Satoru Gojo, [y/n] [y/l/n], and Suguru Geto met as first years at Jujutsu High. An instant bond formed, growing into an inseparable team by their second year. The three excel as top Jujutsu sorcerers, tackling missions together.
Satoru boasts superhuman strength, Suguru strategic brilliance, and [y/n] possesses a unique and mysterious technique that Satoru doesn’t fully grasp.
Despite Satoru’s arrogance, [y/n] sees his complexity. Beneath his facade as the strongest sorcerer lies a man deeply in love with her. Despite his casual and playful attitude, Satoru becomes inexplicably jealous and allows no one near her except Suguru, the one other person he trusts unconditionally.
He loves her so intensely, but keeps his feelings hidden, viewing love weakness he refuses to acknowledge. He would never confess his feelings for her, yet he struggles to contain his possessive jealousy.
On a warm spring day, the three of them sat comfortably under a tree off Jujutsu High campus. They always spent their free time together; they're inseparable.
Satoru lets out a sigh. “We haven’t had a mission in weeks, this is so boring!”
“The cursed spirits are just tired of you, Satoru,” Suguru counters, his usual calm tone ever so present.
[y/n] laughs at Suguru’s remark, adding in her own. “Not just the cursed spirits.”
Suguru and [y/n] break out into uncontrollable laughter, holding their stomachs. Satoru looks at his two best friends, annoyed, and retorts, “Oh, be quiet. At least people fear me, unlike you jokers.” He makes an L shape with his fingers on his forehead, sticking his tongue out. He tries to suppress his laughter but soon fails, joining the two and laughing heartily.
Out of breath, [y/n] gasps for air and says, “After all this laughing, I need a snack.” She rubs her tummy. “How about I run to the convenience store and grab us something?”
Satoru’s piercing blue eyes widen with excitement as he grins broadly and shouts, “Hell yeah!”
Suguru simply smiles gently at her. “I’d just like something cold to drink. Can you get that for me?”
“Already on it!” [y/n] salutes with a soft smile and heads off to the convenience store, leaving Satoru and Suguru by themselves under the tree. Satoru watches [y/n] walk away.
Suguru places a hand on his friend’s shoulder and sighs. “Are you ever going to tell her?” He asks. Satoru looks at him, confused and concerned.
“What do you mean?” Satoru asks, choosing to play dumb.
“Come on, it’s a wonder she hasn’t brought it up yet. You lose it whenever you see her with someone else. And when she’s not looking, you stare at her like you’re obsessed.”
“Yeah, okay, I admit it. I like her and I hate it when she’s around other guys. But I can’t tell her that,” Satoru says, almost with a sad expression.
Suguru nudges him. “I think if you told her how you feel things might just get better for you.”
“No!” Satoru bursts. “Love and showing feelings are nothing but weaknesses. In the end, I’d only put her in danger. It’s better this way.” His face tenses up.
Suguru looks at him sadly, but with a smile and says, “In the end, you have to decide how to deal with it. I’m here for you if you need me, Satoru.”
[y/n] comes skipping up the hill, having returned from the convenience store and immediately notices the tension in the air. “Woah,” she says as she sits down, digging into the bag and beginning to divvy out the snacks she had just purchased. “What’s with all the tension?”
Satoru quickly masks his expression, his trademark cocky grin sliding back onto his face as he snatches one of the snacks out of [y/n]’s hand. “What tension?” He questions, raising his hand higher when she goes to grab the snack back from him. “There’s no tension. Suguru was just being his usual boring self. Philosophizing about feelings and all that emotional garbage. Blah blah blah.” He does a thumb down gesture with his opposite hand before unwrapping the sweet treat with exaggerated enthusiasm, popping it into his mouth. “You know how he gets sometimes.”
Suguru accepts the cold beverage [y/n] holds out for him with a knowing smile, his dark eyes flicking between her and Satoru. “I was simply reminding our dear friend here, that even the strongest sorcerers need to acknowledge certain … truths about themselves.” He pops open the drink, taking a sip, clearly enjoying Satoru’s discomfort. “But don’t worry about it, [y/n]. Satoru’s just being difficult. As always.”
Satoru shoots Suguru a warning glare before turning back to their female friend, his bright eyes hidden behind his sunglasses, but she could still sense his gaze lingering on her. “Anyway, forget about that.” He waves his hand in the air, dismissing Suguru. “Did you get my favorites? The ones from that brand I like?” He leans slightly closer to peek into the bag, his shoulder brushing against hers in what seems like a casual movement, though there’s nothing casual about the way his body tenses at the contact.
“Yeah!” She exclaims excitedly, reaching into the bag and pulling out Satoru’s snacks. “I got you your favorite flavor, too!” She proudly holds the box of Kikufuku Mochi, specifically the zunda and cream-filled flavor.
Satoru’s entire face lights up like a child on Christmas morning, his signature grin turning into a full blown smile as he practically snatches the sweets from her grasp. “Yes! You actually remembered the exact flavor!” He tears open the package with surprising gentleness despite his excitement, immediately popping one into his mouth with a satisfied grin. “See, Suguru? This is why [y/n] is clearly the best member of our trio! She actually pays attention to the important things.” He says, his mouth full of mochi.
“By ‘important things,’ you mean your sugar addiction?” Suguru chuckles softly, shaking his head at his friend’s dramatic display. “Though, I have to admit, [y/n] does have the most impressive memory out of us three.”
Satoru settles back against the tree, munching on another mochi as he angles his body slightly toward [y/n], his long legs stretched out in front of him. “But seriously,” he swallows, “how do you remember all these little details? I mean, I’m not complaining or anything but I’m just curious.” There’s something almost vulnerable in the way he asks, hidden beneath layers of his usual confidence.
[y/n] simply shrugs, munching on her strawberry mochi. “I remember the little things. Especially with the ones I care about deeply. Like you and Suguru.” She swallows the remaining mochi, reaching for another one as she leans her back against the tree as well.
Satoru freezes mid-reach for another mochi, hand hovering in the air as her words hang between them. Behind his sunglasses, his eyes widen slightly before he quickly recovers, clearing his throat and forcing out a laugh that sounds a touch too casual. “Well of course you care about me deeply. I am the strongest sorcerer, after all. It would be weird if you didn’t.” Despite his bravado, there’s a faint tinge of pink creeping up his neck that he desperately hopes she doesn’t notice.
[y/n] rolls her eyes at Satoru’s comment, munching down on another mochi.
Suguru watches this exchange with barely concealed amusement, taking another deliberate swig of his drink to hide his knowing smile. “You know, [y/n],” he decides to twist the knife a little, “you’re probably the only one who can get away with being so close to Satoru without him activating his Infinity. It’s quite remarkable, actually.” He shoots Satoru a sideways glance that clearly says, ‘I’m enjoying watching you squirm.’
Satoru shifts uncomfortably, suddenly finding the box his mochi came in incredibly fascinating as he fidgets with the corners. “That’s because y/n and you are the only ones worth keeping around. Everyone else is just … annoying.” He tries to sound dismissive, but there’s softness in his tone when he says her name. “Besides, someone's gotta make sure you two don’t kill yourselves on missions. Can’t have the strongest sorcerer’s team falling apart, ammirite?” He finally looks back at her, and even through the circle-shaped sunglasses that sat on the bridge of his nose, she can feel the intensity of his gaze lingering on her face.
“Aweeeee!” [y/n] exclaims, exaggerating and holding out the word. “I’m worth keeping around?” She places her—now empty—box of strawberry mochi on the ground. “And here I thought I was just a third wheel between two forbidden lovers.” She laughs, a genuine laugh from the stomach.
Satoru chokes on his mochi, nearly spitting it out as his face flushes a bright red. “WHAT?!” He exclaims. “Forbidden lovers?!” He whips his head toward Suguru with an expression of true horror mixed with indignation. “Suguru, tell her that’s not– we’re not– That’s disgusting, [y/n]!” Despite his protests, there’s an almost relieved quality to his panic, as if grateful the accusation isn’t pointing in another direction.
“Forbidden yaoi: SatoSugu.” [y/n] mimics the Spongebob ‘imagination’ meme as she adds on to her joke. “Oh c’mon! That’s funny!”
Suguru bursts into laughter, nearly spilling his drink on the ground as he doubles over. “Oh, [y/n], that’s priceless! Look at his face!” He wipes tears from his eyes, clearly enjoying Satoru’s discomfort far too much. “No, no, I assure you, Satoru and I are just friends. Brothers in arms, if you will. Nothing more.”
“I was just messing with you two,” [y/n] giggles into her hand.
“Though I think someone here might wish you saw them as more than just a friend … just not me.” Suguru grins mischievously.
“Suguru, I swear to God–” Satoru cuts himself off, taking a deep breath and forcing himself to relax, though his jaw remains tight. “You’re not a third wheel, [y/n]. You’re … you’re a part of this team. An essential part.” His voice drops lower, barely above a whisper and almost vulnerable. “The most important part, actually.” The words slip out before he can process what he’s saying, and he instantly looks away, internally cursing himself for letting it slip.
[y/n]’s head tilts to the side as she takes in Satoru’s expression, studying his body language. She’s known for a while he has jealousy issues when it comes to her. So he has to have some sort of non-friend feelings toward her, right? “Satoru…” She almost asks him about it, but decides against it. “Never mind.” She shakes her head, ridding it of the thoughts.
Satoru’s head snaps back toward her at the sound of his name on her lips, said so softly, his body going rigid with tension. For a moment, everything seems to hang in the air–the unspoken question that she wouldn’t let slip off her tongue, the careful dance they’ve been doing around each other. “Wait– what were you going to say?” His voice comes out sharper than intended, almost sounding desperate. He tries his best to mask it with his usual confidence. “You can’t just say my name like that and then drop it, [y/n]. That’s not fair.” He pulls off his sunglasses, revealing his beautiful, piercing blue eyes that seem to look straight through her. Something raw and unguarded shows in his expression, only for a moment before he recovers it. “If you’ve got something to say, just say it. We don’t keep secrets, right?” Despite his words, a hint of fear shows in his eyes, as if he’s terrified of what she might actually ask.
Suguru clears his throat, setting down his drink as he senses a shift in the atmosphere. He glances between his two friends before slowly rising from his spot against the tree. “You know what? I just remembered I have to check on something in the library. Some research for our next assignment.” He makes up an excuse, and his knowing smile makes it clear he’s giving them space. “Take your time here. I’ll catch up with you two later.” He says before walking away, leaving them alone under the tree, the tension between them almost palpable.
Satoru’s fingers fidget with his sunglasses, spinning them nervously—a rare show of uncertainty from someone usually so assured. “So?” He prompts quietly. “What were you going to say?”
“How am I the most important asset to the team when you, Satoru Gojo, are the strongest?” She questions. Not the question she wanted to ask earlier, but one that came to mind while thinking over everything he has said in this moment.
His breath catches in his throat, his eyes widening as if she’s struck him with her cursed technique, that he never really understood. He sets his sunglasses down beside him, running a hand through his white hair in out of character nervousness. “Strength … isn’t … everything.” The admission seems to physically pain him, contradicting everything he stands for. “I might be the strongest sorcerer, but that doesn’t mean–” he sighs, “that doesn’t mean I’m a strong man.”
“Satoru…” she gasps his name, thrown off by his words.
He turns to face her fully, his expression serious, vulnerable. The cocky, egotistical mask has completely fallen, revealing something raw underneath. “You balance me out, [y/n]. When I’m with you, I’m not just the strongest—I’m … myself.” His hands fist his uniform in his lap. “Suguru is my best friend, my brother. But you…” He stops himself, jaw tightening as he fights against what he wants to say. “You make this whole jujutsu sorcerer thing bearable. Worth it, even.”
He looks away, cheeks ever so slightly flushed as he wars with himself internally.
Love is weakness. He reminds himself, but sitting here with her and feeling his heart palpate behind his ribcage just from her proximity, he’s starting to question if he’s already lost that battle.
She reaches out to caress his face, but gives in to hesitation and pulls back. His eyes follow her hand as it reaches out to him, then retreats; something inside him breaks. His usual control slipping away as he impulsively grabs her wrist. “Don’t.” He says, voice coming out rough, pleading. “Don’t pull away from me.” His touch is surprisingly gentle for someone so powerful. His long fingers wrap around her small, dainty wrist with trembling restraint. “[y/n], I–” He stops, his throat dry as he swallows hard.
The great Satoru Gojo, who has never feared any cursed enemy thrown his way, is absolutely terrified right now.
He pulls her hand back toward his face slowly—giving her every chance to resist, to pull her hand back—until her palm hovers just inches from his cheek, heart hammering so hard he’s positive she can hear it. “I told myself I’d never do this. That caring about someone so deeply would only make me weak, would put you in danger.” His voice drops barely above a whisper. “But maybe–” he pauses. “Maybe I was wrong.”
[y/n]’s hand closes the distance, resting on his cheek. “Oh, Satoru.” She sighs, gently rubbing her thumb along his cheekbone.
His eyes flutter closed for a moment at her touch, his breath audibly hitching as her thumb traces along his cheekbone.
When he reopens his eyes, those damn piercing blue eyes, they’re swimming with emotions he’s kept in since the second week of knowing her, that he’s kept locked away. The longing, fear, desire and something deeper he never dared to name, all transparent in the way he looks at her.
“Don’t say my name like that.” His voice comes out strained, almost pained. “Not unless you mean it in the way I… the way I want you to mean it.” His hand comes up to cover hers against his cheek, pressing it more firmly into his skin as if he’s afraid she’ll disappear if he doesn’t hold on tight enough. “I’ve watched you smile at other guys and wanted to tear them apart. I’ve memorized every single thing about you. Like how you take her coffee, the way you laugh differently depending on how funny you find it, that little crease you get behind her eyebrows when you’re concentrating.” The words tumble out, like a dam breaking. His free hand reached up and pressed against the spot between her brows, as if smoothing out that crease. “And I hate it. I hate that you have this much power over me.”
He leans into her touch, his usual arrogance completely stripped away. “I’m supposed to be the strongest. I’m not supposed to need anyone. But God, [y/n], I need you.” His thumb traces small circles on her wrist where he’s still holding her. “Please, tell me I’m not imagining this. Tell me you’re actually here, caressing my cheek, blushing because you feel even a fraction of what I feel for you; of what I’ve been hiding these past three years.”
She stays silent, the emotions she’s feeling overwhelming her. All she can think about is answering his question with a kiss. Her eyes dart down to his lips, then back up to his eyes. All she does is nod, not able to find the proper or exact words to describe how she feels.
His breath stops completely as he follows her gaze to his lips, pupils dilating. The hand covering her own hand trembling. “You can’t just nod, [y/n]. I need to hear you say it.” Despite his words, he’s already leaning in closer, like gravity itself is pulling him closer. “Because once I cross this line, once I admit what you mean to me … there’s no going back. I won’t be able to pretend anymore.” His hand releases her wrist, only to cup her face with infinite gentleness, his thumb brushing across her bottom lip in a feather-light touch that sends electricity through the air between them. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to do this? How many missions where I had to watch you fight and my first instinct is to protect you?” His forehead comes to rest against hers, white hair framing both of their faces. “You’re my weakness, [y/n]. And I’ve finally realized that maybe … maybe that’s not such a bad thing.” The distance between their lips is barely an inch now, his breath warm against her skin. Every muscle in his body is taut with restraint, waiting for consent, for confirmation that this isn’t his imagination running wild. “Say something. Anything. Please.” The word ‘please’ rarely fall off Satoru Gojo’s lips, that it carries the weight of three years of hidden feelings and yearning.
The words that left her mouth felt so natural, so necessary, like they’ve always been fated to be spoken. “I love you, Satoru Gojo.” Her eyes tear over as she admits her feelings.
Satoru’s entire world seems to stop at the five words that slip off her tongue. His eyes widen in shock, becoming glassy as he processes what she’s just confessed. When he sees her tears, something inside him completely shatters—all his carefully constructed walls, all his insistence that love is weakness, everything. “You… love me?” His voice cracks, barely above a whisper, as if speaking any louder might break the spell. “All this time I– I thought I was alone in this. I thought I would go crazy!”
Before he can second-guess himself, before that voice in his head can stop him, his lips crash against hers with three years of pent-up longing,
The kiss is desperate and tender all at once—his hand sliding into her hair while the other cups her jaw, tilting her head to kiss her at a better angle, deepening the connection.
He kisses her like she’s oxygen and he’s been drowning, like every moment he held back was torture.
When he finally pulls back, just barely, his forehead still pressed against hers. There are tears streaming down his cheeks—something no one has managed to achieve. “I love you, [y/n].” The words come out choked, raw, honest. “God, y/n, I love you so much it terrifies me. I’ve loved you since our first year, and every day since has been hell trying to pretend I didn’t.” He peppered soft kisses across her cheeks, kissing away her tears. “From now on, everyone’s going to know you’re mine. No more hiding, no more pretending these feelings don’t exist.” A small, genuine smile finally breaks through his tears.
“I like the sound of that.” She giggles.
“Three years. We wasted three whole years being idiots.” He pulls back just enough to look at her, one hand coming up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.
ONE event can change the course of many things; like the birth of a child and the death of another one. In more ways than one, both life and death can make a huge indent on one's identity. Satoru Gojo knew this all too well.
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Here’s the prologue!!
word count: 577
cw: major character death
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THE Night Parade of a Hundred Demons. Suguru Geto released six thousand cursed spirits within Kyoto and Tokyo to declare war with the sorcerers. But this was only a distraction from his true goal: attack Jujutsu High student Yuta Okkotsu and seize the cursed spirit Rika Orimoto.
Geto fought Yuta and his allies: Toge Inumaki, Maki Zen'in, Panda, and Shiori Gojo. During which, Shiori stepped in front of Yuta to protect him from a blow thrown by Geto, resulting in her being thrown across the campus.
Shiori's injury marked the changing point in the fight—throwing Geto off his game and enraging Yuta; who proceeded to defeat Geto with the joint power of Rika.
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WHEN Satoru Gojo arrived on the scene, Suguru was crawling in an alley where Shiori was lying lifeless, making his way to her.
"No," Satoru is heard from outside the alleyway, staring at the two. "Shiori?" His voice was soft, tears filling his blindfold covered eyes. He slowly takes off said blindfold, dropping it and stumbling his way to his little sister's body. "Shiroi, wake up!" He screams, falling down on his knees next to her. He pulls her body into his chest, sobbing. "Shiori! Wake up damnit! Don't leave me!"
He refused to believe it, despite his Six Eyes telling him she was dead; no way in hell would he accept the fact his kid sister—his sixteen-year-old sister—had just been killed. "Shiroi," he cries, pushing a stray hair out of her face. The hairpin she always used falls from her hair, Satoru picking it up slowly as he lays Shiori back down and giving Suguru his attention now.
"I'm sorry, Satoru. I never meant for her to get hurt." Says a dying Suguru Geto, struggling to get words out, much less breathe.
"Yeah, well look how that panned out," says Satoru, looking down at the cherry blossom hairpin in the palm of his right hand. He wipes his tears away with the sleeves of his shirt, continuing his conversation with his dying best friend.
"Return this for me, would you?" Suguru slides over Okkotsu's student ID. "Once again, I'm sorry about Shiroi..." the words they shared after that are ones never to be repeated.
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LATER that night Satoru stood over Shiori's body in the morgue, his usual bright eyes now a dark shade of blue; ridden of all semblance of happiness. "I'll give you a moment." Says Ieiri Shoko, stepping out of the room.
"Shiori..." Satoru mumbles, his hand reaching out to caress her cheek. He flinches away at the feel of her skin. Ice cold. Her white hair is no longer up in its usual bun since the hairpin that held it up is now in Satoru's pocket.
The sheet was pulled up to her shoulders, her wounded and broken body shielded from his sight. "I'm so sorry, 'lil sis." He whispers, rubbing her cheek with his thumb. "I wasn't there to protect you," his voice breaks, tears falling down his face. "I should've been there to protect you!" He turns around, punching a hole in the wall as his frustration and grief get the best of him.
Satoru Gojo being born changed the course of the world—changed the course of history. Shiroi Gojo dying changed the course of Satoru Gojo's world; the course of history for him. Not only did he lose his best friend twice, but now his sister... he'll never be the same.
author’s note: Well hello there!! Colie here! I’m really enjoying writing these song fics! I was recently introduced to this song by The Cab and was like, oh this is totally fic worthy. I was on the fence about which character to make it about, Izuku or Katsuki, but decided on Katsuki since I write about him better than other characters. I have used gender neutral terms this time! My first time writing with these terms so please bear with me!! I have linked the song below to listen to when reading!!
cw: major swearing • a tiny nsfw scene with the hint at female body parts • angst • no happy ending • maybe ooc katsuki(?) • aged up
word count: 1.6k
character count: 7.2k
I come over, quarter past two
Love in my eyes, blinded by you
The time was 2:15 in the morning, Katsuki had just finished his late night patrol. He decided, instead of headed home to his bed, he’d stop by their house.
[Y/f/n]. The person who has been invading his every waking thought. He can’t seem to get them off his mind. Wake or sleep.
He let himself into their small apartment with the key they had made specially for him; the design of the key his hero costume.
[Y/n] was in the kitchen, fixing themself a little snack.
Katsuki just stood there on the opposite side of the bar separating the kitchen from the living room, staring at the back of their head; his eyes full of what could only be described as love. He’s blinded by them.
Just to get a taste of heaven
I’m on my knees
[Y/n] sits on the counter, Katsuki between their legs; on his knees as he eats them out.
“Fuck, you taste like heaven.”
I can’t help it, I’m addicted
But I can’t stand the pain inflicted
He swears he’s addicted to their taste like a drug addict to their poison of choice.
“That … was amazing,” they say as they hop off the counter, nudging Katsuki out of the way and continuing to make their snack.
Ouch. Even though they’ve agreed this is purely physical—no strings attached—he’s always hurt when [Y/n] dismisses him afterward. Inflicting pain on not only his ego, but his feelings too.
In the morning, you’re not holding
On to me
Katsuki hates waking up alone. Granted, he’s only woken up to [y/n] by his side a handful of times, but he can’t help but feel empty when he wakes up to nothing but a note on their bedside table.
Tell me, what’s the point of doing this every night?
What you’re giving me is nothing but a heartless lullaby.
“What’re you still doing here?” They question as they enter their apartment to the Hero sitting on their couch, manspreading and watching TV.
“I have the day off and was wondering if you wanted to go to lunch or some shit.” He says, shrugging his shoulders and acting nonchalant despite the fact his heart is palpitating in a way that is concerning to his health.
“Katsuki, we’ve talked about this: no strings attached. Which means nothing outside of sex. Especially any sort of date.” [Y/n] states bluntly whilst placing their car keys in the bowel by the door, taking off their work shoes and sliding on their pink slippers as if this is no big deal. Which, to be fair, it’s not a big deal to them. But to the Pro Hero sitting on their couch…
“What’s the point?” Katsuki sighs with frustration.
“Huh?” [Y/n] looks at Katsuki with knitted brows, stopping their journey back to their bedroom.
“What’s the point in doing this every night?” He finally asks aloud. “Tell me, [Y/n].”
Gonna kill me dreams, oh
This is the last time
They look at the ash blonde, completely perplexed by the question that just came out of his mouth. “What?”
“This is the last time we’ll have this conversation, just tell me why we have to stick to the no strings rule.”
“I-” [y/n] stands there, no clue as to what to respond with. They can’t deny that they’ve begun to catch feelings, but they’d never say that to Katsuki’s face; despite him hinting at the fact he’s caught feelings as well.
Baby, make up your mind.
“Make up your mind, [y/n]. Because I can’t keep doing this.” Katsuki stands up from his spot on the couch, completely serious.
“Katsuki, I-” they still couldn’t find the words to say.
“Fine.” He passes them, sliding on his shoes and walking out the door.
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We were on fire, now we’re frozen
There’s no desire, nothing spoken.
“What happened with [y/n]?” Eijiro questions, sitting down next to Katsuki on his couch.
“I cut them off.” Katsuki states plainly.
“What?! I thought you liked them?” Eijiro asks, completely shocked at what his best friend had just said.
“That’s the problem. I fell for them while they felt nothing.” Katsuki huffs, grabbing the TV remote and leaning back into the couch.
“I swear they felt the same, Bakubro. You two are like a twin flame. You balance each other out.” Says Eijiro, snatching the TV remote from his friend's hand.
“Yeah, well that flame is now frozen. We don’t even talk now, not a word spoken to the other.”
You’re just playing
I keep waiting for your heart
“Why’s Kacchan sulking?” Kaminari remarks, slumping down in the chair adjacent to the couch.
“He cut it off with [y/n],” Kirishima says from the kitchen, grabbing himself a serving of the dinner Katsuki just finished cooking.
“You did what?!” Kaminari looks over at the ash blond in shock.
“They just kept playing with my heart. I couldn’t take it anymore.” Katsuki explains himself, despite not actually needing to. “I kept waiting for them to feel the same, but it’s never going to happen.” He huffs for the umteenth time that night, violently grabbing his beer from the side table and taking a swig.
I am fiending for the sunshine
To show our love in a good light
His dreams since cutting off [y/n] consisted of him and [y/n] together, as partners instead of one-night lovers. The dreams felt so real that he’d wake up nearly in tears at the disappointment of it being only a dream. “Fuck,” he exasaprates, running his right hand across his face in distress.
Give me a reason,
I am pleading to the stars
The thought of never seeing them again haunted Katsuki on the daily. He needed to find a reason to text them, to talk to them. The reason didn’t matter to him; he just needed one.
I’m your one and only, only when you’re lonely
Baby, why you calling me?
The ringing of his phone cut through the silence of the night. He was resting atop a building while on patrol.
Groaning, he pulls his phone out its secure spot in his work belt, his brows knitting together in utter confusion at the name on the screen. “Why the fuck are you calling me?” He answers with the rough question.
”Katsuki!” They exclaim through the phone. “I miss you!” The words slurred as they fell off their tongue.
”[Y/n], are you drunk?” He asks, his tone harsh.
“And a bit high,” their voice goes to a higher pitch as they say the word ‘bit’.
“Where are you? Are you safe?” His tone of voice changes at the sound of many voices coming from the other end of the phone.
“I’m at home, silly!”
“Then what’s all the voices I hear in the back? And loud music?”
“OH! It’s my TV! I’ve never been high before, Kats. I don’t know if I like this feeling.” The nickname gave him goosebumps, he loved it when they called him ‘Kats’ or ‘Suki’. “I’m lonely, Kats. Why don’t you come over?”
”I’m on patrol, [y/n] I can’t just come over at your every beck and call.” He sternly says.
“But I’m lonely!” They whine, desperate.
Not another one night,
Tryna be your whole life
“[Y/n],” —Katsuki sighs, running his hand down his face— “you only call me when you’re lonely. I’m sick of the one-nights.”
“Maybe it doesn’t have to be one night this time. Stay over until the next night.” They slur.
“No, [y/n].” He stands his ground. “I wanna be more than a one-night.” He says, truly frustrated.
He’s sick and tired of just fucking then leaving. He wants to be their whole life, like they are his.
I don’t wanna fall asleep
Sometimes, after sex—when [y/n] falls asleep next to him—he forcibly stays awake; not wanting the night to end. He watches them as they sleep, the most peaceful moment with them. Their lips slightly parted as tiny snores escaped.
Cos I can’t keep sleeping in your bed
If you keep messing with my head
“NO!” He screams at them. He had given in, left patrol early and watched over a high and drunk [y/n], declining every advance they made; not wanting to take advantage of their susceptible state.
“Katsuki-”
“No, [y/l/n]!” Their face falls as he uses their family name instead of given name. “I can’t keep doing this! You’re messing with my head! I can’t get in your bed again! And you won’t be in mine!”
Before I slip under your sheets
Could you give me something please
“Katsuki, I’m sorry. I-”
“Before I get into your sheets again, I need you to tell me you love me too. Give me an answer. Give me something. Please!”
I can’t keep touching you like this
If it’s just temporary bliss
“You… you love me?” [Y/n] looks at him, dumbfounded.
“For fucks sake, [y/l/n]. YES.” He exasperates. “I’ve loved you since month two of this entire fling!”
“Katsuki, I’m sorry. If I knew that, I wouldn’t have-”
“I can’t keep touching you the way I do. It’s just temporary bliss to you. You don’t give a flying rat's ass about my feelings, do you?” His voice is raised, full of pure and unadulterated frustration.
“It’s not that I don’t want you in my life, Kats. I can’t afford to have you in my life.”
I can’t keep feeling love like this
If it’s just temporary bliss
“It’s not worth the pain; the temporary bliss. I’m done. If you can’t and don’t reciprocate my feelings, this can’t continue.” He declares, finally have had enough.
Author's Note: OK, so ya girl recently went through a Dad Rock playlist on Spotify 'cos I was in a nostalgic mood and missing my dad. I added all the ones I recognized the title to my main playlist. While making dinner the night I started writing this, the song this is titled after came on and I got to thinking while listening to the lyrics for the first time--y'know, since I was a literal child the last time I heard this song--and was like: "Damn, this would make a good Bakugo short fic." So BOOM! Here it is. Enjoy! :)
Last Kiss song fic
CW: major swearing, angst, a lot of regret and self reflection, self doubt, idk about anything else...
A strangled smile fell from your face
It kills me that I hurt you this way
“What do you mean you need to focus on your hero work?!” She exasperated at him. “I understand it, trust me I do. We both became Heroes for a reason. But what I don't understand is why we have to break up!”
“Because I can't be number one if I'm distracted!” He replies harshly, his tone and words causing her to freeze.
“So... I'm just a distraction?” She questions softly, hurt by his words. "All those nights off we spent stargazing in my backyard... meant nothing to you?"
“[Y/n], that's not-”
The worst part is that I didn't even know
Now, there's a million reasons for you to go
“Save it, Bakugo.” She cuts him off and puts her hand in the air. His face falls as she calls him by his family name instead of his first. “I stuck by your side through everything! I never once left! Not through the controversies! Not through you trying to push me away on multiple occasions! I slept by your bedside every single time you got even a little bit injured in a fight!” Tears fill her eyes as she prepares herself to say her next sentence. “I had so many reasons I could've left you for. But I never did... because I love you. But you clearly don't feel the same. So I'll go.” She turned around to leave.
He didn't stop her, he couldn't. But he'll do everything he can to get her back now that he knows.
But if you can find
A reason to stay
~~~~
She said: “If we’re gonna make this work:
you’ve gotta let me inside even though it hurts.”
“No, Bakugo,” she says through the phone, sternly. “If we’re going to make this work. You have to let me inside, even though it hurts.”
“[Y/n]-”
“No,” she cuts him off, “We’ve known each other since we were fifteen. That’s ten years, Katsuki.”
“I can do math,” he rolls his eyes, as if she can see him.
“Don’t hide the broken parts that I need to see.” she says, sounding a little heartbroken that he hasn’t really opened up to her within the ten years they’ve known each other. One of which they’ve been together.
“You don’t get it. It’s complicated.”
She said: “Like it or not, that’s the way it’s gotta be.”
“You’ve gotta love yourself if you can ever love me.”
“Like it or not, Katsuki. That’s the way it’s gotta be.” She scolds. “I get that it’s complicated. Feelings are complicated. But you’ve gotta love yourself if you can ever love me.”
~~~~
Remember the time I told you the way that I felt?
That I’d be lost without you, and never find myself
“[Y/n], I love you. I love you so much it hurts.” Katsuki says softly. “I’d be lost without you, y’know.”
“Katsuki, I already told you-” he cuts her off.
“Lemme finish. Since I drove you away, I’ve done a lot of thinking; but it’s been so difficult without you. I’m lost, and can’t find myself.”
Let’s hold on to each other above everything else
And start over. Start all over
“Let’s start over, baby. Start all over.” He takes her tiny hands in his clammy, bigger ones. “I’ll hold onto you; above everything else.” He practically pleads. “I love you.”
“I’ll do whatever it takes to turn this around.” He says, tears prickling his vision.
“I know what’s at stake. I know that I let you down.” Stating this fact seemed easy for him, which made her realize how sincere he was being.
“But if you give me a chance; believe that I can change,” I falls to his knees in front of her, his eyes filled to the brim with desperate tears.
“I’ll keep us together.”
She kneels down to his level, kissing him. “Whatever it takes?”
It’s comical, really; the way Katsuki’s personality softens around her as if he never bullied Izuku (his now best friend) for most of their younger years.
What’s even funnier, is the fact that she’s Quirk-less. The very reason he bullied Izuku. Not that he needed a reason, he was just a shitty child.
But hey, character development exists for a reason.
*
The first time Katsuki Bakugo laid eyes on her was a routine patrol.
She was walking home from her job at the time—a hair stylist at a local boutique—when a drunk passerby approached her; asking her to go home with him.
“No, thank you.” she politely declined the man’s proposition.
“C’mon sweet - heart,” —the man was hiccuping between words— “I can show you a -hiccup- a good time.”
She kept walking, but faster now. “No.”
She was solid on her answer. “C’mon,” the man grabbed her arm, only for a small explosion to throw the man back.
“She said no, you lowlife. Don’t you have better things to do than prey on innocent women walking home from work?” Says the man at fault for the explosion.
Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.
Or, well, Dynamight for short.
Eventually ‘Kats’ and ‘Suki’ to her and only her.
The second the man turned around and wobbled away, the Hero turned around to face her, his voice instantly softening. “You all right ma’am?” His gloved hands place themselves on the side of her arms, his eyes scanning her for any injuries.
He felt obliged to make sure she was OK. More so than other civilians who just piss him off at their lack of common sense when walking home at night.
Like, why would a woman walk alone at night in this town? Are they stupid??
But he didn’t think that with her.
With her, he felt the need to protect like it was second nature. Scratch that, first nature.
“Y-yeah.” She stuttered; the sight of her Hero crush in front of her making her nervous. Not to mention he was touching her. “Thank you, Dynamight.”
He simply nodded before turning around and walking away. Why? Don’t ask. He doesn’t know. He wishes he stayed longer to talk to her.
**
The second time he saw her was at a Hero convention his management team forced him to attended a couple months later.
She was with a group of fellow Hero fanatic friends. Who were all cosplaying their favorite Heroes.
Her, on the other hand, was simply wearing a crop top with her favorite Heroes costume design on the front.
His hero costume design.
She wore black cargo pants with one orange stripe down each side, and black combat boots. Green bangle bracelets on both wrists to imitate his gauntlets.
She paid attention to detail too, and that didn’t go unnoticed.
She had a tiny braid over her shoulder, the Edgeshot symbol at the end.
She even wore a black mask, except she was using it as a headband instead of a mask.
The rest of the group consisted of two Deku’s (one of which was pre war), one Hawks, two Shoto’s (one pre war), one Lemillion, and the rest were Mirko’s.
She was the only Dynamight within a fifty foot radius.
He didn’t realize he was staring until Kirishima, whose booth was next to his, said something. “Bakubro, you’re staring.”
“Shut the fuck up. No I’m not.” He was quick to deny the accusation, in his usual rough tone.
His demeanor changed to a softer one the second she approached his booth. “Hi, Dynamight. I’m so sorry-” she says softly, sliding a piece of paper on the table. “I lost a bet and have to do this.” She informed.
His brows knit together in confusion, looking down at the piece of paper she had slid to him.
It had a series of numbers… her cell phone number.
When she looked back up, her face was nearly as red as the shade of hair dye named after his friend.
“Can I have a name to go with the number?” He spoke before thinking.
“Oh!” Her beautiful eyes widened in shock. “My- my name is [y/n].” She stutters.
Katsuki grabbed his phone from his pocket and unlocked it, tapping into his contact app and adding her to his contact list.
“You’re in.” He said simply, as if it was no big deal.
“OK,” she smiles, anxiously.
“I’ll see you later, [y/n].” He nodded at her.
She swears up and down, even to this very day, that he winked at her. But he denies in consistently.
***
The third time he saw [y/n], he wasn’t in his Hero costume. He was in his usual black wife beater. Showing off his muscles. He had grown a lot since high school. Especially since he was competing with Izuku again and wanted to climb the charts from Number Fifteen.
But that’s not the point here.
He decided on picking her up from your studio apartment and take her back to his place. He didn’t feel comfortable taking her out publicly. He didn’t want to expose her to the media right away.
The knock on her door was uncharacteristically soft, but hard enough for her to hear it.
“Coming!” Her voice called through the door, the pitter padder of feet on hardwood sounding from the other side. The door opens to reveal [y/n], as beautiful as ever. “I’m not quite ready yet, but make yourself at home.” She says after answering the door, walking away and heading back to her room.
“Well OK then,” he mumbles to himself, crossing the threshold of her apartment and closing the door behind him.
He takes in the small apartment. It was very nicely organized and decorated.
All the kitchen appliances are a light shade of purple—possibly lilac. The couch is set up against the brick accent wall, a few pillows set neatly on it. A black blanket hung on the back of the couch and upon closer inspection, Katsuki notices his signature orange ‘X’ embroidered into the center.
“Don’t mind the mess, my friend Asuna crashed on the couch last night. She’s not the best house guest.” [Y/n] calls from the bathroom.
“What mess?” Katsuki questions as he makes himself comfortable on the couch.
“Well if you don’t notice it, I won’t point it out.” She re-enters the scene, her hair held up in her hands as she puts it into a ponytail; chuckling lightly as she wraps the lilac scrunchie around her hair, pulling out her perfectly done curtain bangs.
“I take it, lilac is your favorite color?” Katsuki questions, leaning back against her couch and manspreading with his arms crossed.
[Y/n] hesitates to answer, her eyes fixated on his biceps. “Yeah,” she answers, her voice in a higher octave. She forces a cough to cover it up. “My favorite flower, too.” She smiles.
A beautiful sight, really.
“You ready?” Katsuki asks kindly.
“Yeah! Let me go grab my phone off the charger and I’m good to go!” She exclaims, jumping—literally jumping—up from her position before skipping back to the bedroom to grab her phone.
Katsuki smiled to himself as he stood up from his seated position on her, very comfortable, couch.
“Let’s go!” She happily exclaimed as she came out of her bedroom.
Yup. He fell in love with her right then and there. No doubt about it.
cw: swearing, kind of ooc Bakugo, early pregnancy talk and the word miscarriage
Stressful. That’s the only word to describe the feeling [Y/n] is feeling at this very moment.
She’s pregnant. The number four Hero is pregnant. At the beginning of her Pro career. She’s pregnant. With the number two Hero’s baby. With her brother’s best friend’s baby.
Maybe it’s meant to be, said Tsu.
Maybe it is.
After all, [Y/n] Midoriya and Katsuki Bakugo were no strangers to contraceptives when it came to the devils tango.
With [Y/n] on birth control and Katsuki using a condom every time without failure, they did everything in their fucking power to avoid this very situation. Pregnancy.
So maybe it is meant to be.
It’s too soon in the pregnancy to even tell if the baby will make it to term, though. Hell, it doesn’t even have a heartbeat yet considering the tests said 2-3 weeks along. So she shouldn’t get too stressed out—or too excited—because the pregnancy isn’t even a real pregnancy yet. She’s still at a high risk for miscarriage.
At least, that’s how she chooses to look at it.
“What are you doing here?” She jumps at Katsuki’s voice as he enters the apartment. “I thought you had plans with Mina?”
“No. I … canceled.” She responds, her brain in autopilot mode and responding for her.
“You good?” He questions, taking off his boots and slipping on his All Might slippers before walking into the apartment completely.
“Can we talk about something?” She looks up from her fiddling fingers. “Like, serious. Something serious.” She avoids eye contact, looking anywhere but his face.
“Of course we can, dumbass.” He scoffs, as a joke mostly; not wanting to seem too worried. Making his way over to the spot next to her on the couch, he questions: “What’s so serious that you look constipated?”
“How do you feel about kids?” The question startled him. They’ve never had this conversation. Nothing of the sorts whatsoever.
“They’re brats.” He answers simply, avoiding the actual question she was implying.
“No, Katsuki,” the use of his full first name and not ‘Kats’ made realization hit him. This really is a serious conversation. His texts with Izuku come to mind.
“Are you… pregnant?” He asks her softly; out of character of him to others, but not when it comes to [Y/n].
Tears fill her eyes and all she can do is nod, the words not translating from her brain to her lips.
“Kats, I don’t know what to do.” She cries. “I just hit number four in the rankings for the second year in a row. You’re number two. A baby could ruin our careers. If not both then just mine!” She stands up from her spot on the couch, beginning to pace around the awfully large living room. “I mean, nine months without Hero work will make my numbers fall drastically! I’d lose my ranking as number four!” Her hands fly to her hair as tears flow freely.
“I don’t know what to do, Kats. Tell me what I should do.” She stops and looks at him desperately.
“[Y/n], baby.” He stands up, approaching her slowly and pulling her shaking body into his chest. “You know I can’t do that.”
“Why not?” She cries into his shirt. “It’s your baby too.”
“But it’s your body. Your career. Your choice.” He says softly into her hair.
That only made her cry harder, a mixture of happy tears and stressed the fuck out tears.
“Do you want to be a mom?” He asks her, his chin resting on the crown of her head and his fingers running through her hair.
“Do you want to be a dad?” She answers his question with a question of her own.
“Only if it’s with you.”
She pulls away, her hands resting on his chest, and nods. “Then yes.”
He wipes away her tears with his thumbs, holding her face in his hands. “Then I say you go through with it. But it’s your choice, [Y/n].”
“I wanna keep her.” She nods.
“Are you assuming our unborn child’s gender?” He gasps, taking her hands in his and removing them from his chest.
“Y’know what? Yes I am. I can feel it. She’s a girl. But I’ll love her no matter what she feels she is.” She nods confidently.
“As will I.” He agrees with his girlfriend, placing his lips on hers and pulling her closer.
“No hanky panky, sir. I am with child.” She pushes him away.
Waking up from my nap, I make my way into the living room to see Aizawa watching the news; his usual stoic face showing shock. “What villain is attacking now?” I question, flopping down beside him.
My eyes immediately widen and I’m on the edge of my seat. “Bakugo?!” I exclaim as I see what’s on the screen; Bakugo, wrapped up in some goo-like villain’s grasp.
The Heroes on the scene can’t do much, considering Bakugo’s Quirk is causing so much damage to the surrounding area and their Quirks aren’t suited for the villain.
I watch the scene on the edge of my seat. Despite how much I hate Bakugo, I don’t think he deserves to die.
Suddenly Izuku is running toward the villain. “Izuku, you idiot!” I scream at the TV.
He throws his backpack at the glob, distracting him enough to give Bakugo some air. He digs at the glob of a man, saying something to Bakugo with tears in his eyes.
I watch, desperately hoping, praying to whatever God is out there, that they both make it out of this alive.
Izuku is my best friend, I can’t lose him.
Bakugo is- well- Bakugo—but he’s only fourteen and has plenty of time for character development in his life.
Izuku is all I have besides Aizawa.
Despite my parents being awful people, they’re still my parents and I do miss the good moments.
Like when my mom took me to the mall for the first time and got my ears pierced. Granted that was money from stolen goods, but that money was meant for bills and she used it on me instead.
I know my parents love me, and I love them even though they used me for me Quirk for four years. They still made sure I was fed and had a roof over my head.
I forward my attention back to the television, All Might stands there with Izuku and Bakugo in his one hand punching the villain with a Detroit Smash with the other.
His punch causing a whirl of wind in the air, eventually causing it to rain.
Izuku and Bakugo lay on the ground behind him as All Might stands up, holding his right fist up in the air.
I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding as they are confirmed OK, wiping away the tears I didn’t know had fallen.
About an hour later, when the news report cycles, I pull out my phone and call Izuku. He picks up on the second ring. “Hey, Evelyn-”
“ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID?” I scream into the phone.
“Oh- you saw the news.”
“Yeah, I woke up from my nap to my guardian watching it. You shouldn’t have done that.“
“I know, but my feet just moved on their own. I couldn’t just stand there and watch Kacchan die.”
“Deku!” I hear in the distance.
“Kacchan?” Izuku questions a panting Bakugo.
“Listen. I would never ask for a weakling like you to help me. Don’t think you can look down on me. Huh? Got that?! I was fine by myself.” I hear Bakugo exclaim at Midoriya. “You’re just a Quirk-less failure who won’t even cut it as a rent-a-cop! You didn’t help me. You did nothing. Don’t forget it. I don’t owe you anything.”
“Damn. He just saved your life and you’re gonna be that rude.” I say.
“What was that?” Izuku questions, to himself.
“Kacchan is right though. It’s not like I actually did anything to help today.”
“Izuku Midoriya,” I say sternly. “You helped. If it weren’t for you he would’ve died. Don’t let his hatred blur your vision.”
“I AM HERE!” All Might?
“All Might! Where’d you come from?” The sound of his phone hitting the ground rings through my ears. “How’d you get rid of all those reporters?”
All Might laughs before saying: “I stand for justice! Not soundbites. Because I. I am All Mi-” He’s interrupted by a cough, Izuku screaming afterward.
“Young man. I came here to thank you.” Thank him? What the fuck is going on? “And also to discuss your question from earlier.”
“Huh?”
“If you hadn’t told me about your life… if you hadn’t run into that fight… I would’ve been a worthless bystander watching from the crowd. So thanks.”
“Oh no! It was my fault he was there to begin with.”
Izuku what? I stay silent and listen to the conversation. I should hang up, but I’m too nosey.
“I got in the way of your hard work. I wasted your energy.” His energy? “And.. not to mention your time.”
“I’m not done. You told me you didn’t have a power. So when I saw this timid, Quirk-less boy try to save a life. It inspired me to act too.”
I hear Izuku gasp lightly, the sound of his feet moving.
“There are stories about every hero. How they became great. Most have one thing in common.” A beat passes. “Their bodies moved before they had a chance to think. Almost on their own.”
I listen closely, turning my phone’s volume up a bit, to hear Izuku sniffle.
Oh great. He’s crying.
“And today, that’s what happened to you.”
I hear Izuku falls to his knees, his crying becoming louder as he gets closer to the phone.
“Young man. You, too, can become a hero.”
Oh God, now he’s sobbing.
I decide to hang up at that point, I don’t like it when he cries. Even good cries. He just cries so much. I love him to death though.
CW: swearing, usual early season Bakugo meanness. This is literally word for word from the first episode.
Masterlist
The first memory I have of my quirk is not one I am proud of. I had accidentally caused my father to forget something. It was something minor so it didn’t really matter that I had made him forget it, but that made me my parents’ personal weapon.
You see, we live in a world where people have unnatural abilities we call quirks. It started with a glowing baby back then; but now eighty percent of the population have a quirk, very few having been born quirk-less—oh how I wish I was a part of that minority.
Both my parents were born without an ability, making me a part of what people refer to as “the doomsday theory”, but that comes in later.
“Mama, do I have to? Isn’t that a bad thing?”
From a young age I was thrown into the world of villainy. Despite that being all I knew, I also knew how wrong it was that my parents were making me use my quirk on innocent people. Why? Just so they could rob them of all they owned.
“Yes, honey. You have to. It’s not a bad thing to help Mama and Papa get money. It helps us survive.”
I did it anyway, I knew it was wrong. But I was a child, I had just gotten my quirk and my parents needed my help. So I helped them.
By the age of eight my memory was all kinds of messed up, for my parents worked me too hard. I didn’t know my limits. I didn’t know that the longer I used my quirk, the more my memory would distort and mess with me.
So one night, when my parents were distracted, I snuck out to the sheriff’s office and turned my parents in when we moved to Musutafu, Japan. That was the turning point in my life. I was put into the protective custody of Underground Pro Eraserhead. Shota Aizawa.
I was homeschooled up until I was old enough for middle school; which is where this story picks up, my final days of middle school.
“So as third year students, it’s time to start thinking seriously about your futures and what you want to do with your lives.” Says our teacher as he stands at the podium at the front of the classroom.
I never really thought about my future, I didn’t see the point. I refused to use my quirk anymore. But something Midoriya said to me when I told him about my past changed my mind.
“You should join me with applying to UA!” He exclaimed as he pulls away from the hug.
“Izuku, I can’t. I won’t.”
“It’s your quirk, Evelyn. Use it the way you want to.”
So I applied to UA despite Aizawa telling me I won’t be able to.
“Evelyn, you wouldn’t be able to even participate in the entrance exam. Your quirk is a mind type. The exam is with robots.” He explained, causing my face to fall; all hope I had left my body. “I guess I could recommend you. I am a teacher there.” He had sighed.
“You’d do that?” I questioned, the little hope I had left returning.
“Of course I would, Evelyn,” he smiled softly.
“I could pass out some career aptitude tests, but-“ —he grabs the papers off his desk, throwing them in the air— “I know you all want to go down the Hero track!”
Everyone in the room activates their quirk; besides Bakugo (Midoriya’s childhood friend turned bully). “Yes, yes, you’ve got some very impressive quirks; but no power usage allowed in school.”
“Hey, teach,” —says Bakugo from his seat, his feet propped up on his desk— “don’t lump me in with this bunch of losers. I’m the real deal, but these guys are lucky enough to become sidekicks to a busted D-lister. Ha.”
“You think you’re better than us, Katsuki!?” The class shouts in unison, Izuku and I stay silent, Izuku cowering in his seat.
“Let’s go! I’ll take you all on!” Bakugo exclaims.
“Huh.” Says the teacher, looking at his tablet. “You have impressive test results, maybe you will get into UA.”
The class begins mumbling to themselves. “He’s going for the national school?”
“That school has a point two acceptance rate.”
“It’s impossible to get into.”
I look over at Izuku, who looks mortified, hiding his face in his arm.
“That’s why it’s the only place worthy of me,” Bakugo says. God he’s so full of himself. He jumps up on his desk, “I aced all of the mock tests!” He says with his hand in a fist. “I’m the only one at this school with a chance of getting in. I’ll end up more popular than All Might himself! And be the richest Hero of all time!” He makes his hand into a fist as he says his declaration. I roll my eyes, placing my head in my arms on my desk and huffing. “People all across the world will know who I am! And it all starts with UA High!”
“Oh yeah, Midoriya and Genkaku, don’t you want to go to UA too?” The room goes quiet, everyone’s heads snapping into our direction.
Oh god, here it comes.
Everyone bursts out laughing. “Midoriya? Genkaku?”
“You’re kidding right?”
“There’s no way you’re getting into the Hero course without a quirk!”
Midoriya stands up, “Actually they got rid of that rule. We could be the first ones.” He says nervously.
Bakugo jumps at him, blowing up his desk with his quirk. I stand up, quickly making my way to Izuku’s side. “You can’t just go blowing up desks, Bakugo!” I exclaim.
“Listen up, Deku, you’re even worse than the rest of these damn rejects, you quirk-less wannabe!” He exclaims angrily, backing Izuku and I up against the wall. “You think they’d let you in when they can have me?”
“No way! You’ve got it all wrong!” Midoriya exclaims, waving his arms around in the air. Where the fuck is our teacher? “Really! I’m not trying to compete against you!” He says panicky. “You gotta believe me. It’s just that,” he looks down, “I’ve wanted to be a Hero since I was little. I may not have a quirk, but I can still try my hardest, can I?”
“You’ll never be able to hang with the best of the best.” Bakugo exclaims, the students surrounding him like demons surrounding their leader. “You’d die in the exams!” He laughs. “Defenseless Izuku. This schools all ready crappy, you really wanna embarrass it more by failing so hard!?”
“Shut up, Bakugo!” I exclaim, my emotions getting the best of me.
“Defenseless Genkaku, you’ll embarrass the school too. Two quirk-less wannabe’s,”
“I said shut up!” My eyes begin to glow. Purple, lightning like spirals spin around my irises. I’m quick to catch myself though, not wanting to blow my cover. Plus, Izuku wouldn’t appreciate me going all Mind-Scramblers’-Daughter on the friend he looks up to—which is so odd by the way.
***
As the class dismisses, Izuku and I stay behind to pack up our bags; him scrolling through his phone.
“Man, that fight from this morning is all over the news.” He states as he scrolls through news reports.
“Better write some notes down before you forget anything,” I suggest as I pack my own notebook into my backpack.
“You’re right! Thanks, Evelyn!” He picks up his notebook, only for it to be ripped out of his hand by the devil himself: Katsuki Bakugo.
“Oi! Give that back,” I stand up from my desk, grabbing at Izuku’s notebook; only for Bakugo to put it higher in the air.
“I don’t know what you think you’re doing, you two, but we’re not done.” He says. Ew. He’s so icky.
“Whatcha got? His diary?” One of Bakugo’s minions questions. Bakugo holds it up so the minion can see it.
“Huh? Don’t tell me you’re taking notes on how to be a hero? That’s so pathetic.” The kid mocks, laughing at Izuku.
“He’s delusional.” Says the other one, his arm raised as he rubs the back of his head.
“Yeah, real funny, guys. Just give it back.” Izuku practically pleads.
Bakugo puts the notebook between his hands, activating is quirk. Izuku yelps while I gasp angrily.
“That’s so mean,” Izuku whines.
Bakugo being the asshole he is throws the notebook out the open window behind him, causing Izuku to scream; his arms flailing about.
“Aye! What the fuck is wrong with you?!” I exclaim, stomping over to Bakugo. He places his hand on my face, shoving me out of the way and talking as if I’m not even here.
“Most first-string Heroes show potential early on. People look at them and just know they’re destined for greatness.” He states an actual genuine fact.
Izuku looks mortified as Bakugo speaks, his eyes focused on the window where is notebook was tossed out of.
“When I’m the only student from this garbage junior high to get into UA, people’ll start talking about me like that. They’ll realize I’m legit, the next big thing.” God I hate this guy. “That’s not ego talking, I just know I’m good.”
“Ego...” I mumble, rolling my eyes with my arms crossed.
Bakugo places his hand on Midoriya’s shoulder, beginning to burn his uniform a bit with his quirk; smoke emitting from between his fingers.
The moment his hand was placed on Izuku’s shoulder, I felt my quirk wanting to activate. The purple like spirals beginning to invade my vision and my hands emitting purple sparks.
“Here’s a little word of advice, Nerd.” Izuku’s eyes remain focused on the hand on his shoulder whilst Bakugo takes a smile and adds on: “Don’t even think of applying. Or else.”
Izuku just whimpers as his eyes slowly move to the blond’s face. Bakugo’s eyes were closed as he faked a smile. A devious one. “That goes for you to Genkaku,” the devil adds as he walks away from Midoriya; who just stands still and looks at his feet.
“That’s enough!” Purple sparks begin emitting from my fits even more as my rage takes over. No one fucks with my best friend and gets away with it.
“Evelyn,” Izuku warns, his hand on my wrist. I quickly calm down, all evidence of my quirk dissipating.
“That’s just sad.” Says minion one. “I thought you at least had some fight in you.”
“They finally get it. They’ll never be heroes.” Minion two adds on.
“Better to find out now instead’a later, I guess.”
Izuku’s hand remains on my wrist to keep me grounded.
“Y’know. If you two really want to be heroes that badly there actually might be another way.” Bakugo says, looking at us over his shoulder. “Just pray that you’ll be born with a Quirk in your next lives. Then take a joint swan dive off the roof of the building.”
I shake off Izuku’s hand, my Quirk activating with my hands again. “Aye-”
“Something wrong?” Bakugo activates his quirk as Izuku grabs my hand again, once more deactivating my power.
***
“Ugh! I can’t stand that guy!” I exclaim as I exit the school with Izuku. “What if we had actually jumped? What would he have done then?” I question.
I almost bump into him when he abruptly stops in his tracks. “My dreams have turned into fish food.” He mutters, confusing me a bit.
I look at the pond, seeing what he had meant. Three koi fish munching on his notebook. “That’s enough, give it back.” I swipe the notebook out of the pond, handing it to my friend.
“Dammit,” Izuku grunts, looking at the burnt up, wet notebook. “Stupid jerk.” He sates, staring at his Hero Analysis journal as if having a memory.
I could easily use my Quirk to get into his mind and see what’s going through it, but he’s my friend and that’s fucked up. I can’t deny it was a quick thought I had to do so, but I won’t do it.
***
Once at home I decide to just take a nap, Aizawa was already asleep—per usual—so I might as well do the same.
Evelyn was born into villainy; both her parents high on the wanted list in America. Her parents used her for their crimes, even more so when her quirk manifested when she was five.
Despite her parents being wanted in all fifty states—that being all she knew—she knew that what they were having her do was wrong.
She had to teach herself how to use her quirk, for both of her parents were quirkless; her quirk being the first of its kind.
After four years of serving her parents crimes and then moving to Mustutafu, Japan to avoid the authorities in America; Evelyn had had enough and turned her parents in to the police.
She enters the police station, asking to speak with the detective on the case of the Mind Scramblers (her parents).
“I’m detective Tsukauchi. I’m in charge of the case. How can I help you, little girl?” The man kneels down to her level.
“I’m their daughter and I know where they hide out.”
After turning in her parents, she was placed in protective custody with Pro Hero Erasurehead; an underground Pro.
She quickly became attached to Erasurehead—Shota Aizawa—while in his custody. As time went on and talk of the Mind Scarmblers calmed down, Evelyn was placed in public school; by which time she was of middle school age.
Now enrolled at Aldera Junior High, Evelyn pretends to be quirkless, feeling ashamed of her quirk and what it was used for.
Evelyn was the epitome of introverted whilst in school, keeping to herself at all times.
It wasn’t until she met Izuku Midoriya that she started coming out of her bubble.
Midoriya was quirk-less, she was known as quirk-less; so they stuck together.
Evelyn was the more dominant of the two, not taking any of the bullying thrown their way. Including Izuku’s childhood friend Katsuki Bakugo.
As time went on, she eventually confided in Midoriya about her quirk and past. “Please don’t hate me.” She had said before telling him everything. He simply gave her a hug and told her to apply to UA with him; to prove to herself that she is not her parents and she can be a hero.
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