Bakugo didn't know why his whole class had decided to act weird since their game of Truth or Dare the other night. Or, that time that everybody made bets on who could win over Bakugo by taking turns flirting with him. Art is not mine, and never will be unless a miracle happens and I become good at drawing. Rated M for safety. Nothing too graphic.

"Kill it." He ordered, his voice ice-cold and indifferent. Speechless, all I could do was stare. What was I meant to say? Hi, I'm your daughter, an adult female stuck in a child's body and I've been reincarnated into this world? His eyes were as red a blood, hair as dark as the ocean depths and had a voice that made a chill run down my spine. He was callous, psychotic and had a thirst for blood. My blood. Even worse. I was now his daughter.