❝ 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐬... ❞
-in which a girl comes across the webs of the underworld, handled by three life beings that belong to another realm. now she has to deal with a...
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𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞? 𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞
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Bakugou was seething.
Anyone within a couple feet away could see the visible fume disperse from his ears, as he glared at the curly-haired boy in pure hatred and rage, as if he watched him single-handedly take the one thing he loved most in life.
WHAT THE FUCK...!! A QUIRK MANIFESTS BY THE AGE OF 4 AT LATEST!!!
"What's the meaning of this..."
"HEY!!" Bakugo was quick to yell at the boy, catching Izuku's petrified figure. The boy was already shaken up by his teacher's empty insults, he didn't need anyone else telling him where he belonged or what he deserved. And that's just what Bakugou was going to tell him. "WHAT IS THIS DEKU!? EXPLAIN IT SHITRAG!" Bakugou charged at the boy with fully ill intentions, activating his quirk. His shoes pressed against the dirt as he trudged forwards.
"UWAAAAAA!!!" Izuku yelped seeing Bakugou's intimidating run towards him, before a couple of Aizawa's ropes pulled the blonde ticking time bomb into place. "GAH!! GUHHH... Shit's this cloth? I can't...!!"
"It's my special "capturing weapon," a steel wire alloy woven with carbon nanofibers! Jeez, stop making me use my quirk so much," Aizawa complained, pulling the blonde into a more composed stance. "I've got dry eye, dammit!" He tugged his alloy weapon capturer back, releasing the bitter-mouthed blonde boy.
"We're wasting time, prepare for the next trial." Their teacher brushed his shoulder off.
[NAME] stood between all the commotion. She only recently wiped her tears off after Tsuyu asked if she was alright since she noticed her tears. She herself didn't even think she could cry. Why was she crying. She didn't know. She didn't even know if she wanted to know. Being a disciple of death was tiresome. This girl came to that inevitable conclusion not too long ago.
"It's...Nothing..." [NAME] replied, hoping Tsuyu won't fret over it any longer. She nodded, sighing. It was obvious [NAME] wasn't very open about her emotions, and she understood that quite quickly. She didn't budge her for it, she respected boundaries after all.
