"FEAR IS JUST A MYTH."
Ha! Fear is just a myth, whoever came up with that was obviously short a few braincells. Fear was one of the biggest parts of ourselves, as humans we could not survive without fear. But you were scared shitless, overwhelmed with nerves and anxiety. Fear was about to swallow you whole and you couldn't believe that you were about to enter that giant arena thing. Your heart was beating so loud you could barely hear yourself thing, but you were ready. Underneath all that fear and anxiety was a raging beast ready to kick some ass.
You kept your hand on your leg, you had a sort of satchel that could strap around your leg, a little pouch which help a small sketchbook and 2 pencils. Your hand hovered over it, shaking wildly as you waited for the command to go. As you waited for what seemed like forever, you look around the crowd, everyone looked so scary and professional. You thought that you couldn't compete.
The doors opened and suddenly everyone rushed into the arena, you were almost put your guard down, but after a second of lagging, you bolted inside. Your heart was still racing, but the sudden rush of adrenaline started to drown out your nerves and anxiety. Once you rushed in, you immediately ran to a corner and started to doodle in your notebook. You drew out a big mallet/hammer which sort of reminded you of Harley Quinn.
And just like that, a giant red and blue hammer materialized and fell in front of you, it was about as tall as you and the hammer end was huge. You tucked your notebook back in its pocket and picked up the mallet. You took a deep breath and ran out of your corner in search of some bots.
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You were tired, you could feel your muscles aching as you dragged yourself out of the arena. Everything happened so quickly, it was almost a blur. A huge robot came out of nowhere and everyone scattered, a couple people trampled you, including a familiar looking blonde. You managed to get up and scrambled away, but just before seeing a boy with green hair save this girl who was about to get crushed. It was a brave act and you mentally applauded him for it, seemed like no one else had the guts to do it themselves.
On the way out, you flipped through your mini-sketchbook, you had a total of 2 swords and 1 hammer. Someone with a water quirk melted your hammer and someone else burned your first sword. That was the downside of your quirk, whatever you drew materialized and just became tons of compact paper to mimic the texture and weight of whatever you drew. So it was still flammable and would dissolve if wet.
You were about to put your notebook away when you crashed into yet another person. You stumbled and nearly fell over, it seemed like you were bumping into a lot of people ever since you got here. A familiar negative energy started to radiate from the person you bumped into. "Ah geez, I'm sorry!" You spat out quickly.
"You again? Shouldn't you learn to watch where you're fucking going?!"
Him. You suppressed the biggest eye roll and almost scoffed, "I said I was sorry, this time it was all me."
"Damn right. I hope I never have to see your face again. Your pathetic quirk won't get you into U.A." He insulted, his words laced with aggression.
"How can you be so sure? You're a walking firework, I can create things without having to get up from my seat." You shot back.
He scoffed and rolled his eyes, which made your eye twitch, "Whatever extra, have fun getting fucking rejected." Bakugou turned around and walked away. He wanted to stay and possibly kick your ass, he wanted to kick everyone's ass. But something pulled him away, he wasn't aware of it yet, but he felt guilt at the bottom of his stomach. He felt guilty for wanting to hurt you.
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It was any other day, you were anxious as fuck waiting for your letter from U.A., and your mom was making 'feel better soon' pancakes. She always did this when you were stressed out or upset, and they always helped. She called you downstairs for pancakes when you heard the mail come through the slot. Instead of heading to the kitchen, you made a beeline for the front door. You tripped over some shoes in the hallway and fell on your face right in front of the door.
But the pain was nonexistent, you quickly combed through the mail and found a letter addressed to you, from U.A!! You let out an inaudible noise and tore the letter open. You were hyperventilating and letting out squeaking noises.
Dear L/n Y/n,
We are pleased to inform you that...
"AAAAAAA OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!!!" You shouted at the top of your lungs. Your parents heard the commotion and rushed to wear you were to see you rolling around on the floor screaming to yourself and crying. "I DID IT I DID IT I DID IT!!!!!" You exclaimed.
You thrusted the letter to your parents, "I GOT IN!" Your parents scanned over the letter and looked back at you, they soon broke out into squealing fits. Your dad swooped you up from off the ground and spun you around in his arms, "YOU DID IT Y/N!"
word count ;; 900+
date started ;; 01/15/21
date finished ;; 01/20/21
date uploaded ;; 01/20/21
A bit of a short chapter, I wasn't to motivated to work on this one. The next one will be you entering U.A and getting acquainted with Bakugou <3
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Fanfiction♡ bakugou x poc reader ♡ Y/n L/n is a transfer student from America, with an art based quirk where she can bring inanimate objects to life by simply drawing them on a sheet of paper. There's something different about Y/n, it seems that she is not fr...
