𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 - 𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒈.𝒏. 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

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You were aware of Bakugo's cruelty, but never thought it would extend to this. His explosions were purposedly activated close to your ears, as you tried to defend your lover, Izuku Midoriya, from Katsuki's bullying, the loud sound of his explosions making you feel as if your ears would pop out of your head, a quacky headache along with an unbearable noise confusing your senses. You had to put your hands on your ears to try and make it stop, the sounds faded out in the background. You felt as if Izuku took you by the arm and dragged you away when your eyes changed from (e/c) to red, ready to fuck up Katsuki, even in pain. He made you sit on the teacher's chair of an empty classroom, his hands taking your face and analyzing your state worriedly, tears starting to form. You knew just how naturally worried your lover was, so you took him by his forearms and made him sit in your lap, just hugging him close. The headache had lessened, but you still couldn't hear everything clearly. You caressed the greenette's hips in a try to calm him down, not wanting him to start crying. Your partner was the kindest soul you've ever met, and as you held him close, you smiled a bit, not regretful about defending him in the slightest. Even though he didn't have a quirk, you were sure that no one in this world would be more capable of becoming a hero than him, you just had to wait and see. You also expected that the partial deafness was temporary, or else you would have to fuck up an explosive bitch.

When your uncle called after years of not being in touch, you were confused. Jinpachi Ego had the audacity of not even saying good morning at the beginning of the call, straight up talking about what he needed from you. He needed an intruder, someone he could trust and that could blend with the dozens of young football players who would be part of his experiment, and periodically report everything to him. You turned it off at his face, anger growing on you as your uncle thought you were a puppet for his experiments. He didn't give up on trying to convince you, and eventually, he got what he wanted. You had resigned from playing football a long time ago, being trained by himself in the past, but now it looked like you would have to get back. You were disgusted but not surprised at how selfish and morally dubious most of them were, and the biggest troublemaker on your team, was Meguru Bachira, the one that insisted on following you around. For the sake of your "mission", you had to act a bit differently from the usual, and be as close to the players as you could, but your discontent about everything turned bigger around Bachira. He seemed to be purposely rilling you up, and your patience was running thin. It came to a breaking point when in a training, he constantly aimed the ball at your face and ruined your passes and kicks. After the game, your hand gripped his arm, forcefully bringing him to a more secluded area and slamming him against the wall. You weren't caring if it hurt him, your fingers entangling themselves on his hair, gripping tightly on it, and making him look directly at you. You were about to threaten him, but the involuntary moan that left his throat when you treated him so roughly made you stop in your tracks. 'The masochist bitch did it all on purpose?', you thought, tugging his hair again, just to see him bite his lip, his throat vibrating in an almost purr. "You are a fucking slut.", you whispered in his ear, seeing his face assume a red color. Your fingers left his strands, departing from him and walking away, leaving a disappointed and aroused boy behind. His plan almost worked, so he just had to try harder to really make you become the beast he craved to see, and that you hid so deeply inside of you. He smiled a bit, seeing you going away, knowing that he will get what he wants.