1 week and 3 days ago
Two hooded men walked amongst the bustling crowds of a city. Neon light and streaks of fog hitting the pavement, they walked masked by chattering teens and tight-stitched businessmen.
New scars itched the youngest one's forearms, on top of that an unbearable pain clenched the nape of his neck, yet he trudged forward with knitted fist and clenched teeth. The taller man walking beside him was accustomed to his own charred skin, looking like Frankenstein's prune-coloured monster.
Approaching a desolate warehouse, the younger one seemed hesitant to walk through the door slid open for him- a swift kick to his ass sent him stumbling forward with a growl.
"On the roof, get up there." The oldest pointed up toward the eerie skylight, casting the moon's yellow-tinted light upon scurrying rats and oil-canisters scrunched up like soda cans.
The smell of oil was thick, the young boy clamped a hand over his nose and made his way up the creaky, metal staircase.
Rusty rattling of chains below meant the doors were padlocked securely. Exhaling a long-held breath, M/n let it puff past his lips and unveiled his face from the hood concealing him.
The roof's door slamming shut jolted him, as the lanky figure walked forward releasing the cloth from his head. Streetlights below emboldened Dabi's jaw and under-eye bags, his piercing turquoise eyes barely swathed in darkness.
"Well," Dabi grunted, "Hurry up. Not exactly getting paid for this, ya little asshole."
Shrugging off his hoodie, M/n's arms fluctuated like amber traffic lights, in no time he was blazing white from fingertip to shoulder. He took a stance as Dabi stood a good few metres away, arms folded unimpressed.
"Tch, all of it dumbass." The villain crooned with a grit in his impatient voice, "You've been using your arms since you could wipe your ass- I want all of it."
Sucking in a harsh breath, M/n nodded to his shoes, feeling like an idiot. Why was it so hard to automatically go for what he's been practicing? Why did he always fall back on his primary outlet? Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. No wonder people get fed up telling you the same thing over and over- get it through your thick skull.
"In your own time asshat. God, did you even hear-"
"I heard you, I heard you! Just- just gimme a minute-" the heat sizzled his collar bones and latched on like melting leeches.
"Stop wincing, you look like a baby! Can't handle his own fucking quirk cuz he's a baby, aw-" Dabi mocked, no trace of a smile on his crispy face.
"I can! Don't rush me!" M/n squeezed his eyes shut tighter. It's like pulling at thorns, it hurts but I can't stop until something blooms from it, I want to stop, but if I do, I risk reopening all my wounds. Find it within yourself- Dig! Dig!
"In a real fight you'd be crushed by now! Wasting time crying over something you should've had down years ago- that damn association was holding you back! For once in your life do something useful, you stupid idiot!" Dabi seethed, smoke pouring from his slack jaw, practically drooling with mockery, "DO SOMETHING!"
"I'M FUCKING TRYING!" And just like that, the hands of the devil shot through mediocre grave dirt and grabbed Bakugou M/n by the throat. His spine, neck, face, eyeballs- every singular whisper of hair including the ones stuck in his head since birth- blazed alive like a solar concoction.
From his hips, shooting through his thighs, to the joints of his ankles, to his pinky-toes, he seared like a falling star. White, ethereal, and possibly the cause of a hole in the O-zone layer.
He burned so bright, Dabi whipped a hand to shield his eyes, spluttering at the wave of intense heat that burned holes in his cloak and made his layer of skin and staples bubble like butter in a pan.
"Turn it down before you catch unwanted attention, idiot!" Dabi screamed, tongue blistering as soon as he opened his mouth.
"Ah!" a timid voice struck him, "Sorry, sorry! I'm sorry- oh, geez, ack!" The boy began patting himself down, the white heat sucked in its lolling waves of steam as he gradually mellowed to yellow.
From hands to head, he shone a blurry yellow, like the flicker of a passing car. Dabi brought out his own blue flames that danced like a language, a song, a paint-splash from his palms and surrounded him like an anti-religious aura.
Panting, M/n looked up into his temporary mentor's face. Not a trace of pride appeared on that man, M/n's expectant face fell like a stone as he berated himself. You were expecting a well done? Don't be hopeful, you're still so goddamn useless.
"That took way too long, pipsqueak." Dabi's tone made the young ash-blond flinch, "Anger may provoke you to enlarge the scale of your quirk, but your timing is sloppy. You need to do it-" he snapped his fingers, "just like that. Got it?"
Still looking at the ground, M/n winced as he felt a wet trickle slip down his shoulder to his waist. Was it sweat or blood? He couldn't tell.
Eyes scanning the horizon for helicopters, Dabi nodded to himself in confirmation.
"We have about three minutes or so before we haul ass to another location." He threw the boy a sharp look. "Do it again."
Rubbing his shoulders, M/n straightened up, yellow mixing into a tough, white glow.
"Okay."
くコ:彡
Present time- U.A sports festival
Relentless, oceanic waves of fire crashed up the sides of the arena like high tide, the crowd fumbling for seats higher up as flickers of red and yellow exploded like a bonfire.
"This is crazy!" Present Mic yelled hoarsely, tinted eye-glasses slipping to the bottom of his nose, tickling his moustache, "Todoroki of Class 1-A is burning up his opponent with his left-side, going at it again and again- will he ever falter?"
Eraserhead strained his eyes over the electronic board as much as he could, peering beyond the plexiglass protecting himself and Mic from the hellish scene below.
Scanning the orange swarm, he couldn't see Bakugou's figure. It seemed Todoroki didn't trust his ice to freeze the older boy's quirk, as after their first altercation in which Bakugou had shocked the crowd by causing a huge explosion, he's tried an onslaught of ice attacks.
Through each one M/n would simply hold up his palm, and a hole fit for him to walk through would appear, or he'd swipe an iceberg away and it would turn to liquid mid-air.
Where are you, boy? Aizawa still strained to see if Bakugou was still standing in this packed tornado of dragon's breath. Get yourself a higher-ground if you want to at least not look beaten up when you lose. He winced at his undermining thoughts. Mic raised an eyebrow when his colleague released a down-trodden sigh.
"Bakugou!" The bandaged up teacher's voice rang loud for the second time of the event. "You can make it out of the eye of the storm! You know your worth, stupid boy! Now extend it- use all of what you can give yourself!" And with that he fell back into his seat, breathing heavily and tiredly from his burst of... whatever that was.
Mic's glasses fell onto the floor with a clatter as he rolled himself away from the glass and, unbelievably, the microphone.
"What?" Aizawa huffed frustratingly, "My compassion scared you that much- I don't care about him." He lied, "He needs Todoroki to stop showing off-"
"Shut up, Zawa." Mic whispered shakily, eyes glued beyond the glass frame.
"Excuse me?'
"I said..." Never had Aizawa seen his friend get words lodged in his throat. Following Mic's wavering line of sight, he caught something breaking through the fire, like a... like a light, of some sort?
A bright, grinning, light form.
Sad character development comes in the form of M/n dropping "Ogey" to "Okay" when he's formal or scared.
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Aniki // bnha x Bakugou!twin reader// ‼️Ended ‼️
Fanfiction"No matter what, I'm a brother first. And a proud one at that." Bakugou M/n is a wise boy and an even greater hero-to-be. however, he's got one loud ass brother to look after. but he's used to it, looking after everyone before himself. to the point...
