Smoke and Embers | Bakugo x reader fanfic

Prolouge

Authors Note: Please give this until part 3. 

Getting through the storyline and introductions takes a bit.

It's worth the read.

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Hey! Its Altera here, my real name is Y/N L/N. My quirk? Alteration: I can alter any form of matter, however I please, whether it be a solid, liquid, or gas. 

 So to put it simply, my quirk is god damn incredible. 

 My hero work has consumed me throughout my entire high school experience. I was quickly climbing up the ranks until I realized hero work in America feels like an episode of The Kardashians. 

 Sometimes, they even stage the crimes so paparazzi can take live-action shots for their next Insta photo. 

 Hero work in the States is about how you look or how your costume fits, but never really about why you want to be a hero. I hated having to worry about whether I was taking down an actual villain or an actor craving some screen time with a shiny quirk. 

 Sure, people always said I was pretty damn hot, but apparently, I have a mouth on me, making it impossible for me to even have a lick of screen time. Without screen time, it's basically impossible to become a hero. 

 So, after working as a side-kick in an intense 2-year hero course program, my master insisted I apply to UA University as soon as possible. I thought hard about the decision, but after saving up some money, I bought a plane ticket to Japan to live with my aunt and begin my first real step in becoming a heroine! 

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 A 10-hour plane ride will really throw you in a loop, but nothing can ruin Japan in the spring.

 The air was crisp as I got in my taxi to my Aunt's house. Pink cherry blossoms covered the curved roads of Japan. 

 Coming from a small town, nothing could have prepared me for the neighborhood we were entering. Grand houses lined the streets. Most of them were bland and plain, Square and dramatic; these damn rich people have no taste. 

When we pulled into my aunt's driveway, her house was just as dramatic as the rest of them... because the golden lions at the gate were really necessary. 

So, here I am, pulling up to my fancy rich aunt's house, wearing PJ pants and a [fav band] tank top, smelling like BO and plane air. 

 I was still on the sidewalk as the taxi drove off. 

 Before I could even walk up the steps to this mansion, I saw a door open from the house across from me. Curious to see who I'll be living next from now on, I take a glance. 

A man with spikey blonde hair steps out, seeming angry about the fact he is taking out the trash. 

 I can't help but stare; he slams his foot with every step he takes. The more I look at him, the more I realize he's really fine. 

His arms and his legs look great! With a physic like that, he must go to UA. 

My thoughts were cut short. "Take a picture. It'll last longer. Freak!" he screams, slamming his trash bag into the bin. 

 I laugh, mostly out of embarrassment. "Just never seen a grown man acting so pissed about taking out the trash" 

 The boy is already back at the door now. "YOU'RE TRASH." and slammed the door so loud that the dogs down the road started to bark.

 ? ok 

 I went to open the door, but my aunt beat me to it. "Darling!! It's been too long! Way too long!" Suddenly, I find myself in a bear hug.