Kastsukibakugo Stories

just cute and funny ass photos of bnha

(Y/N) (L/N), a young teenage girl who just wants to make a difference and show the people around her that she is more than what everyone claims her to be. Getting into U.A. Meant absolutely the world to her and once she accomplished her goal of being Excepted in, her real Journey to become a hero began. Everyone thought she was strange just because of her family's history and her quirks, she never understood why. All she knew was that she was going to become a great hero and finally learn the truth about her family that her parents so desperately try to hide. But what will she do when the truth finally is revealed Raising even more questions than answers. And how will the rest of her friends in class-1A react.

This is my first watt pad and I love Katsuki Bakugo so I wrote this fan fic Also this story is has views (that came up with so ummmm.....) and this character has settings that I made so it would be easier for me to write this story ( if you don't approve of the settings I'm sorry but it's how I like imagined this story and it evolves around the settings of her). And I don't swear so I will be using cheesy language 😎 Summary She has black hair with a white stripe at the edge of her bangs and red strands in her hair. She wears a mask 😷 with tiny designs on it. She's weird. I wanna discover her quirk and I wanna see why she covers every inch of her face. And can SHE ACTUALLY SEE ANYTHING???? I DONT OWN BNHA NOR THE CHARACTERS ONLY THE OC AND HER QUIRK

So this will be a fantasy AU Bakudeku of course and yeah this is my first one I am posting but let me know if it's good

TRIGGER WARNING: SUICIDE AND DEATH!! -- Katsuki bore the crushing weight of (Y/N)'s untimely death, a wound carved deep during the brutal war against the League of Villains. The silence that followed her absence was deafening, stretching endlessly into the nights when he lay awake, caught between memory and madness. His grief blurred the line between reality and delusion, yet still he could not shake the visions that came when the world grew quiet. In the darkness, he would see her; Her form suspended above him, pale and ethereal, as though untouched by the cruelty of death. Her eyes lingered on him in unspoken silence, watching, waiting, accusing, or perhaps only mourning alongside him. He never knew if she was a figment of his shattered mind or something far more haunting, a fragment of her soul tethered to him even after fate had torn them apart. And though terror whispered that he was losing himself, part of him clung desperately to those nightly apparitions, because seeing her, whether ghost or illusion; Was better than letting her go entirely.