✿ 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 ✿ Bakugo K. x Reader

✿ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ ✿

✿ ʏ/ɴ's ᴘᴏᴠ

Eraser Head has always been my favourite hero. I don't remember admiring a person more. While most six year olds had an obsession with Japan's symbol of peace, All Might, the only hero who really caught my attention was the underground Erasure legend.

He's always been so freaking cool.

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“Who's that, L/N-chan?” 

I flinched away as eight year old Midoriya Izuku peered down at my A4 colouring book. Round, green eyes curiously examined my crappy drawing of my favourite hero, with elongated, wobbly limbs and a scribble of black and yellow colour to finish it off.

“Eraser Head.” I mumbled, just loud enough for Midoriya to hear. I watched his eyebrows furrow in animated confusion, before his eyes lit up and met mine.

”Is he...a hero?"

“The best." I smiled at my piece of artwork, “H-Have you heard of him?”

“No.”

“Oh...”

"But heroes are really cool! So if he's a hero, then he's definitely amazing!" He blurted out. I had clapped my hands at his statement, nodding as my smile stretched wider.

”His quirk can stop bad guys from using their powers! How cool is that?!”

”Not as cool as All Might.”

“Just as cool as him!” I corrected the green haired boy, before pointing at my cartoon, “His quirk isn't flashy like All Might's, but he's so awesome! One day I hope-”

The sudden sound of an explosion interrupted my speech. In unison, Midoriya and I glanced over at Bakugo Katsuki, the first boy in our grade to have developed his quirk.

I felt my cheeks heat up as I gazed at the sandy haired boy.

”Bakugo says he wants to a be a hero too.” Midoriya twiddled his chubby thumbs and stared intently at me ,

“He's so cool....” I giggled to myself, watching my feet swing under the wooden bench we sat on.

”We can't fall behind!” Midoriya said, “I wanna be just as cool as Bakugo!”

”So do I." I agreed, ”If I get a quirk like his, then maybe... he'll like me too!”

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”So what is it, Y/N?!" Eleven year old Bakugo yelled as I scrambled towards the path by the river, “You think you're better than me now?! You think your cool?!”

That particular afternoon it was eerily cold. The air was frosty and biting, the ground glazed over and somewhat slippery. Bakugo had burned my mittens that day, so my fingers were number than ever. As I ran, I felt the blood rush to my face and pulse in my ears, drowning out the sounds of Bakugo and his friends' taunts and threats. 

I remember thinking - all I have to do is pass the river. Then I'll be home and forget this ever happened!

”S-Stop it, Bakugo-kun! Please...!” I had called desperately into the air as I rounded the corner, steadying myself as I skidded to the floor in my frenzy.

“Don't think for another second that you're all high and mighty! You're not! Do you hear me?!” He shrieked , storming towards my position by the river. I cowardly dropped to the floor and crawled backwards, breaths shallow and hurried as I fearfully watched his eyes. That day, I remember them being particularly dark. He was angry. Beyond angry. Apoplectic.