ECLIPSE (Bakugo Katsuki x reader)

returning

The room was sterile, too bright, too quiet. Remi sat stiffly on the hospital bed, the crisp sheets beneath her doing nothing to ease the tension twisting in her gut.

Across from her, two figures loomed one in a white coat, the other in a dark suit. A doctor and a Hero Commission detective, both watching her with expressions far too measured.

"We analyzed the blood sample from the Nomu," the doctor began, flipping through a tablet, his voice carefully neutral. "It was... strange."

The detective nodded, arms crossed, his gaze sharp.

Remi's fingers twitched, her throat tightening as she glanced between them. "What does that mean?" she asked, voice lower than usual, her exhaustion still weighing heavily on her limbs.

The doctor hesitated, exhaling slowly before meeting her gaze. "as we know your DNA base structure... it matches that of All For One. His genetics were used as the foundation."

Her stomach dropped. The air shifted, the weight of those words pressing into her chest like an iron fist. she had always known that he was her father, but the way they said it made it sound so unfamiliar.

The doctor exchanged a glance with him before continuing. "At first, we assumed it was an error. But as we broke it down, as we studied the sequences, the markers, the coding- we realized there was no mistake. parts of the Nomu's DNA is a near-perfect match to yours."

Remi's jaw clenched, her fingers gripping the edges of the hospital bed too tightly. "Then what are you saying?" she asked, voice sharper now, the exhaustion suddenly feeling like an afterthought compared to the cold realization crawling up her spine.

The detective's lips pressed into a thin line, his eyes unwavering as he spoke.

"We're saying that you're a Nomu, Remi."

The words slammed into her.

"that would explain everything" the agent speaks, "your past, your abilities. everything."

A sharp inhale her pulse hammering against her ribs, a dull ringing in her ears. She wanted to argue, to deny it, to claim there had to be some mistake. But she couldn't.

Not when it made sense.

"We've been investigating," the official began, voice steady but edged with something almost like pity. "The DNA reports confirmed it. your quirk, your resilience, your... anomalies."

Remi's hands clenched tightly at her sides, her nails digging into her palms as she forced herself to listen.

"You weren't just born, Remi. You were... created."

Her breath caught, her eyes widening slightly, the words slicing through her defenses with surgical precision.

"We've determined," the official continued, their tone methodical, clinical, "that your genetic structure was developed using the DNA of multiple deceased subjects. failed creations, prototypes that didn't survive the process."

Remi staggered. her body trembling as she shook her head, refusing to believe what she was hearing.

"No," she muttered, her voice raw, her chest tight the words hit her harder than any physical blow ever could.

Her knees threatened to buckle as her mind raced, memories clawing their way to the surface fragments she had tried to suppress, things she hadn't understood until now.

"You weren't just an experiment," they added, their voice softer now, as if that could soften the truth. "You were meant to be his success story. His masterpiece."