Tomura Shigaraki – POV
This place is too clean for what we are. Warm lighting, polished bottles, brick walls. It feels like pretending. Like wearing a hero's smile over rotting teeth. Kurogiri stands behind the bar, wiping the same glass he's been polishing for ten minutes. He says it's about image.
I don't care about image. I care about results.
I tap the counter with four fingers. Just four. Always four. The fifth itches. Wants to destroy.
Where the hell is the information guy?
The door creaks open, cutting through the quiet with a gust of stale smoke and arrogance. Giran strolls in like this place belongs to him. It doesn't.
But finally he is here.
"I've got something for you," he says, too casual, already digging in his coat. "Figured you'd want this first."
He tosses a thick folder onto the bar. It lands with a satisfying thump. I open it.
U.A. Students – Potential Targets / Recruits Sports Festival.
Photos. Quirk summaries. Weak points.
I flip through them.
Izuku Midoriya
Quirk: Power
Notes: All Might's protégé. Obsessive. Bleeding-heart hero complex.
I scoff.
"Too much like him. Too righteous. He won't bend—yet. But he'll shatter when the time's right."
Shoto Todoroki
Quirk: Half-Cold Half-Hot
Notes: Endeavor's son. Ice in his blood. Mind like a chessboard.
"He's already made his choice. Boring. Might have to kill him just to get him out of the way."
Katsuki Bakugo
Quirk: Explosion
Notes: Anger with legs. No leash. No allies. Raw fire.
I pause.
"That one's cracked. All he needs is the right hit, and he'll fall apart—or explode beautifully."
Y/N Todoroki
Quirk: Ice Flames
Notes: Ex-Hero 'Amethyst.' Daughter of Endeavor. Emotionally unstable. Close to Bakugo.
"Push her... and she'll either snap—or drag him down with her."
I close the folder.
That's when Giran grins wider and says, "And I brought you two prospects."
The door opens again.
The tall one walks like the world burned down behind him and he's the one who lit the match. Black coat, metal staples holding him together like regret. Eyes dead, voice silent.
And then her. Bouncing in like a schoolgirl who forgot she's not supposed to be cute with blood on her chin. Blonde hair in messy buns, a sailor uniform, and that smile—wide, cracked, hungry.
I tense. My fingers twitch against the wood.
Not what I asked for.
"Giran," I say, voice low, "I told you to find people. Not throw strays at my feet."
He shrugs. "You wanted chaos."
"They're freaks."
He grins. "Aren't we all?"
Kurogiri shifts forward, always the calm between storms. "Let's at least hear them out," he says smoothly. "They made the effort to find us. That alone deserves time."
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Amethyst. (Katsuki Bakugo x Reader)
FanfictionI'm the fourth of five Todoroki children. Not the prodigy. Not the favorite. Just the one who stayed quiet. Who followed orders. Who stepped into the fire when no one else would. For almost two years, I fought as a licensed Pro-Hero. I wore the name...
