Author's Note (Important!)
Letting everyone know, I do not feel comfortable writing about a bunch of high schoolers, so I am changing everyone's age.
All of the characters will be ages 18 years old-21 years old.
U. A. is not a high school anymore, it is now a college.
When referencing Nezu he will no longer be "the principal", he will now be the president of U.A. College. So if you ever see "the president" anywhere, I am referring to Nezu.
This story will have strong languages and possibly mature scenes not suitable for young readers.
Also, I don't own any rights to the fantastic anime/manga My Hero Academia/Boku No Hero Academia (unfortunately), I only own my original character (OC) Nami Hōjō.
Thank you everyone! Enjoy!
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Summary: She is a force to be reckoned with, a ticking time bomb of destruction. Everything she touches can and will be destroyed. But...how is that possible if she doesn't have a quirk? Katsuki Bakugo x OC
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It felt like years before the door to classroom 1-A opened.
The class was disappointed when they saw it was only Bakugō returning.
"That was some long piss." Kaminari teased, trying to ease his jittering nerves.
"Whatever." Bakugō said dismissively as he took his seat.
He immediately shut out his classmates and turned his attention to the window, lost in thought.
Class 1-A was on edge.
First, Nami revealed she actually isn't quirkless, then she is nearly beaten to death, and now All Might pulled her out of class because the president of U. A. College wanted to speak with her.
Oh, and Bakugō almost choked her back into a coma.
Too much was happening in such a short amount of time.
The students were having trouble processing it all.
The door to the classroom slid open again.
Professor Aizawa walked in looking like a mummy.
His face, neck, and both arms (which were in a sling) were completely covered in bandages.
The students waited for Nami to walk in behind him.
But he closed the door.
"Good morning class," their professor mumbled as he made his way to his desk.
The students stared at the door; waiting.
As Aizawa began to explain their lesson, Ochako raised her hand.
"Excuse me professor," Ochako interrupted, her nerves causing her foot to bounce under her desk.
"I'm sorry for interrupting, but, where's Nami?"
The students were at the edge of their seats as they waited for their professor to answer the question plaguing all of their thoughts.
Three heartbeats of silence passed by before Aizawa answered.
"Not that it's any of this classroom's business, but...Hōjō won't be joining us anymore."
This news triggered the class instantly.
"WHAT?!"
"You expelled her!?"
"Hōjō probably had a reason for lying."
"Nami won't be back ever?"
"But she had such a cute butt!"
"This has to be a mistake!"
"She's a good student! She doesn't deserve such harsh punishment."
"Enough."
Aizawa's low but stern voice brought order back to the room.
"To be clear, no one expelled her; she dropped out."
A shocked silence immediately washed over the students.
Suddenly, the room grew dark.
Outside, storm clouds began to form.
"I advise everyone to please be careful these next few days," Aizawa instructed as he leaned against his desk, "the weather will most likely be a bit unpredictable, so have an umbrella ready...or a boat."
Rain started to pitter patter against the glass windows.
"Nami…" Midoriya whispered sadly.
Everyone stared out of the windows and at the pouring rain outside.
Bakugō crushed the pencil he was holding.
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Nami dragged her feet as she woefully walked through the forest.
The rest of the tears Nami held back in the president's office rained down on Musutafu.
Despite allowing some sadness to leak out, the majority of her feelings were locked away deep inside.
Just like always.
She really messed up.
What was she thinking?
How delusional was she to ever believe she'd fit in?
Part of her knew she wouldn't have been able to hide her secret forever.
So why still go?
Why did she take the risk?
Whoever wrote her that recommendation letter would be so disappointed in her if they saw her now.
Nami sighed as she moved a branch out of her way.
Now wasn't the time to get lost in thought, especially with the weather like it is.
Due to the harshness of the rain, it was fairly difficult to see.
That was fine for her though; Nami knew the way by heart.
Approaching her destination, Nami pulled out an old rusted key.
Before she opened the door, Nami paused, not really surprised.
She felt too numb to really feel much of anything other than the rain on her skin.
"It's pretty terrible out here," Nami shouted over the storm, "you can come inside if you want."
Nami unlocked the door and pushed.
Once inside, Nami wrung out her bun and uniform.
She was soaked to the bone but she didn't mind.
Wet clothes were the least of her worries.
Nami claimed her chair at her desk.
She heard footsteps pause behind her.
"Aren't you supposed to be in class? Or was I roaming for so long class was let out?"
Nami was answered with silence.
"You've discovered my secret. Do you like my sanctuary? It isn't much, I know," Nami continued, "I come here everyday. My mom made this place for me. It's so I could express myself and my feelings without causing harm, since my quirk is controlled by my emotions."
Nami mindlessly flipped through one of her sketchbooks.
"That's why I draw so much. Everything you see is everything I've ever felt but wasn't allowed to express."
Nami picked up a black colored pencil.
She effortlessly began drawing as she continued to speak.
"I'm meant to stay in here in my solitude," Nami began to draw on a clean page, "I was fooling myself for ever believing I could become a hero."
Nami paused in her sketching.
"You were right from the start; I am useless."
Still, Nami was answered with silence.
"I can't control my powers. I've never been able to...so...it's best for me to go on living like I don't have any. That's why I left; I knew from the beginning I didn't belong."
Nami turned to face her visitor.
"Thank you for being my classmate and putting up with me," Nami's smile didn't reach her eyes, "I know I'll be happy living a quirkless life. I mean, I was before all of this. It's safer for everyone to just forget about me."
Bakugō narrowed his eyes.
Her nails betrayed her words.
Nami turned back to face her desk.
When she turned back around, her facial expression was completely void of any and all emotion.
"It was nice knowing you, Katsuki."
But the room was empty.
The wet footprints he left behind was the only indication he was ever there.
Nami went back to drawing.
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