╰┈➤ 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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A faint buzz of chatter and clinking plates lingered in your ears as you exited the dining hall. The smell of grilled fish and freshly steamed rice still clung to the air, mingling with the earthiness of pine trees outside. Dinner with Class 1-A had been... lively, to say the least.
You hadn't planned on eating with them, but Bakugo's stubborn insistence and lack of patience had left you with no choice but to sit among the Bakusquad.
It started with a begrudging invitation from Kirishima, who flashed his trademark grin as he scooted over to make room for you. Beside him, Ashido waved you over enthusiastically, practically glowing with excitement. Sero leaned back in his chair with a relaxed smirk, teasing Kaminari about something inconsequential—no doubt some blunder during the forest trek.
And then there was Bakugo, his crimson gaze flicking to you from across the table as if expecting you to make a fuss about the seating arrangement. When you didn't, his lips twitched upward in something almost resembling approval.
The meal itself had been a blur of casual banter, good-natured ribbing, and the occasional burst of laughter—Ashido spilling water down the front of her shirt, Kaminari's wide-eyed panic when he thought he bit into wasabi, and Kirishima's endless attempts to get Bakugo to "say something nice about the food."
You'd mostly stayed quiet, observing the way the group interacted. Their camaraderie was loud, messy, and strangely endearing. It was different from Class 1-B, but not in a bad way.
You hadn't realized how much time had passed until Pixie-Bob clapped her hands together, announcing that dinner was officially over and it was time to head back to the cabins. With a low sigh, you had excused yourself, ignoring Bakugo's sharp, "Be sure to get some rest," as you slipped out the door.
The path leading to Class 1-B's cabin was quiet, the forest alive with the sound of cicadas and the occasional rustle of leaves. The night air was cool against your skin, a welcome change from the day's humidity. You adjusted your duffel bag on your shoulder, the weight of the day's events pressing down like an invisible burden.
By the time you reached the girls' cabin, the soft glow of light spilling from the windows told you that the others were already settled in. You pushed the door open, the warmth inside greeting you like a hug, and froze.
The scene before you was... unexpected.
A few of your classmates were scattered around the room, already deep into their nighttime routines.
Yui sat cross-legged on her futon, quietly flipping through a small paperback book. Komori was perched near the corner, carefully untangling the ends of her pink hair. Shiozaki was kneeling by her bed, hands clasped in silent prayer, while Pony sat on the floor nearby, rubbing lotion into her arms.
