All Mights Daughter

Chapter 31: Internships - The Villains Quirk

12:00 am Day 4 at the Jeanist Agency

Bakugo bolted up in his bed drenched in a cold sweat. A hand quickly rushed to the ache in his chest as he struggled to breathe. He quickly stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom. After a moment of blindness, he stared at his reflection to find nothing wrong with him physically. He stood up straight and held his arms over his head and took deep breaths until his breathing returned to normal.

He had been just fine a few minutes ago. Dead to the world around him as he dreamed of the villain fight but with a twist of him being allowed to use his quirk. Somehow the villain had touched him just like earlier and that was when the pain and loss of oxygen woke him up.

Checking himself over in the mirror one more time he flicked the light off and walked back toward his bed. He snatched his phone off the nightstand and wrote down what he felt and the time as he was told to before since the villains quirk was unknown. A few curses spilled from his lips about being woken up. His eyes snapped up though as the shuffle of sheets and a groan came from his bed. Quickly his flashlight app was turned on. His eyes widened as his red eyes met identical ones. His eyes shifted into a glare while the other sleepy pair stared up at him innocently.

"Who the f*ck are you and where did you come from?" Bakugo demanded.

"How the hell should I know? I woke up a second ago to a light in my face a*shole." A similar voice to his answered though higher in pitch like before he had hit puberty.

Bakugos grip on his phone tightened as he eyed the kid who looked just like he had at the age of 4. "What all do you know? Are you part of that villains quirk to get information out of me? Huh?!" Bakugo shouted as he turned the lamp to his left on so he could take a picture for record.

"Villain? What the hell are you talking about? Are you supposed to be some kind of hero?"

"What all do you know brat?!"

"The names Kastuki Bakugo punk! Better put it to memory because once I get my quirk I'm going to be the number one hero!" the little boy shouted at him before the room lit up some. He stared at the taller version of himself totally confused now. "Why do you look like me?!"

"That's my question!" Bakugo roared before he turned his attention to his phone. "Stay right there. I'm not dealing with this bullsh*t when I should be sleeping." He ordered turning to leave the room.

"I don't take orders from Extras!"

Bakugo turned clearly angered and stomped toward the boy. "Who are you calling an Extra!?"

"Who else could I be talking to?!" the smaller version of him shouted at him before wincing as pain filled his head.

"Shut up and stay there!" Bakugo growled out before speed walking out of the room. He clearly remembered his mother saying that to him as a kid so he hoped it would work this time.

The smaller version of him glared as he left, tears building in his eyes a the ache in his head, before eyeing the room. It was a plain grey schemed room with black furniture pieces scattered around. It was roomy and had two doors that he could see. Wanting to piss off the punk that woke him up and hit him he crawled off the bed and walked to the other door on the opposite wall. He noticed no doorknob on it so he touched it to slide it open only for it to beep. Once he removed his hands it slid open. His young red eyes fell onto a figure dancing around the room as music filled his ears. He scanned her outfit and felt a swell of excitement, not feeling a blush rush across his face. "Are you a hero?!"