when y/n was young, she had been born into a family of renowned devil hunters. unlike most, she lived in a tribe, not a city. she didn't go to school, but instead studied under the tribes monks. from the moment she could walk she was conditioned to...
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❞⁀➷♡'ˎ˗ "dumbass."
"this is gonna be great! i'm so glad we're all going together." ojiro smiles, looking up at his classmates. iida, midoriya, and kaminari stand in a circle in front of his desk. "looks like we're gonna be at the training camp a full week!" iida says, reading off the pamphlet. midoriya's standing beside him, reading it from over his shoulder. "i've gotta find a bigger suitcase." he remarks to himself aloud. "yeah, i don't even have a bathing suit. guess i need to buy some stuff." kaminari adds, shrugging a bit.
mineta pops up out of nowhere. "like nightvision goggles!"
"since we're off tomorrow, and we finally finished exams, i have the best idea!" hagakure cheers, standing beside shoji and tokoyami. "why doesn't class 1-a go shopping together?!"
"hey, yeah! we've never hung out as a class before!" kaminari encourages, smiling as he glances at ochako who grins and nods in agreement. kirishima turns, glancing at bakugo who's leaving early as usual. "i can't think of anything more annoying." he spits casually, not even bothering to turn around as he walks off.
"will you come, todoroki?" midoriya asks, and todoroki shakes his head. "i visit my mom on days off." he rejects calmly. mineta opens his mouth to complain about something when jirou suddenly speaks up. "uh, nah. i'm not going either. not unless they let y/n out of the infirmary room. it feels wrong going out as a class when one of our classmates can't come along." she says, resting her cheek in her hand. yaomomo nods in agreement. "in that case, we'll visit her and see if she can come." she suggests, and jirou nods contentedly. "that sounds good to me."
the door slides open in front of you, and you quickly cling to the wall to avoid being seen. you had come here after school ended in hopes of telling everyone the truth, but... they're all in such a good mood it seems. it would be unfair to spoil it with such horrible news. besides, you weren't able to work up the courage to open the door, let alone—
"the fuck are you doing standing out here?" bakugo asks, raising a brow at you as he stares you down. you let out a noise of surprise that devolves into a nervous laugh. "what, me? i was just... going to... clean my desk...?" you mumble, looking unsure.
"bakugo!" kirishima calls, and you freeze up. he's coming out here! no, you're not ready to tell everyone. you spin on your heel, ready to bolt, but katsuki grabs your wrist and pulls you to stand in front of him. then, leans with one shoulder against the wall, so that kirishima would only see his back upon walking out the door. before you can blink, he's holding his phone to his ear.
"talking to my mom, shitty hair. mind your own damn business." he replies calmly, and kirishima laughs. "hi, mrs. bakugo!" he calls over, and bakugo gives him a look. "fuck off!" kirishima trots back into the classroom with a laugh, and you let out a long sigh. bakugo clicks his tongue in annoyance, releasing your wrist. "next time, quit lurkin' like a damn creep." he replies, but he doesn't move away. as if he's waiting for an explanation.
