She walks forward, step by step, though the path ahead is veiled in mist. She does not know where it leads-only that she must move, must keep moving, even as the weight of yesterday clings to her like a ghost.
Her voice is gone, stolen by time or tragedy-she can't remember which. Her loved ones have vanished like fleeting dreams, and happiness is nothing more than a word she once knew. All that remains is the color red.
A memory. A feeling. A thread she cannot unravel.
And then, him.
A silent figure in the distance, watching with eyes like embers, their glow steady in the dark. Not unkind. Not cruel. Just seeing her in a way no one else ever has.
She doesn't know why she steps closer.
Perhaps it is the way those eyes linger, the way they speak without words, the way they remind her that even in silence, something-someone-can still listen.
A reminder that she doesn't only have to love - but can be loved in return.
▬ bakugo x reader
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"(Y/n)" The six year old whipped her neck towards the voice. She walked further, not knowing where she was going. Her body seemed to move on its own as the voice grew louder.
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"NO! STOP!" (Y/n) wailed, crying loudly as she was strapped to a table. How did she get here? Better question, what are they going to do to her?
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"Octopus like creature, can move at speed of moch 20, can you handle It?"
The man grinned from ear to ear, studying the super secret government file, "I have just the person for the job."
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The atmosphere was thick. She walked in, her eyes a dull (e/c) and her (h/c) coloured hair styled down. She looked the octopus in the eyes before facing the rest of the class.
"My name's (L/n) (Y/n), please take care of me."
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Your not so average teenage girl in a not so average classroom. Will she continue to be a mystery? Or will her friends break her walls? Will she blindly finish her mission? Or will she be enlightened and do what she sees as best?