HES SO CUTE I WANNA HUG HIM

holding out (just for you) [3] || katsuki b.

pairing: dragon!bakugo katsuki x reader

word count: 12.9k+

mentions: female reader, fantasy au, near death experience, descriptions of injuries (blood, some light gore, nausea, poisoning wrt reader), not completely revised akhdfg, aged up chars (24+), sfw, second pov, part of the bnha big bang collab!

with art drawn by the talented @your-fellow-passerine!! here is a link to the original post (give it some love!!!!) <33

side note: there had been some confusion wrt the ending of ch2 when i had posted it so im here to say that bkg did not leave LOL.

masterlist part two

You had a feeling for a while now that Bakugo didn’t like being indebted to you. 

You picked it up from some of his more subtle mannerisms whenever you brought him food or spent hours on end healing him. You didn’t mind, you really didn’t, and you tried telling him as much. But well, if there was one thing you learned about him over all these months, it was that he was a stubborn bastard (and he knew that, too). He could be grumpy all he wanted, though—it wasn’t like you were going to stop.

One day, you were just finishing up on healing the wound near his eye when he decided to puff a small bit of smoke directly into your face. Your nose scrunched slightly as you waved away the cloud with a hand and looked into his eye expectantly. He was lucky his smoke smelled kind of good; you don’t think you would have tolerated him doing it so often if it didn’t. “Need something?”

He made a deep rumble and lifted his head up, your hands dropping away from it as he jerked his chin towards his back. You looked at it curiously. “Oh, do you want me to heal—” 

He cut you off with a light growl and shake of his head. You could only watch him dumbly, not quite understanding even as he appeared to get a bit irritated. He gestured to his back again and gave his wings a little flap, then looked pointedly down at you with another huff. 

“Oh!” You brightened as his actions seemed to click together in your head. “You wanna go somewhere?” He let out a snort and lowered his head to give you a gentle nudge with the tip of his nose. “With me?” A puff of caramel-scented smoke and quick nod was all the confirmation you needed. “Sure, we’ve got time.” The sun wouldn’t set for a while. You stepped around him to tug on your bag and head over to his back, your eyes moving to look for somewhere you could sit atop him. It wouldn’t be an issue if he didn’t have all those spikes in the way. 

Just as the thought crossed your mind, though, Bakugo lowered himself closer to the ground. After a short moment that had you raising an eyebrow at him, he retracted his spikes completely into his body. You stared at his smooth back for a second, then looked at him with bewilderment painted across your features. He avoided your gaze a bit, then flicked his eyes towards you. “Wow! Since when could you do that?!” He only snorted as a response. 

It took a bit of shimmying to crawl your way up Bakugo’s back—his scales were warm like an hearth under your palms and slightly slippery as though coated in a light layer of oil—but you eventually managed to nestle yourself in the crook where his neck met his back. Your legs dangled down from the sides of his neck in a way that reminded you of riding a horse—except your thighs were forced to spread apart much wider. You were going to be sore as all hell tomorrow.  

You rested your hands lightly on his neck in front of you and looked up to see him peering back at you, one slitted, crimson eye sharply trained on your form. You gave him a thumbs up, doing your best to ignore the butterflies fluttering away in your stomach. Were you really about to do this? “Ready!” You guessed you were.

Bakugo chuffed and turned back around as the muscles in his back rolled beneath you. It was an entirely different experience being on top of him as he prepared to take off. Part of you kind of preferred to be on the ground—watching—instead. Your heart shot up to your throat when his wings gave two massive flaps somewhere behind you, and you leaned forward to wrap your arms around his thick neck as much as you could, practically cementing your body against him. 

“Ohhh my goddd,” you choked out, holding on for dear life as he leapt up into the air in a sudden, quick motion and flew up, and up, and up. Your stomach lurched, your hair whipped around sporadically. You almost didn’t want to look down, but you did, and you gaped in amazement as the clearing got smaller and smaller. The forest turned into an indecipherable ocean of green and if you looked to your left, you could see the small houses and buildings that made up Yuuei. 

Bakugo eventually leveled off and started heading in the direction of Mount Kamino. Since his movements were less rocky than they were while he was climbing up into the air, you were able to somewhat let go of his neck to sit yourself up. The wind pushed your hair back and stung at your eyes from being this high, but it wasn’t unbearable. You breathed in deeply, the crisp air filling your lungs, then exhaled it all in a relieved sigh. The warmth of the gleaming sun to your left and the coolness of being at this altitude contrasted against each other, but you felt nothing but the heat radiating from the dragon beneath you.

You stared around in wonder, the vast expanse of blue that stretched on until it reached the silver lining of the horizon. You felt like you could get lost in all that blue, unable to tell left from right or forward from backward. The thought made you suppress a small shiver and you turned your attention to the puffy, white clouds that Bakugo soared by—you couldn’t help but reach out to them, humorously imagining that you could just snatch a chunk off to hold in your hand. 

If you peeked down at the Earth, you could see the moment when the grey of Mount Kamino met the thick forest that surrounded it. Some distance away, you could see Lake Might—a mirror in the ground that felt like a portal to another universe. That you could fall through and end up in another sky not unlike this one. Your eyes moved to skim over the face of the mountain, locating a familiar dark cave atop an equally as familiar slope.

You felt, more than heard, the rumble that quaked through Bakugo’s chest. You raised your head to look at him; he’d turned his head slightly to peer at you from the corner of a glowing, ruby eye. 

“This is amazing!” You laughed out, a silly grin on your slowly numbing face. He snorted and returned his gaze to the front. Where you both were going, you didn’t know, but you trusted him.

You got so lost in watching the green ground pass below you—the way Bakugo’s shadow drifted across the clouds he soared above—that when he started to decelerate and tilted himself downwards, you blinked in surprise. There was a large clearing atop a plateau that he circled around once before he dropped himself down onto it in a smooth landing. You hardly felt yourself get jostled around. He puffed out some smoke and crouched his legs so you could slide off his back, your thighs only slightly sore for now. 

You straightened out your clothes and looked around to see where he’d taken you. It really was just a regular clearing. You wandered away from him and crouched down by a flower sticking out from tall blades of grass. A familiar, cerulean-colored flower, with petals shaped in the form of a star and leaves that reminded you of the hearts Denki would sometimes doodle on the sides of your drink containers. Your jaw dropped open. 

“Zeniths!” you exclaimed as you picked said flower and jumped to your feet so you could spin around to face Bakugo. He was watching you quietly, his eyes flicking down to the Zenith as you scurried closer to him to brandish it eagerly. “You found a clearing!! Shit, look at all this!” You waved your hand out at the seemingly endless field covered in cerulean flowers. “This is enough to last me years!” You turned back to look at him with a wide smile that made the apples of your cheeks hurt. “Thank you! Truly.”

For a moment, all he did was stare down at you. Then he snorted out some smoke into your face and turned his head to look away in a random direction. You only laughed at his reaction and jogged off to start collecting as many Zeniths as you could. You’d have to remember where this clearing was for the future—maybe you could come back on your own.

You took your time to carefully pluck and bundle the Zeniths, wrapping their stems together with string so you could stash them in your bag. At one point, you looked around to see what Bakugo was up to and saw that he’d taken to the skies again—you hadn’t even noticed when he’d lifted off, so absorbed in your work. He was steadily circling around the plateau, clearly enjoying himself, in his own way. 

You wandered over to a particularly rough, bumpy, patch of the plateau and knelt down to gather the Zeniths there. But you paused, for a short second, as you felt a faint tremor through the soles of your shoes. You slowly stood up and waited to see if there would be another, your eyes latched onto the gently swaying grass and flowers below you. One second, two seconds—a faint shake. Three seconds, four seconds. The ground shifted. You furrowed your eyebrows.

And then the Earth erupted beneath your feet.

You let out a yelp as you tumbled backwards onto the grass and dirt, your brain not fully processing what was happening. Your reflexes kicked into overdrive when you noticed a large, dark shadow shoot towards your disoriented form, and you were just barely able to toss yourself to the side to avoid it. A large jaw snapped near your head, missing it by inches. You rolled, heart picking up a frantic beat when you heard a low, raspy hissing. From your periphery, something grey and scaley—covered with flecks of brown and green—gyrated at your side and sunk back into the ground. You stared at where it had disappeared, the Earth a mess of overturned soil that quivered for a second before it stilled. 

You swallowed thickly, breaths bated, and slowly picked yourself up from the ground. You kept your eyes locked on the area around you. And you listened. And you waited. You were scared to take a further step for fear of disturbing the odd silence that had befallen the field, but you forced yourself to slowly inch away from your spot. You licked at your dry lips, a foreboding feeling settling in your chest. Your fingers trembled into fists.

This time, when the ground exploded in a monstrous plume of dirt and grass, you let out a piercing scream and whipped yourself around so you could run. 

Keep your gaze low, you panicked to yourself as you pumped your legs as fast as you could. The terra basilisk let out a hiss that you could hear over your palpitating heart. Its large shadow lunged towards you again. You yelped and dove to the side, a pain bursting along your upper right arm as your hands scraped against rock and rough patches of soil. Still, you couldn’t stop, you couldn’t. You scrambled up and sprinted off towards some trees you could see in the distance, not giving yourself the time to rest for fear of what would become of you if you did. 

You could hear the way the basilisk snaked across the ground after you, the way it dove deep into the soil once more to leave you for a terrifyingly quiet minute. The ground shook minutely behind you, before all went still. You didn’t dare look back to see where it was, keeping your eyes locked on a point in front of you. A crisp pain was starting to manifest itself in your side, just under your ribs. Your breaths came out in quick gasps. 

Still, you ran. 

A column of dirt burst forth into the air to your right. You yelped and ducked down as you lunged to the left to avoid the dark, snapping maw that descended upon your head like the hand of death itself. But just as you pivoted to sprint in a direction opposite of the hole the basilisk had emerged from, your foot slipped on something—made it twist sharply and suddenly. You barely had time to throw out your hands to catch yourself as you went plunging towards the grass. Before you could hit the ground, however, something slammed into your side. 

Hard. 

It threw off your momentum—knocked you into the air—a choked gasp leaving your chapped lips as you soared blindly in a direction you couldn’t make out. Your hair whipped around your face, your eyes scrunched closed as though to brace yourself. You hit the ground with a rough thud and rolled through grass and dirt that tangled around your hair and limbs. Sticks and stones scratched at your clothes, your skin. Your head swam with the motion of skidding across the Earth in a seemingly never-ending whirlwind. A rough grunt escaped your mouth when you finally, finally, felt your back collide with something rough. It forced the wind right out of you—caused a throbbing pain to radiate across your torso. You crumpled into a heap, the energy sapped out of you like a sponge wrung dry.

And through the pounding of your heart in your ears, you heard a thundering, soul-encompassing, roar. 

It reverberated through your very bones, sunk deep into your chest and made your heart skip a beat. You could barely even move. The hammering in your head, along your back, was debilitating. Your lips trembled with the pained groans you wanted to release. The dirt felt cool against your overheating cheeks. You kept your eyes shut tightly, unwilling to look up for fear of meeting the yellowed eyes of the basilisk. All you could do was curl into a ball and listen to the snarls and growls in the near distance. Feel a sudden, sweltering heat that washed along your exposed skin—accompanied by a deep, deep rumble. You bit at the inside of your cheek and pressed your forehead further into the Earth in the hopes that it would swallow you whole.

A shrieking hiss. A vicious snarl. The sound of flesh tearing apart. The steady flapping of large wings that got fainter and fainter and fainter, until all you could hear was the gentle rustling of leaves above you. Peaceful, almost, in a way that made you feel sick. Grass tickled at your neck. Your back throbbed at the slightest of movements.

In the far, far distance, there was a faint crack that was followed by the shrill chirps and caws of birds as they fluttered up into the sky. 

You don’t know how long you lay there, your consciousness flickering in and out like a candle fighting to stay lit in a storm. Your eyes fluttered as you struggled desperately against the encroaching darkness that threatened to pull you under. Eventually, you were jolted awake by a thud somewhere near you that you could feel through the ground. For a moment, your heart stuttered in your chest, worried that the creature behind the impact was one with grey, scaly skin and yellow eyes. But then something gently nudged at your right side. Hot air fanned out over your body, ruffling your hair. There was a familiar, quiet rumbling sound that only became more insistent when you didn’t move. 

You released the groan you’d been choking on and started to shift so you could push yourself up. Your back immediately protested, practically screaming at you to lay down once more. But you couldn’t—you knew you couldn’t, no matter how much you wanted to close your eyes and simply rest. You needed to check the stinging pain you felt on your upper arm, the tenderness in your ankle.  

With muscles tenser than you’d ever felt them before, you propped yourself up on your palms and moved your legs until you were in a crawling position. You blinked hazily down at the dirt and grass beneath you, your chest moving as you took slow, steady breaths in the hopes that they would get rid of the spots of black that lingered across your vision. Bakugo let out a chuff near your head and nudged you again until you shifted, painstakingly slow. God, everything hurts. 

You managed to sit yourself up and lean back against the tree you’d slammed into, your legs extended before you. Just doing that simple action made your head swing dangerously. Inhale, then exhale. You shivered at the gentle breeze that drifted through the air. You closed your eyes for a second, then reopened them to gaze blearily up at Bakugo hovering in front of you. Worried, it seemed, if the way he was chuffing close to your face was any indication. Something dark burgundy was smeared across his mouth, coated his fangs. You swallowed thickly and forced down the sudden nausea you felt crawling up your throat. Bakugo watched you carefully for a moment, then his pink tongue darted out to lick at his maw in a quick motion. You let out a quiet sigh. 

“Did it nick you?” you croaked out once your nerves had settled, your tongue like lead in your mouth. Bakugo huffed out his irritation and nudged your shoulder pointedly. You let out a weak laugh. “Yeah, I should… focus on myself, huh?” Your left hand reached across your chest to press your palm against the stinging part of your upper arm. When you pulled it away, it was coated in crimson—though it was much darker than you’d expected it to be. And when you turned your head in an attempt to peer at the wound, you saw that it was tinged with an inky black. Your stomach dropped. No wonder you were feeling so lightheaded and clammy. 

“Fuck, it got me,” you rasped and pressed the back of your hand to your forehead. It felt warm. You needed to do something, and you needed to do it fast. Bakugo made a low whine as your eyes darted around the grass surrounding you. There were a few Zeniths swaying lazily back and forth a few feet to your left. Perfect. You took a deep breath to brace yourself, then shifted back onto your knees so you could crawl closer to the cerulean flowers. Your back pulsed hotly—you winced and struggled to push through the pain for the brief seconds it took you to reach out and snatch them up in a clumsy hand. 

Bakugo followed you with his head, puffing near your body as he kept an eye on you. The light around you was starting to… look strange. Almost like you were underwater. That couldn’t be good. You sat on your calves and promptly stuffed the Zeniths into your mouth, your jaw working furiously as you chewed them into a paste. It wasn’t the best method of execution to get them to the state you needed, but well, it would have to do. They tasted like… nothing, really. Maybe the vague hint of something that reminded you of honeydew.

You were lucky—really fucking lucky—that you were surrounded by the right flora to aid in healing your injuries and slowing down the spread of the basilisk poison. You dared not ruminate on the dark implications of the plateau housing other… less useful plants. 

You did your best to wipe the blood on your palm on the grass near your knees. There was no time to waste—you couldn’t spare the minutes it would take to get your arm to stop bleeding. As you spat the murky green mush in your mouth onto your left hand and smoothed it roughly over the gash on your upper arm, you felt Bakugo insistently nudge the side of your head. The puffs of air from his nostrils fanned gently against your cheek and tickled your neck. You glanced over to him with an inquisitive hum. Once your attention was on him, he lowered his head so he could nose at the hand clutching at your arm, pointedly huffing at it. His scales felt cool, almost, against your hot skin. That definitely couldn’t be good. 

“What?” you asked confusedly when Bakugo continued his actions. He let out a low rumble and nudged a bit harder at your hand, but you were lost as to what he was trying to say. “I don’t…” you trailed off, blinking heavily at him. You felt tired. You didn’t have the time for this. Bakugo huffed out his irritation and lifted his head away from you so you could see the white glow of his fire at the base of his neck. But instead of releasing it, he let the glow fade and exhaled a cloud of dark smoke. He then leaned towards you again so he could nose at your hands. 

“Your… fire? My hands…?” you mumbled to yourself, trying to get your foggy brain to work enough to piece things together. What did they have in common? Was there anythi— “Oh!” you exclaimed as things clicked together. “My— my magic?” 

Bakugo rumbled and leaned away from you so he could give you an expectant look—though there was something to it that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. Something that made your insides twist with guilt. He was antsy, you realized, as you spotted the way his tail undulated almost frenziedly behind him. The way his unsheathed spikes bristled along his tensed spine. You bit at the inside of your cheek and turned your gaze away from him so you could inspect your wound. The Zenith mush was just enough to cover it entirely. Good. It wouldn’t take too long for the Zeniths to take effect—but you needed to get back to your cottage soon. You had more effective treatments you could administer there that would help get rid of the encroaching fever and chills. 

You cleared your parched throat and finally looked back at him impatiently waiting. “I ah, forgot to mention that my magic… it doesn’t really work on me.” You didn’t think your avoidance of telling him such information in the cave would come back to bite you in the ass, but here you were. You grimaced when he let out a low growl, his eyes slitting into thin slices. “You were being defensive when you saw— What was I supposed to do? Look”—you took a deep breath in an attempt to reorient yourself—“never mind that. We— We have to get back to my cottage.”

Bakugo made a sound from deep within his chest as you looked away from him and down at your shirt. You still felt lightheaded and your body felt like you’d just stepped out of a funeral pyre. It was exhausting. Focus, you had to focus. After doing your best to wipe the Zenith mush off of your hand, you made quick work out of tearing off a piece of the bottom of your shirt. You wrapped it around your upper arm as tightly as you could, wincing as you used your teeth to help you tie a knot that rested on top of your wound. Fuck, it was sloppy, but it would have to do until you got back home. At least the pain had simmered down to a dull throb.

“Okay.” You nodded to yourself and slowly shifted your legs around until you were in a crouching position. Leaning most of your weight on your uninjured ankle, you paused to take a small breath, then pushed yourself up. 

Immediately, your back spasmed—a sudden and ferocious thing that made you yelp and lurch forward in a reflexive attempt to curl in on yourself. You caught yourself on something in front of you that shifted underneath your torso and poked your stomach. It felt like you could hardly even move. Once you blinked away the darkness that tinged the edges of your vision, you found yourself hanging off the shimmering gold of Bakugo’s snout—practically leaning your entire weight on top of him. Slitted crimson eyes zeroed in on your perspiring face. 

“Shit, sorry,” you gasped out, eyebrows scrunched together as you waited for your back pain to settle down to a dull ache once more. Bakugo let out a rumble and a small puff of smoke that you felt caress the sides of your face. It was strangely… comforting, you guessed. Once you’d managed to collect yourself, you eased yourself off of him, one of your hands delicately resting on the scales of his left cheek as you grimaced down at your ankle. 

The boots you were wearing were thick enough that you were certain your ankle wasn’t dealing with an injury that was too dire. But still, as you tentatively shifted some of your weight onto it, you couldn’t help wincing as it gave a sharp throb. Broken, no, but it was definitely tender—maybe sprained. You sighed. 

“Les’go,” you told Bakugo as you clumsily stepped forward in the direction of his wings, your back hunched slightly to stave off any more spasms. You raised an arm to wipe it across your warm face. If you didn’t make any sudden movements and kept your back tilted, then you could somewhat hobble around. Somewhat. Bakugo puffed out some smoke and lowered himself so that he was resting flat on the ground, his spikes retracting once more. He kept a slitted eye on you, warily watching as you approached his shoulder. 

It took you longer than you would’ve liked to admit to shimmy your way onto his back. The slightest movements in the wrong direction would cause your back to pulse or your ankle to twinge. Bakugo rumbled an anxious little sound as he attempted to help you, the muscles of his back and front leg shifting underneath your scratched up palms to make the incline up his side easier to crawl across. 

As soon as you settled on top of his nape, he gave you one last glance before immediately taking off. You nearly tumbled off him with the force of his jump, your grip around his neck tightening. His wings moved at a rapid pace. The wind stung at your eyes. You grimaced when your back throbbed and leaned forward until your front rested against his neck. His scales felt a bit warmer now where they were pressed against your cheek—that meant the Zeniths were working. Good.

In the far distance, away from the plateau, you caught a glimpse of something long and grey laying on the ground. Terrifyingly still. It made something foul twist its way through your chest. You closed your eyes and lost yourself to the beating of Bakugo’s wings.

You woke up abruptly, your body jostling harshly in a way that made you bolt upright. You regretted it once your back protested angrily, a pained hiss escaping your lips as one of your hands pressed itself somewhere against your lower lumbar region. You felt groggy—sluggish—but at least you were cognizant. A rumble somewhere in front of you made you look up to see Bakugo watching you carefully, his pupil flicking to your hand pressed to your body. And it was then that you realized you were both on the ground—not in the sky. That was fast. 

He’d taken you straight to your cottage instead of the forest clearing, you noticed, as you glanced around. The space you had around it wasn’t large enough to accommodate him. He was mostly standing on top of the soil you used for your garden—you’d cleaned out the area a long time ago. You just hadn’t had the chance to plant anything yet, with all the medicinal responsibilities you were in charge of. He’d tucked his wings close to his body and made himself as small as possible—though even then it was barely enough. It certainly didn’t seem comfortable.

By now the sun had started to creep its way to the horizon, its light painting the walls of your cottage a rich honey color. Slipping off Bakugo’s back was certainly easier than the whole ordeal of clambering on top of it, though once your feet hit the ground you grimaced at the simultaneous waves of pain that radiated through your back and ankle. You mumbled something to Bakugo—a thanks, maybe, you weren’t quite sure—and stumbled your way towards your front door. 

As you reached behind you to grab your key from your bag, you startled slightly when your hand met nothing but air. A quick glance around you let you know it was nowhere in sight. You slapped a hand against your face and let out a groan. You hadn’t even noticed it was gone. Bakugo made a questioning sound in reply—you could hear him shifting closer behind you, feel the hot air that left his nose as you turned around to see his head hovering over you. He’d curled into an even tighter ball, now that you’d gotten off his back. 

“Dropped my bag back at the plateau,” you told him wearily with a sigh. You already didn’t particularly like the prospect of going back there, but well… you really needed those Zeniths. It didn’t help the bubbling, anxious feeling in your gut, though. This was a problem for another day, you decided. “We’ll grab it later,” you mumbled offhandedly and turned back around so you could clumsily swipe the spare key you kept hidden in a flower pot to the side of the door. 

You shuffled inside once the door opened, making a beeline for one of the wooden chairs you had by the table of salves and creams. You collapsed onto it heavily and grumbled when your back gave a sharp pang. There was the sound of huffing and shifting from outside that you paid no mind to for the time being, instead focused on easing your boots from your feet. A groan escaped your lips once you managed to free your aching ankle and a quick inspection of it after you slipped your sock off showed that it was swollen. Great. 

You were lucky that you had some supplies on the table from the last person you’d treated earlier in the day—just thinking about needing to walk over to your bedroom closet to grab them made your ankle pulse with another wave of pain. 

But first—the wound on your arm. 

You made quick work out of unwrapping the bloody piece of cloth from your upper arm, grimacing when it peeled wetly off your wound. You had to awkwardly twist your arm towards you and crane your neck so you could inspect it. The Zenith mush had mostly been absorbed already, eradicating the black tinge of the poison and leaving nothing but the fresh red of blood. You pressed the back of your hand against your forehead and slumped your shoulders in relief at the steadily decreasing temperature. You felt marginally better, certainly, but there was still work to be done. 

You began the tedious process of cleaning your arm up and slathering a poison-specialized salve over the gash to ensure that it wouldn’t still be in your system. You craved nothing more than to just lay in the comfort of your bed, to sleep off the aches and pains—or attempt to, at least. But you couldn’t, not yet. You let out a sigh as you tightened a roll of bandages around your arm and fastened a knot directly over the wound once more. At least you felt cleaner—albeit marginally. 

From outside, you heard Bakugou make a low whining sound that pulled you out of your focus. You lifted your gaze to see him peering at you through your open door. He couldn’t fit his head through the entryway—it was too big—so he had to settle on watching you through one of his eyes, the pupils slitted to make way for gleaming crimson. Once he saw you were looking at him, he chuffed and glanced up and down your seated form. 

“Almost done, it’s okay,” you murmured—to reassure him or yourself, you would never know. You shuffled through some of the ointments on your table until you found a pale pink one. Uncapping the jar, you swiped your fingers through the paste and lifted your shirt slightly so you could spread it lightly across your back. It was a bit cool—room temperature, you knew—and you did your best to cover all the areas that twinged and panged whenever you moved in the wrong way. Bakugo rumbled again and shifted outside your little cottage. Antsy still, you assumed. 

It wasn’t until you were finished coating and tightly wrapping up your ankle that you finally breathed out a sigh in relief. You wiped your hands off on your shirt—you’d need to trash it anyways, with how it was ripped at the bottom—and tentatively stood up from your chair so you could test how much weight you could place on your ankle. It still ached, and your back protested when you straightened up, but they were both much more manageable than they were before. At least you could walk without limping too heavily. 

You made your way over to the open doorway, painstakingly slow, and stopped just before it, bracing one of your hands against the frame. Bakugo huffed out a bit of smoke and raised his head up and away so you could step outside slightly and look up at him. 

“I’ll be fine,” you told him when it became apparent he was waiting for you to say something. He snorted and lowered himself so he could inspect your arm. The hot puffs of air from his nose fanned out along your exposed skin and made a shiver run down your spine. He gently nudged your side until you lifted a hand to rest it on his nose. Your thumb smoothed over the scales there, as though you could make them gleam brighter than they already were. He let out a quiet sound—soft enough that it nearly blended in with the rustling leaves and chirping insects.

You glanced up at the sky—the deep navy that intertwined with the last bits of tangerine from the sun—then at Bakugo, who still looked way too large for your little garden space. “It’s getting late. I need to rest and you need to head back to your own clearing for the night.”

At that, Bakugo made a low rumble and pulled away so he could properly look down at you. He seemed to curl himself into a tighter ball—nestled himself more comfortably in front of your cottage. You raised an eyebrow at him. “You can’t stay here,” you said slowly, but even then he only let out a huff and curled his tail around himself like he was going to sleep there. “No, Bakugo, seriously, you’re too big for this clearing. There’s no way you’ll be comfortable for the night.” 

He didn’t agree with you, it seemed, for he bared his teeth at you in a move that you supposed was to be threatening—but it wasn’t anymore. Not to you. He growled, but you only crossed your arms over your chest and lifted your chin as you held eye contact with one of his slitted, gemstone-like eyes. 

Stubborn bastard, you thought sourly when his gaze didn’t waver after a few moments of silence. Believe it or not, it was actually rather difficult to uphold a glare with a dragon—who knew. But you couldn’t be mad at him for wanting to stay, not really. His intentions behind it made your gaze soften as you let out a halfhearted sigh. 

“Okay, fine,” you acquiesced, your shoulders slumping. “But we really can’t stay here.” He wouldn’t be comfortable and you didn’t want to risk him getting caught camping out in front of your cottage—it would be too much to deal with if you had to explain. You chewed on the inside of your lip as you weighed your options, then tiredly rubbed the bridge of your nose. “Hang on.”

Bakugo made a rumbling sound as you turned around to shuffle back into your home—curious, perhaps, as to what you were doing. You slipped into your bedroom and grabbed a spare blanket from the closet that you tossed onto your bed. Then you rummaged around for some clean clothes and headed over to your bathroom so you could clean up. You grimaced at your reflection in the small, dinky mirror you had—dirt was smeared across your face, scratches littered your skin, and your hair was a mess of bits of grass and leaves. You’d seen better days, that was for sure.

You were quick with doing your best to scrub away all the dirt and tending to some of the deeper scratches on your face and palms. The clean clothes you tugged on made you feel better—fresher—and you swiped away the hair from your face as you tossed your ruined clothes in a corner of your little bathroom to deal with later. You grabbed the blanket you’d dropped onto your bed and shuffled back to the entrance, casting your gaze around the small space of your cottage before you closed the door and hid the spare key back in its flower pot once more.

“Alright,” you said once you turned around to look at Bakugo. He eyed the blanket overflowing in your arms like a cascading waterfall, then puffed out a cloud of smoke. “Let’s go, then.” 

You’d been prepared to make the painstakingly slow journey to his clearing on your own—a process that likely would’ve gotten more difficult as the last vestiges of sunlight disappeared beyond the horizon—but it seemed like Bakugo had caught on to what you were doing. He snorted and lowered himself down to the soil-covered ground in front of you, tilting his body so you would have an easier time clambering atop his back. You gave him a smile and did as expected, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck with the blanket smushed underneath you.

His clearing wasn’t far from your cottage—it felt like you’d arrived within two or three flaps of his large wings. Bakugo landed smoothly on the ground and lowered himself so you could clumsily slide off of him. Your back gave a slight twinge, but at least it was much more manageable than it had been before. You patted his side as a thanks and picked your way over to the center of the clearing.

Seems comfy enough, you thought to yourself as you spread your blanket over the ground, patting down any particularly lumpy areas. Then you eased yourself onto it and let out a sigh as you crossed your hands behind your head and stared up at the inky sky. Splatters of white winked at you through the heavens, intermingled with specks of blood red and sunshine yellow. It was just light enough to be able to see, though the moon had yet to show its full face. You could sense the steadily cooling air as it settled across your skin. Maybe you should have brought another blanket.

You could feel, through the ground pressed against your back, the heavy steps Bakugo took as he circled around you. The vibrations made the hairs on your arms stand up—seemed to reverberate through your entire body. You craned your neck up and to the side to watch him settle around you in a crescent moon. He yawned widely, then nestled his head somewhere to your right atop his front legs. You lifted yourself up partially to look at him lying behind you—if you shimmied yourself back by a foot or so, you could rest your head on the smooth scales that made up his underbelly. 

So you did, awkwardly shuffling backwards until your upper body came into contact with the hearth-esque warmth that he radiated from his stomach. He chuffed gently as you made yourself comfortable, wrapping your blanket snugly around yourself like you were the filling in a flaky pastry. From the corner of your vision, you could see something dark curl closer towards you in a manner that made you tense up—his tail (not a snake, no, you breathed easily). 

You relaxed into him and stared up at the sky that was soon obscured by one of his large wings as it sloped over your head. “Happy now?” you murmured, quiet in the open clearing, but loud enough that he heard and made a soft rumble that you felt through his chest. You listened—for a moment—to the sounds of his gentle breathing, the rustling leaves, and the chirping insects, then closed your eyes.

And there—surrounded by the chilly night air, the cold grass that tickled at your skin—you felt warm.

There was a noticeable shift, in the following weeks, regarding the way Bakugo behaved around you. It was so stark—so different—from the way he’d previously been that it was impossible to not pick up on it.   

He started hovering over your cottage during the day—you noticed him through your little window more often than not. He sometimes landed upon the barren area of your garden while you were tending to things inside and peered a giant, crimson eye through the front door you left open for him. You let him so as he pleased for a day or two, but he couldn’t keep lingering around your home—you often had visitors, and you knew it would not bode well for you nor him if he stayed. You worried about the unspoken consequences. 

You told him just as much, but he was still unbearingly stubborn. However, he seemed to understand, albeit reluctantly, and toned down his visits… not by much, though.

In fact, he started flying around Yuuei more—looping around it in a massive circle whenever you were conveniently there for medicinal work or errands. You wondered how he knew when you were in the village, but figured it was easy enough for him to fly over your cottage and see if you were home or not. You did find that you still had a difficult time walking around properly—you were sore and had to use a spare cane in your closet for long treks. You supposed he was just keeping an eye on you, but well, you think you preferred him lingering around your cottage more so than this. It was startling—and a bit ominous to those who didn’t know him (that is, the entire village)—to see him flying so close. Especially since he hadn’t bothered to beforehand. He was not a bird in the sky, but rather he was close enough that you could see the way the tangerine and black markings on his scales absorbed the sunlight that gleamed off him like a shiny coin.

You had to admit, the shadow he cast upon the Earth—large enough to block out the sun and cover people in a darkness that felt just a bit too cold—was more than a bit terrifying. You were sure the villagers were uneased by his presence; you saw the looks on their faces, the way they would keep glancing up at the sky. Wonder and amazement had been replaced by anxiety and trepidation with a beat of his wings.

(“Is it scoping us out?” one villager whispered to another as they lingered under the awning of a shop—hoping the covering would conceal and protect them. “What does it want? My kids think it’s cool but they don’t understand the danger.”

“Mmmh, I don’t know,” the other replied, fidgeting with the bag they grasped in white-knuckled hands. “I hope it’s not… hungry…”) 

You grew antsy—nervous—at the whispers, but you knew if you told Bakugo to stop for the reasons you were thinking of, he would brush off your concerns. He was a dragon—he was strong enough to handle himself but… you knew he would not be unscathed if anyone particularly powerful came along. His still-healing wounds were evidence enough.

Something, however, that struck you a little odd was when you encountered Izuku whilst heading over to treat one of your patients in Yuuei. 

He’d been carrying what seemed like half of the village’s record collection when you—quite literally—ran into him. A waterfall of leather-bound books and scrolls tumbled to the paved ground. You stumbled back a bit, fumbling with your cane and bag of herbs and salves. Apologies spewed out of your mouth until you realized they were being mirrored by a rather familiar voice. Looking up, you were greeted with the sight of curly green hair and flushed, freckled cheeks. 

“I-I’m so sorry!” he stammered out, his hands hovering awkwardly over you as he glanced over your figure. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” 

“Izuku, I’m fine,” you told him with a small laugh as you straightened up and brushed away his hands. You hadn’t seen him in a while—he was awfully busy nowadays. With what, you weren’t privy to, but you supposed it wasn’t any of your business, not really. “Are you okay?” 

“I’m good— I ah”—he looked down at his feet and stooped down to start picking up his papers—“I should have been paying more attention to where I was going. Sorry—“ 

“It’s okay, really,” you soothed him again. He had a nasty habit of endlessly apologizing for things that weren’t even his fault. You bent down carefully so you could help him gather his things. One of the scrolls you grabbed had a golden seal that looked rather familiar. But before you could observe it more carefully, Izuku had grabbed it from your hands to stuff into his arms once more. 

“So, what—” Izuku cleared his throat as you stacked some books together. They looked handmade, now that you were close enough to see, and a bit worn from use. “What… happened?” 

“Hm?” You raised an eyebrow at him, then saw he was pointedly looking at the bandages around your ankle that poked out from the bottom of your pants. “Oh! I fell. Got my foot stuck around a tree root, sprained it pretty badly.” There was no way you were going to tell him you got injured while running away from a fucking basilisk. It would bring up the question of how you had escaped and, well… You still didn’t want to expose the odd friendship you had with a dragon. Not even to Izuku—and certainly not in public like this. 

“Ouch.” He grimaced and steadily rose to his feet once he’d picked up his belongings—the ones you didn’t grab, anyways. You used your cane to support most of your weight as you gingerly followed him up and meticulously stacked the books in your own hands onto his arms. “Thanks. Hopefully you feel better soon! I imagine being a healer yourself has its benefits.” 

You chuckled and adjusted your bag over your shoulder—it was a spare. “Yeah it does. I’m at least able to alleviate some of the pain with the salves I have. But anyways, where are you off to with all of that? I could hardly see your face poking over all those scrolls.” 

Izuku brightened, as though he was glad you were curious enough to ask. “Ah, turns out Yuuei’s got an amazing historical archive! Did you know All Might used to live here?” 

“Really?” You knew there was a tribute statue to him at the center of the village, but you didn’t really know much else about the swordsman other than that. He’d been a significantly powerful magic wielder, you think. Pretty unheard of for humans, though his time had been quite a while ago, so you weren’t all too sure. You didn’t care enough to do research.

“Yeah! There’s not really a lot of information about him here, though. I found a singular scroll and a few—“ 

Izuku abruptly cut himself off when a dark shadow passed over both your heads, momentarily dousing you in a coolness that was honestly a bit of a reprieve from the midday sun. You looked up to see Bakugo making his usual rounds about the village. His wings leisurely beat up and down, a sound that seemed so pronounced amongst the quiet bustle of the villagers that surrounded you. If you squinted up at him, you could see his giant, crimson eye surveilling the ground beneath him—it didn’t seem like he had spotted you yet. A small smile pricked at your lips. 

Izuku hummed and called your name, prompting you to look back at him. There was a rather contemplative look on his face, to your slight intrigue. Very ruminative. He was quiet for a moment more, then opened his mouth to speak. “You’ve lived here for a while, right? Have you… ever seen dragons around here before?” His voice was low and sounded… distant. Like he wasn’t exactly with you at the present day. 

You shook your head. “Not really. Why’re you asking?” 

Izuku stayed silent—to the point where you considered leaving him and seeing if he would notice—then seemed to snap out of his thoughts. He blinked a few times, then looked back at you with wide eyes. “Sorry! Gotta go! Can’t keep the missus waiting!” 

You were bemused, but waved him off all the same. He scurried away from you, occasionally glancing up at the sky as he left. Izuku certainly was… quirky, that was for sure. You sighed and looked back up at Bakugo to see him circling around Yuuei once more, a bright, crimson eye trained on your significantly smaller figure. You huffed lightly through your nose and set off to your intended destination. You brushed off Izuku’s strange behavior easily enough. Besides, you had more pressing matters to deal with…

Bakugo was worried, you knew he was. What had happened at the plateau was something you tried not to ruminate upon too heavily, but well, it was hard when your back still ached and your ankle still twinged. If you closed your eyes for too long, you could picture the grey scales of the terra basilisk, hear the slithering sounds it made as it chased you. But you didn’t let it affect you—tried not to. You pressed on and drowned yourself with work—with healing the rest of Bakugo’s wounds and tending to your duties as village healer. It worked, most of the time. You didn’t dare linger—didn’t dare let yourself be on your own in the silence for more than a few moments. 

And maybe Bakugo could see right through you—maybe he could tell you were avoiding addressing things. Maybe that was why he didn’t really leave you alone. 

Now that he knew you were fine with sleeping in his clearing with him, he often wanted you to go there when evening fell. You didn’t mind, not particularly, though you definitely couldn’t go there every single night—you had things to do back at your own cottage. You sometimes got visitors for illnesses that onsetted or exacerbated overnight, so it was always best for you to be at home and ready. You entertained him when you could and drank a special tea you purchased at the market to help you have a dreamless sleep. But it could only work for so long, you knew. It was a problem for the future.

You did, eventually, have to face part of your fears. Bakugo took you back to the plateau a week or so later to retrieve your bag. It was inevitable and you were aware that he had been patiently waiting for you to approach him the entire time. You were reluctant and dragged your feet for quite a while, but eventually you steeled your resolve. You would be fine, you told yourself. You would be fine.

And you were… for the most part. 

The moment your feet came into contact with the grass of the plateau, you felt unsteady. Disconnected. You knew the basilisk had been taken care of and yet, you still felt stifled. Like there was a pillow pressing into your lungs, filling your throat and mouth with cotton. You took a deep breath and picked your way over to your bag, avoiding the overturned patches of grass and dirt. Bakugo trailed behind you like a large, deadly shadow. His head hovered just over your shoulder—so that you could feel the warm puffs of air from his nostrils. It was grounding. 

You wasted no time in snatching up your bag and checking to see that it contained a decent amount of Zenith flowers—there was no need for the entire experience to be a waste. It would make you feel even shittier than you currently did. After stuffing a few more Zeniths into your bag, you clambered back atop Bakugo and let him take you home. That was enough adrenaline to last you a lifetime. You definitely wouldn’t be returning anytime soon… 

He made you stay with him that night again, curling around you as you rested on the ground and stared up at the inky sky. You spent some time pointing out some of the constellations you knew of to him, the cool air hardly noticeable from your position surrounded by the warmth he naturally radiated. You lost yourself in telling him stories that you scrounged up from the deepest depths of your brain, hoping that they would serve you well in distracting your mind from the darker path it wanted to veer towards. 

“—so when Vivithia gave her life to guide those crossing the border to safety, the Gods took the dust from her remains and scattered them across the sky,” you told Bakugo quietly, not daring to break the tranquility of the clearing, “forming the stars we see today. At least, according to legend. It is ultimately a tale of sacrifice—and love, if you think about how her lover was able to survive due to her actions.” 

Bakugo snorted out a puff of dark smoke that you watched dissipate towards the sky, spreading amongst the stars. “There are different versions of the story that I’ve heard, but they all end the same way.” You craned your head back so you could peer at him curiously. “I don’t suppose you have legends like that, do you?” 

He rumbled idly in a way that made you wonder if he was tired. The moonlight gleamed off his scales in a way that made them look opaque—pearly, almost. His eyes, half-lidded from where his head rested on his front legs, were like a pair of smoldering coal, ready to be put out for the night. You returned your gaze to the glistening sky. “Yeah, you probably can’t tell me anyw—” Something caught your eye. 

It was stark against the twinkling whites and deep navy of the night sky—a burnt golden speck that kept getting larger and larger. Bakugo made a noise and shifted when you didn’t say anything else, curious. You tilted your head and sat up, squinting at the speck until it got close enough that you could reach a hand out to touch it. 

“Oh!” you said in pleasant surprise when you felt something graze your fingers. You pulled your hand back closer to your face to inspect the little insect that sat on it. “A lightning bug!” 

The bug was a small thing that radiated light from underneath its fuzzy body. Two large eyes peered at you, its antenna twitching slightly as it crawled along the back of your fingers and hand. It kind of tickled. 

Bakugo huffed in a manner that caused you to look up towards him. It seemed like a small swarm had ventured into the clearing: there were more lightning bugs flying around his head—little specks that brought along some warmth to the coolness of the surrounding forest. Some of the bugs had settled atop his nose and were crawling up along it. You grinned; he didn’t look all too amused. 

“Careful,” you warned him when his lips parted to bare sharp teeth at the insects that scattered around him. “They’re called lightning bugs for a—” One of the bugs grew brighter and brighter until a small bolt fired from it, hitting Bakugo’s nose with a small zap! He jerked his head back—almost in offense—and puffed out a cloud of dark smoke. You bit your lip to keep yourself from laughing. “…reason.” 

You smiled and looked around at the dots of warm, honey-colored light that floated around the area. You lay back down on the ground with a sigh. “It’s nice being able to come out in the forest and encounter different kinds of magical fauna, you know?” Your eyes followed a lightning bug as it bumbled across your field of vision. “It’s different from the capital,” you murmured, then frowned, “though actually I… haven’t really seen many fairies around recently. They usually like to cause mischief. I wonder…” 

Bakugo snorted in response and you looked at him to see him resting his head back on the ground. He yawned widely—content with ignoring the lightning bugs for now. It was getting pretty late. You wrapped your blanket around your body and slid closer to his warmth. You spent a moment just watching the flickering golden lights before your vision was obscured by a large, ombré wing. Well, that was a sign as any. You decided not to dwell on things for now. 

“Yeah, time to sleep”—you yawned back at him and closed your eyes—“Good night, Bakugo.” 

A few weeks later, you were out in the village running your usual errands when you noticed something… strange. 

You would like to say that some of the tension at having Bakugo constantly circling around the village had dissipated by now. Or, at least, you didn’t see as many people nervously glancing up at the sky anymore. It seemed they had just needed to see that he wasn’t much of a threat and in fact didn’t really… do anything to anyone. You supposed time had a hand with easing nerves, but you were sure they were still present—just not as prevalent. 

That being said, it came as a surprise to you when you saw people murmuring to each other in little groups—looking around them as though afraid they might be overheard. You were curious as to what they were conversing about—but well, they weren’t really looking up at the sky so you supposed it wasn’t in relation to Bakugo. He had eased up his circling around the village by now—seeing that you were doing quite better. Your back only twinged when you did sharp motions and you were walking around with just a slight limp—barely noticeable, really, unless someone was looking for it. Though, you were sure Bakugo would be flying around you if he could—you saw him circling around Mount Kamino earlier, perhaps for a change in scenery.

You finally understood what the whispers were about when you passed by the Blacksmith’s shop. 

He was there talking to Aizawa—a tired man with a nasty case of dry eye whom you visited on occasion to supply with special eye drops. It was hard not to notice him, with how heavy-built he was. He loomed significantly over Aizawa, who exchanged curt words with him whilst bathed in his shadow. He looked prepared for a fight, decked out in thick clothing with just as thick silver armor covering every part of his body. A large sword—the blade wider than your head and thrice as long as your own arm—lay sheathed across his back. It made a shiver run down your spine. 

When you walked past them, you were able to see a bracelet strapped to the man’s right wrist. It was made of leather, and sitting atop it was a large jewel. Mellow tangerine in color and very… vibrant. There was something… odd about it. Something that made you feel like a hand had grabbed your insides and twisted them about. But you couldn’t exactly put your finger on it. 

A chanced glance up at the man’s face allowed you to see the pinched glare settled across his features—the scar that marred the left side of it. You averted your gaze before he could notice your staring and scurried down the stone path to a familiar pub. 

The moment you entered through the doors, Denki looked up from where he was cleaning the bartop and dropped the rag in his hands. 

“Did you hear the news!?” he instantly shouted at you, then quieted down significantly at the looks he got from some of his customers lounging around in the booths. 

“Hear it? More like I saw it,” you whispered as you slid onto a stool in front of the bar. You leaned in closer towards him. “What the hell is King Enji doing here?” 

“I have no idea,” Denki whispered back, his golden eyes peering widely into your own, “but Hanta told me he’s staying at his inn, so he’s definitely planning to be here for a bit.” 

“When did he get here, do you know?” You didn’t remember seeing him when you were in the village a few days ago. 

“Earlier today, I think.” He shrugged his shoulders. “That’s when I started hearing people talking about it, anyway. Is it true he looks like he’s about to go to war?” 

You nodded. “Yeah. I just saw him talking to Aizawa about something.” 

Denki snorted. “Aizawa’s not gonna tell him shit, he hates any and all royal families.” 

You let out a pfft. You didn’t blame him, honestly. From what you’ve seen of the royal family of the capital—King Enji’s, in fact—they were… not quite regarded in a good light. “Do we even know what he wants?” 

“No idea,” Denki replied worriedly. He picked back up the rag and started cleaning at a stain—perhaps for something to do with his hands. “But it can’t be anything good.” 

You hummed your agreement, then fell quiet as you ruminated. It was quite odd to see someone like King Enji this far from the capital. He didn’t seem like the type to make such a voyage recreationally; there had to be a reason. The way he was dressed only made that twisted feeling in your stomach more pronounced. You didn’t know how fast news spread across regions, but, well… You weren’t stupid. His appearance—his awfully weaponized appearance—said enough. 

You worried, more than you should—and you knew this worry was not unfounded. You glanced out of one of the windows of Denki’s pub and frowned at the hazy sight of Mount Kamino. Dread seemed to pool in your gut.

You left with a quick farewell to Denki and an excuse that you had more shopping to do. The trek back to your cottage was a bit of a long one, but it went by faster than usual as you hurried down stone paths and kept your eyes peeled for any more glimpses of King Enji. He had disappeared elsewhere—you didn’t know whether to feel relieved or anxious. 

You wondered if Bakugo would even be in his clearing, if he had even gotten back yet from his leisurely roaming, but you heard him even before you broke through the tree lining. He looked up as you walked towards him, your eyes automatically sweeping across his wounds to make sure they were fine (they were), then looked away to continue idly stretching out his back and wings. 

“Hey”—you cleared your throat—“I’m gonna preface this by saying I know you’re more than capable of handling yourself,” you started as you stopped in front of him. He tilted his head towards you with a chuff to let you know he was listening. You bit at your lower lip for a moment, then released it. “But I was in the village earlier and King Enji was there talking to peop—” 

His head snapped towards you so fast you wondered if he got whiplash. You cut yourself off abruptly at the snarl he released, your eyes widening as he reared his head back and exhaled a plume of dark smoke. You blinked at him in surprise and stepped back when his wings fanned out behind him, his spikes bristling angrily. “Whoa! What? Something wrong? You don’t like him?” You hadn’t seen him react this viciously to something in a… while. 

Bakugo hissed, his eyes shrinking into carmine slits. He gave his wings a few pointed flaps, then stomped his hind leg—the one that had a wound close to it. You stared at the tender scarring on his flank for a moment, your jaw dropping open. 

“Oh shit,” you whispered, “is that how you got those?” A rough growl was all the confirmation you needed. 

Your heart sank; there was only one reason why King Enji would be in Yuuei. It seemed like your worries had come to fruition. You rubbed at the bridge of your nose, suddenly tired. “He’s so power hungry that I’m somehow not surprised. He must’ve heard the news once you started flying around.” You had questions that could not be answered, but that was the least of your worries. Your main concern was what now? You took in a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself to deal with an irate dragon. 

“I don’t think,” you started slowly, “it would be a good idea for you to… be here, right now.” 

Bakugo didn’t seem to particularly like what you were saying. He looked taken aback for a split second—if you hadn’t been carefully watching him you wouldn’t have noticed—then bared his teeth at you in a snarl. He moved so that his head loomed over your significantly smaller form, slitted eyes daring you to say another word. You held your ground. “Look, I already said I know you can handle yourself, but I really think laying low or— or even going somewhere else might be the right thing to do here.” Bakugo snapped his jaw in disagreement. “Your injuries are mostly healed, but not fully, and I worry that anything… strenuous might tear them open again.” 

The growl he let out was nearly thunderous. He reared back on his hind legs, fanning out his wings to make himself appear larger. He gave them a singular, large flap—purposeful. Powerful. You raised an arm up to cover your face as it sent pieces of grass and dust swirling about in the air. He huffed out a plume of smoke that washed over your body and filled your nose with the smell of burnt caramel. When he landed back on his raised legs, you felt the impact shake through the ground. You frowned. 

“I know you’re strong,” you told him again gently, “but it’s okay to run sometimes, y’know? It’s not worth dealing with him—“ 

His snarl bordered on a tumultuous roar, his tail lashing out behind him with a fervor that made you only a bit uneasy. He was getting really angry—was what you were saying that unreasonable? Or was there something else at play here? You didn’t know, you didn’t know.

“What’s wrong?” you asked him again, worry tinting your voice. He made a deep rumbling sound from his chest, his body tensing. “Why are you acting—”

He didn’t even wait for you to finish your sentence. With two large motions of his wings he’d taken to the skies, the generated wind whipping your clothes and hair around like you’d been caught out in a deadly storm. 

“Bakugo!” you called out helplessly, your voice getting lost in the repetitive flapping of his wings as he flew further and further away—towards Mount Kamino. There was a moment where all you could hear was the rustling of the trees around you, the occasional chirp from the wildlife that frolicked within the leaves. Your shoulders slumped and you ran a weary hand down your face. 

There was something wrong and you had no idea what.

You made the slow trek back to your cottage, heavily contemplating Bakugo’s reactions and what they may mean. You didn’t have a single clue, unfortunately, and his clear anger left you in a funk. You couldn’t really concentrate on anything. You kept an eye on your windows and often went outside to look up at the blue sky for a hint of gold, but Bakugo kept to himself. You spotted him flying around Mount Kamino on occasion—disappearing beyond it at times—so you knew he hadn’t left, but it still bothered you. Surely he wasn’t pissed at you for showing concern, right? You couldn’t be entirely certain. Everything just seemed to spiral out of your control.

You didn’t see him for the rest of the day and your restlessness carried into the night as you lay by yourself on your little cottage bed. You supposed he just wanted time on his own, maybe to stew in his own frustrations and whatever the cause for them may be. You understood, you did, but still… 

Stupid dragon, you thought to yourself as you rolled over and buried yourself in your blankets. 

The following day, you went about your usual routine with as minimal distractions as possible. You kept an eye out for King Enji while you were walking around in Yuuei and spotted him talking to a few more villagers here and there. You were caught between feeling relieved and nervous, though you didn’t let yourself linger around him for more than a few moments. 

It wasn’t until evening was about to fall that you heard familiar flapping just outside your cottage before the ground shook nearly imperceptibly. Your heart seemed to jump up to your throat as you paused from cleaning up some dishes. Was he—? You looked over at your windows and wiped your hands on your clothes before you speed walked over to your front door to open it with surprising vigor. 

“Finally back, huh?” you murmured with a raised eyebrow, trying not to show exactly how relieved you were that he had specifically approached you first. Bakugo rumbled as he curled himself in front of your cottage, his head lowering slightly so he could look at you properly. You reached out to rest one of your hands against his nose and smoothed over the scales there with your thumb. “Calmed down?” Being on his own must have worked wonders if he was no longer as angry as he had been yesterday. 

He snorted out a light cloud of smoke into your face and gently nudged at you with his head—his own little way of apologizing. You exhaled through your nose. “You’re really a piece of work to deal with, you know that?” He snorted again as though to say I know, then drew his head away and gave you a steady look. You tilted your head in curiosity. “Something wrong?” 

There was a moment where all he did was stare at you—a prolonged gaze that made you feel like you could be sucked into the deep carmine of his eyes. It was strange; like you were being analyzed or assessed—stripped down to your very soul. Then, he made a click from his chest and lifted his head higher. Your gaze was drawn to the base of his neck—watching as it glowed angel-white in that familiar way when he had roasted the food you’d brought him. Except, it just kept growing brighter and brighter and brighter—to the point where you had to shield your eyes with your arm, a confused “what?” escaping your lips. And as quickly as it had started, it stopped. Your eyebrows were furrowed when you lowered your arm. Then they shot up in surprise. 

There, gripped in the claws of one of his front legs, was a gem. 

It was a deep, iridescent crimson that matched the color of his eyes—a glimmering pool of blood that radiated a heat like no other. There was something electrifying about it, something that made the soft hair on your arms stand up straight. It seemed to pulse with power; gleamed brightly even in the steadily darkening environment. The gem was about the size of your head, maybe smaller, but it was gripped easily in Bakugo’s claws like he was holding a ripe apple. You were dumbstruck staring at the gem—it was like you couldn’t pull your gaze away from it. Like it was sucking you into its core, demanding that all your attention stayed on it. You swallowed thickly. You understood, at that moment, why dragons were so powerful—why they were hunted. 

“That’s… You’re…” you trailed off as you stared—mesmerizingly—at his gem. You had to steel your resolve and tear your gaze away from it to look up at Bakugo. He nudged your arm with the claws holding onto his gem, purposely. You blinked, wide-eyed. “You’re… giving it to me?” Suddenly, your mouth felt like it was coated in cotton. Your heart seemed to still in your chest. 

He was waiting, patiently, for you to do something. Your movements felt stiff as you looked at the gem, then back at him. Once, twice. And you found the strength somewhere within you to reach out and grasp the gem in clammy hands. It was heavy—like a sack of flour—but you held on tight and brought it close to your chest. It seemed to hum in your palms; made you feel like you were standing next to a large bonfire. Confusion plagued your thoughts—sent them racing around your head. 

“But— but why…” You tore your gaze away from the gem once more to look back at Bakugo. He was watching you carefully, a gleam to his rounded eyes that you couldn’t quite make out. “Why are you…” It was then that you noticed he had shifted: his wings had moved to fan out behind him, his legs were tensed like he was a breath away from jumping into the air. Something seemed to click in place and you went still. “Wait— you’re leaving?” 

He rumbled a noise that only made your heart sink. This, you feared, would not be like the previous day where he’d simply needed time to himself. No, this was something more. Something that you worried would not leave him unscathed—that was perhaps inevitable. And maybe it was something in your expression, your stance, but he lowered himself back down until his head pressed against your front. You cradled the gem in one hand—near your heart—and used the other to hold his head closer. 

“You’ll be back, right?” you asked in a quiet voice. Bakugo nudged you gently with his head and puffed a cloud of smoke at the gem in your hand—a reassurance, a promise. You didn’t know why you were so… affected by everything. Why your chest ached like it was full of water. Deep down you always knew he would eventually have to leave—but you didn’t think it would be this soon. That King Enji’s presence would be the catalyst of it all. You loathed him for it like you loathed him for all the bastardly deeds he had no doubtfully done as king. You thought you had more time. 

And—not for the first time—you wondered why. Why was he doing this, why was it important that he did? Why, why, why. You didn’t have any answers and it didn’t seem like you would be getting them anytime soon—if not ever. It all just… seemed so much bigger than you. Like it had always been from the moment you’d encountered Bakugo in that dark, dark cave. He was a dragon and you were, well… you. 

But you knew what you had to do. 

You would protect Bakugo’s gem—keep it safe for him to avoid having it fall into the wrong hands during… whatever was about to happen. This, you could do with utmost certainty. 

You let out a shaky breath, then stood on the tips of your toes so you could press a kiss to Bakugo’s forehead. It was like kissing a stone smoothed down from the elements, a warm mug filled with hot tea. It was the last thing you could give him, for now. You don’t think he had expected it, for he made the smallest of sounds, then seemed to press further into your touch. 

“Stay safe, okay?” you whispered to him once you’d pulled away. He leaned back so you could stare into his eyes. “I never got to fully finish healing you, after all. You should be fine but, well, I don’t wanna have to patch you up again.” You kept your voice light to let him know you were teasing him. 

Bakugo snorted and with one final, long look at you, he spread his ombré wings and took off. You watched, squinting against the wind he generated, as he rose into the sky in the direction of Yuuei. He disappeared beyond your line of sight once he passed over the trees—but you still heard the loud roar he let out. Felt it reverberate in your bones; a declaration of war. You gripped onto the gem more tightly than before and stood there watching the darkening sky as it transitioned from burnt mandarin to royal purple. It was a moment before Bakugo passed back overhead—a dark shadow against the twinkling whites of the galaxy—this time in the direction of Mount Kamino. 

You closed your eyes and let out a sigh that only the stars could hear. Then you turned around and headed back inside your little cottage, closing the front door behind you with a small click. 

part four

Doodle, mostly bonnie

Sorry for not drawing more finished stuff, artblock is killing me but i still want to draw them more tho😭

LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOO

Fallen Angel Part 10

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Pairings: Izuku Midoriya x Takami!Reader, Hawks x Sister!Reader

Warnings: Some fluff (thank god), angst, U.A TRAITOR ARC SPOILERS, talks of murder, injuries, references to mass injuries (stab wounds, gunshots, broken bones), anxiety attacks, PTSD/Nightmares, later chapters will have more triggering content. TW: ALLUDES TO SEXUAL ASSUALT, MEMORIES OF TORTURE, assault on a minor (dream)

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First Name: Y/n 

Last Name: Takami; L/n (Formerly)

Age: 16 

Quirk: Quirkless (Currently); Angel Wings (Formerly) (With wings that resemble an angel, she can use them to fly and fight, she can fly up to 200 mph the fastest she has ever gone is about 300 when racing Hawks. She can also use her wings as a shield against attack by slightly hardening the feathers, but if enough damage can fail on her. Unlike Hawks she can’t remove her feathers to fight so has incorporated a staff in her fight style; melee combat) 

Hero Name: Halo (Formerly) 

Villain Name: Nemesis (Undecided) 

Affiliation: Student at U.A. (Formerly); Hero-in-Training (Under Commission) (Formerly); Devil’s Advocate (Formerly) 

Family: Brother: Keigo Takami aka Hawks, Father: Shinyo Takami, Mother: Unknown

BY CLICKING KEEP READING YOU UNDERSTAND THE TRIGGERING CONTENT THAT MIGHT BE AHEAD

Pressing further against the walls as you hear the loud footsteps coming down the hallway and the eerie voice calling out, “Songbird~ Come on just a moment with you.” 

Pulling the chains around your wrist that seemed to weigh tons as you try to break yourself free. Whatever god looking after you has the chains falling off your wrist and you try to run to the door leading to your freedom when arms wrap around your waist. You’re thrown onto the ground your hands getting scratched upon impact. Pinned to the ground you thrash around screams filling the room as his hands restrain your arms above your head. 

“Come on Songbird this will be real fun between both of us.” With one hand holding your wrist the other begins its crawl down your body getting lower. “You’re my Songbird~” His face is manic the fiery blue eyes above you are piercing as his torments continue his insane laughter filling the room. You shoot up in bed screams ripping from your throat as you thrash in your bed. Hands grab your wrist and you panic thinking it’s still Dabi you scream more trying to kick him off you. 

“Y/n! Calm down it’s just a nightmare!” The feminine voice clears the confusion you’re in when awake. The shadow above was definitely not Dabi and was Mina who is looking down at you concerned. Pushing yourself up and pressing further against the head of the bed you look at her fearfully. Looking behind her you see Uraraka’s back to the door as she is speaking to people back there trying to stop them from getting inside. 

“Mina got it! Just give her a minute!” She cries out. 

“Y/n!” Mina’s voice has you snapping back to her face still concerned by what just happened. You could have sworn he was here, it felt so real, the metal chains around your wrist, his hands on your body when he… Tears spill quickly from your eyes as you cry into your hands. 

“It was so real. He was here, I couldn’t stop him I wanted to stop him. I can’t be free from him. He’s going to kill me.” Mina’s arms wrap around your body as you cry into her chest. 

“It’s okay I’m here, you’re safe.” She soothes you as your tears stain her shirt. As your tears slow down the pounding headache quickly forms from all that crying. 

Mina pulls away and you quickly grab her wrist, “Don’t leave please.” 

She pauses and nods, “I’m just going to talk to Ochaco okay.” She says slowly and you slightly nod you didn’t want to be alone, she carefully gets up from your bed and heads to the door quickly talking to Uraraka who is still holding people back. 

After the talk quickly she closes the door and returns with you sitting next to you as you rub the rest of your tears from your eyes, “I’m sorry for freaking out like that.” You apologize if they didn’t hate you now, they all sure did. 

“You don’t have to apologize it wasn’t your fault, you went through a lot you’re going to have nightmares.” She says holding your hand, squeezing it. Why did all this need to happen to you? Why did Dabi have to become a villain? Maybe if your father didn’t abandon you this wouldn’t be your life. Maybe if you never became a hero this wouldn’t be your life. 

“I wish I wasn’t a hero.” You mumble and you hear Mina gasp. 

“Never say that Y/n you become a hero is a good thing.” she tries to debate your statement. 

“If I never became a hero, I never would have been noticed by Dabi. All those people he killed would be alive. I wouldn’t have lost my quirk. I wouldn’t have become a villain, I wouldn’t have been kidnapped, I would just be normal. A simple nobody.” You say looking out the window to the balcony. You would just be a normal girl with her quirk. 

“Yeah and you never would have met your friends, you never would have found your brother or your father, you wouldn’t have saved so many people as a hero. You wouldn’t know me.” She squeezes your hand and you smile slightly. “You becoming a hero was the best decision of your life, you have some many things that happened. Yes, what happened to you was horrible but, you can grow from it. Get stronger and you can defeat your monster, we can help you.” 

A knock on the door pulls the two from your conversation. “It’s open!” Mina calls out and the door opens who you thought was supposed to be Uraraka was instead Midoriya. “Midoriya I thought I asked Ochacho to get her water.” She says and he rubs the back of his neck holding a glass of water. 

“Yeah I asked her if I could take it from her, I know I shouldn’t have but I want to make sure Takami was okay.” You couldn’t help but have that warm feeling in your chest hearing what he said. He wanted to check on you. Mina gives you a look asking if it was okay and you nod. He walks further in placing the glass on the nightstand next to your bed and kneeling in front of you. 

“Are you okay?” His voice is just a whisper as he stares at you like fine china that could break at any moment. 

“I’m alright.” You mumble and his smile fills the empty hole in your heart. “That’s good..you going to be okay?” His hand slides into your own squeezing it. The lift airy feeling covers you as both you and Midoriya stare at each other small smiles on both of your faces neither aware of the other person in the room blatantly seeing what was going on between the two of you. 

He clears his throat standing back up, “I should be going, I’ll see you in the morning.” He says and you nod a smile still on your face. He squeezes your hand one last time before stepping back, bumping into the desk behind him making you chuckle slightly. He smiles hearing you laugh again, he walks to the door still keeping his eyes locked on yours. Giving one last wave he leaves your room closing it behind himself. The warm feeling has your heart beating faster and you feel lightheaded but it didn’t seem like dehydration. 

“What was that?” Mina asks a shocked look on her face having to watch the whole interaction, how Midoriya was able to calm you down so quickly and even make you laugh. 

“What was what?” You ask giving her a look, she laughs grabs the glass, and hands it to you. 

“What do you mean what was that whole moment between you and Midoriya? You guys completely blocked out everything and were focused on each other.” Your face gets flushed and you grab the glass drinking from it and turning away from her. 

“There was no moment between us he was just checking on me.” 

Mina choked out a gasp, “You liar I had front row seats, you both had googly eyes for each other, he literally was like ‘Are you okay?’ and you were like ‘Yes~’. Like what?!” She does an impression on both of you and you laugh at her horrible version of yourself. 

“I was not like that!” You gasp pointing a finger at her and she laughs even harder. 

“Uh yes, you were totally into each other. Oh my god, do you like Midoriya?!” She squeals and you grow silent taking in what she said. Did you like him? He was your friend, of course, one of your closest ones, he was nice, considerate, hardworking, and compassionate, what wasn’t there to like about him, but something was holding you back from saying that out loud. Would he want you if you admitted it, after everything you’ve done, what has happened to you would he want you? You were broken and dangerous why would you taint all that is good in Midoriya? But he doesn’t seem like the person to shy away from people’s problems that were something that you liked about him. Never afraid of people’s flaws. 

“If you don’t feel comfortable saying anything I understand,” Mina says with your sudden silence. 

“Would it be wrong to like him..as more than a friend?” You look at Mina holding the glass between two hands looking down at the bracelet around your wrist another memory of Midoriya. Mina smiles fondly though feeling slight pity for you, this was the first real interaction you probably ever had with someone who clearly shows feelings but you have no idea what they meant. 

“Oh of course not Y/n. Tell me everything about him?” The rest of the time with Mina until you both fell asleep was spent talking about Midoriya and why every time around him your heart would beat faster or this airy feeling would happen when he would look at you and Mina would smile at your rambling or poke some fun making your face red. 

Following that night your time with 1-A got stronger taking some time rebuilding the bridges you burned when leaving. Some easily understand your reason for leaving others need more time but soon understood. The one person you haven’t had a full conversation with was Todoroki, it was the mental barrier that just because he was his brother didn’t make him like him but you kept your distance and he seemed to understand the reasoning.

It was the mid-afternoon after a week away from his sister he was more than happy to return though he had much to tell her. 

“Do we need to let them know as soon as we get back?” Hawks sighs rubbing his face as he scrolls through the tablet in front of him as Jeanist drives back to U.A. Endeavor flying above them. 

“The information we figured out requires them to know and they decided whether to involve her or not.” Endeavor's voice comes through the speaker in the car. 

“Your father is still quite adamant with his request if we want to get further with finding the League.” Best Jeanist says as they can see the barrier approaches them. 

Hawks sighs upset about what was going to occur but at least happy he could have a moment with his sibling, “I just don’t want her getting hurt.” 

The three top heroes follow after Aizawa as he leads them to the dorms, “I don’t believe this is a good idea.” Hawks sighs thankful one person agrees with him. 

“We have no choice Eraser, this is the only lead we have for the League.” Endeavor says. Arriving at the backyard of the dorms multiple things are going on everyone working on their quirks. Hawks gaze across the field trying to find her when he hears her anyway. 

“You did great Midoriya!” You cheer heading over to him and Bakugo as they finished their match. You held out a bottle of water for him when Bakugo snatches it from your hand, “Hey!” He flips you off chugging it. 

“It’s alright Takami there’s more in the cooler.” You pout slightly, you’ve been trying to work on getting closer to Midoriya by listening to the advice Mina has given since your confession and somehow it always goes wrong. 

“Yeah, I guess so..” 

Midoriya smiles seeing the pout on your face, “Come on how about you train with me? It will be fine.” 

You shook your head, “I’ve already told you Midoriya I can’t train, remember it’s on the list of things I can’t do by Nezu.” With your agreement of staying in U.A. and then later rejoining Class 1-A, you were restricted to things such as leaving the dorms unsupervised, leaving the barrier at all, training, or anything that involves combat. So while your classmates worked out, you help with filling up drinks or moral support. You weren’t complaining you spent most of your childhood training under the commission so given the choice you were alright. 

Midoriya frowns grabbing your hands and swinging them around making you laugh, “Come on one quick tussle no one is going to tell.” 

“Why did I think letting you be around Problem Child was a good idea.” You both jump hearing your teacher’s voice Midoriya jumped the highest accidentally activating Float as it was directed at him. 

Looking behind your teacher your smile grows bigger seeing your brother, “Keigo!” You cry out rushing over to him wrapping your arms around him and he returns the hug as well lifting you slightly. 

“Miss you chickadee.” You snort at his stupid nickname pulling back, your day just getting better. 

“I didn’t know you were coming back today did everything go well?” You ask and the grin on his face slightly fades, “Is something wrong?” You frown seeing the look on your brother’s face. 

“We gain news regarding the League but there’s a problem.” Endeavor says and you look over the top hero as some of your classmates come over wanting to hear the news. “The location of All for One is speculated to have conversed with an associate of theirs but the location of that person is only known by one person.” Endeavor looks at you making you slightly nervous, “Your father.” You’re motionless, you haven’t seen him since you left. 

“What about my father?” You say your voice even though it lacked emotion. 

Hawks gives Endeavor a look that he didn’t want to keep going but the hero continued, “We’ve tried getting him to reveal the location but has refused to talk to anyone, but the person he calls his champion.” That bastard. 

“Who’s his champion?” Kirishima asks and you look down at your feet. 

“I was his champion.” Looking over at your brother he looks pained by what you were being asked to do. “The deadbeat now wants to converse.” You scoff glaring down at your shoes. 

“You don’t have to do this Y/n,” Keigo says but you shook your head. 

“I’ll do it. If this is a step closer to winning this war I’ll do it.” 

Endeavor nods and looks over at Aizawa, “She should talk with him within a day or so.” Both he and Jeanist turn to leave while Keigo stays for a second seeing the conflict in your eyes but turns still having to join his fellow heroes. You’re still looking at your shoes your hand in fist your fingers digging into your palms. 

“Takami? You’re alright.” You sigh and look up at your friends who were looking at you concerned, you had to go talk to your father who made you into the person named Nemesis. 

You nod trying to keep as calm as possible, “Yeah I’m fine, I’ll be alright I just need a minute.” You say quickly turning and walking off back to the dorms and heading to the bathrooms to get a moment to breathe. Turning on the sink you splash some water onto your face letting the water continue to run as you look in the mirror. Being back your face has gained color your eyes are brighter. The scars on your face faded looking like faint lines and the dye you put in when you first left faded and your natural roots were coming through. You should just ask Mina to help you remove the dye for you. You were another person when you were around him. You weren’t Y/n Takami, definitely not Halo, you were just Nemesis. The villain, the ghost, the name that made heroes cringe, and the villain fearful, his damn champion. God, you can still picture his stupid face, just sitting at his desk, as he made you kill an innocent man, watching as you killed his second-in-command. All with that stupid gloat on his face, knowing that the entire time every drop of blood filling your ledger was his child following his every step. 

Your fist slams against the glass right as the door to the bathroom opens, “Y/n we just wanted to check on you, are you okay?” Uraraka is speaking while walking but cries out seeing your fist slam against the mirror shattering the glass. “Y/n!” She rushes over to you pulling you away from the broken glass and holding your wrist your hand is bleeding with pieces of glass in your knuckles. 

The door opens again and Iida comes rushing in, “I hear a scream is everything alright-Y/n your hand needs to be treated immediately!” He says frantically leading you and Uraraka out of the bathroom after grabbing a hand towel and putting it under your hand to stop blood from getting everywhere. 

“I’m fine it’s alright.” You say but they don’t listen to you bringing you into the kitchen and Uraraka grabs the first aid kid underneath the sink as Iida makes you sit down holding your arm down. 

Kirishima and Kaminari both come after overhearing commotion from the bathroom to the kitchen, “Everything alright we hear screaming?” Kirishima starts. 

“SHE’S BLEEDING!” Kaminari screams and that seems to trigger your entire class to rush over to see you sitting down the towel under your hand now has a large red spot as you continue bleeding while Kirishima tries calming you down though you just look annoyed and Kaminari who is passed out on the ground. 

“Oh, my goodness are you alright!” “Someone get Mr. Aizawa!” “Don’t panic Y/n you’re going to be alright.” “Momo quickly make something!” “Right” The frantic cries from your classmates make your head ring. 

“GOD QUIET!” You yell out and they all freeze in place looking at you. You push yourself out of your seat not letting Iida coax you to sit back down. You grab the first aid kit from Uraraka and pull out the small bottle of rubbing alcohol pouring it onto your hand. Hissing from the slight burning sensation you grab the tweezers, 

“Wait let’s get Recovery Girl to-” Iida starts but the look you give him shuts him up. Pulling the shards of glass from your hand you wince slightly from the pain but feel a familiar sensation as the wounds close up leaving just blood. Dropping the tweezers and the last piece of glass you run your hand under the water cleaning your blood before lifting your hand and showing it to your classmates. 

“See I’m fine.” You shrug all of their eyes are widened jaws on the floor. Your hand was completely fine not a single scratch on it. 

Kaminari coming to again feels dizzy seeing your hand back to normal, “She heals?” and then passes out again. 

“But I-i the glass and then you- your hand just… I’m sorry what?” Iida is still looking back from your hand to the bloody towel next to him. 

“It’s a long story.” You say trying to make your way back to your room when a hand grabs your shoulder stopping you. 

“You just cut yourself bloody, healed, and act like nothing. No, you’re telling us everything.” Bakugo growls out pushing you to the couches as your classmates follow quickly after wanting to hear the story as well. Pushing you to sit everyone follows looking at you waiting for you to start. You give a look at Bakugo who just glares back and you sigh looking up, you just wanted to go back to your dorm and wallow in your anger. 

“The commission created a chemical called ‘Formula 2-XE’. It mutates with cells causing increased stamina, speed, strength, durability, and heightens the user quirk though useless now that I’m quirkless which is a longer story summed up All For One took it. Until recently it also has a regeneration factor which apparently only started working in near-death scenarios which I’m not talking about. The commission gave doses to all proteges increasing the dose with the final strongest one given to me before they stopped the project. They make sure none of the proteges could access this by creating an implant that stops it from working saying they removed it once they were deemed ready, fun fact no one was deemed ready. So after figuring it out I removed the implant and now I’m what I am now.” You explain and from one of the couches a hand slowly lifts up, “Yes Kaminari?“ 

He still looks pale from passing out twice, “How much can it heal if it healed your hand.” You nod running your finger over the undamaged knuckles that were just cut with glass. 

“Major wounds, stab wounds, bullet wounds...broken bones, blood loss..damaged organs, malnutrition, and…being exploded.” Listing them you slowly realize how much your body was damaged and the drugs running through you pieced you back together every time. Looking at your hand it has some little scars on your fingers and the other hand with scars from your burns. “Can’t handle fire though cells die too fast..convenient huh.” They’re silent listening to your gift and burden. The way you were easily able to list each injury because it happened to you. 

Standing up quickly you stuff your hands in your pockets, “So now you know happy now.” You give a look at Bakugo who is silent not even looking at you. You sigh leaving the room and heading to your dorm just wanting to be left alone after that whole ordeal. You skipped out on dinner staying locked in your room not wanting to see their faces of pity, why did you need to talk about your problems? You can just bottle up everything inside and just die with it well if you die. Stupid commission. You don’t remember falling asleep only closing your eyes and reopening them and it was the morning. 

Pushing yourself up you enter your small bathroom splashing water on your face waking you up and fixing your hair. Changing your clothes to a new pair of pants and a sweater thanks to Momo and the other girls giving clothes they didn’t want anymore and Momo making more custom stuff for you. Opening your door you almost step on the small plate of food left outside your room. Picking it up it was just a simple sandwich but a note was attached to it.

“I hope it didn’t seem like we were pressuring you to talk. I wish you came to dinner :( -Midoriya”

You couldn’t help the grin that quickly grows on your face while holding the small note. The unique handwriting of Midoriya and the sad face while it was supposed to show he was upset you couldn’t help but find it adorable. 

Entering the elevator you slowly eat your sandwich your eyes glued onto the note rubbing your thumb along it a tingling sensation in your stomach. God, were you getting sick? You walk out of the elevator just as someone tried walking in, you both bumped into each other their hands coming to your waist to steady you while you stared at them in surprise. His green eyes widened both of you were silent, as you stared at each other. You were inches away from each other that you could see the little details of his freckles. 

“Hi..” His voice comes out to just a whisper taking in the surprised look on your face and the few rogue strands of hair. 

“Hey..” You say and he smiles slightly looking down at the plate between the two of them. 

“Did you like the sandwich?”

You nod silently and he nods as well. You two were silent just breaths away from each other. You feel one hand pull away from your waist his hand reaching up and pushing the few strands away from your face. You feel your breath hitch at the feeling as you two just stare at each other.

“What are you two doing?” A voice says and the two of you jump away from each other before looking at the person. Mina has a cheesy smirk on her face as both of your faces were hot with embarrassment.

“I’m-i’m just gonna go!” Midoriya squeaks out before quickly entering the elevator that opens and spamming the button to close the door. With Midoriya gone Mina turns to look at you who is still frozen,

“Just friends huh~” Mina teases and you snap out of it pushing past her and hiding your flushed face from her.

“Shut it.”

It didn’t take long into the day for both Endeavor and Keigo to arrive the atmosphere quickly growing tense with what they would have to deal with. You were brought to a new prison a replacement for Tartarus after it was destroyed. Standing before it Keigo turns to look at your tense body language and places his hand on your shoulder.

“You got this kid.” He says and you nod at your brother before the large gates open and you are brought inside. This would be an interesting family reunion.

Entering through the doors the chemical smell instantly hits your nose as you trail after the top two heroes. You keep your eyes forward knowing multiple additional eyes were drawn onto you. It was rowdy as you pass other prisoners as they shout stuff at Endeavor and Keigo. As the ruckus continues you until someone shouts out a word that has you all freezing in place. 

“NEMESIS!” You turn to see a prisoner glaring at you through their cell. His fist is pressed against the glass as he scowls at you. “You bitch! You killed my brother.” He hisses out and looking at him you couldn’t remember if you met this man before. 

A hand grabs your shoulder, “Come on we have to go.” Keigo says starting to lead you away as the other prisoners get more rowdy knowing that you were Nemesis. Vile words were thrown your way, calling you a murderer, villain, and killer. 

“Come on Nemesis. You need heroes to protect you now!” “Give me a few minutes you’ll be my fucking bitch.” “Whore!” “You’re one of us bitch!” The door opens leaving the hallway and as you go to enter it you hear the man’s voice again. 

“Tadashi Kase is my brother!” The door shuts close and the voices are muffled. You feel disgusting their vile words stabbing your heart every time. And that man, he was Kase’s brother and you didn’t even recognize him. The sound of the bullet ripping through his skull still rings through your head. 

“Are you good Y/n?” Keigo asks his hand on your shoulder concern on his face. He wanted to go back there and beat up every villain that said those things to you but knew he couldn’t. You nod clearing your face of emotion. 

“Yeah let’s get this over with.” The two heroes look at each other not knowing if they want to go through with this but they can’t turn back now. You’re brought into a final room with a single door at the end of it. In the room, there are multiple guards all equipped with guns and another man who seemed to be the leader. 

“Endeavor, Hawks thank you for bringing in Takami.” He nods to the two heroes before looking over at you his gaze hardening. “Ms. Takami while your charges are still being determined anything you do here will affect your crimes.” 

You nod, what were you going to do? Help break your father out of prison. You weren’t that stupid. “You will be by yourself in there with him. Try to figure out information on the location of the League, you will be monitored and if anything goes wrong, you’ll be pulled out,” Keigo explains to you and you nod running your hands down your legs to get rid of the sweat. 

“I’ll be alright Keigo.” You reassure him and he pauses for a second before they head off into a room. 

“Just go through those doors.” The leader says swiping a card and the doors open and you walk through. They quickly close behind you locking making you look back and that’s when you hear him. 

“Well if it isn’t my champion…” You turn to see separating the two of you being glass is him. He’s strapped to a chair his wings restrained. Along the wall on the left of you is a mirror in both your room and his; a one-way window. They could see you but you couldn’t see them. He cocks his head to the seat in front of you. You slowly walk over and sit, the pane of glass keeping the two of you separate. 

“Where is the League of Villains?” You say your face even and he laughs, just full-on laughs at you. “This isn’t a joke Takami.” You say and he grins. 

“Now I know I wasn’t there but you were taught manners, my dear. Good afternoon father, how are you? Please tell me the location of the League. Tsk tsk. I’m truly disappointed.” He mocks you and you can feel your anger boil. 

“You lost my respect the day you left me. Now tell me where is the League.” 

He smirks, “How should I know I’ve been locked up since you left not like I can have much contact. Tell me did you make up with your brother before you murdered my men or after.” 

Your fist slam against the table built into the wall and it cracks slightly. “People will die because of your damn ego!” You yell pointing at him and he laughs, 

“There’s the girl I know! That fire, that passion, you are truly my greatest achievement.” You stand up turn away and head towards the door. 

“This was a waste of time.” 

“Did you think just because you locked me up that the Devil’s Advocate would crumble?” You pause in your step still your back to him. “My empire stretches so far across the country you wouldn’t be able to see it if it was right in your face.” Looking back to see for once in this conversation he is serious. “I could have taken over this damn country in a night and none of you would have been the wiser.” You step back to the glass but still keep your distance remaining silent. “You think I wouldn’t know about the League, you’re stupid to think I didn’t. I know every single thing in this country, the Commission, Hero Society, the government, the U.A. traitor. You think I don’t know how to take down that barrier surrounding U.A.?” Your heart stills and you look at your father the true madness and insanity that made him who he is shining through. “What darling, you thought it wasn’t that hard to figure out. You’re just as stupid as your brother.” 

“Don’t you dare speak about Keigo!” You spit out glaring at him and he laughs a manic grin on his face. 

“You think you’re high and mighty because you’re not the one in this chair. This is the same person who murdered innocent people I’m looking at right?” He mocks you and you feel anger take over. 

“And who was the one to tell me to pull the trigger, you left me no choice.” You say and his jaw drops before a laugh builds from deep in his chest. 

“Left you no choice! Sure I told you and you kill those people but what about the others, those in the fight club, those villains you sought out when you weren’t killing for me, my men equally put their lives on the line, Tadashi Kase what do you have to say to that? He looked after you like you were his own and how do you thank him? A bullet through the head. Yes, Y/n I left you no other choice. You killed all the people without mercy for some vendetta, you lack morals and restraint and I took that and shaped you into someone unstoppable. You think you can fix this by helping the heroes but remember what runs through your blood. You’re a villain, a killer no matter how many lives you try to save. The blood on your hands is much thicker and harder to wash off.” He shouts at you and you feel every word pierce you, he wasn’t wrong but why did it hurt so bad hearing it from someone else? 

Your vision blurred up and you swipe away the unfallen tears. “Tears…you really are pathetic. You want help finding the League fine. Murai Akira, an associate of mine runs the Mustafa district you want information about the League’s location you get it from him.” You stand up to leave you got what you needed and you didn’t want to be in this room any longer. “You can’t escape your past…if you want to get what you seek you’ll have to become someone that others will not accept. You hear me! You can’t run from it! Y/N TAKAMI! MY CHAMPION!” 

The door opens closing behind you leaving him to his screams. Arms quickly wrap around you pressing you into their chest as they whisper apologies but you are silent. 

“I’m sorry…I never should have pulled you into this.” You push away looking at Keigo’s face and Endeavor’s both of them ashamed of themselves. Having to sit in on all that with your father revealed the more fucked up life you were living. 

“It’s fine.” You mumble seeing the guards and the same man returns his face hard but behind his eyes, you could see pity. “You got what you wanted.” 

Keigo looks like he’s about to cry when a ping goes off Endeavor pulls out his phone looking at it before looking at the two of you, “They found the U.A. traitor.”

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