Powerful {Bakugou x Reader}

Decay

A burning sensation explodes through my back. My skin disintegrates, causing me to collapse with pain. I turn my head around while healing my back, but my body is still shaking at the sudden injury.

It's the villain leader, glaring down at me. Whatever his Quirk is, it's dangerous. I quickly dodge his touch as he springs towards me. I'm too scared of his power to Plunder it. But if I don't, he could hurt someone else.

I slowly face him, activating my Quirk.

"Trying to be brave?" He smirks.

I raise my fists and lower my body into a fighting stance. "Yes."

He comes at me again, this time I meet him halfway. At first contact, I take his Quirk, analyzing it and jumping back out of reach. Touching anything with five fingers will cause it to disintegrate. I shudder at the thought of the skin on my back disintegrating and revealing the muscle and veins underneath.

This time I charge at him, grabbing his shoulder and disintegrating his shirt. He pulls back before I can do any more damage.

He realizes he can't win, now that All Might is here and Nomu is down. Seething with rage, he backs away into a portal that opened up behind him and disappears.

I look down at my hand, realizing that I now have his Quirk. It's quite powerful, maybe I should just keep it? I'm sure that can't do too much harm. It's certainly a dangerous Quirk that can kill easily, but it has many other uses, like disarming a villain or breaking through barriers.

"Are you okay?" asks All Might, appearing beside me.

"Yes, I'm fine. Is everyone else okay?" I look around the USJ at my classmates. No one seems gravely injured, except Aizawa of course.

"The students are fine," he replies, before rushing to Aizawa to get him medical attention.

God, I didn't expect to be fighting villains already. The ones I fought with Kirishima and Bakugo were weaklings, but their numbers made them hard to deal with. Especially for a bunch of kids! Of course I've had experience with this, but I doubt anyone else has fought villains before. I'm surprised everyone made it out okay. Those villains were trying to kill us for sure. But I've never heard of this League of Villains. Are they a new group? And why would they attack so recklessly? What was their motive?

"Hey, you fucking scared me there," I hear from behind me as a hand grips my shoulder.

My usual calm self seems to disappear, replaced by something else as I grip the wrist and spin around, activating the decay quirk.

I release the wrist before anything bad happens, stepping back as my self control returns. What the hell was that? I question myself.

"Oi, are you alright?" I look up to see it was Bakugo who I almost disintegrated. He's rubbing his wrist.

"A-ah, yeah I'm fine." I turn away, embarrassed at the sudden odd outburst. It must just be from the shock of what just happened. I'm probably just tensed up a little.

"You sure? You're acting a little fucking weird."

"Yeah, I'm okay. Thanks, by the way. For going along with my plan and all," I say with a shaky smile, still unnerved by the villains. What did they want with our class?

"I would've been able to handle them by myself," he mutters.

I laugh a little. "Believe what you want." I watch him turn his head away. I think I just imagined a ghost of a smile on his face...?

"(L/n)-san! Are you alright?" Says Midoriya, running over to me.

"Yeah, thanks for asking. I'm glad the teachers came when they did, things would've gotten out of hand if the villains didn't retreat." I may be a good fighter, but I didn't grow up protecting people. Fighting is a whole lot harder when you have to be aware not to hurt the people around you.

"But when you came in and started stealing their Quirks! They were completely thrown off guard, and I even got a punch in. I don't know what would've happened without you there."

I smile sheepishly at the compliment. "All Might showed up pretty quickly though. Also what I did was reckless, even if the outcome was good," I admit. What I did was definitely wrong, it would've been best to stall until the heroes came instead of taking action myself. But rarely have I ever relied on others.

When I was very young, after my Quirk manifested, my father didn't let me near another living thing. He had never predicted what my Quirk would be, and since I was too young to comprehend exactly how my Quirk worked, if I activated it it would essentially send someone into genetic turmoil. The first person to have witnessed it first hand was my father. The day my Quirk manifested, I had accidentally activated it while holding his hand. Only his hand got messed up, but it was really bad. Like, really, really bad. It was horrific. His skin cells died, revealing the tendons and muscle underneath, his hand warped so much that it didn't even look like a hand anymore. I remember his scream so clearly, and how he pushed me away from him, looking completely horrified. That day he created a makeshift hand using his Quirk. As long as his Quirk was activated, he could move the atomic structure of the substance he was using so it would work like a real hand.

But from that day on, I wasn't allowed to touch anyone until I learned to control it. Well... not touch anyone working for my dad. Heroes and innocent bystanders were fair game, in fact I was taken out on missions when I was old enough to tell the difference between who my dad wanted me to hurt and who shouldn't be touched.

My dad immediately had me go through training after that. I was to learn everything there is to know about genetics. It was harsh, especially for a child. I had hundreds of textbooks and workbooks he wanted me to get through in two years. No breaks were allowed. My daily routine was barely barely enough to keep my mind working. Minimal sleep, minimal food, I even had to study while I was in the shower.

I thought that every other kid had to do what I did, which made me resent the world from an early age. Of course my father would tell me that I had to get stronger quickly if I wanted to "fix" the world.

But now here I am, going against anything I have ever believed before. Now I'm trying to preserve the society I once hated.

I have to reluctantly admit though, that training and studying I did was extremely beneficial. Of course it was hard, and many innocent people died when I would test out what I learned on them. But now I have full control over my power, and I know my every strongpoint and my every weakness.

Or do I?

Author's Note: SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER TO COME OUT I hit a writers block somewhere in the beginning and I just broke through it a couple days ago, but I've finally finished! Don't worry I won't go on another hiatus that long.