ECLIPSE (Bakugo Katsuki x reader)

back in class

Everything was liquid. Weightless. Soundless. A world blurred by the thick substance clinging to her skin, pressing against her lungs without ever suffocating her.

Remi floated small, suspended, drifting. her body barely responding, her limbs weightless but restrained, as if she existed in a space between movement and paralysis.

She didn't remember how long she had been there. Didn't remember when she had stopped fighting the heaviness, stopped questioning the way her limbs refused to move unless they allowed it.

Her hair fanned out in slow waves, strands suspended in the liquid. She wore only a thin vest, and shorts  the fabric clinging against her skin in the fluid, barely providing warmth, its purpose purely functional.

She was barefoot, toes twitching faintly, almost unconsciously, her body reacting before her mind could process what it was responding to.

Time wasn't real here. But voices were.

Faint at first, indistinct, like they were coming from behind thick walls of glass. Then sharper, closer

"She's stabilizing," the first voice murmured

The second voice was lower, smoother, laced with amusement. "Of course she is."

Remi's fingers twitched. She knew those voices. Even through the haze, even through the weight pressing against her mind, she knew them. The Doctor.

And him.

All For One.

Their silhouettes distorted through the liquid, standing beyond the glass, gazes observing.

"Her body is adapting faster than expected. It's fascinating, really." The Doctor's voice tilted toward intrigue, almost excited.

"You sound surprised," All For One mused, stepping closer. "We both knew she would evolve beyond expectation. That is her purpose, after all."

The word curled in her mind, twisting at the edges. Was that what she was? She tried to shift, tried to move her arms, but the liquid held her still.

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Remi walked to the classroom, exhaustion still settling in her muscles, but the moment she crossed the threshold, the classroom was absolute chaos.

Bakugo stood near his desk, his hair completely flat, as if gravity had betrayed him. Kirishima and Sero were losing it, laughing so hard they could barely breathe, gripping the edges of desks for support.

"Stop laughing! My hair's gotten used to it, so it won't go back even after I wash it!" he screams

"I'd like to see you try, pretty Boy!" Sero cry's out. Kirishima falls forward into a desk, pounding on the top with a fist and cackling.

"Shut the hell up, you damn extras!" Bakugo roared, his hands twitching like he was ready to blow something up on principle alone.

Kirishima gasped between laughs, clapping Bakugo's shoulder. "Nah, man, it's iconic! You should rock the flat-hair look more often!"

Bakugo snapped, sparks flying from his palms as he lunged not at anyone in particular. Remi sighed, dragging a hand down her face as she stepped toward her desk.

"You guys are unbelievable," she muttered, though a small smirk tugged at the corner of her lips.

Midoriya, seated nearby, glanced up at her, blinking in mild confusion before catching sight of the commotion.