Valkyrie [Bakugou x Reader]

2. The Social Dynamic

ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs
⚠︎︎ sᴇʟғ ʜᴀʀᴍ ⚠︎︎
⚠︎︎ ᴅᴇᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ / ᴅᴇʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ⚠︎︎
⚠︎︎ ᴅɪssᴏᴄɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ⚠︎︎
⚠︎︎ ʟᴏss ᴏғ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴ / ɴᴜᴍʙɴᴇss ⚠︎︎
⚠︎︎ ᴀɴxɪᴇᴛʏ / ᴘᴀɴɪᴄ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋs ⚠︎︎
⚠︎︎ ᴍᴜsɪᴄ ᴀs ᴀ ᴄᴏᴘɪɴɢ ᴍᴇᴄʜᴀɴɪsᴍ ⚠︎︎

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𝙻𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: 𝚄𝙰 𝙷𝚒𝚐𝚑 - 𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢
𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎: 𝙱𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝟷𝟸:𝟶𝟶𝚙𝚖

Music fills your ears through your earbuds as you silently make your way across UA's hallways. A multitude of musical genres litter your phone's music app, but hard rock and classical have made their way into your heart. The deafening thrum of electric guitar and the adrenaline inducing drum beats of rock music bring out a sense of release while the swelling crescendos of a string symphony beckons raw emotion from within you.

All you've ever known was fighting. Day after day you were forced through training. Taking hits and dealing them out in that underground concrete cage. So it was no surprise that your emotions became dulled and your once carefree personality turned aloof and desolate. He took notice to this, though.

The boy you were raised next to and sparred with daily, took notice of your change in energy. The two of you were extremely close to one another, both leaning on each other for survival. Your environment seemed to push the two of you into a desperate co-dependency.

In an attempt to bring emotion back into your life, he had stolen an MP3 player and a pair of headphones for you while on a mission. Handing you the foreign device he explained, 'I'll teach you how it works, but this will help you learn to feel again.'

He was right. The hammering of drums paired with the zing of electric guitar surged you with adrenaline and provided that release for all the anger you've been harboring towards the organization that's brought you so much pain. The flow of emotion tied to each measure beautifully expressed by every section of a symphony brought you back to life.

You were no longer emotionless.

Hiding your precious music was a hefty task. You weren't allowed luxury as a child. You were a soldier, a tool. Music was a distraction. However, as you grew older your supervisors noticed how well you performed with music on your side. It kept you focused and motivated. They didn't like the emotion it elicited, since will-power meant possible rebellion, but they couldn't argue with your results.

Years of sparring with your MP3 in your pocket exposed it to brute force, beating it until it no longer sang to you. Often times, when you'd peel your sweat slicked clothes from your body for a shower, you'd find a deep bruise on your thigh in the shape of your music player.

After hearing of your love and almost unhealthy dependency on music, Aizawa gifted you a pair of wireless earbuds and a smartphone. He claimed he needed to be able to contact you at all times and that the earbuds just came with the phone, but there was a hidden relief in his eyes when he witnessed the small smile break through your stoic exterior while you gazed at the earbuds. Said earbuds playing one of your favorite songs as you near Principal Nezu's office.