In a world where your value is placed on your Quirk, what happens when you're quirkless? A fork in the road. Izuku Midoriya became a hero, (Y/n) (L/n) became a villain. When faced with a man who had the attitude of a villain and the fortitude of a h...
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Chapter Ten - Bakugou's Lament
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A/n: Bakugou is hard to write for because of his inferiority/superiority complex duo, but I've done a lot of research on not only Bakugou's character but how people handle those complexes, so I hope I did him justice!
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After the villain bitch left - the crazy blonde called you (Y/n) once - Bakugou thought about your words for a long time. So long that he felt like he blinked and his alarm was going off, blaring so loudly that he wanted nothing more than to blow up his phone to end the noise.
Kirishima was the only one who commented on the bags under his eyes and was rewarded with an explosion to the shoulder that he took with a laugh and a repeat of his concerned words.
"I'm fine, dumbass," Bakugou grunted. Kirishima didn't question him any further, which Bakugou was thankful for.
Krisihima had the strange ability to be able to speak to Bakugou without making him feel looked down upon. He worked to become Bakugou's equal and friend in a way that the explosive blonde could process positively. Sure, he was miles ahead of Kirishima in strength, but Bakugou knew enough about Kirishima's own insecurities to feel secure in his own skin no matter what.
Your words stuck with Bakugou through the Provisional Licensing Exam, where all he could see in the "victims" was his own weaknesses and failures. He failed, and he couldn't even be mad about it because he deserved the loss.
Helpless and weak, that was what he was. The end of All Might. Always helpless, always lesser than. Born to be the best, the greatest, and striped of all that in an instant.
(Y/n) (shit, did Bakugou tell the police he knew your name? They never asked, probably assumed it was some super protected secret) visited again the night after the exam. Every time he saw that mask he wanted to destroy it. To see your face and get back at the league for what they did, but he didn't. Something pushed down the urge every time it rose. That pissed him off. For better or worse, brute force always solved his problems in the past. Until Deku got into UA, and he got kidnapped, and he needed help from a villain to stop being a distraction to All Might.
"What? No snarky comment tonight? No death threats?" (Y/n) asked, sitting in Bakugou's desk chair.
The bitch was annoying. The urge to take off your mask rose again. He wanted to know who you were. You looked young, sounded young too. The way you talked about the world and the people around them made you sound mature, but everything else about you said otherwise.
