Feroz Amor (Bakugo x reader)

Chapter 91 - DO not ever bring the word 'brother'

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Y/n's POV

"I feel it!" All For One announced as he got up.

Dabi, Spinner, and Toga stood by my side. We knew what was bound to happen any second...

In less than a second, Shigaraki came crashing in. He took his chance and held All For One's face in the palm of his hand.

"Shigaraki, what's the meaning of this?!" All For One demanded. Shigaraki might have been in All For One's possession, but he took control in no time. Shigaraki used his new powers to exterminate All For One.

My eyes widened at the kind of power Shigaraki wielded. It sent shivers down Dabi's spine, along with Toga's and Spinner's.

"Alright, my friends, I smell fresh meat coming from those filthy walls."

"Are we heading out into the city?" Dabi asked.

My ears twitched. I looked behind me at the window showing the city view—I could hear Class 1A and the other remaining heroes heading into the city. I gulped.

It was finally time.

I looked down at my feet and took a moment to analyze my shoes, dirt covering them along with dry chunks of green. But then my mind conjured a vision of my nightmare.

Shigaraki kept talking, and I stood there, arms crossed, lost in thought and staring at the floor.

"Yes, we are. But I have a plan—remember, as much as Midoriya is an objective to me, we are also doing this to destroy what's remaining of heroism. So do not hesitate to take down any kid playing hero and, of course, any hero that comes in front of you."

Shigaraki's eyes met mine just in time. He made his way closer, trying to intimidate me, but I raised my chin, glaring straight at him.

"Y/n," looking at him without those hands around him or that awful cringy face he always had on was oddly different- he stood tall- like a real villain white long hair flowing from his face and red cape covering his back. "I'll repeat myself again just incase you forgot our deal- if you try any funny stuff out there or try to make a last-minute decision..." his face lowered a bit to my level. I glared and snarled more at his action and words because they were hitting a nerve "I'll end you and your brothers in a heartbeat- understood."

The corner of my top lip curled into a large snarl. "Just because you've put on big boy pants and finally feel like you're worth something doesn't mean you should let it get to your head. No me jodí en este basurero de mierda only for you to tell me I'm going to give up on this change."

He smirked. He was different; the old him wouldn't have let being called worthless slide so easily.

"Good to hear then" he turned around

"And another thing DO not ever bring the word 'brother' come out those chapped lips. If I have to I'll myself will take you down if you ever mention them again." He hears me and just adjusts his cape and walks away.

The others in the room were surprised at how quickly I snapped back at him, considering he was the one to be feared and the last person to make an enemy of at this moment.

Noticing their stares, I said, "If you guys have something else to say, spit it out. If not, get moving."

I knew exactly how this would play out, and it wasn't going to be pretty.

I went into the weapons room. Stepping inside that room completely changed my zone—I was locked into my objective. Just as I casted out my emotions from Fafnir, I casted out everyone who would be on the battlefield. I forgot about who I was facing, no longer giving it much importance.

I changed into spandex shorts and a black sports bra, then walked over to the metal tables filled with fighting supplies. I wrapped white bandage tape around my arms, hands, knees, and ankles.

At my locker, I put on my Black Blade costume. I placed the mask on the table, stocked up on knives, and tightened my gloves around my hands.

There was a strong possibility I'd have to reveal myself, either one-on-one or during battle with my powers—this costume would most likely end up as nothing more than fabric hanging on my body.

I still needed to make a good impression—verme chula antes de patiar culo.

I slipped in my sword between my two katanas behind my back and finally brought the mask down my face.