Ignite {A Bakugou x Fem Reader Story}

Chapter Thirty One

Today was the last day of Intensive Training and your body was feeling it. Getting out of bed this morning was a struggle in and of itself. Spending most of last night eating junk and watching movies with Mina was worth it in the moment but not at this moment. You sigh as you close your locker door in the girls' changing rooms.
Mina drags herself over to you and turns, pointing towards the unzipped zipper on her back. You zip up her zipper and pat her on the back with a laugh.

Momo enters and pulls her costume out of the locker, "Last day! It seems like we've been in Intensive Training for months."
Uraraka groans from the bench beside you, "My stomach has never suffered this much."
You rub her back gently, "I'm sorry. That must suck."
She perks up, "It's gotten a lot better though! So that's progress!"
Hagakure closes her locker, "Everyone is progressing so much! It's so cool to watch."

You have to swallow down the unsettling feeling creeping in at Hagakure's comment. You'd gotten extremely well at working on your ultimate move, 'Elemental Storm'. That is, using the three elements simultaneously in an attack move until you can manage to muster up the fire element. Your shoulders sag a bit at the thought that despite having unlocked the use of your fire, you've yet to be able to use that power in combat. You pull gently at the new fabric of your updated costume. Hatsume had been generous enough to replicate your initial design with fireproof fabric and it had even improved your mobility. You bite down on your bottom lip, frustration eating away at your confidence.

"Time to go!" Momo adjusts her belt before pushing the door leading into Gym Gamma.
"Good luck, girls!" Hagakure cheers before walking out alongside Jirou and Tsu.
Uraraka pats her stomach and pushes out the door, Mina giggling beside her.
You groan as you crack your knuckles and hope that today, the last day of training, you will complete your ultimate move.
You swing the door open to the gym and find everyone already in their respected areas of the gym throwing attack after attack.
"How are you doing, kid?"
You spin to find your father leaning against the wall between the entrances to the gym from the two changing rooms.
You put on a smile, "Great!"
Aizawa scoffs, "Please, that wasn't believable in the slightest."
He pushes off the wall and walks over to where you like to practice. The two of you walk past Iida sprinting, Bakugou's explosions, and Todoroki's ice and fire attacks. You push your arms down, sending you flying up to the cement landing you choose to train on. The air spirit sets you down gently as your father swings himself up with his binding cloth.
"Let's see what you've got." He takes a seat against a cement formation.

You take a deep breath and steady yourself before calling upon all four elemental spirits within you. You lift your palms up at your sides and your feet lift up and off the floor. Once in the air, you punch your knuckles together and spikes of cement rise up from the once smooth surface. Shards of cement break off and spin around you. You take another deep breath as you glide your arms through the space before you. Water spills out of the pouch at your waist and turns quickly around you, the gentle element becoming as sharp as a blade. Your heart begins to thump within your chest and your stomach turns with anxiety.

You close your eyes as you summon the fire within you. Your muscles tighten as you are met with nothingness. Your eyes close tighter and your brows furrow as you try again.
Memories flash within the darkness behind your eyelids.
Bakugou disappearing in a purple mist.
Your biological parents appearing before you.
Your fists clench at your sides. The memories come crashing like a flood.
Aizawa impaled by your biological father's attack.
His lifeless body beneath you.
Tears force themselves out of your closed lids and a whimper escapes your throat. Still, the flames don't come.

You swear you hear someone calling your name.
It sounds almost exactly like the time your father cheered you on as he let go of the bike and you peddled forward on your own. Or like when the skateboard slid out from under you and you landed hard on your knees. Your dad called out for you as he ran over and swept you swiftly up into his arms. The first time your name was ever said with love had been when your father said it. Year after year, day after day, your father has never once shown you anything other than love. He is there for you always and you know it. You count on it. No matter what, you will always have him.