Strong | BnHA/MHA {Katsuki Bakugō x Reader} {Discontinued!}

4 | There's Plenty Of Punches To Go Around, Want One?

There was no rhyme, no reason, and no viable excuse for the unraveling crisis to be occurring.

Heavy, unmanageable commotion cloaked the moderately disconcerted atmosphere, tension weighing oppressively on (Y/n)'s cunning mind and squared shoulders. To her, chaos was as disturbingly familiar as her own skin – she was born in it, grew up in it, and brashly created it.

Therefore, no astonishment crossed (Y/n)'s unresponsive features as these havoc infused events unfolded. Her keen deduction was proving frighteningly accurate, (e/c) irises impassively scouring the massive expanse below, ignoring Aizawa's assertive demand to evacuate the building and call for supportive assistance.

Instead, she intensely watched him careen headlong into the escalating fray of accumulating villains severely outnumbered, her composed heart palpitating calmly. Since one teacher was thoroughly distracted, within fractions of a nonplussed second, peculiar black mist appeared atop the class's elevated platform leading to the sealed entrance, preventing everyone from safely escaping.

An unapologetic voice spoke directly behind (Y/n)'s vantage point. Insensitive words admitting the resolute desire to simply exterminate All Might reached her listening ears, yet, she withheld turning, smoothly jutting a hip to casually lean against the railing perimeter, giddily thankful none noticed her sudden absence. . . Or so she wrongly assumed.

Devious (e/c) encountered sinister scarlet, (Y/n) fearlessly sending the younger man garbed in cheerless umbra shades and repulsive disembodied hands an arrogant smirk. Despite the distance separating the two strangers, his psychotic eyes narrowed questioningly, halting all movement.

The League of Villains. . . What a pretentious name.

Unfortunately, (Y/n)'s immobile form became surrounded by a menacing, non-transparent, gaseous typhoon, her sight disappearing the instant she was deliberately transported elsewhere.

Immediately spirited away and nerves thunderstruck, (Y/n) sensed the unmistakable feeling of weightlessness, stomach nauseatingly plummeting as did she unwillingly. Dense air howled throughout (Y/n)'s sensitive eardrums, vision clearing before she instantaneously, and involuntarily, found herself observing the fast approaching ground.

Crooked, collapsed structures dappled the voluminous landscape (Y/n) soared toward. Thoughts swarming with infinite possibilities, her searching optics swiftly bolted everywhere, coolly analyzing several differentiating portals emerging from strange places and distributing additional classmates in randomized locations.

Raising a nonchalant eyebrow, (Y/n) quietly huffed, unimpressed, brazenly peering down at her current predicament of slowing her lethal, downward descent. She couldn't afford snapping any precious bones, so with little deliberation, obsidian wisps protectively flared from her tingling fingertips, ascending the length of her sleeved arms unrestrainedly, unquestionably incinerating the combustible material without difficulty. Boundless surges of adrenaline rhythmically breathed life into her poised limbs, veins igniting with the powerful essence of her disastrous Quirk.

Grin purely and guiltlessly wicked, (Y/n) breathily chuckled.

Bothersome swarms of nefarious villains had already started converging in multiple droves beneath where she would approximately land. Regardless, their sheer, bountiful number was definitely a underhanded tactic to overwhelm the students and instructors into total suppression.

(Y/n) perfectly understood the urgency accompanying these muddled circumstances, swiftly reaching for her middle digit to determinedly press a small, noticeable "x" decorating a plain ring she wore two consecutive counts. Satisfied her emergency device was activated, (Y/n) lithely twisted her midsection, beginning a dangerous spinning momentum counterclockwise right afterward.