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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3:35 a.m.
How was it so late already?
Or was it so early?
Screw it.
Who fucking cares?
Bottom line is: Bakugō can't sleep.
The rain had stopped pouring down around midnight.
Guess that means Nami is asleep.
Bakugō sighed in annoyance as he angrily kicked off his bed sheets.
He felt like someone punched him right in the nuts.
He remembered when Nami nailed him in the nads on the train.
God, he was so fucking mad when she did that.
His balls were sore for two days.
Thinking about her made him more irritated.
Why was he so restless?
Why the hell couldn't he sleep?
Bakugō shot up in bed and threw one of his pillows across his bedroom.
He knew why he couldn't sleep.
He just didn't want to admit that he felt guilty.
"You were right from the start; I am useless."
She's such a stupid damn brat!
Bakugō covered his face with the remaining pillow on his bed before falling backwards back onto his mattress.
Fuck.
No...it's his fault and he knows it.
He can't keep blaming her.
When he first met her all she was to him was an extra, a background character, a nothing.
He wasn't singling her out!
He treated everyone that way!
Granted, he knew her as "quirkless" so she got some extra harassment, but shit it wasn't that bad!
Professor had left everyone's gym clothes on his desk. Quirkless went to pick up her uniform, but a quick hand snatched it away.
"Extra," Bakugō growled, his red eyes burning with disgust, "you don't belong here."
Her gym uniform began to smoke.
Okay...it was pretty brutal.
He didn't think she'd fucking quit!
Whatever.
Why is this his problem?
Why is he making this his problem?
"I'm meant to stay in here in my solitude," she began to draw on a clean page, "I was fooling myself for ever believing I could become a hero."
Bakugō tossed left, the pillow still covering his face.
Ever since he met her she's been nothing but a statue; stone fucking cold.
Now he knows it isn't because that's how she is; it's how she was forced to be.
And all of those drawings...those stacks and stacks of canvases and sketchbooks…
How could someone live like that?
If she enrolled as "quirkless" in college then that must mean she attended other schools like that all her life.
How could her parents just ignore her quirk like that when she obviously needed all the damn help she could get?
"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."
Bakugō tossed right, the pillow still covering his face.
Her mom made that place for her.
Her mom encouraged her to hide.
Bakugō tossed left again, the pillow still covering his face.
He tried desperately to push away his racing thoughts.
How could he?
Especially after...
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Bakugō waited around the corner out of sight.
Once All Might closed the door to the president's office, Bakugō came out of hiding.
He snuck over to the door to eavesdrop.
He still felt pissed as hell and knew that hearing the staff reprimand that lying sack of shit would make him feel at least a little bit better.
Bakugō pressed his ear to the door, waiting eagerly for her punishment to be delivered.
That was the worst mistake he ever made in his life.
Her cries of agony was the most devastating sound Bakugō's ever had the misfortune of hearing.
How could a single girl make such heartbreaking cries?
"Tsunami Totsuzen was a natural disaster that happened over fifteen years ago." Bakugō heard the president say, confusion evident in his voice.
"N-n-no! No it wasn't! It was me!"
Bakugō couldn't leave.
He was in too deep now.
His feet were glued where he stood.
"When I was little, something really bad happened," she paused, hiccuped, then tried to continue on, "I was young and scared and hurt and I just cried and cried. I didn't think it'd cause such a horrible backlash!"
She broke into more hysterics.
Bakugō's heart was beating so loudly he was getting nervous everyone would hear through the door.
Maybe they couldn't hear his heartbeat over her screams?
What had he gotten himself into?
"You're telling us…but the police-"
"Forget the police! No one knows it was me!" Nami cut off All Might, "the authorities dubbed it as a "natural disaster" because how could a three year old kill thousands and thousands of people with just one tidal wave!"
"I'm a murder…" Nami whispered, in total despair, "I killed so many innocent lives...there isn't a single person in Japan that didn't lose someone that day…"
"Miss Hōjō, you mean to tell us that when you were but a toddler your emotions were so powerful and beyond your control that you conjured up a tsunami because you were upset?" The skepticism was clear in president Nezu's voice.
Bakugō didn't blame him, he himself was having a hard time believing it.
But…
Bakugō witnessed her power first hand, or at least some of it.
From what he saw (and shit he hated admitting it) she's one powerful chick.
Bakugō just then realized that professor Aizawa was supposed to have been present for this discussion as well.
He's been immensely silent throughout the whole ordeal.
If he is in the room, he must be intensely focusing on his quirk.
If what Nami is saying is true, then Bakugō hoped Aizawa didn't slip up.
"I know it's unbelievable but why would I lie about...about..." Nami choked back her tears.
God this was so hard to listen to.
This did the exact opposite of what Bakugō wanted.
He feels so fucking worse.
"Miss Hōjō-"
"I quit!"
Her words stabbed the air like a knife.
Or at least it did for Bakugō.
"I don't belong here among such amazing heroes! I can't! I don't deserve it! I'm a villain!"
Nami's words became muffled.
She must've covered her face with her hands.
"I'm a villain...I'm a villain…"
"Young lady," All Might began, trying to sound as soothing as he could, "we can work this all out. You aren't-"
"YES I AM!" Nami screamed, cutting off the beacon of hope yet again.
"I'm a useless good for nothing runt of a villain! I don't belong here at U. A.! I never did!"
Bakugō leaned against the door, his bangs shadowing his eyes.
Son of a bitch…
With great will power, Bakugō pushed himself off of the door and walked back to class.
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He was such a dick to her.
He was such a total, horrible, terrible dick to her.
Since she was three years old she was forced into the shadows.
Since she was three years old she felt loneliness Bakugō couldn't even imagine.
Since she was three years old she was never allowed to feel.
Since she was three years old she was never allowed to live.
And Bakugō just kept reminding her about every insecurity she probably already had.
And Bakugō just kept putting her down when she was probably fighting for her life to stand tall.
And Bakugō just pushed her over the edge and helped her finalize her decision to never become a hero.
Yet…
"Katsuki...thank you."
Yet she still treated him with respect.
Before his fist came in contact with the camera, a black gloved hand grabbed his arm and forced it down.
"Bakugō," Nami held his arm tight against her, "we're going to be late."
Yet she was still kind to him.
"Thank you for being my classmate and putting up with me..."
Yet she still acted like a friend to him.
Bakugō ceased his tossing and turning and laid still on his back; the pillow remained tightly over his face.
Despite all of that...one thing he couldn't comprehend was…
"…It's safer for everyone to just forget about me."
...how she expected him to ever forget her emerald eyes.
The pillow Bakugō held over his face tore with a loud ripping noise.
Feathers flew everywhere.
His face was twisted in animalistic fury.
Bakugō jumped out of his bed, all the while swatting feathers from his bedhead.
He opened up his bedroom window and without a second thought jumped.
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End of chapter 14!
Thank you everyone for being so patient with me!
Sorry this took forever and a half!
College...gotta love the workload.
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See you all in chapter 15! :-)