╰┈➤ 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐍𝐎 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 ━━ ❝All these worries about villains and heroes... about quirks and the quirkless... when they should be worried about something far worse... me.❞
𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛- you, the once powerful and feared Control Devil, find your...
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The bus hummed steadily beneath you, carrying Class 1-B to the exam site, and the chatter of your classmates filled the air—a medley of excitement and nervous energy. Bright colors of hero costumes filled your vision—vivid reds, bold blues, shimmering greens—each one louder and more confident than the last.
You, though, stared out the window in silence, letting the blur of passing buildings melt into one another as their voices faded into a distant hum.
There was something comforting about the mundanity of it—the world rushing by in a softened palette, your reflection barely visible in the glass, a silent observer amidst the noise. The rhythmic thrum of the bus beneath you became a constant, grounding presence, almost like a heartbeat that lulled you into a place of neutrality.
The last few days had felt chaotic, a whirlwind that had barely let you breathe, and now, the gentle sway of the bus offered something rare: stillness.
After the written exam a few days ago, things had become a blur of training and exhaustion. Bakugo was relentless, begrudgingly asking you to come over and spar with him every day since.
At first, it was easy to write off his persistence as his usual determination, but a part of you wondered if it had something to do with Kaminari's boldness—his closeness to you in the infirmary, the way he had dared to touch you, oblivious to boundaries.
Maybe that had pushed Bakugo's buttons in a way that drove him to keep you near, as if proximity meant possession?
You sighed softly, letting the thought drift away as you returned to the passing view outside, the colors of the city blending together until they almost lost their meaning. The quiet hum of conversation around you was punctuated by excited bursts of laughter and the occasional clink of armor or utility belts.
Tetsutetsu was talking loudly about strategies, his hands waving animatedly while Fukidashi nodded along, equally eager. Awase and Kendo exchanged lighthearted banter, and Yui smiled faintly at something Pony said, the joy infectious despite your detachment.
Before you knew it, the bus came to a gradual stop, the doors hissing open as the driver announced your arrival.
You blinked, snapping out of your daze as everyone around you began to stand, the clamor of excitement amplifying as they filed out of the bus. You followed, moving with the group as you stepped down onto the pavement, the large arena looming before you.
The exam site was an expansive training ground—constructed to resemble a city in ruins. Crumbling buildings stretched out across the horizon, some leaning precariously, while others had entirely collapsed, their remains littering the streets.
