Fallen Light (A Bakugou/Dabi X Fem Reader Fanfic)

Taoreta-Hikari Bureka Origin

Eleven years ago.

"Why can't you be more like him?" Your mother questioned moitioning at the blond headed boy, whom you knew as Bakugo.
You eyed him, as sparks where shooting up from his palm while a few others watched in awe.

Your quirk had not shown itself yet, & your mother was constantly bringing it to conversation. Your head fell low, not wanting to look into your mother's eyes. Your eyes fell upon him again, you watched in jealousy, with a snarl on your 4 year old face.

"Come on, we're going home, maybe if you get some rest your quirk will appear sooner."
You knew better than to protest, regardless of how bad you wanted to play with Midoriya. So you started beside her, waving goodbye at your best friend.

. . . . . . . . . .

A year later.

It was winter, you and your brother were playing outside in the snow. A high-pitched giggle sounded from you when your brother placed a small ball of snow on your head, trying to make a snowman out of it. He laughed when you made one, and placed it on his. But before your hand could reach the top of his head, the snow turned to black ash. Your brother didn't realise what happened so he smiled up at you. You remembered his face so clearly, the tug of his lips, his blood-red irises, his shiny black hair. It was all so clear.

That day your mom was ecstatic, excited that your quirk finally surfaced, that she would now be able to mold and form it into whatever she desired. Soon after you realised it wasn't what you wanted, your brother also cheered you on, a bit envious that your quirk was more powerful than his but kept inside. You, however, didn't want it, that's one of the reasons you never really fit in. All the other kids dreamed of being a hero, like Bakugou and Deku, and how much they both admired All Might.

Sometimes you felt like you were ungreatful, because of Midoriya.
He would've killed for a quirk just so he could be a hero, but there you were, wishing you didn't posess such a quirk.

............

Present time

You lain on your bed, with a disgusted expression plastered on your face.
Who am I?
You asked yourself.
You didn't know.
All you knew was what you were told to know, and feel, and act.
You weren't your own person, that's for sure. You were disgusted at how artificial you were. It was four in the morning, the sun would start to rise soon, and your first day of UA would begin. You tried to get some sleep, but your mind was constantly flooding with thoughts about your past, and what you could've done to change where you are now. In a UA dorm, which you never agreed to go to by the way, waiting for morning.