Rivals (k.Bakugou x Reader)

-35- Fierce Wings

Bakugou POV:

The situation felt too much like deja vu, we found ourselves searching for y/n and Hawks once again now that they've disappeared.

It was nearly midnight and Eijiro, Deku, Todoroki, and I were gathered in my office looking over notes and evidence we could pile together.

The situation was dire. Somewhere deep down we knew that All For One's plan was going to be a success. He had all his pieces in order; y/n, her parents, Shigaraki, we figured even Hawks played a part.

Deku leaned back in his chair and rubbed his face with his hands. "Damnit! Why can't we go five minutes without losing her?!" He shouted. He was usually pretty composed when it came to doing hero work but losing y/n once again was throwing him off.

Eijiro stood up and walked to the window, looking out of it over the city. "I don't know man... I hate this feeling though. Like we're failing..."

"That's because we are..." I said blankly.

"Huh?" He replied, turning to face me.

"I said that's cause we are damnit!" I stood and slammed my hands on the table. "Don't you three get it?! Y/n has the serum in her blood, All For One has y/n, A plus B equals we're fucked." I felt rage building inside of me, signaling me to calm myself.

"I'm going for a walk, you guys keep doing this shit." I said to the small crowd. They nodded and continued looking at the articles and spread sheets.

I walked out of my office after throwing on a jacket and made my way to the bottom of the building. "Ezra, cancel my fucking meetings!" I said to the young assistant.

"Oh uh, which ones sir?" He stutters.

I eyed him slowly and glared, making him tense up.

"All of them..."

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Y/n POV:

"Come on sweetheart, you got it. You just push the pedals with your feet like this... see one after the other." My father said, holding the back of my bike seat.

We were living in California... just on the west coast. He was teaching me how to ride the bike I got for Christmas that year. The air was chilly and smelt like icy wood. I remember loving the Christmas time so much when it would come every year that I would make my parents special gifts.

I didn't have any money but my cute face seemed to get the attention of people walking down the street. It sounds bad but pretending to be a homeless little girl was the least of my concerns. My parents were still villains and alot of bad people were out in the world, trying to get me.

One Christmas I got my mother a charm bracelet for a couple hundred US dollars. She wears it everyday as a reminder of me.

I kept drifting further and further down the street outside of our home. My bike was a little big for my seven year old body but my father helped me through it.

I rode and rode until I looked back to see he wasn't holding on to me anymore. He was roughly twenty feet away, clapping and cheering. I lost balance and fell to the hard, cold concrete. He runs over to me and kneels down.

"Daddy, I just cant keep the bike up." I said with a frown. He picks up my face and smiles brightly.

"I think I might have an idea... honey!" He calls for my mother. She jogs over in her thick jacket and scarf.