Game of Risks (Bakugou x Reader)

Chapter 1: The First Words

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"It's your first day of school, you're sweating, but everything's gonna be okay, I'm sure," Dme reassured me.

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My ears were ringing.

That was the sound I heard: ringing. I felt myself being pulled into a bright and warm light and then I found myself lying on a bed in a bedroom that was not my own. The details of my arrangement were classified. But I found myself sitting on the bed knowing that this room was now my own. Because I was granted a great privilege, and that privilege was mine.

"...Pick any book in this library and I will transport you to that world..."

A week before the U.A entrance exam I woke up here. I had questions, sure, but at the time I was too young and immature to really ask them.

​​​​​​​​​Most people would ridicule me if I told them just what had happened to me. You're crazy! -- That's exactly what they would say. Hell, if I heard it myself I would have thought I were crazy. So, if you want to hear the story of how everything went to shit, it's best to start from the very beginning, back when I thought everything was going to be a jolly good time. It would be best to start with the first words.

People would always talk about 'The First Words."

The first words you hear when you enter the doors to the classroom you spent years working towards entering are magical, they'd say.

"Welcome to the U.A!"

"You scored first on the entrance exam, right?"

"My quirk is cooler than yours."

Regardless as to how pointless the phrase might have been, it would be hard to erase from your memory. They stick in your mind for the remainder of your life. Some remember how they were welcomed with the bright smiles of their classmates while others remember the cheering from inside the classroom.

"Welcome, Akatsuki Mizuka!"

"Nice to meetcha, Suri Kizuto! You're a hero!"

These words resound in the memories of the pro heroes that graduated from the UA.

I couldn't believe the rumors, right? ​​​​​​I remember thinking as I sat alone in my room twirling my shadows around my finger and practicing braiding them to train. But back then I was an idiot, so I actually prepared myself. Because, apparently, the amount of all your training, effort, and perseverance, all become present in even those first words. I threw on my uniform and bolted out the door ten minutes early to avoid the cliqué 'I'm late for anime school!' scenario, opting to set my alarm clock for an hour before school and eating breakfast a good ten minutes before leaving. The walls of the U.A towered around me and I felt like a bug, the upper classmen chatting on their trip down the hallway. Although I would hate to admit it, my biggest fear wasn't the first day, it was getting lost. In fact, it took me so long to find my classroom, 1-A, due to my shitty pride that stopped me from asking anyone where it was, that it was mere minutes before the bell rang. I let out a sigh of relief as calmed my erratic breathing and stared at the gigantic door. We're all good. I thought, feeling nervous. Look normal. I thought as a straightened my slightly hunched back. I felt genuinely elated as I opened the door to hear what would be 'My First Words'.

"Who the fuck let you into high school? You look like a damn kindergartener."

I don't know what else I expected.