when y/n was young, she had been born into a family of renowned devil hunters. unlike most, she lived in a tribe, not a city. she didn't go to school, but instead studied under the tribes monks. from the moment she could walk she was conditioned to...
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❞⁀➷♡'ˎ˗ "the thing is, you're a person. a human."
"that was kind of insane?" you mumble, eating a slice of your tamagoyaki while sitting across from bakugo. thankfully, you had been given 45 minutes of of a lunch period so the 15 minutes you wasted listening into todoroki and midoriya's conversation as if it was the most interesting reality tv show you'd ever seen, which, by the way... seeing tv that isn't in black and white these days is definitely one of your favorite things out of the others you've seen in this whole 'time travel to another dimension' situation.
"damn deku..." bakugo grumbles, putting his hand over his mouth in thought. he huffs, dragging his fingers down his face with a huff. "he's connected to all might somehow, that much is certain. the question is, how?" you mutter, leaning in as you tap your chopsticks against the table curiously. he leans in as well, muttering back to you.
"i don't have a fucking clue. i grew up beside that scrawny dork and i couldn't figure out something that icyhot bastard picked apart in less than a month." bakugo mutters, and you lean back with a tap to your chin with your fingertip. "okay, well... what if it only happened recently?" you pitch curiously. "you're saying there's nothing you noticed suddenly change after knowing him since elementary school? i mean, really it doesn't make sense for it to have been going on without you picking up on any sudden details if todoroki figured it out in a month, like you said." you suggest further, trying to help the guy without making him feel patronized. he puts his chin in his hand in thought. he hasn't touched his food.
"that nerd did start acting strange in our last year in junior high. idiot would zone out in class muttering to himself. it wasn't all that unusual for him to run his mouth so much, but..." he seems to be in thought for a moment. you eye his untouched tray and tap the edge with your chopsticks. "you'd probably have an easier time recalling if you ate something, plus you should make sure you--" he cuts you off. "yeah, yeah! don't nag me, woman!" you scoff lightly, partially amused as he listened to you despite yapping about your nagging.
you two eat in silence for a minute, and he suddenly speaks up. "how the hell could some grunt go from just a quirkless wannabe to the disciple of all might in a little under a year?" he mutters, sounding utterly frustrated. "well, with a quirk, for starters." he gives you a short glare and you raise your hands in mock surrender with a small smile. "kidding, kind of. i don't know, think about it."
devils give their power to humans in exchange for contracts. you aren't the most informed on how quirks work, so making a suggestion like this could earn you some crazy looks. but really, if devil powers and quirks aren't all that different, than why wouldn't it make sense?
"maybe he got his quirk from a--" you cut yourself off. what were you going to say? from a devil? that was absurd. and even if it was possible, bakugo wouldn't understand a word you were saying and knowing him, would probably call you an idiot and get up and walk away. you clear your throat. "another person, maybe?" you throw in, a desperate attempt to save yourself from embarrassment.
