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★ (Y/n) = Your name
★ (h/c) = hair color
★ (e/c) = eye color
★ (s/c) = skin color
★ (f/c) = favorite color
Italics = someone's inner thoughts
Italicized words center-aligned with or without "quotations" = regular narration, and/or someone speaking – both forms of writing are meant to narrate the past without ruining the immersion in certain instances throughout the story, however, there will be exceptions as you will soon find out.
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What does it take to make a Hero?
Perhaps this simple question had always bothered (Y/n), incessantly bugged her curious mind, because she never truly understood the glorified word. Hero. At first, she played along with the other naive, innocent children, intentionally admiring and idolizing the superpowered men and women just to fit in for the moment, but, inwardly, she felt next to nothing except peaceful indifference when her calm, (e/c) irises scanned their differing, ostentatious appearances. One thing was certain, she never had a full understanding.
Professional heroes, in her personal opinion, looked ridiculous while they flaunted themselves and were far too sensationalized. They, despite having individually recognized talents thanks to their Quirks that made them seem somewhat different from the common populace, were human as well.
Granted, (Y/n) had no immediate qualms with the heroic popular figures in general, maybe a mild distaste that someone experienced when looking at something particularly unpleasant, but overall, they held zero importance to her.
That was until everything changed. Not too suddenly, but gradually, like a bad storm.
At the tender age of three, (Y/n) first noticed rather unjarring adjustment in her mentality when
Frigid, twilight air playfully nipped at her flushed cheeks, whipping back her shoulder-length (h/c) locks as she sprinted forward.
The city's luminescent lights reflected off her mischievous (e/c) irises, the smug grin curling up her lips a testament that she had achieved what she set out for only hours ago. (Y/n)'s erratic heartbeat ran faster than she, the addictive thrill a sweet taste she could never get enough of.
"Thief, stop right there," echoed behind her, the owner bellowing out obscenities in their blind anger. "Just you wait, a hero will be here any second, you filthy brat!"
They're threatening me with a hero? Well, then, let's see if they can keep up.
The reason for their rage was currently clenched between her teeth, a small coin purse, the expensive contents clinking together in a discordant rhythm – a beautiful sound to her greedy ears.
The streets were deserted at this inactive time of night, so she didn't need to uselessly worry about innocent bystanders becoming an obstacle in her escape, but that also meant inconspicuously blending in with a large crowd wasn't the most reasonable option, either.
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Strong | BnHA/MHA {Katsuki Bakugō x Reader} {Discontinued!}
FanfictionFight for your freedom, you're more than a pawn, and we'll make sure the world knows what we truly are when we're through kicking ass, they'll have no choice but to call...
