Pure Strength ~ Katsuki Bakugo x Reader x Shoto Todoroki

Chapter 21~ Training Camp (Pt. 2)

*I've ran out of pics sooooo...

A beam of light shot out of my palm as I winced at the heat. It was almost unbearable, but I decided to go a little further. I charged up my other hand and raised it to form a wider beam.

At this point smoke was rising from my palms, so I dunked them in the barrel of cold water next to me.

Our supervisors, the Wild Wild Pussycats, with 2 new members, Ragdoll and Tiger, decided to wake us at dawn to have us train. And they really had us train like soldiers.

Aizawa had demonstrated how we've barely improved since the first day, making Katsuku throw a ball using his quirk. Denki explained that they did this on the first day, and that Katsuki's results were almost identical.

I spot Class 1-B arriving from the forest, Vlad King leading them. A figure suddenly whizzed past me.

"SORRY (L/N)!" Iida exclaimed, zooming away. I sighed and continued training, pulling my (now numb) hands out from the water. Geez, I really underestimated how cold Shoto's power can be, it's freezing! And I only asked for cold water.

I raised my arms and shot a barrage of lasers, going as long as I could, before plunging my arms back in the barrel. This was gonna be a long day.
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After that nightmare of a training session, we were ordered to cook our own dinner, to which most of us were very unenthusiastic about.

I spot the guys having some trouble with the fire. A whole of unlit cooking stations and nothing to light them with. I decided to step in, placing both hands in and gathered light, heating the wood up till flames were seen.

"Thanks (Y/N)! Sero exclaimed, giving me a thumbs up. I returned it and moved to the next one. Katsuki attempted to help but just ended up charring the wood.

Shoto stepped in and lit the wood with ease cause well duh, his quirk is perfect. He lit up the last one and stood up, probably going to do something else.

I stood up too, now without any work. I guess I could cut up some veg? I picked up a knife and asked the others what they needed. They mentioned that they were running low on potatoes.

Alright. Potatoes then. I picked up multiple just to claim them and started chopping.

"Woah! How did you get so good with a knife, Bakugo?" Uraraka's voice exclaimed. I glanced to the side and indeed, Katsuki was chopping up a storm.

"MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS!" He yelled, loud as usual. "Must've picked up from Mitsuki," I muttered, continuing to chop. His mom was always the chef among our moms.

I wiped my brow as I put down my knife. That was a lot of potatoes. I looked up to see students from both classes slowing down their work, probably cause it was almost done.

We finished up and layed out the dishes. A bowl of rice for each person and two pots of curry for each of the 3 long tables.

We wolfed down the food like yesterday, hungry as ever. It wasn't great, but it wasn't bad as well, probably cause Katsuki was playing Gordon Ramsay while we were cooking and yelled at people that the rice was, and I quote, "like eating a bowl of enlarged grains of sand".

We quickly finished up our meals, cleaning the dishes before we prepared ourselves for bed. As I was walking back from the bathrooms, I bumped into a certain someone.

"Oh, sorry Shoto," I apologised, giving a slight bow before continuing forward.

"Wait," Shoto said suddenly, grabbing my arm. "Yeah?" I replied turning around. A scared, yet shocked expression draped across his face, a cold sweat running down his forehead. His eyes widened as he snapped out of his worry.

"Oh, i-it's nothing. I'm just...seeing things," he muttered, letting go of my arm. Huh, he's never reacted this way before. Stress maybe?

"Alright then, but tell me if you need anything," I offered, turning back around. Again, the feeling of dread overcame me. Something wasn't right, but I couldn't see what, and the scariest part is...

Anything could happen.

Shoto's Pov (haven't done these in a while)

"Uh, yeah, will do," I mumbled, heading to the bathrooms.

I could've sworn I saw something. Just a flash, but it was so vivid.

She had blood running down her lips, head, and arms that were ablaze with red hot fire. Her clothes ragged and torn as she stood in a forest engulfed in flames.

These hallucinations were just as bizarre as my dream last night. It was a blur, but I was certain that it ended with that exact scene.

A cupped my hands as water filled up in my hands. I washed my face, hopefully getting rid of these visions.

Everyone was in the bed room by now. I was, for once, scared to sleep. I didn't want to dream that dream; I didn't want to see her in so much pain, but I headed towards the room anyways.

That night, I dreamt the same dream, even waking up several times. Each time, I jolted up from my slumber, cold sweat running down forehead. Let's just say, I wasn't that alert the next day.

I ain't done yet!

Bakugo's Pov

I sat cross legged on my mattress, phone in my hand, stupid thing didn't have any signal. The others were chatting away as a few were already snoring.

I got bored and looked up, only to be greeted with a giggling (Y/N). I felt my heat up, but it didn't last long.

The whole place shifted as it transformed into a dark room with no light source other than the light peaking through the rims of a door, and an old TV placed on an old table.

Right in front of me was an unconscious (Y/N), mouth gagged with a cloth, arms and legs tied up and clothes torn and slightly burnt at the rims.

Just as quickly as it came, the vision disappeared. The place reverted back to a peaceful wood room filled with chatter, and (Y/N) was safe, laughing with Raccoon Eyes and low budget Pikachu.

I touched my forehead, drops of sweat travelling down my cheek.

I tried to process that image, and I had nothing but a gut feeling that it was, somehow, real.