From The Ashes | Bakugo x Fem! Reader

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𝘍𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘛𝘰 𝘙𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘖𝘯

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The bell rang, its shrill sound cutting through the classroom and signaling the end of the morning session. Conversations immediately began to ripple through the class, chairs scraping as everyone prepared to head to lunch. But as the students gathered their things, Aizawa's voice broke through the noise.

"Yaoyorozu, Todoroki, Midoriya, (Y/n)," he called out, his voice even but firm. "Stay behind for a moment."

His words were like a pin in a balloon. Conversations paused, students froze mid-movement, exchanging confused glances as they tried to decipher what this could mean. Bakugo's eyes narrowed, gaze flickering between Aizawa and the group he'd named. His frown deepened, his skepticism and slight curiosity almost palpable. With an irritated huff, he shoved his books into his bag and stomped out, but not without casting one last hard look back over his shoulder.

The rest of the class gradually filed out, several students throwing glances of curiosity over their shoulders, their questions unspoken but obvious. Uraraka offered a small wave to her friends left behind, and Iida gave an encouraging nod. The door clicked shut behind them, leaving the classroom in a quiet, suspended silence.

Aizawa gestured for the four students to come closer, motioning toward the front row of desks. They exchanged quick glances but moved forward, settling into seats with their eyes fixed on their teacher, waiting.

Once they were all seated, Aizawa crossed his arms and leaned against the edge of the desk, looking at each of them carefully. "None of you are in trouble," he began, his tone softening slightly to ease any tension. "I asked you to stay because there's something important I want to discuss with you. This is a favor, and, more importantly, a responsibility."

He paused, watching as each of them absorbed his words, their expressions shifting from curiosity to a more serious, attentive focus. "This involves (Y/n) specifically, but I want you all to be aware of what we're planning. Principal Nezu, All Might, and I have discussed how we can help Reader transition into the program and get her caught up to where she needs to be." His gaze settled on Todoroki first. "I'd like you to help her, Todoroki."

Todoroki sat up a little straighter, meeting Aizawa's gaze with a quiet intensity. Aizawa's expression softened, just barely. "You've had to learn the balance between two opposing quirks," he explained, nodding at Todoroki's scar as a subtle reminder of the inner struggles he'd overcome. "Since (Y/n) has to manage two sides of her quirk that are very different in nature, you're a fitting candidate to help her understand the delicate balance it requires."

He folded his arms, leaning forward slightly. "Her Oblivion side is powerful, dangerous even, if not managed properly—like your fire was when you were still learning. We'll be present during these training sessions, either myself or All Might, but I believe you'll have unique insights to share with her."

Todoroki's face remained calm, but there was a hint of resolve in his gaze as he considered the task. "Alright," he agreed, voice level. "I'll do it. I'll teach her what I can."

Aizawa nodded in appreciation before shifting his gaze to Momo, who sat with her hands folded neatly in her lap, a look of calm curiosity on her face. "Yaoyorozu," he said, "you're top of the class academically, and you have a solid grasp of everything we've covered so far. (Y/n) has a lot to catch up on, and while I've given her the main material to study, I want you to guide her, help test her, make sure she understands it."

A small smile spread across Momo's face, and she nodded graciously. "Of course, Mr.Aizawa. I'd be happy to help," she replied, glancing at the reader with warm reassurance. "We'll go over everything together. It's a lot, but we'll take it one step at a time."

Aizawa gave her an approving nod before turning his attention to Izuku, whose eager eyes were practically sparkling. Izuku was leaning forward in his seat, fingers gripping the edge of the desk, his expression a mix of excitement and determination.

"Midoriya," Aizawa began, his tone softening slightly as he addressed him. "I'm asking a lot of you, but you're the right person for this task. I want you to help (Y/n) with quirk analysis and strategy. After school, during training sessions, I'd like you to focus on combat efficiency and control techniques."

Izuku's eyes widened, but he didn't hesitate. "Yes, Mr.Aizawa! I'll do everything I can," he said, his voice filled with an earnest intensity. "I understand how challenging it can be to control a quirk that causes physical strain. I think I can help her avoid that pain while learning to use her quirk effectively."

Aizawa's expression softened further, something almost like pride flickering in his eyes. "You've come a long way with your own control, and I know your empathy will help teach her ways to keep herself grounded when things get difficult."

The reader watched her friends respond, her heart swelling with a mix of gratitude and awe. She looked from Todoroki's calm resolve to Momo's warm assurance to Izuku's wholehearted enthusiasm, and felt incredibly lucky to have their support.

"Thank you," she said earnestly, her voice quiet but filled with gratitude. "I know you all have your own work to focus on, so I really appreciate this. I know it's extra effort."

Before she could finish, Momo shook her head with a reassuring smile. "It's our pleasure. Reviewing things with a friend is always helpful, and besides, it's nice to have someone to study with."

Izuku nodded eagerly, practically radiating excitement. "Absolutely! This will be a great refresher, and it's much more fun when we can all learn together."

Todoroki, who had been quietly observing, finally spoke, his tone thoughtful but resolute. "I've learned that teamwork is essential here. We're all working toward the same goal, after all." He turned to her, his gaze steady and intense. "But make no mistake—I still intend to be the top hero. One day, we'll have to spar, so I can see what you're made of."

The reader felt a spark of excitement at the quiet challenge in his voice. "A little rivalry doesn't sound so bad," she replied, grinning. "I look forward to it."

Aizawa straightened, looking at each of them with a rare, quiet pride. "Good. You're all dismissed for lunch. Thank you for your willingness to help."

As they stepped into the hallway, Momo and Izuku launched into an animated conversation about possible study sessions and training exercises. Momo's laughter mixed with Izuku's excited chatter, filling the corridor with a warmth that chased away the lingering tension from earlier. Todoroki walked quietly beside them, but there was a trace of something softer in his expression—a quiet respect, perhaps, for how (Y/n) was handling all of this new responsibility.

As the group made their way toward the cafeteria, (Y/n) felt a surge of hope and determination. She had allies, friends who were willing to stand by her, to support her, and to guide her as she found her place among them. For the first time in a long while, she felt a sense of belonging.

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