Fireworks

Explosion 01: Explosive Emergence

Warning: English is not my first language, sorry in advance

The cherry blossoms were in full bloom with the stray petals falling down to the ground like freshly fallen pink snow. The gentle spring breeze rustling the dark branches in a swaying dance causing more petals to fall as birds chirped happily in their little nest.

The world seemed to be flushed with vibrant colors with the saturation cranked high to the warm palette and people all around seemed to exude happiness in every step they took.

Spring is the season of new life and new beginnings.

One huge example is the start of a new school year, another year of another stage for the life of a student.

It is a sight to see at the school's entrance, old friends and classmates swarming together like busy bees, greeting each other with a 'hello' or a 'how was your vacation?'.

The freshmen among the sea of black, white and blue uniformed preteens were looking ahead at their new future waiting for them with either, excitement, nervous determination or apathy.

Which was nothing new and utterly normal.

Crimson red eyes watched the whole thing with akin to fondness as she tells herself that she might miss this normality in the near future. Keyword. Might.

Sharp red eyes slid shut for a moment, displaying long thick ashen lashes to anyone who might be watching. She inhaled deeply; the scent of flowers hitting her nose full on, making them slightly itchy. Opening her piercing red eyes once again, a slightly feral grin slowly etched itself across her youthful face, making the other students who knew her or have heard of her give a wide berth. Others just looked at her cautiously and everyone else ignored her altogether.

It doesn't matter to her though, this is the day that finally marks the start, her last year of being a middle schooler and after that, it means the start of something grand and something life changing.

The wait would be over soon.

She waited so long for this moment to come. She had a vague sense that she's probably forgetting something, but she honestly doesn't give a damn to dwell on that.

What's most important is the now, nothing else.

The excitement is getting to her so much that she's shaking from the effort to not scream at the top of her lungs. No need to make the other students think of her as someone batshit crazy on top of being a girl with a resting bitch face.

(Not that they already have thought of her as someone crazy, they're just too scared to say it out loud.)

Finally, things would begin, she's going to make the most of this and become the next number one hero or die trying.

Correction, the first number one female hero in the world while not dying young and with the world at her fingertips.

Her grin turned even more feral at this thought revealing her hidden canines. The aura around her seemed to intensify as she brought her right hand closer to her face and clenched it tightly.

At that moment, some of the students around her walked away as fast as they could towards their respective destination. While the others just stared at her nervously, unable to move a muscle from their fear.

After the moment died, the girl finally realized that everyone was giving her their full attention, a barely visible blush (that she tried to stomp down and kill, stupid fair skin) appearing on her naturally pink cheeks in slight embarrassment.

Tch.

The ash blonde scoffs at them for being a bunch of dramatic pussies for that and proceeds to curse them under her breath. Ignoring their gaze, the teen stomps away from the gates and enters the school proper.

After all, she, Bakugou Katsuki is gonna show them all why she's the head bitch in charge.

Waking up to find out that every part of her is heavy is one of the scariest shits she had encountered in life.

(Not including the time when her 70-year-old grandma chased her black sheep of a cousin while throwing fucking kitchen knives at him, it's so fucking scary (and awesome) knowing that the old woman was the sweetest and kindest person she knew, talk about not pissing off nice people. Because when you do, they fucking explode.)

She's a girl who loves to move her body, of course she would be fucking freaked out if she learns that she can't even move her head for Christ's sake.

Being one of the prisoners of her Mother's cage of Love had always rubbed her in the wrong way. Being the eldest of the three of them – all girls – plus the really bad example of their neighbor's kids (the slutty sister trio), had screwed up their mother's head to think that she would elope with some fucker out there like those bitches. As if she would, her education comes first and she's no bitchy slut either. She's even manlier than some of her older (she's 15 and all of them are either 17 or 18, she started schooling when she was 3 because she's bored and she wants to know what her older cousins were moaning about) pussy-boy classmates so she bet her ass that she wouldn't be going with them even if it's the end of the fucking world.

Though there's a few who tried their luck. Soften her up as they say.

(Spoiler alert, she can only go hard, thank you very much.)

Getting married is the last of the long, long, long list of things that she decided to accomplish in life. A healthy marriage at the right age, the right time, the right person and with the right career to support the both of them and their family. She guesses she could be labeled as someone romantic, but that'll only happen when her family is stable. If she did dare to do that, her Pops would probably kill her, but the poor sod would come first of course.

With that said, the inability to move is a big fuck NO to her language.

So, as a way to express her feelings right now, she decided to speak her mind. If her body denied her the right for it, she could at least bother her mouth to move and do the job.

"AAAAFUUUUUUGGHHHH!" Ah fuck!

But instead of hearing her obligatory curse fest in her admittedly husky voice she heard a high-pitched gibberish squeal coming out of her damn mouth.

What the absolute f―

Then out of nowhere giant hands lifted her on her very comfortable bed and cradled her to someone's chest. Specifically, a giant woman's chest.

She doesn't really know what the fuck was going on but when she did look up, she can see a blurry face of a beautiful young woman with blonde almost white hair and goddamn, she was really close to her face.

Really close.

Quieting down, the very confused teen can't help but stare at the eyes of the stranger, which is somehow red in color.

Red as in blood freaking crimson red.

Does she have an extreme case of albinism or something? Like those white rabbits and white mice with their creepy ass red eyes.

(Not that they're any less cute.)

Her hair couldn't be a dye job since her eyebrows are also the same color and her lashes were more of an ashy brown than black. Actually, she wouldn't be able to see those details if the woman wasn't really, really, really close to her face. Because for an unknown reason, her vision is shot to hell.

But first in for most, she gotta find out what in Kermit's green ass is going on.

Well fuck.

Looks like it turns out that she got reborn and was now turned into a little angry bag of red flesh, because boy was she mad when she realized that she died along with the thief fuckers.

Or to make the story short she died along with a bunch of thieves – who doesn't know how to handle fucking grenades – and probably some bank tellers, in a very cliché bank robbery hostage shit.

Why the fuck would they bring them when they don't even know how to fucking handle it?! Now if I ever somehow meet them in this life, I'm gonna fucking blow their brains out just to save the world from their high-grade idiocy.

She should have insisted on a Thursday and a much shorter hair.

Man, she died earlier than her Nanay (Grandma) what would that say to her pathetic attempt in clinging to life. And she was about to graduate in senior high school too.

And it seems like she wouldn't be able to fulfill the promise of being dressed up in an actual dress by her Mama nor would she see the proud glint on her Pops' eyes again in his smugass face as he walks her to the stage to receive her diploma and medals of her accomplishments. And yes, she was the youngest and the top student in her class section. A class section that is considered as one of the elites in their school system that is more focused in math and science.

But all that stuff doesn't matter now, because apparently a Random Omnipotent Asshole (a.k.a ROA for short) decided that she won the lottery for having the chance to experience dying as a hostage in a robbery gone wrong, and getting herself reborn with fucking memories intact because that's what she deserves. Apparently.

Maybe she shouldn't have kicked all those dogs and puppies in her last life.

Life, as always, was one huge piece of shit.

And being a baby at that was as boring as all hell.

Before any of you could react that she's taking this too easily, that she's accepting things the way it is too damn easily.

For one, she really wasn't.

(The language here is Nihonggo, she enrolled herself to an online class about it, passed it with flying colors. She did it because of a fucking bet with her mother. Mother dearest doesn't want her watching cartoons – it's fucking Anime, Ma – that she couldn't even understand without subtitles. The bet was, if she learns it then she gets to watch it. Suffice to say, she fucking won out of pure spite.)

She went through all fucking five stages of grief for months.

(Not really, maybe three or four of the stages)

The denial stage particularly is the second longest.

She denied that she really isn't some helpless baby in a new world (Because let's be honest, her old world doesn't have women with red eyes that are fucking natural and the man, her father, was actually pretty normal looking) that might be dangerous and would get herself killed again. She convinced herself that this is just one elaborate dream, a coma induced dream specifically. Because she didn't die, she's just in a coma or possibly not in a coma, but just paralyzed and so fucking high with all the meds in her system.

She. Wasn't. Dead. Period.

Just hospitalized.

The two adults, a man and a woman, is not her new parents but just her caretakers, her nurses.

They have nothing to do with her.

They're just a couple of caretakers.

Even if they cooed and fawned at her like she's the greatest thing ever, even if they talked to her in their language with so much love and adoration that it makes her feel sick.

Even if they held her like she was the fucking holy grail that would make their wish come true.

(No, they held her like she was the wish come true.)

Even if they'd look at her like she hung the moon and stars and commandeered the sun to fucking rise.

It doesn't mean anything to her.

They're just her caretakers, nothing more nothing less.

She told this to herself, for four fucking months straight and acted like nothing happened.

The power of denial was really something even if the truth of the situation kept slapping her in the face.

But after those four months of just denying the weight of reality, something boiled deep inside her. Something raw, hurt and so, so ugly, that she wanted to rip and tear everything into shreds until nothing really exist anymore.

That she can't feel anything anymore.

She felt anger.

So much anger that she felt like it was going to burst out of her chest, clawing and suffocating because...

(WHY HER?! DID SHE DO SOMETHING WRONG?! WHY MAKE HER REMEMBER?! WHY NOT JUST A BLANK SLATE?! A FUCKING DO OVER?! A RESTART?! WHY NOT JUST SEND HER TO FUCKING HELL IF SHE'S THAT HORRIBLE OF A PERSON?! WHY NOT JUST FUCKING END HER?!)

She felt like she was going to explode with all the anger.

(Again.)

To say the least, she became a nightmare to her new parents.

Crying through the night, never letting them sleep peacefully. She even made the man cry at some point and the woman curse vehemently with frustration.

They got so worried of the sudden change in attitude that they even got her checked out by the doctors. But only to come up that she's perfectly healthy and 'no, she isn't developing some incurable undetectable disease and please stop harassing us because we're just doing our job.'.

She stopped crying when she witnessed the blonde woman suddenly turning into an unholy, she-demon from the fretting loving mother that was fussing over her child.

It was... something.

She could practically see the red haze covering the lady with her underdeveloped eyes. And her expression altogether is a sight to behold.

The confused teen turned baby was pretty sure that, that face is the face of a demon, and based on the poor doctor's pale face, he would definitely agree.

Even the man, her new father, was quivering on his shoes, but despite it all he bravely grabbed the demon's attention, because he's the husband, and the blonde is his responsibility by extension.

No matter how scary a woman his wife is.

Watching the red-eyed she-devil terrorize her weak-willed husband who's purely standing because of the wall he's leaning on, gave her an epiphany.

(And an up-close view of the woman's fiendish face, damn she was scary.)

It was that moment she realized, she fucked up.

Big time.

Because this whole situation is all her fault.

Why was she even angry at them?

It's not like it's their fault for bringing her here, yes, the woman gave birth to the teen but it wasn't her fault that the angsty teenager's consciousness was transferred to her child. They didn't even want their child to be someone like her.

It was just their luck that the ROA – Again. Random Omnipotent Asshole – decided that they are the lucky couple to have her as their newborn bag of red potato.

It wasn't their fault.

Heck, it wasn't even this world's fault.

(Just her and hers alone.)

She's gotta make up for that and she's got the thing that every other adult was not immune to unless they're heartless bastards or generally hated babies for a living.

Bakugou Katsuki or Katsuki – because that's what they named her, her new name in this new life, for some reason it rang some bells – smiled and giggled and clapped like the retrospect of her father getting his ass handed by her mother was divine comedy at its finest. Maybe it is, she's been told that she was a sadistic bitch one time from a classmate who had wrongfully ogled at her ass during PE. In her defense he deserved every inch of the beating she gave him. She might've been called to the principal's office for that but she's got evidence and backing from the other girls who testified against the hormonal perverted scumbag.

Anyways, Katsuki continued to giggle cutely and if she could say that she has a nice cutesy laugh, then she would have. She has seen what her parents look like, and she would bet her baby smooth ass that she's one hell of a cute baby.

Her Mama of this life is a woman who has a young very pretty face with equally killer curves to match. She has this air of wildness and cattiness, like a lioness, beautiful but dangerous. She kinda reminds Katsuki of her Mama from the other life when it comes to personality, but the difference in appearance was a glaring reminder that she's clearly a different person.

If this Mama looks different but acts kinda similar, then this Pops have a lot of resemblance to her Pops from the other life. The sharp jawline, wide shoulders, nose, deep dimples, tanned complexion and even the stubble were the same, he was taller and the hair wasn't black but most importantly his eyes were different. They share the same love that is present whenever they look at her but the difference in their personality is pretty obvious even if she's partially blind right now. This Pops is more mellow, less strict, less laidback - she doesn't know how, but her old man was somehow strict and laidback at the same time, it's a special talent of his – and certainly wasn't a smartass. Her Pops was a certified smartass armed with appropriate Dad jokes.

All in all, there are obvious differences and similarities among her two parents. Makes it feel more real, that this shit was really happening to her and not just a fucking dream that she deluded herself in. Katsuki prides herself for being adaptable to change, and her sulking for four months and a week is enough. It's so embarrassing now that she thought of it, she's angry because she doesn't want to move on. Angry because she can't accept the change thrown to her face.

But now that she got her head out of her ass, she's going to start appreciating this patient couple for putting up with her shit.

Damn isn't she such an adorable little shit right now?

The fiendish face of the woman didn't last long from the sound of her baby cackling, it morphed from surprise to wonder and then happiness at the span of three seconds. Katsuki wonders if she's not having emotional whiplash. The woman's red eyes turned glassy, but bright a huge smile started blooming from her face. The arms that had been holding her stiffened for a few seconds, before tightening around her torso, the chest on her back rumbling and shaking with a choked sob following the relieved chuckles coming from the man. It made Katsuki feel even guiltier and she valiantly fought the urge to give in to her inner child to cry.

But doing that would worry the couple once again, undoing what she had done.

Fucking suck it up bitch. Suck it up.

Spiky brown hair tickled her neck, tears wetting the tufts of her hair. "She laughed Mitsuki, did you hear that?" Katsuki tried to focus more on the tickling sensation rather than the wetness. Focusing on the latter would leave her baby body to give in to its demand to cry.

"I heard it Masaru, I heard it. It's the best fucking music I've heard in my life." Mitsuki, her mother, surged forward, tears falling from her eyes that she relatively ignored in lieu of hugging Katsuki and her Pops in this life.

Did she mentioned that it's the first time she laughed in this life? No?

Well now you do, she fucking sucks as a daughter, doesn't she?

Shit, shit, shit, shit. Don't cry bitch! Don't fucking cry!

A wet kiss was placed on her forehead undoubtfully leaving a red kiss mark, but Katsuki could care less about that shit right now when she's got a lot of making up to do and damn if she would half ass it by rejecting affection. She tried to inhale back the tears like a champ that she is.

And damnit if she wouldn't return the affection, it's about 4 months now, or so she gathered from the doctor's appointment earlier, 4 months too long of being a cold bitch at the face of a young loving couple, who was she to refuse giving them her 'first' words as something sappier than she would have liked.

"W've ooo two!"

Damn she sounds like a fucking squeaky toy, Katsuki misses her old voice but again, suck it up bitch, suck it up. She might've studied the language, she's still got to learn a lot more. She's been soaking everything up since the beginning, the thing that she was also proud of herself back then was her ability to soak shit up and learn. But Katsuki could work out the lisp soon enough with a lot of more stubborn practices that she does in secret.

(She should in this life get her polyglot dream going, to fucking curse at different language is the privileged of the few. And she'll be a fucking privileged one.)

The high-pitched squeal that came from the woman was proof enough that she got her words right and if she had a near death via suffocation that happened afterwards, it was pure karma for being a little shit she guesses.

"Oi! Deku!"

A shock of messy curly green hair swiveled to her direction, stopping the teen from bumping into the table and immediately taking him away from Hero Lalaland where he seemed to go to whenever he sees a damn hero, whether they're a bigshot or a small-fry. Probably the main reason why he's bordering late this time, he probably watched the hero debut of Mt. Lady downtown this morning. The hero newsfeed just got updated about it a while ago.

(Heroes, villains and honest to God superpowers. She had come to terms of the difference between this world and that. Certainly knowing that she herself was supposedly male in this world from an anime that she only got to watch the first season of was mind breaking. The irony wasn't lost on her, her quirk being 'Explosion' and the cause of her death is via bomb explosion. ROA has a shitty sense of humor.)

"Kacchan!" Wide green eyes absolutely glowing with sheer joy and brimming with excitement, all of that directed to Katsuki.

She fought the urge to run towards him to pinch his freckled cheeks or hug the life out of him, Katsuki has an image to uphold. The dork could probably rule the world with that smile alone and you can't tell her otherwise, somehow his cuteness never faded even though they've grown up to teens now.

Not that Katsuki herself is not cute, mind you, Deku have this aura of innocence, fluffiness and purity around him.

Like a damn bunny.

Midoriya Izuku the main character (if she remembers correctly and she does), crybaby, mutterer and hero fanboy extraordinaire, is Katsuki's one and only best friend since childhood. His and her Kaa-san are best friends so by extension they are too. But in all honesty, Deku – some little fucktards used to call him that, now she's the only one allowed to call him that, she made sure of it – is more of a little brother than anything. She was once the eldest daughter and had experience of living with two little hellions before under her belt. They were always at each other's throat or sometimes the three of them were at each other's throat, and compared to them, Deku is more manageable and cuter. Her sisters were cute in an annoying itchy way and she would forever love them for that. Even if she's forgotten their names or their faces, they would forever have a place in her, they always be her family even if they're from a lifetime ago.

Speaking of Deku, she's hella glad that she made the right decision of befriending him, the boy was such a drop of sunshine, all cute bubbly and fucking adorable.

"Guess what I saw earlier!" The boy fucking vibrated while he practically ran to her seat. Face inches away from hers, invading her space bubble. He and a select few – her Kaa-san, Papa and Inko-oba – are the only ones allowed to invade her personal space from time to time.

Katsuki made a show of tapping her finger to her forehead, eyes roaming across and glaring at the group who're positively laughing at her friend once again. The quelling gaze was enough for them to shut the fuck up.

She frigging love being the head bitch in charge.

"Your All Might poster on your ceiling? The All Might poster from the wall across your bed? Your All might alarm clock? Your All Might plushie? Which by the way, I know that you still sleep with." The boy flushed red at the last one that she whispered close to his ear - to avoid more ammo for his undying pests - stammering but not denying anything.

She smirks, a dimple revealing itself while she settles down to her seat, feet prop up to her desk as her skirt riding up to reveal cycling shorts. "I can go on and blurt out every single fucking All Might or hero collection in your room and that would be the stuff you see in the fucking morning. Just spit it out, I know you're already dying to tell me."

Without much prompting, the teenage boy started muttering away, the grin on his face not leaving once as he recalled the gigantic villain and the equally gigantic heroine from the morning traffic, Kamui woods showing his woody ass but getting bested by the giant lady and it all ended with an old man complementing his dedication for analyzing heroes and how the old coot was rooting for him and shit.

"Ha! As if that would happen, quirkless wannabe." Someone whispered, but it was not soft enough to escape her ears. Nor Deku's ears if his smile slightly wilting was any indication.

The metal chair screeched after suddenly being turned from its initial position, making the three idiots jump, her feet now properly on the floor. Her open palm slammed onto her table and the three stooges flinched. The one whom she suspects where that particular comment came from, sweated and gulped in fear.

"Mind saying that again, Ogawara-san?" Polite words came out of her mouth easily along with a saccharine smile that looked too genuine.

The politeness and the lack of curse words in her question was already a sign of how much shit he's under right now. Definitely on deep shit if the smile was anything to go by.

Nobody fucking messes with Bakugou Katsuki's friend, period. Some idiots just fail to drill that to their fucking brains.

The teacher arrived at the tense classroom, sliding the door open and causing all eyes to fall in him. The man took one long look at his eerily quiet students, saw Katsuki, to be specific, he saw her unnerving carmine red eyes drilling at him, and the full-on cyanide sweet smile. His mind whirled to all the warnings and fear laced guidance from all of his colleagues (even the principal) about this particular blonde and her legendary temper. He contemplated for a second if it would be worth it to stop this before it could get worse or leave and pretend that nothing happened.

But being the person that had those red (too knowing, too mature, too piercing) eyes directed on his person made the decision clear for him.

"I'll come back after twenty minutes; I'll just get something I forgot at the faculty room." The blonde man slid the door shut, introductions could wait a little longer and he's positive that most of his students know each other already.

It was a wise decision, and everyone could agree to him with that.

Once the teacher was out, her attention returned to the normie. "Are you going to answer or not."

That was not a question.

"Ahahaha i-it's nothing Bakugou-chan! We w-were just kidding around!" The fucking normie flailed his hands about, his long fingers – what a fucking lame quirk it is – almost jabbing one of his friends in the eyes.

One eyebrow rose in incredulity. She ignored Deku who was muttering to himself while doing a great imitation of a penguin who's trying to fly beside her. Like always, he tries to stop her from doing anything drastic.

"Really? So you're confirming that you guys were making fun of Izukkun?" Her smile turned a tad bit sharp. "And, did I ever give you the permission to call me 'Bakugou-chan'?"

The boy started to sweat buckets and Katsuki watched in amusement as his tanned complexion almost turned white while he tried to come up with another lame ass excuse.

"No! W-We weren't making fun of De–" Her red eyes flashed, the punk shuddered. "I mean Midoriya-san! We weren't making fun of him. I swear! I was just talking about another quirkless guy and it's not him! I just slipped; A-And I, I didn't mean to call you that Bakugou-san! Really, I didn't mean to!"

This annoys her greatly.

This society that has became dependent on superpowers, what's heroic and what's not. Katsuki's plain tired of these people's narrow-minded view, don't they know that they're great ancestors were all quirkless? It's basic knowledge but were often forgotten by entitled bitches who thinks having one less pinky toe joint makes them special and shit.

(Because they really aren't. Every single one of them are just as human as the other, the world still works the same no matter what universe. Discrimination still rampant and those at the top are the ones in control. No matter what, no man is equal.)

They're all about what's the coolest flashy quirk and who has a lame ass quirk or villain's quirk.

They treat people like Deku as someone lower than human, which pisses Katsuki off to no end, they're a lot of these shitards too, all too many of them.

Even the other heroes are like that, all glamour, money and fame. Yes, they're doing their jobs, but some had already forgotten what heroism is at its core.

All but All Might. All Might whose standing on a tight rope for years now, bearing down all the weight of good for nothing scums. An Atlas to the whole hero society, a wounded one (she remembers it clearly, a wound that took a part his stomach and some of his lungs, how he's still alive is a question) who's running in determination and stubbornness.

He'll retire soon and pass it down to Deku if everything goes right.

(It has to go right, she has faith that her best friend would pull through, because Bakugou Katsuki would make it happen one way or another. Plus, no friend of hers is a loser.)

And she plans to change the hero society when she becomes number one, there's no question about that.

(Even if she has to fight Deku over the position of being number one in the end she doesn't care, she'll become the top and that's the end of that.)

"Really?" Katsuki stood up from her chair, sashaying her way to the back while Deku took hold of her uniform sleeve.

"Kacchan, please don't!" Red eyes flickered towards him, the unasked 'And why the fuck I shouldn't?' was clear.

Deku shook his head and gave her a firm look, the hand on her sleeve slid down to her hand and squeezed. "I'll handle this."

For what felt like a minute, Katsuki stared, and the three idiots deflated when they saw her nod.

Fucking idiots. Katsuki smirked inwardly while she watched the green haired boy approached the three on the back who straightened to their full height. Smug that they're getting off lightly.

But of course, they don't know her best friend/brother well so it's a given.

Everyone was watching him, waiting for him to make a move and probably laugh at him. Katsuki stopped herself from bristling like an angry cat when he saw the fucktard normie loom over her vertically challenged friend. She calmed herself to not fucking blow up the whole room along with her classmates to fucking hell and back when she saw them watching him with judging, mocking eyes. They're looking down on him and if they're doing that then by extension, they're looking down on me. The open palm on her desk was starting to smoke up and the small explosion made everyone jump.

"And what are you guys looking at?" Her classmates collectively shook their heads and tried to go back to what they were doing earlier but with an ear stuck to Deku and the three idiots.

Deku inhaled from his mouth and exhaled through his nose, his hand fisting over his pants to stop them from shaking, he looked up to the three idiots with a glint of indignation in his wide emerald eyes.

"Martin Luther King Jr, Mother Theresa, Nelson Mandela and Mahatma Gandhi." He spoke much to the bafflement of the idiots around them. All probably wondering why he would say the names of well-known people from history.

People who contributed greatly to the foundation of society as a whole.

All of them are people who existed in Katsuki's old reality, all of them existing except for some alterations in some dates that she can somewhat recall.

Sometimes Katsuki thinks that she might've been on the same universe but way ahead in the future.

The year of her birth was explanation enough.

"All of them are great people from the past and some would even go as far and call them heroes. But all of them share something other than being a hero."

"Well of course they are heroes, duh."

Patronizing and mocking amusement filled their eyes that Katsuki withhold the urge to pluck them out of their damn thick skulls. She started counting to a fifty, inhaling and exhaling deeply to calm myself.

Deku could take care of himself, he needs to learn how to win his own battles. Keep calm Katsu and let it go.

She opened her eyes after the 12th count just realizing that she had closed them prior to her growing irritation.

See bitch, Deku could take care of himself.

A smirk crawled in her lips seeing the dumbstruck expression that everyone was sporting after facts were slapped right across their face.

"The other thing that all those heroes have in common is that they all don't have quirks. Using all what they've been given, just doing what they thought was right without hesitation and fighting for it until the end. These are the prospect of what a hero is, doing what is justice and standing up for the weak. If they could all become heroes without quirks, who's to s-say that I can't be like one of them? That I can't be a hero."

"Well, now that that's over," Katsuki clapped her hands together, gathering the attention of her classmates, eyes filled with mocking glee at the idiots who dared to make fun of her friend.

"I'll go get our forgetful teacher so that we can all start the class."

Fuck. Fuckity. Fuck. FUCK!

Explosions leapt out of her hands in a futile attempt to get the thing off of her. God, it smells like a fucking sewer and the shits probably made of one. With much force she tried to wriggle her face in a desperate attempt to get some air and her eyes watered when she found out that it was trying to pry her mouth open. Specifically, trying to pry her mouth open, to get inside of her, turn her into a fucking body suit as the villain had stated. The fucking hero extras around her were only running around headless chickens, making no move to fucking save her.

Why the fuck is this even happening to her?

She was just about to go home after her shopping errand when the bitch descended out of nowhere then started covering her body with its gross sludge appendages like some bad hentai movie on a budget.

The bitch was hard to get out off, it's sludge like body making it hard to land solid hits in and now she's struggling for what felt like agonizing hours to catch her breath. And the shit even got its sludge everywhere on her, ensconcing her with a leery laugh. Katsuki is so gonna scrub her whole body raw and remain in the bathtub for as long as she can, preferably if she could also get away with using all of her mouthwash until she can't taste anything anymore.

Am I going to die again?

A small weak voice echoed in Katsuki's head where she quickly stomped down angrily at until that pathetic thought died down.

No, I'm not going to die again, if I have to die then I'm taking this bitch with me!

"GRAGHHHHHHHHH!" Another large explosion, this time she managed to direct at the sludge fucker's eyes making him scream much to her vindictive satisfaction, letting her in on some precious air before she was trapped once again, not even letting her make a move to get out.

"You fucking bitch! Since you don't want me to do it easily, then I'm going to make this more painful for you! GAHAHAHAHAHA!"

I'm a fucking minor! I swear, you're going to fucking regret doing this to me!

Katsuki let out another explosion just as something green and bushy caught her eyes.

No. Nononononononono get the fuck out of here Deku don't you fucking―

She let out a gasp for air when the sludge cleared away from her face after an improvised attack from her idiotic friend. Once she caught her breath, Katsuki immediately took aim at the slimy arm that's about to swipe Deku.

"DEKU WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?! GET THE FUCK OUT RIGHT NOW!" A growl left her throat when her arm was seized again, the sludge around her closing in tighter around her, her breath leaving her with her insides being squeezed painfully close to each other.

"YOU LITTLE, YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT!"

Deku continued to scratch uselessly at the bastard's body.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

"I can't do that Kacchan! My body just move on its own when I saw you like this! I'm sorry! I can't just standby and watch you get hurt like this! I―"

But before everything could get any worse than it already was, something wrenched her so fast that she saw stars. Up was down and down was up. And she came tumbling to the ground, getting her breath knocked out of her when something collided into her.

Katsuki fought for consciousness, she really did, but all she can see was a blurry huge white person with what could be his fist in an uppercut, green globs going everywhere, and a huge gale of wind until suddenly it was raining.

She lost consciousness when she tried to blink.

A/N: This had been rotting at my drafts for years now, so I decided to post this as a birthday gift for my favorite loud asshole. This is my first time writing about a character who's probably the embodiment of my pent up frustration and my beef with Life. It's fun and a great stress reliever. Hope y'all are doing fine and dandy wherever you are! Always take care, let me know what you think so far.

Fun Fact: My Gran really did throw kitchen knives at my cousin, to be fair, he was an ass. Guy ran away from old Gran, luckily only getting a scrape because of a close shave