"𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘪'𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩."
╰┈ ➤ katsuki bakugo x fem!reader ☆彡
╭┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ ⋆.ೃ࿔*
˗ˏˋ 𝐅𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 ˊˎ˗
in which (l/n) fakes a relationship with
bakugo to make her ex, todoroki, jeal...
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CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE ❛ taken ❜
YOU CURSED UNDER your breath, pressing the ice-pack you held against your busted lip. You sat on the sidewalk directly under a lamppost, which dimly illuminated your dark surroundings. Although it was against the rules, you decided to take a midnight stroll to get some fresh air. You felt as if your work-studies would never come to an end. It's already been a rough few days for you and Tokoyami, which consisted of constant sparring, as well as busting a few measly criminals. Your body ached like hell, and in all honesty, you were ready to return to UA. Tokoyami remained in his room, overcome with exhaustion from sparring with Hawks. You didn't blame him one bit, and were beginning to envy the students that weren't participating in the work-studies program.
The students of 1-A were talking— apparently Midoriya, Uraraka, Asui, and Kirishima were involved in some serious hero business. You let out a sigh, wondering if they were just as exhausted as you were. At least they were getting the real pro-hero experience. Hawks wasn't involved in any top-secret missions like they were— how boring. Suddenly, you could barely make out crying coming from the alleyway across the street from you. The cry resembled a little girl, who couldn't be older than ten. You left your ice-pack on the sidewalk, certain you would walk back to where you sat. Rising to your feet, you hesitated, before heading across the street and approaching the alleyway. You may get in trouble if caught, but if there was really a little girl in danger, you didn't want to sit back and ignore it. Hell— maybe you'd get bonus points and a slap on the wrist for saving some kid on your own.
"Is anybody there?" You called out, holding up a flaming hand. The dumpster overflowed with bags of trash, and garbage littered the floor. The stench of blood was strong— and it made your stomach turn. Something was seriously wrong here. Inching your way deeper into the alleyway, you saw the source of the cries. A child as young as seven was standing at the end, facing the brick building. She slowly turned at the sound of your footsteps, her swollen eyes peeking from behind her snow-white hair. She hugged herself tightly, clearing searching for some sort of comfort. There were blood splatters littering the area, and beside her was the corpse of a young man. Her eyes were filled with fear, but not for herself— for you.
"Run ..." She whispered, tears streaming down her face. "They'll kill you." You stumbled backwards in fear, checking your surroundings for the culprit. Looking down from the roof of the building was a man, his face shadowed by the moonlight behind him. As you readied your fists, a voice took you by surprise.
"You shouldn't have come here." Spinning around, you locked eyes with another man, who wore a large, green coat with purple fur, and a large red plague mask that covered the lower half of his face. Although he appeared sickly, he was still much taller than you, and his aura was prominent.
"W-What's going on .." You questioned, holding up flaming fists. He began to walk forward— slowly, but menacingly. Punching the air, you sent fiery projectiles toward the strange man. The ground began to warp, shooting up from its position to act as a shield for him. That must've been his quirk; being able to manipulate the surrounding area. You sent a fiery kick toward the man, using more power than usual, blasting through his make-shift shield and sending him flying.
"You're finished!!" Shit, you forgot about the man above!! Before you could look up, something wrapped itself around your neck. You were pulled off your feet, clawing desperately at your neck as the strings tightened. Weak flames seeped from your fingertips, but the strength at which you were being asphyxiated made it difficult to use the full extent of your quirk— let alone move.
"You'll never escape from my puppeteer strings, don't bother!" The man above cackled to himself, tightening the strings that squeezed your neck. They began digging deeper into your flesh, blood slowly oozing from the wounds. Your vision grew splotchy, and your ears began to ring. Before you knew it, your body grew limp, and you lost complete consciousness. The strings retracted immediately, dropping your body with a loud thud.
"Great work, Puppeteer. Although, you could've did that sooner." The masked man approached your body, grabbing a fistful of your hair and lifting you up to eye-level. His golden orbs glared daggers into your face. "You wanna-be heroes— always meddling in business that isn't yours. You'll make the perfect test-dummy for the bullets, or maybe I'll just kill you in front of the rest of those UA fucks."
☆彡
"Fucking hell— wake up!!"
Your eyes fluttered open, and were met with a bright light that blinded you. Squinting your eyes, you attempted to examine your surroundings, but your vision was much too foggy to focus. There were outlines of people surrounding you— towering over you in a threatening manner.
"She's bleeding!! How amazing~" A sickeningly sweet voice cooed, and you felt soft hands brushing against your oozing wounds. What was going on?! Struggling against your restraints, you were unsuccessful every time. The wounds you received made it far too difficult to escape, and your neck pulsating with a stinging pain that left you unable to speak. All you could do was cry, your head falling in defeat. What was going to happen to you?! Would you see your family again?? Would you see your friends?!
