𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗌 || K. Bakugo x reader

Eenie, Meenie, Miney, Moe

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(Previously)

I was jolted out of my thoughts when I saw Shigaraki rushing towards Y/n, his hand poised to collide with Y/n's face.

'Fuck'

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(All Mights Pov)

I turned around, upon hearing a deafening boom.

"MOVE OUT OF MY WAY ALL MIGHT"

"Young Bakugo..."

Bakugo released an explosion aimed at Shigaraki. Hitting him bang in the face. The strength of the explosion blew Shigaraki into a wall.

Bakugo, fueled by adrenaline and determination, launched himself at Shigaraki, his palms crackling with raw, explosive energy. He aimed a fierce punch at Shigaraki, his fist enveloped in a explosion. Shigaraki, recovering from the previous explosion, quickly regained his footing and dodged the attack, his crimson eyes narrowed in concentration.

But Bakugo was relentless. He followed up with a rapid series of explosive punches, each one powerful enough to send shockwaves through the air.

Shigaraki parried and dodged, his movements just a blur to the naked eye. The two clashed in a violent dance, the sound of their battle resonating throughout the area.

Suddenly, Bakugo, with a swift movement, landed a direct hit on Shigaraki, sending him flying back with a loud explosion. Bakugo stood his ground, his chest heaving, his eyes never leaving Shigaraki.

I felt a pang of shame. Despite bearing the title of the number one hero, I found myself standing on the sidelines while children were left to fend for themselves in the face of danger. I felt a deep sense of responsibility and regret, questioning my worthiness of the title bestowed upon me.

Without warning, Y/n sprang into action. Their attention was entirely focused on Shigaraki, their gaze intense and unwavering. They dashed across the villains hideouts, which was now a battlefield with the speed of a cheetah, their footsteps barely making a sound. As they came into the scene, I spotted Bakugo, who was panting heavily yet still ablaze with an unyielding spirit of combat. His clothes were singed and his face smeared with soot, but his eyes were filled with an undying determination that was as bright as the explosions he commanded.

Y/n, without uttering a single word, positioned themselves next to Bakugo, their presence alone communicating their shared resolve to face the enemy. Their collective determination was so strong that it seemed to electrify the air around them, creating a palpable tension that was felt by everyone present. They stood side by side, their stances mirroring each other, an unspoken promise passing between them. Their eyes never left Shigaraki.

Their alliance shifted the dynamics of the fight. Now, it was not just Bakugo against Shigaraki— it was Y/n and Bakugo. They stood together, ready to fight, their combined strength creating a formidable force. The stakes of the battle were raised, the outcome now more uncertain than ever. The fight had taken a thrilling new turn.

With a shared nod, Y/n and Bakugo launched themselves at Shigaraki. Y/n moved with a swift grace, her every action calculated and precise. Bakugo, on the other hand, was a force of raw power and unrelenting fury. His explosions were louder, brighter, more intense than before.

Shigaraki met their combined assault with a smirk, clearly undeterred by the sudden change in numbers. He moved with an unnatural speed, every motion a deadly dance of evasion and attack. His hand shot out, aiming for Y/n, but Bakugo was faster. An explosion erupted from his palm, sending Shigaraki skidding backwards.

But Y/n was not idle. They took advantage of the momentary distraction and attacked, their movements swift and deadly. But Shigaraki was not an easy opponent. He dodged their attack, retaliating with a swift blow, but Y/n was quicker. They dodged, countering with a powerful kick that sent Shigaraki sprawling.

The fight was a whirlwind of motion, each attack met with a counter, each counter with another attack. Y/n and Bakugo moved seamlessly together, their attacks a well-choreographed dance of destruction. It was clear they were fighting as one, their movements synchronized, their shared determination fueling their relentless attack.

But Shigaraki was not defeated yet. He stood, brushing off the dust, his smirk wider than before. "Is that all you got?" he taunted, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. But Y/n and Bakugo were far from done. Their eyes met, a silent agreement passing between them. They attacked again, their combined might an unstoppable force. The fight was far from over.

Or atleast thats what they thought.

Suddenly, Shigaraki reached into his back pocket and pulled out a gun, a sinister grin spreading across his face. "You think you've got it all figured out, don't you?" he taunted, his voice dripping with malice. He held up the gun, his grin widening as he saw the shock register on their faces.

"These are not ordinary bullets," he explained, a cruel chuckle escaping his lips. "They are quirk-cancelling bullets, a little gift from Overhaul. Best part is I've gotten someone to upgrade these bullets so that it can also kill, but if you do survive, we can only hope you don't, your quirk would still be gone. Now let's see how well you fare without your precious quirks."

Shigaraki's grin widened as the two future heroes froze in fear. "Who should I shoot? Hmm... tough choice," he mused, his voice dripping with malicious intent. "Well, this calls for a game of eenie, meenie, miney, moe."

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sorry for the long break guys 😓😓