The dream had come back to him. It only came when he was having a rough day, or when you had simply corrupted his mind. Whatever the reason, he was fucking sick of it.
It started when Bakugou was roaming the halls of UA. He was a second-year then, bored of whatever mess Kaminari and Kirishima tried to get him into. It wasn't until he passed by his classroom door that he heard you.
"Please don't..." You cried.
His first instinct was to come to check on you. He peered through the crack door and saw you pressed into a wall, someone's hand pressing both your hands against the wall above your head.
Bakugou swung the door open. "Oi! What the fuck are you doing?"
A face with a sly grin turned around. Bakugou gritted his teeth.
It was Monoma. "Mind your business hot-headed freak. Everything's fine." Bakugou looked at your facial expression, tears fell down your face as you silently cried.
"Get away from her, now." He whispered.
Monoma laughed as if it were some sort of funny joke. "Get out of here before I tell Aizawa to ship your ass out of here. We wouldn't-" Monoma didn't get the chance to tell Aizawa anything.
Why?
Because Bakugou had practically leaped across desks and punch him over and over again in his face. The sound of bones breaking filled the room, along with blood all over his hands and the floor.
You ran up to Bakugou. "Katsuki, stop!" You yelled. "You're gonna kill him!" You tugged on his arms, and it wasn't until the fourth or fifth tug that he realized what he was doing. He let go of Monoma who ended up running out of the room.
Fuck that dream and fuck Monoma.
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You stared at your reflection in the mirror. Your hands were placed on your hips while you breathe controlled breaths. Your high ponytail was messy, and your forehead had beads of sweat running down it.
"Nice," Kirishima said tossing you a bottle of water. You caught the bottle and started taking as many gulps as you could.
Kirishima had escorted you to your training gym across town. You refused to miss a day of exercise, even if you did have a stalker. So, under Bakugou's request, Kirishima had to come along with you while he watched his agents install proper security into your home. You didn't mind, Kirishima made great company.
You have been slowly training your quirk to get better. You figured it would be smarter to start with the small stuff like teleportation and telekinesis before you move on to project your quirk onto others.
You successfully managed to teleport from the front door to the mirror you had now been at.
"So, what are you planning on doing with this place?" Kirishima asked.
"Well, after I bought this place, I intended on just using it as a gym for myself." You sit in a chair to catch your breath. "But thinking about it now, this place is a little too big for just one person, don't you think?"
Kirishima sits across from you. "I don't know what you're getting at, but if you want to make this a gym for two then I'm all in. The community training gym is horrible."
"You know you can visit anytime, Eijiro." You laugh. "But I think I wanna start training kids."
A/N: ole girl trynna teach kids to get their ass beat. IM KIDDING AHAHAHAH
no im not.
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أدب الهواةY/n's life was once great. She was the number one hero at the age of 17, her grades were amazing, everything was perfect. That is until one particular battle. Now with her quirk permanently damaged, Y/n decided that it'd be best to leave Japan and...
