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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**WARNING THIS CHAPTER MAY TRIGGER SOME PEOPLE AND THAT IS NOT MY INTENT**
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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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Maybe his mother didn't love him?
Maybe his father beat him?
Maybe he didn't have parents?
Maybe he was raised by wolves?
His smile was aloof.
Some may even consider his smile to be charming.
Nami knew better than to judge appearances.
His blue eyes burned.
He stared at her like a spider would a fly.
He loomed over Nami, trapping her in his torturous web.
"My, my, how fortunate of me to have left class at just the right time." He whispered as if to a lover.
He was definitely raised by wolves.
Savage, heartless, blood thirsty wolves.
The backs of Nami's thighs were cold.
As an attempt to escape, she had tried backing away from him, but ended up backing up against a glass wall instead.
Sunlight poured through the glass and illuminated his golden hair like a halo.
Nami bit the inside of her cheek.
She was trying hard not to sneer.
This angel was the devil in disguise.
He bent down towards her and put his lips to her left ear.
His breath was hot against her skin.
She felt nauseous.
"A little birdie told me a certain someone in class 1-A had almost single handedly taken down a villain that was even a challenge for All Might himself," he twirled around a stray strand of Nami's navy blue hair with his finger, "now how is that possible, Miss Quirkless?"
Nami swallowed down the lump forming in her throat.
"I don't know what you're talking abo-"
He slammed both of his hands against the wall on either side of Nami's head.
His palms made a loud BANG against the glass.
Nami was surprised the glass wall didn't shatter behind her.
Nami turned her face away as he came closer to her.
"Liar."
She could almost taste the venom leaking from his lips.
With one palm still pressed against the wall, he used his other hand to capture Nami's chin.
His fingers were rough as he forced her to look at him.
Nami didn't see him.
All she saw were the burns this bastard left on her stomach when he poured hot soup on her.
His grip on her chin was tight.
His thumbnail was digging into her skin.
"If you want me away then use your powers," his tone was teasing as his fingers left her chin and trailed down her neck, "or will you let me do whatever I want?"
"Is my virginity," Nami grimly thought, "really worth killing everyone in this school?"
His hand hovered over her breast.
Nami shut her eyes.
Her choice was made.
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Bakugō's long strides halted in front of a water fountain.
All this playing hero shit was exhausting.
A small part of him wished they were so late they missed class.
A very small part of him.
He hungrily slurped the water.
God, he needed that.
He let some of the cool liquid splash on his face.
It felt very refreshing.
He ran a hand through his untamed blond hair.
Should they go straight to class or to the president's office?
They couldn't have disposed of her files that quickly, but would she need to fill out paperwork or something before attending class?
Bakugō stuffed his hands back inside of his pants pockets before he resumed walking.
If anything their zombie of a professor can just tell her to leave class and speak with the president.
If that's the case; can Bakugō really trust her to walk the halls alone?
Would she attempt to runaway again?
Silently, Nami turned away from Bakugō and walked to the main building.
No, she wants to be here.
She walked inside herself.
Bakugō shook his head and looked over his shoulder.
She wouldn't-
All Bakugō saw was the outline of where Nami once stood behind him.
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Where the fuck did she go?
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Violent and uncontrollable anger was pulsating off of Bakugō's aura.
He raced to retrace his steps as rapidly as he could.
When did she dip out?
How long was he without her?
Why didn't he notice she wasn't behind him anymore?
The more he thought about it, the higher his blood pressure rose.
He turned down another hallway.
There she-!
Wait.
Bakugō quickly hid from view.
She was there alright but who the fuck is he?
She was pressed up against a wall with some blond bastard on top of her.
Bakugō's stomach churned at the sight.
What the fuck was going on?
He watched as Nami looked away.
Her expression was void of emotion but her body language told a story in itself.
Bakugō clenched his teeth together.
The prick seemed to enjoy her discomfort.
Whatever was going on definitely wasn't some lovers quarrel.
Shitface grabbed her chin and forced her to look back at him.
Bakugō's eyes narrowed to slits.
Blond bastard's hand trailed down to a place his hand should never be.
Nami shut her eyes.
Bakugō saw red.
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