It's exactly what the title says. I welcome you My Hero Academia fans!
I have lemons, Female Reader x Male Character, Male Reader x Male Character(Yaoi), and Female Reader x Female Character(Yuri)
The reader's quirk is called Blood Lust. The Reader can eject and harden her own blood outside the body. The downfall is that her body must consume blood on a daily basis to compensate for the blood lost or else her quirk slowly starts to consume it's own body resulting in occasional 'blood lust' when the Reader loses control and does whatever means necessary to satisfy her blood lust. However, if the blood lust is fulfilled and extra blood is consumed she gains temporary enhanced physical abilities.
The thundering roar of the students filled the room with an unmistakable energy where the thrill made your blood pump like a raging rapid, boil like a furnace, fueling your ego. Wasn't before long that the class witnessed as their classmate threw her head back with a chilled gremlin howl and a crimson glint to her eyes. It was like watching beast marking their prey for dead.
Izuku Midoriya, he's known you since day one and yet not once in all of his days have he ever been as afraid of a classmate as he was at this very moment. Was it because he's all so aware you're out for blood? It didn't help that with every passing second the claw cannon gauntlets strapped to your arms and your fangs that practically glinted with a reflection in the light made the moment to follow all so much ever taunting. Will Midoriya die? Will he win? Will he even get out of this fight unscathed? At times Midoriya wished fights like these didn't count for a grade…
Vlad King and Shouta Aizawa stepped before the taped boundaries of the fighting arena side by side. Although they taught two separate classrooms, their lessons were one in the same. Two hero classes, merge them together for one big assignment, fight. It’s an easy way for the teachers and classmates to learn first hand about combat by witnessing their classmates beat each other shitless cause why not?
Aizawa cleared his throat; he wanted to put a stop to your howling charade of blood lust. It was hard to believe that you’re the daughter of a respect pro most of the time… "Whoever makes it to ten points first wins," Aizawa sighed, sharing a bored glance with Vlad.
"You’ll gain points when you land a critical hit, knock your opponent out of bounds or you automatically win if your opponent cannot fight or surrender. Rendering them immobile doesn't count. You both understand?" Midoriya and yourself nodded together like a mirror image to Vlad’s half of the instructions. “Now… Play nice (Y/n). Don’t hurt him too badly.”
“It’s Midoriya, Daddy,” your smile stretched from ear to ear and he mimicked your features with relief.
“Have fun,” Vlad stepped away leaving Aizawa to do the honors.
“Should I take that as your word to… Not kill your classmate?” Of course your teacher had his doubts. Bakugou’s a grenade, explosive once the pin is pulled and can be dodged with ease. Not necessarily true, but he’s nothing compared to you, an atom bomb. Sometimes you’ll go off, and when you do, there’s no dodging it.
“We all know I won’t kill Midoriya now quit asking and let us fight,” while Midoriya was relieved to hear he’ll live to see another day, sing another song and save another life. Midoriya, speaking from experience, was more than aware that was warning number one. Nobody should postpone your fights. If your blood lust isn’t fulfilled it means game over for everyone in more ways than one.
“Alright, don't kill each other," Aizawa shrugged. "Begin at any time."
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