppy ears.

“Bakugo what are you doing?!” Mina hissed as she spotted the small animal struggling in his grip.

Others turned to look, their expressions shifting from confusion to alarm.

With a wicked grin Bakugo shrugs. “Went out during lunch and got it,” he says nonchalantly. “Just a little test.”

“Test?” Kirishima echoes, his face a mix of concern and reluctant intrigue. “Bakubro...what do you mean by a test?”

Bakugo’s grin widens.

“I saw our new classmate here playing with some kittens on my way home yesterday,” he explains, his tone mocking. “Clearly it seems she doesn't really eat any and everything. Almost had me but seeing that made me realize I never actually seen her do it. Just wanna see for myself that's all.”

Realization dawns on the class and several voices rise in quick protest.

Izuku steps forward, his face pale. “Kacchan don’t tell me you're going to—”

Bakugo scoffs in irritation. “Relax Deku.”

Todoroki, overhearing, frowns slightly. “This is unnecessary. She’s adapting to a new environment—there’s no need to throw her instincts off balance like this.”

The spiky blonde's face hardens. “Oh spare me Half-and-Half. It’s all a show.” He gives a dismissive wave of his hand. “I don’t buy it—no way she’s that feral.”

Izuku reached a hand toward him still trying to talk him down. “Please Kacchan this isn’t a good idea.”

“You two need to chill. She won’t do anything.”

“Bakugo this isn’t just about proving a point.” Todoroki’s brows were furrowed at this point. “You know she’s different. There’s no need to throw live animals at her.”

“You seriously think I care what you think?!” he snaps in response. “There's no way she’d actually eat it.” He glanced between the two of them with a sneer. “What, you don’t believe me?”

“Kacchan please just put it back.” Izuku started pleading. “This isn’t a good idea.”

Bakugo’s patience snapped.

Last thing he wanted was a lecture from these two. “Oh yeah?” his voice dripped with defiance. “Watch this.”

He turns toward the windows where you and Asui were sunbathing. "Hey scaly bitch!"

You glance over at the call, squinting against the harsh light of the Sun.

"Catch!"

The class watched—half with horror while the other with morbid curiosity—as he tossed the bunny high into the air.

Instinct kicked in. Without hesitation you leaped from your spot, your body coiled like a spring.

Jaws wide, you caught the small creature mid-air with a single decisive snap.

The sound of the impact—teeth sinking into flesh—is almost inaudible beneath the chilling squeal of the bunny.

Blood splatter across the floor staining the tiles as you land gracefully back on your feet.

Your expression was calm and unmoved as you chewed and swallowed, licking the last traces of blood from your lips.

The class is frozen in horror as a stunned shock filled the room.

Bakugo’s own smirk fades. He stares at you in disbelief and for a moment he’s speechless—mouth open as he tries to process what just happened.

It wasn't until a gasp broke the silence, brining everyone’s attention to Kouda who had gone pale, his wide horrified eyes fixed on you.

Always drawn to animals the softspoken giant had never seen such a brutal display firsthand. Until now that is.

He swayed on his feet before his knees buckled, falling limp to the floor in a faint.

That snaps the entire class out of it; their heads swiveling in unison toward Bakugo, expressions ranging from anger to disgust.

“Bakugo!” They all shout in unison.

A collective scowl darkens their faces as they glare at him. He flinches at the sheer force of it.

"What?!" Recovering quickly Bakugo crosses his arms with a defensive scowl of his own. “I didn’t think she was gonna fucking eat it for real!”

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