Katsuki Bakugo is haunted by dreams of a mysterious girl whose dark allure pulls him deeper into a web of obsession. Unbeknownst to him, the girl is Nanami haruki, a skilled underground villain who thrives on negative emotions and is fixated on him...
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❥𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊𝒃𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒈𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒐𝒇𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒃𝒆𝒅, glaring at the dimly lit room around him as if the pale light of the moon could somehow explain what the hell was going on in his head. His fists clenched at his sides, frustration bubbling beneath his skin. For weeks now, the same dream had replayed itself like a broken record—haunting him with shadows and whispers that refused to go away.
She was always there. This girl—no, this phantom—flitting through the corners of his mind, her face blurred but her presence unmistakable. He couldn't see her clearly, but he could feel her. Her eyes—dark and piercing—watched him from afar, and no matter how hard he tried to focus, she would vanish the moment he got close. It was maddening.
He hadn't told anyone, of course. Hell no. He wasn't about to admit to anyone, least of all his classmates, that some random dream was messing with his head. He was Katsuki Bakugo—strong, relentless, and not one to be rattled by some ridiculous vision. But there was no denying the grip it had on him. Every night, she was there. Waiting.
"Dammit," he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. He couldn't shake the feeling that she wasn't just a dream—that somehow, she existed beyond the shadows of his mind.
But that was insane, right?
Bakugo sighed heavily, standing up and stretching his arms, trying to dispel the tension that had been coiled within him for days. Training had become his only escape, the only time he could channel the storm raging inside him into something tangible. But even that didn't help as much as it used to. No matter how much energy he expelled, the lingering sense of her stayed with him, like a phantom in the back of his mind, taunting him.
He grabbed his jacket and left his dorm, stepping into the cool night air. He needed to clear his head, and if that meant walking around the campus until his legs ached, so be it.
The path leading to the training grounds was quiet, save for the soft rustling of leaves in the breeze. It was peaceful, something Bakugo rarely ever stopped to appreciate. He preferred the heat of battle, the adrenaline rush that came with explosions, chaos, and victory. But tonight, the stillness was welcome. He needed the calm, even if it was temporary.
His thoughts wandered as he trudged along the path, replaying the fragments of the dream he could remember. The dreams always started the same way: her shadowy figure standing at the edge of his vision, always just far enough that he couldn't reach her. Then, as soon as he got close, she'd disappear into thin air, leaving him with nothing but the overwhelming sensation that she was real—that she was watching him, waiting for him.
His jaw tightened at the thought. Maybe he was losing it. Maybe he was pushing himself too hard. But somehow, deep down, he knew that wasn't it. The girl in his dreams wasn't just a figment of his imagination. She was something more. Someone more.
He had seen her. Not just in his dreams, but at the Sports Festival. A flash of dark hair, a familiar gaze that sent a jolt of recognition through him. It had happened so fast he couldn't be sure, but it was enough to send his mind spinning. Had she been there? Watching him? Or was it just his imagination playing tricks on him?
"Get a grip," Bakugo muttered to himself, kicking at a loose stone on the path. He couldn't afford to lose focus now. There were bigger things to worry about—like becoming the number one hero. That was his goal, his only goal. But then why did his mind keep dragging him back to her? Why couldn't he shake the feeling that she was out there, waiting for him to find her?
His footsteps slowed as he approached the training grounds, the faint glow of the floodlights illuminating the empty field. It was late, too late for anyone else to be around. Good. He didn't need anyone seeing him like this—troubled, distracted, confused. That wasn't who he was.
And yet...
He stopped in his tracks, his breath catching in his throat. There—just beyond the lights, standing in the shadow of the trees—was her.
Bakugo's heart skipped a beat. It couldn't be real. She couldn't be real. And yet, there she was—silent, unmoving, watching him with those dark, piercing eyes. The same eyes that had been haunting his dreams for weeks.
For a split second, everything else faded away. The world around him disappeared, and all that remained was the girl, her gaze locked onto his. His mind screamed at him to move, to say something, to do something, but his body refused to listen. He was frozen, trapped in the weight of the moment.
Then, as quickly as she appeared, she was gone.
Bakugo blinked, his breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps as he searched the darkness for any sign of her. But there was nothing. Just shadows. Just silence. He cursed under his breath, his fists clenching at his sides.
"Who the hell are you?" he growled into the empty night, his voice low and filled with frustration.
No answer came, but Bakugo knew one thing for sure—she was no dream. And he wasn't going to rest until he found out exactly who she was. ❤︎︎
