[BNHA x Reader One Shots] Daydreaming

[Katsuki Bakugo] You Were Already Mine, Dumbass

Childhood friends! Katsuki Bakugo x [Female] Younger Sister! Takami! Reader
Requests; Open !

Genre; Fluff

Quirk; Blazing Plume

Type; Emitter/Mutant Hybrid

The user of Blazing Plume has large, feathered wings that allow for agile flight, similar to Hawks' wings, but with a unique twist: each feather can ignite with vibrant flames that change color depending on the user's emotional state. The flames range from soothing blue and calming green to fierce red, radiant yellow, or deep purple, depending on their mood.

The user can control the feathers individually, detaching and manipulating them to strike, defend, or assist others. When the feathers are lit, their potency increases, allowing for fiery attacks or even the creation of temporary fire barriers. The flames' intensity and effects vary with color—calm colors produce healing warmth, while intense colors bring destructive heat.

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"Kami-chan!" Kirishima called out, jogging over with a bright grin that matched his usual energetic demeanor. His voice broke through your conversation with Bakugo, who was mid-rant about perfecting your combat techniques. The sound of your name pulled you away from the intense focus on your childhood best friend, making you turn with a lighthearted smile.

"How can I help you, Kirishima?" you asked warmly, giving him your full attention. You were careful as you spun around, making sure to fold your wings slightly to avoid brushing anyone nearby. Your wings—feathers glowing subtly in response to your mood—had been quite the fascination in the class. Lately, some classmates had even asked to use your feathers for support in training, a request you'd gladly obliged.

Your expression was kind and open, head tilting slightly in curiosity. Kirishima, however, seemed to hesitate for a moment, his face flushing a soft red. He stood frozen under the weight of your golden, hawk-like gaze. It wasn't just your wings that caught attention in Class 1-A. You had inherited much of your older brother's striking appearance—the same sharp golden eyes, the same fierce yet magnetic presence. Though, in contrast to your intimidating looks, your personality was far kinder. You were a blend of fiery strength, playful teasing, and kindness.

Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly looking nervous, his hand fidgeting as he tried to find the right words. His usual bravado seemed to falter. Bakugo, standing nearby with his arms crossed, narrowed his eyes suspiciously, glaring at the redhead with impatience.