Starbright Dreamer ( Bakugou X Black Fem Reader fanfiction)

The Poet, Silvestor

"I wonder if it's gonna rain today." Said the UA school girl. Walking out was a dark skinned, dark blue headed male, his E/C eyes sparkled as they looked up at the sky.

"The streaks of cumulus dance a gentle foxtrot, to end with a waltz, come a graceful blue hops." He said in theatric tone earning giggles from the girl and her friends.

"Look Stellaraguel, please make some sense for once." Said a girl friend of hers.

"He's saying it's going to rain later today." A gloomier male walked out, his messy black hair slightly bouncing with his every step.

"My insomniac muse Shouta speaks fair, a shame such Einsteins not aware." Silvestor continues waving his arms in a dramatic fashion.

"They asked because they don't dedicate half their brain energy trying to decipher the stupid things that come out your mouth." He responded harshly.

Not fazed Silvestor laughed, the students standing near, watching the events unfold smiling fondly. For as difficult as it was to understand his words, that man was joy to this world.

Gone too soon.

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"So, what was he like?" Were the first words you spoke when you got home.

"We just got back, calm down." He said removing his scarf, and heading upstairs.

Yeah Curious George, calm down you know this man is always one word away from going into hibernation. Sibyl said plopping onto the couch the levitating the remote.

You pouted at his words, slightly offended. But you could not be blamed, Aizawa knew your father and for some reason, he wanted you to be his child. The questions had to be answered, despite the many memories you've had of him, it still felt as if there were things you didn't know about him.

Aizawa soon came back downstairs, wearing his bonnet, and regular all black clothing. He sat down on the couch heaving a long sigh. Looking up at the ceiling, his mind wandered. His behavior intrigued you, he looked as if he was remembering a pleasant memory. He smiled to himself, then pet the couch space next to him.

"Come sit kid."

Quickly you sat down, still clutching your father's will in your hands. For a few seconds he sat there silent before speaking. "Your old man was probably the oldest 1st year at UA. That was only because he entered so that he could get his Hero license here in Japan. I think he was about 35 when he entered. Of course it made it kind of weird how old he was. When we first learned how his quirk we thought about how stupid it was. There were so many weaknesses in a quirk, in which you needed to write on paper. It leaves you open when you write, not to mention all someone needs to do is destroy the book."

You nodded in agreement, keenly aware of the variables in your father's quirk. However you knew better, your father was a smart man, he knew how to make people eat their words.

"However when we were set to spar him, he proved our suspicions wrong. Every time someone tried to take his book as he wrote he dodged with ease. He continued to write, your old man made us look like novices, despite the months of training we went through beforehand. When he finished writing he willed for us to be frozen in a pool of ice. My quirk couldn't even stop as long as he kept writing once his quirk was back he could activate the text. Mic's loud voice didn't faze him. He was practically invincible."

Silently you laughed at the idea of your father skills, and the description was very accurate. Your siblings always sparred with your father, and as amazing as their quirks were, they never beat him.