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If you're doing fics for lines, I've got one. Any fandom you want. -"Yeah, I'm sure. Bedrock solid and blue sky certain."

THIS ONE took forever. Not because I didn’t have an idea for it, but due to having too many. BUT HERE WE ARE I FINALLY SETTLED.

Izuku’s breath shook just as much as his hands did. 

He’d never seen one up close before. Nobody had. It was called a ‘Nightfury’ known for being able to blend into the sky and strike like the mighty lightning of Thor. It knew no bounds, had no limits, was a rare sight on the battlefield, and had a flee on sight, a ‘hide and pray’ approach in every book Izuku had ever read.

And Izuku was the idiot that was about to poke one with a stick. 

Or well. Figuratively.

It was his fault anyway, he owed it to the dragon to at least go check on it. He was the one to shoot it down. 

Still. His hands shook.

He kept himself low to the ground and tried to breathe through the anxiety.

(His Mother was going to kill him if she ever- when she eventually- found out) 

If his calculations were correct- and they always were- the dragon should be…right….there.

Izuku followed the destroyed earth, tracking the trail right up to the cove, and over the edge.

The dragon was stuck in the hole, because he was missing part of his tail.

Izuku leaned heavily against the rock of the cliffs heaving for breath. He was-

That was terrifying.

A slow, perplexed grin worked its way over his face. The dragon had allowed him close. Had accepted- and shared, though that part was rather disgusting- his food. Izuku had managed to attach the prosthetic device to the dragons- he needed a name- tail and it worked.

Sort of.

It needed work, but it would allow the dragon to fly.

Izuku shoved his wet bangs out of his face with a cough. “Always need to have the last laugh don’t you? I’m going to call you Katsuki. It means victory. Kacchan for short!”

Izuku had never felt so free, so alive, as he did when he was really truly flying with Kacchan. 

Their practice runs had been nothing like this. The wind in his hair, the flex of scale and muscle under his legs, the feel of pressure as Izuku had to strain to stay on the saddle. The constant instinctive awareness of how to move his foot, so that he could help Kacchan fly. 

It was….

Exhilarating.

Izuku never really got into a fight with his villagers. He was made fun of, of course, being a member of a warrior village who….wasn’t. He was often shoved around by his peers, sneered at by the less friendly adults, and pitied by most. 

Izuku was fully aware of those facts.

But….he was doing well. He was more informed about dragons than even the most blooded warrior of his village, and he was causing problems with his peer group. Most didn’t like that the ‘Deku’- the useless- of the class was suddenly doing so much better than any of them. 

And frankly? 

Izuku didn’t give a damn.

He’d discovered everything they knew was wrong, he’d tasted the sky, the wind, the rush, of flying with his partner. 

Izuku loved Kacchan. He was his  best friend, and if Izuku may not have stood up for himself, but if he had to fight for Kacchan? Izuku would do it. 

Without Question.

Izuku plastered himself to Kacchan’s back, fingers digging into the saddle handles as wide terrified eyes focused on the beast before him. It was larger than anything Izuku had ever seen, than any dragon ever recorded before. Larger than the mountain, and hiding in the very lava of the volcano. It’s scales were black as night, and as far as Izuku could see it had no eyes- skin stretched taunt over the place they may have once been, scars trailing over its face and chest.

And still it-

It was monstrous and like nothing he had ever seen.

Izuku knew his village had been searching for centuries for the Dragon’s Nest, but as he looked at the King that ruled it, he knew none of his village would survive if they chose to fight.

Izuku would never tell them where the Nest stood, would never mention what he had found “Kacchan,” his voice shook as he whispered and watched the ears flick in his direction “let’s go Kacchan, come on.”

Red eyes flickered in his direction, but Kacchan threw himself off the cliff-side they had hidden inside and turned them back towards the cove.

Izuku had failed. 

They were going to fight that creature. 

His village, his people were going to die, and Kacchan had been taken. Taken to lead them all like lambs to slaughter. 

But….

Izuku turned towards the training grounds. 

If he did something utterly mad, he might just have a chance.

“And where,” a voice chirped right behind him “do you think you’re going?”

Izuku jerked but narrowed his eyes “Uraraka-san, please move. I need to save everyone, and I won’t let you stop me.”

Uraraka eyed him, Iida-kun, Todoroki-kun, and Tsu-chan standing behind her, all of them staring at him like they had never seen him before.

“Are you sure, Midoriya?”

Izuku turned towards Tsu at the question, nodding firmly, straightening to his full height as he answered “Yes. Yes, bedrock solid, and blue sky certain.”

(There’s a shift as he utters the words that had always been an oath in everything but name in their village. A promise, something inescapably true to the person speaking. As solid as the bedrock that protected the foundations of their village, and as certain as their ancestors had been that they would see a ‘blue sky’ at the end of their quest, that it was possible one day, to win against the dragons.)

The students- his peers- trade glances and then Todoroki speaks up “You’re not doing it alone.”

Izuku meets each of their eyes, and sees his determination reflected back. 

‘Bedrock solid’ their eyes scream out at him ‘Blue sky certain’ their stances firm.

Izuku smiles “You’re going to need to listen well then, let’s go!”

It’s madness when the arrive, flying over the battlefield. 

-And it is a battlefield. 

There’s dead and dying, easily spotted in the sky, fire and screams that echo and cut out suddenly. Dragons swarm through the air, ignoring the humans underneath them, and it’s obvious why.

That thing, the King, the Black Death, that Izuku had seen with Kacchan was loose and rampaging. His lack of eyes didn’t seem to hinder him at all, even beyond his area of effect.

“Alright!” he takes control of the situation, yelling to be heard over the chaos “Iida! Take Ingenium and start evacuating the wounded! Move them to the far side of the island! Todoroki, your with him- work defense! You want to keep Iida and any wounded safe! Tsu! You’re the distraction! Keep a level head, and don’t get hit!”

Tsu nodded sharply, breaking off to help draw the King’s attention from the feeling villagers. Izuku turned to face Uraraka. “We need to find Kacchan! And then you can help Tsu! The less attention the King pays to the villagers the more likely they are to live!”

It was a good life right?

Izuku thought it was.

Sure he hadn’t been having the greatest time, had been sort of pathetic before Kacchan, but these last months?

Izuku wouldn’t trade them for anything.

As he plummeted towards an explosion, perfectly aware it would be his last moments, he couldn’t help but smile.

Falling was kind of….peaceful, if one ignored the sudden stop at the end. It was like riding with Kacchan. He was just sorry his friends would survive this, and probably feel guilty. 

(His father was gone- supposedly on a quest, but he had never returned- and his mother had been lost in a dragon raid long ago. He was an orphan, though Aizawa-sensei had long ago told him he was in line to be Chief when he was ready. 

Looked like they would need a new Chief.)

He heard a roar of anger and rage, and his eyes snapped open.

Kacchan was diving for him, wings folded back, paws extended and furious focus in red eyes.

Izuku smiled, and reached back.

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I was super drunk and I wrote a thing so now you all get to see it-

Yamamoto Akemi narrowed her eyes.

She wasn’t sure what it was, but something was definitely absolutely different with Todoroki Enji. Everything from how he held himself, to how he interacted with everyone. Her instincts prickled. Whatever it was that had happened, it was something important. Akemi would bet her quirk on it.

She hadn’t even had to dim his flames once.

Her quirk- Flame Manipulation- had been put into use many times over their years at UA. She’d even had to do it a few times when she met him after that, despite his being the Number Two Hero.

She’d seen the news footage almost as soon as it happened. All Heroes tended to help keep each other in the loop of ‘what’s happening’. It was partly to help prevent all the heroes from rushing to one place since someone else had it handled, partly to direct certain heroes to incidents, and mostly because heroes were a nosy bunch.

It was why the heroes had their own app that they had to be cleared to have, and then the hero had to go to one of the specialty locations and have it downloaded. There was a lady with a technology based Quirk that made sure only those cleared to use the app could access it in the event a hero’s phone was stolen- Akemi had no idea how it worked.

She’d been in the middle of breakfast when the alert came in on her phone. She’d opened it even as she shoved the rolled omelet into her mouth for a moment, her eyes widening in shock as she took in the news coverage of Enji staggering out of a forest looking like hell.

What or Who had managed to do that to Enji Todoroki?

She’d been one of the Pros called in to look at the scene after Enji left, and she’d been just as confused as everyone else. With the fire burning so hot it had turned literally everything around it into ash, cracking the ground and leaving nothing behind…

There was nothing to be found.

She’d just have to wait, like everyone else, until Endeavor reported on the incident, and she’d have to pray that whoever had gotten the better of Enji would be dealt with.

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The next time she sees Enji, she stills. He’s out with his family. His wife is standing close by his side, his three year old daughter is running in front of them, and it’s like ice down her spine. Not the scene itself- that in and of itself is actually rather cute.

No.

She’d seen Enji with his family before. She’d watched them at all the hero balls, seen all the pictures the press took whenever they step out of the house. She’d seen Enji’s face when he told his colleagues that he was getting married.

It was completely different than this.

He’s looking at his wife when she sees him, and she can see something soft in his eyes that had not been there even a week before the Incident. There had been no hint of that softness in him. It’s like he’s a different person, and Akemi wants to storm over to him and demand answers.

She doesn’t.

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Enji sees Yamamoto Akemi across the park.

His chest tightens, and his breath stalls in his throat as he stares into those blue-fire eyes.

The last time he’d seen those eyes, they’d been lit from within. She’d been standing between three Noumu, and two villains, and ten of the younger kids UA had taken in for protection. She’d snarled at them all like an animal, her dark lavender hair flickering as her flames spread. Her legs braced, shoulders lowered, body crouched in an unmoving wall of protection.

She’d taken the entire group on by herself, the only Pro on the scene at the time. Enji had seen the video of it later.

She’d won. She’d won, but when she came back, when she staggered into UA’s walls leading children back home soot covered and sobbing-

She’d been bleeding internally the entire time. She’d known it. Could feel it. And still, she had walked those children home like they would all come out alive. She’d crashed into his arms as soon as she’d seen him, gasping wetly. She’d had no strength to continue forward then.

Her eyes, always lit from within by her flames, had dimmed and flickered. “Enji,” she gasped, choking on blood “I’m sorry, tell Shouta I love him. Tell him I love him so much. Tell him I’ll wait, and to take care of himself. Tell him it wasn’t his fault. Tell him Enji.”

Enji had known the moment she collapsed against him, that innate sense of flame that he carried telling him how hers sputtered and guttered against him. He’d held her to his chest and agonized over what this would do to Aizawa. He’d promised her with a tightening throat, gripping her close like he could hold her to this Earth.

She smiled, blood bubbling through her teeth, and every gasp wet and agonized. She’d grinned and reached up, gripping his shoulder and demanded more of him.

“Take care of my husband for me Enji- and make sure our kids make it out of this if you can.” her next gasp stuttered in her throat, and he watched her chest stall and start for a frightening moment. Her smile was a soft and sad thing as her eyes, dimming even further still, met his own blue “You’ve changed you know. For the better. I’m proud of this you.” she choked and blood splattered over Enji’s chest and cheeks.

He stopped breathing.

Akemi’s eyes drifted past him, towards the ceiling, her breathing slowing “Tell Shouta I love him, and make sure he gets this.” her hand shook and almost didn’t make it to her neck. It fell onto her chest, but her fingers fished the silver chain free all the same.

On the end of the necklace was her wedding ring.

“Give Shigaraki hell for me okay? And make it out on the other side alive.”

He’d watched that dim glowing of her eyes become embers, and then smother itself-

He’d been there when Aizawa came back, he’d watched the man shatter-

“-i? -ji are you- Enji!” a ice cold hand against his cheek snapped Enji’s attention down to Rei as his wife worked to get his attention with worried eyes.

He breathed.

When he looked up, Akemi had disappeared from view.

END

It was just a drabble idea i did when I was drunk, about an OC who was in our Favor Fire verse.

I have no idea where I was going with it. But now I’m reworking the ENTIRE THING thanks to Tricks, over in my Discord. It’s gonna be so different. But STILL crossed with our Favor Fire verse. So....look forward to my first (aside from this) actual posted OC centered story????????/

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Parents Verse 1

@seitosokusha As promised to Enabler here’s the first of the drabble series 

Hiruma Youichi would like it known that this is, absolutely and one hundred percent, actually not his fault this time, thank you very much.

Some days, Youichi curses that his Mother’s luck had definitely carried over, alongside his Pop’s chaotic nature. Combining the two had definitely been a result of insanity.

Still, considering that he is the one to come from that, Youichi supposed that it was a good thing.

And yet….

Youichi stared at the burning building.

That was definitely not his fault, no matter that it was the absolute terror of his own self that had caused the science students to accidentally start the fire in the first place.  He frowned. Mama would not be pleased.

Youichi would have continued to stare, except a blur of movement caught his eyes.

It is with a breathless kind of awe that Youichi watches a tiny first year girl he had seen and approached at the start of the year dart in and out of the burning building, leading stray students out of the smoke.

She moves like a flash of lightning, a blur of color, eyes narrowed and focused as she runs, focused only on her goal.

And oh, oh.

Youichi knows exactly who he wants to take the spot of Running Back on his team.

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Parents Verse 6

Youichi wasn’t stupid. He had seen the girl’s legs shake at the end of her Lightspeed Run, but…

He’s seen resolve in her eyes too.

And Kami, wasn’t it different to play- or prepare to play- with a teammate who wanted to be on the field! Usually he’d have to blackmail and terrify the player in question so they’d obey, but Youichi hadn’t said a word, and he could already tell Kobayakawa Sena was planning to improve herself.

He’d offer her a training menu anyway. He knew what she needed, and how to get there. That she was resolved to do it herself only made this even better.

A grin curled his lips as he watched his team. It would take work, but....

He had a chance now. They had a chance now. Not...much of one, not missing so many permanent players, who knew what they were doing, but-

But it was better than any percent they had had in previous years.

Ryoukan set Kobayakawa  down from where he had been tossing her into the air, and Youichi eyed her legs as they shook under her weight. Still...she didn’t fall.

…

...Youichi felt a bit impressed.

Was this what his Pops meant, when he talked about before?

His Pops had met Mama when they were teens. She’d been 14 and he had been 16. Some dick had been shoving Mama around, and Pops said no matter how many times she got shoved down, she got back up and faced them.

Pops said he hadn’t seen anything like her. She was tiny and obviously didn’t work out, or know how to throw a punch. She’d still stood up in front of the guys ganging up on her, who were twice her size and held her ground.

Pops had interfered of course, he was a gentleman, but he always told Youichi it was that tenacity and determination that had initially brought his mother to Pops’ attention.

That Mama had later that same day- using skills his Pops had taught her after the confrontation- punched his father in the face for ‘being a jerk’ had only solidified that attention.

Youichi tilted his head.

Perhaps...he would introduce Kobayakawa to his Pops training methods. She’d hate him by the end, but her stamina would skyrocket in the shortest time possible.

Youichi grinned. Time to see how far that resolve of hers reached.

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The Right Partner Snippet

It was late when Bakugou got the call.

He grumbled unhappily as he reached for his phone. One of the bad points for being a Pro Hero was the hours. Sure there were the set working hours for whatever agency a Pro decided to stick with, but sometimes a hero would  get a call. And it could be at any time- on a day off, before the hero had even gone in, after they got off, or- as had happened in Bakugou’s case- in the early hours of the morning.

And there was no ‘not answering the phone.’

Bakugou was already rolling to his feet, even as he accepted the call with a sleep rough “Ground Zero.”

“Bakugou.”

And Bakugou stilled.

Best Jeanist was not the type to make early morning calls like this. More than that, Bakugou knew Jeanist, and that tone...that voice…

Whatever had happened, Bakugou knew he wasn’t going to like it.

“What happened?” His voice was still rough with sleep and now worry, but it was more alert as he questioned his boss.

“It’s…”

Bakugou’s stomach twisted, dropping to his toes. Best Jeanist didn’t hesitate. He wasn’t the kind to sugarcoat things, to pussyfoot around an issue. It was part of why Bakugou respected the hero well enough to work under him as a sidekick.

“What the fuck happened?”

“As of three hours ago, the team that went with Wildside on her mission has lost all contact with her.”

Bakugou froze, his breath catching in his throat. He knew his partner was a capable woman. He wouldn’t work with her if she wasn’t, but...That didn’t stop his throat from closing, the vice from tightening over his lungs, the way his heart seemed to skip a beat or three.

And then the adrenaline dumped into his system, as he shot up and scrambled for his clothes roaring a furious “What the FUCK happened?!”

She’d been undercover at a trafficking ring.

Bakugou felt dizzy.

Kia hadn’t been assigned to this mission at first. She’d been given the case files, asked to overlook them, and send any insights back to her boss. Bakugou had helped her with it. She’d asked to be included when she replied to her boss, saying she had a bad feeling about it.

Bakugou had wanted to go with her.

She’d talked him out of it- told him to keep up patrols, to make sure everything went well in their little slice of town, while she was away. She’d sworn she would come back, told him not to worry. Pointed out she had done this hundreds of times before, that she would have a team with her that trained specifically to handle these situations.

She’d laughed and promised that none of them would ever take ‘her partner’s’ place. And then she punched him in the shoulder, asking with a joking gallows humor that seemed to infect every pro at some point “Besides, if this all goes to hell, who else is gonna come back me up but you?”

Bakugou didn’t even remember putting the rest of his clothes on, didn’t remember jumping onto his bike, and transferring Jeanist to the bluetooth in his helmet. All he really remembered was the frantic high speed ride down the streets at three in the morning while he snarled at Jeanist to give him all the details he could.

Bakugou had never been so thankful for warp quirks. They were rare and a pain in the ass when they were being used by villains, but when they allowed him quick transport to the underground heroes who had been working with Sunshine before she disappeared?

Bakugou sure as fuck wouldn’t be caught complaining about it. If he had been forced to travel the long way around, he’d have fucking blown the plane out of the sky.

“Where the fuck is my partner?” his voice was an infuriated growl as he stormed over to the three heroes who had been working with Sunshine.

“We don’t know.”

Bakugou recognized Commune from the information Jeanist had given him, even as he cursed and growled at what she had said. She was lean and shorter than Bakugou, her black hair tied back from green eyes messily. She was still clad in the jeans and shirt she’d been wearing on her undercover position, and it was obvious she’d been working to locate Sunshine since the moment she disappeared.

Her quirk allowed her to connect five people of her choosing on a mental level, allowing those five people to have an undisturbed line of communication via directed surface thoughts.

Commune didn’t allow his mood to interfere with her report of the situation as she continued, “She’s still connected to us by my quirk, we can feel her, but she’s not awake. And I can’t track her until she tells us where she is. This is the area we lost her,” Commune tapped a map, “and where we’ve searched. My quirk only allows me to connect us, allows us to sense that connection, but not track it.” she sounded extremely frustrated about it.

And while it soothed Bakugou a small amount to know they could still sense his partner, the fact she was unconscious wherever she had ended up didn’t help his boiling temper.

(He hadn’t been this furious since his first year of UA)

Still- he was a professional, and with Sunshine’s safety and life on the line, Bakugou would be taking no chances. He stomped over to the war table the pros had gathered around, demanding sharply “Tell me every-fucking-thing you know, and Commune.”

The woman met his eyes in question.

Bakugou extended a hand. “Add me to your connection.”

It was not a request.

Commune didn’t hesitate to accept the hand, to establish the contact she needed to activate her quirk. She knew better than to prevent Wildside’s partner from having this. 

With how Wildside had talked about him before the whole mission went to shit, she’d appreciate hearing his voice as well whenever she woke up.

Kia felt sluggish and heavy when she finally clawed her way to awareness.

It took her a few seconds to remember what had happened, and her stomach twisted into knots. Her first thought wasn’t to wonder where she was, or how to get out- though those were very closely tied seconds- no. Her first thought was that B was going to kill her.

She carefully took stock of her body, checking to make sure nothing was broken or otherwise injured in a way that might interfere with her escape. She had to breathe carefully though the spike in anxiety as she noticed the shackles and collar fastened to her body.

She’d always known this was a possibility working to stop the things she did, working to go undercover in trafficking rings, working to break syndicates and find those who would do business in them. She’d prepared for that, for reliving this hell.

That didn’t make it easy.

“Sunshine.”

There was a horrifying moment that Kia thought Bakugou had somehow been caught, despite being in an entirely different country, and her eyes darted over her cell, before it hit her that she was hearing him in her own mind, through Commune’s quirk.

“B.” Kia felt a little lightheaded with relief, not only because Bakugou hadn’t been caught, but also because Bakugou’s voice was a solid and grounding lifeline for her in this situation.

“Fucking bitch, you weren’t supposed to get fucking captured, what the fuck?”

Oh, he was furious.

It was intensely comforting.

“Yeah, well, that wasn’t in the plans let me tell you. Besides, I told you you’d come back me up if went to hell didn’t I?” Kia appreciated that the others were allowing them to have this moment despite everyone Commune connected being able to hear direct thoughts to each other.

“Of fucking course I did! I fucking told you I should have gone with you!” he snarled it, but Kia could hear the worry. She was also intensely thankful Bakugou hadn’t come with her at the reminder. She wasn’t sure she’d handle seeing Katsuki chained like she was. At all. “Do you know where you are Sunshine?”

Kia’s eyes darted over her carefully again, as if she would suddenly spot something she had missed. “No,” her voice was soft “They have me in some kind of stone cell. I can’t see outside.”

“Of fucking course.”

Kia clung tightly to the sense she had of Bakugou, gripping desperately to his mental presence to keep her hold on sanity. She’d never ever wanted to see a Ring like this ever again.

Gladiator rings were disgusting. They pitted quirks against each other in battles to the death, fight or die, and Kia had never wanted to see this again. Smell the sweat and tears, the sand, the blood and stale scent of death in the air. Hear the screams of the crowd, the calls for bets. The scent of expensive silks and wines, the various perfumes of those with money to spend and a lack of morals.

Her breathing was quicker than normal by the smallest of margins. She knew this game. Had known before her ‘owner’ had informed her that the shackles she wore were equipped to kill her if she didn’t fight, if she fought the man.

Her face was blank, eyes hollow, as she stared at the familiar sights, and took in sickeningly familiar scents.

She swallowed subtly as she took in the sights and sounds and scents of the Ring.

She needed to survive this.

But gods she had never wanted to do this again.

“They’re going to make me fight.” she whispered it across the line of communication she had, a warning to the others that she wouldn’t be able to respond, and not to distract her for the next little while. “And I won’t be able to fight at my best, or they’re realize who I am. I was...well known the last time I stood in a ring like this.” She added the second part as a warning. B wasn’t going to like watching that, best he had some sort of warning beforehand. 

She hated this part so fucking much.

And worse?

Gladiator fighting was, horribly and unavoidably, like riding a bike.

Once someone had actually fought in a Ring, they never really forgot.

No matter how much they wanted to forget that horror.

Kia fucking hated getting shocked.

This ‘Electro’ was a pain in the ass, and was pissing her off. He had an electricity based quirk that seemed to speed him up, making himself much faster than most would be able to handle, as well being able to shock her when he came into direct contact with her.

This little shit kept aiming for the metal shackles she wore to make the shock hurt worse. Too bad for this bastard her last master liked to use the shock-collar as a punishment and it took more voltage than Electro could produce to put her down.

The issue was Electro was fast, and from what Kia had been able to piece together, was able to up his own processing speed. On top of that, her desire to hide any familiar fighting styles patrons of this establishment would recognize, her need to hide how well she could work this ring and fight from her new ‘owner’ meant she had to let some of these hits land. Had to appear to struggle, to fight with a frantic need to live.

Still, if the little shit touched the neck collar one more fucking time-

She would not be held responsible for her reaction.

Bakugou wondered absently if this was what a heart attack attack felt like.

He kept his silence mentally, resorting to verbal snarling and screaming reactions as Kia worked her way through opponent after opponent. She’d explained they were testing her, that they didn’t realize who she was. Didn’t recognize her- though that was thanks to the woman who had changed people’s colors during the Modeling incident- Revlon had shifted her skin and hair, as well as the color of her scales and eyes before she’d gone undercover.

Small mercies.

She’d avoided killing anyone, her mental discipline and focus echoing over the mental bond they shared via Commune.

But this dick was starting to piss her off.

Katsuki was rather ready to explode his entire fucking face.

He kept track of what was happening through Sunshine’s thoughts, and he had a pretty good idea of what was happening that way, even if he couldn’t see what she was doing.

And then he felt the mental jolt of Electro’s quirk making contact with Kia’s collar for the third time.

And suddenly, Sunshine’s mental feel, her thought process shifted. She wasn’t bothering to put the mental effort into her thoughts to hide them from those who were connected to her, and all of them were aware as he thoughts changed in tone and focus.

“You’ve had worse-” her thoughts began “Survived worse. This is nothing. Just a small jolt.” It was an obvious attempt to talk herself out of whatever she was about to do.

It failed.

And suddenly, Katsuki has a front row view to how Sunshine’s head worked in a fight, how much control she must have, to stop what are obviously instinctive, muscle memory, movements. He has a front row seat to how hard she has to work to do what she does, when he sees her react without limiting herself, without fighting what are now obviously her first, most powerful instincts when using violence against another person.

“Small. Lean, fast. Quirk allows for quick thought processing and movement. Lasts in bursts of thirty seconds, with one minute between. Ability to shock- seemingly unlimited, can use in conjunction with mental and physical boost, but power decreased. I’ve been limiting my reactions and speed- if I avoid using my wings in any ‘signature movements’ I should avoid notice. Solution? Use tail. Violence acceptable, limit to injury, no deaths.”

The thoughts are quick, calculating, and focused. There’s an intent behind them that had been missing, though Katsuki had not realized how intense the difference would be until he could see this.

“First: get in close. Target will attempt to grab arm or shoulder for a shock. Use tail to grab wrist. Throw into the wall. Target will be dazed, but quirk will allow for quick recovery. Do not allow the chance to recover, use wings to follow his path to the wall. Jab throat- target does not have the collar. Open for damage.

Target will choke, and hunch forward. Use knee to break his nose. Tail again to block the desperate grab. Will be shocked. Ignore, aim for his ears. Target will stagger sideways to escape being pinned against the wall.

Allow.

Use the free space to get behind Target. Aim for base of spine. Fracture. Target will stumble forward, try to turn and face you.  Aim strike for his temple.

Target unconscious, abilities still hidden, ability to shock: neutralized.”

Katsuki was still, shocked as he witnessed her discard the first thirty plans that had come to mind, all ending in Electro’s death, settling instead for this. And as he witnesses the lightning fast flurry of blows they exchange, it is awe inspiring to see them play out exactly as Sunshine had predicted.

This verse belongs to @kaycha1989. You can find her the story HERE though it DOES have a main character OC. I liked it, I enjoyed watching Kia and Katsuki bond and get closer, and look forward to more. THIS IS AU TO KAYCHA’S CANNON.