Viel Of Scales: The Dragons Ascension

Bakugo's Egg-Streme tactic.

Bakugo's Bedroom - Evening

The room looked like a tornado had rolled through it. Dirty clothes were flung on every piece of furniture, textbooks and old All Might merch cluttered the floor, and there was an ominous burn mark on the wall that Bakugo swore wasn't his fault.

In the middle of this chaos, Bakugo sat cross-legged on the floor, his red eyes glaring daggers at Egg-Izuku, who was nestled snugly in a "nest" of mismatched socks on the desk.

"You know what your problem is, Nerd?" Bakugo jabbed a finger at the egg like it had personally offended him. "You're the laziest damn egg I've ever met."

Egg-Izuku didn't respond, obviously. It gleamed quietly under the desk lamp, radiating an aura of unbothered smugness (or at least, that's how Bakugo saw it).

"Yeah, I said it. Lazy," Bakugo continued, his voice rising. "You've been sitting there for years, doing jack. Eight freakin' years! You don't talk, you can't use that quirk of yours, and you sure as hell don't hatch!"

He stood up abruptly, knocking over an empty water bottle with his foot. Pacing back and forth, Bakugo waved his arms dramatically like he was giving the egg a TED Talk. "Don't think I've forgotten how you dodged my explosion in that egg-form of yours the other day! You've got power in there, Deku-I know it. But no! You'd rather sit on your fat, oval ass while I do all the work!"

He stopped pacing and turned, glaring at the egg as if it might suddenly jump up and argue back. The egg, of course, stayed silent, its stillness somehow adding insult to injury.

At the lack of response, Bakugo groaned. "Well, I've had enough. You wanna hatch? Fine. You're gonna earn it. No more sitting around."

He stomped to his closet, yanking out a black hoodie and slinging a tattered scarf around his neck like he was prepping for a dramatic hero debut. Reaching under his bed, he pulled out a battle-scarred backpack, reinforced with duct tape and sheer spite. Carefully, he stuffed Egg-Izuku inside, zipping the bag just enough to leave a small gap.

Smirking, Bakugo slung the bag over his shoulder. "Starting tonight, we will fight any fucking villain that comes across us, and by that, I mean we will actively search for those extras!"

With that, he stomped out of his room, his boots thudding like war drums.

A Back Alley - Midnight

The alley reeked of stale garbage and oil. The only light came from a flickering streetlamp that looked like it might give up on life any second. Two low-level thugs huddled near a dumpster, hunched over a bag stuffed with stolen cash.

The first thug, a lanky man with s small beard and the self-proclaimed name "Windbreath," was counting the money, muttering under his breath. His partner, "Misdirect," casually leaned against the wall.

From the shadows, Bakugo crouched low, the faint scent of burnt fabric wafting from his hoodie. He adjusted the straps of his backpack and whispered to Egg-Izuku, "This is it. Time to stop being useless. Let's give these losers a night they'll never forget."

Straightening up, he stepped into the light, his smirk glowing brighter than the streetlamp.

"Oi, losers! Hand over the cash, or you're getting scrambled!"

Windbreath squinted at him, his eyebrows scrunching together in confusion. "Who's this brat? You lost, kid? And I'm not a loser; I'm Windbreath, a level E villain!"

Bakugo's smirk widened. "Lost? Nah. I'm here to introduce you to my partner, Egghead!" He pointed dramatically at the backpack.

Windbreath's face twisted with amusement. "What, you got a pet chicken in there? Hey, Misdirect! This kid's insane. Better knock him out before he causes some trouble."

Misdirect, a wiry man in a tracksuit, cracked his knuckles, grinning. "Got it. Kid looks like he needs a nap anyway."

Bakugo's red eyes narrowed, small explosions crackling in his palms. "I dare you to say that again. Do it, and you're fried! Nerd, let's show 'em what we're made of!"

Without warning, Bakugo hurled Egg-Izuku straight at Windbreath's face. The egg flew through the air in a perfect arc and hit him with a loud THUNK.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" Windbreath stumbled backward, clutching his head. "Did he just throw a freakin' egg at me?!"

Bakugo charged at Misdirect, releasing an mid-sized explosion at his chest that sent the thug flying into a pile of trash bags. Egg-Izuku rolled back to Bakugo's feet, completely unharmed, as always.

Crouching down, Bakugo gave the egg a proud pat. "Nice job, Nerd! You're finally pulling your weight."

Just as he stood up, Misdirect blurred forward in a burst of speed, landing a punch square on Bakugo's back.

Bakugo barely flinched, glancing over his shoulder with a cocky grin. "Your punch didn't do batshit! GO FU-GAH!"

Mid-sentence, Bakugo crumpled to the ground, clutching his groin in agony.

Misdirect smirked, brushing off his jacket that was slightly burned due to Bakugo's explosion, "My quirk is great for bastards like you! It's called 'Misdirect'. Whenever I punch someone, I can redirect the impact to any part of their body. For example, I punched your back, but the impact hit your gro-"

Before he could finish his villain monologue, Bakugo hurled Egg-Izuku at his face like a deadly missile. The egg struck true, knocking Misdirect out cold.

Bakugo groaned as he stood up, clutching his stomach. "Damn quirk... stupid nerds... whatever." He tied up both villains with a rope he found lying near the dumpster.

The distant wail of police sirens reached his ears.

"Time to bounce," Bakugo muttered, stuffing Egg-Izuku back into the backpack. "Can't have these losers ruining our streak."

With one last look at the unconscious thugs, Bakugo disappeared into the shadows.

The Next Morning - Bakugo's Living Room

Bakugo lounged in a massage chair, the faint hum of the machine drowning out the morning birds. Egg-Izuku was nestled comfortably in his lap, wrapped in a tea towel that Bakugo insisted was for "protection."

The TV blared with the morning news.

The anchor, a stiff man with a comb-over, announced, "Last night, two low-level criminals were apprehended in Musutafu after an apparent scuffle. Witnesses reported explosions and strange sounds, but no one saw the perpetrators."

The screen cut to footage of the bruised thugs being escorted into a police van.

Windbreath, still holding his bandaged head, yelled at the camera, "I don't know who it was! All I know is something hit me-hard. It was round, like an egg or somethin'!"

His partner, Misdirect, rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Nah, man, it was probably some kinda quirk. That's all it was. Just a quirk!"

Bakugo snickered, switching off the TV. He glanced down at Egg-Izuku with a proud grin.

"See that, Deku? We're already making headlines. Keep this up, and you'll hatch in no time."

The egg tilted slightly in its towel cocoon, as if acknowledging its genius mentor.

What Bakugo failed to acknowledge was the slight crack on the bottom of the egg.

Authors Note: Hey guys so I tried to make this chapter a little more detailed, as it was suggested to me it took more time because I had to open the dictionary every few mins to find the words I was looking for, but anyways if you liked the chapter please do consider supporting the story, constructive criticism is appreciated, I will probably make Izuku hatch soon, comment if you liked the story. Peace ✌️.

[Side note: should I make the chapters bigger? Currently, I'm pulling an average of 1,200 words or something; how long should the chapters be at a minimum?]

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