A new life

SEVENTEEN

You led Izuku and Bakugo to their shared dorm room.

"Welcome!" You exclaimed with a grin.

"Do I have to share a room with Deku?" Bakugo grumbled.

"Are you always like this?" You said. "Angry for no reason."

"Pretty much," Izuku said.

You chuckled. "Bummer. Well, this is your space, ya know. Now, lemme get that damn straight jacket off of you." Bakugo rolled his eyes and stood still. You unbuckled the buckles and finally freed him from his restraints.

"How's that feel?"

Bakugo stretched his arms, his shoulders popped from the sudden movement. "Fuck, it feels freeing." He stared down at you. "How can you be sure I won't blow your ass to bits and leave right now?"

You smiled and patted his bicep. "You can blast all you want. You can't beat me, kid."

"Says the one looking up at me," Bakugo rolled his eyes. "Short woman."

"Height has absolutely nothing to do with anything," you said.

"Whatever," he scoffed. "What do you gain from this anyway? Are you just using us to get fucking publicity or something? Maybe you just fucking get off on being surrounded by high school students-"

"Kaachan stop!" Izuku said.

"What? I'm just wondering," he said. "Why the fuck does she-"

You punched the wall, right next to Bakugo's head. Your sheer physical strength caused cracks to ripple through the wall, leaving a large dent where your fist made impact. Your bangs covered your face. Bakugo and Izuku stared at you.

"Do you really think I'm some sick fuck that would use you?" You said in a low, even voice. You finally looked at him again. Your purple eyes looked dull and dead. "Maybe you don't fucking deserve a good life then, you pathetic excuse of a wannabe hero."

"I think you should stop," Izuku said.

"I'm doing this because I value the next generation of people. You were fucking kids forced to fight a war you had no part in. What's wrong with wanting to help you now? You were in a fucking straight jacket for 22 hours a fucking day for what? Two years now. Why the hell would anyone be okay with kids being treated that way? I want you to have a chance at a normal life, but if you don't want my help, you can go the fuck back to Tartarus."

Bakugo scoffed. "Whatever. You side with the villains. Of course, there's another motive behind all of this."

"There isn't," you said. "I just want you all to live happy lives. I'm on your side."

"Ha! You're fucking lying!" Bakugo exclaimed. "You want me to obey this fucking tyranny and-"

"I don't expect you to fucking worship the ground Shigaraki walks on. I just expect you to act like a normal person. Go to school, get a job, and be a productive member of society. I don't expect any of you to forgive or forget what happened. I just want you to have the chance at a good life."

You stepped away from Bakugo and smiled sheepishly. "Sorry about the wall." All of the debris glowed purple, and it began to fix itself.

"What is your quirk?" Izuku said. "You broke the wall and fixed it!"

"I didn't use my quirk for that," you said with a shrug. "And, my quirk is telekenesis."

"That's so cool," Izuku said.

"Well, I'll leave you two to get settled in," you said, walking towards the door. "There are clothes and stuff already in the drawers for you-"

"Wait," Bakugo grabbed your wrist. His head hung low, and his blonde hair covered his eyes.

You looked at him and tilted your head. "Hm?"

"How much do you know about me? All of us- I mean."

"A lot," you said. "Why?"

"Even after everything you know, you still think we deserve saving?" He said. "Even with the risk of us revolting or starting another war?"

"Of course," you said. Then, you left the room.

"You need a haircut," Izuku said.

"Shut up," Bakugo said.