A/N: This is originally a Bakugou x Reader but as I am new to this online writing platform, I don't know if readers here prefer x reader or x oc. But this story is written in first person point of view. So except for y/n, everything else is the same as the one published on AO3 and Wattpad.
Disclaimer: I don't own My Hero Academia, Kohei Horikoshi does. I only own the plot of this story, the OC and the OC's quirk.
Quirk (original): Pain
Quirk Description: She can intensify a person's sense of pain by looking at them to the point that one simple scratch or a gust of a wind could be very painful. The effect will be gone once she blinks your eyes.
Quirk (stolen): Magma
Quirk Description: She can turn anything she touch with her hand or feet into magma. Too much use will risen her body temperature.
Other than that, enjoy reading!
CHAPTER 1: THE GIRL BORN WITH NOTHING
The first memory I had, I think, was that day when it was raining. It's fucking cold and in my memory, at least, I was alone. I think I was about four years old that time, I don't usually remember much. You know what they usually say, memories can sometimes be fabricated pieces to complete the ideal version of what we think of it. But I know for certain that the memory of that day was not fabricated. I was so sure of it, so certain that thinking about it made me throw up in disgust or burn the world to ashes, something along that line in between.
It was raining, the heavy downpour was like a reminder of how the gods were unleashing their wrath upon the mortals. The heavens would lit up with lightning once in a while followed by the thundering roar like a monster in the far-off distance. For a four year old kid, it sure was scary. I remember wearing a hoodie and I was barefoot. It's funny how I could not remember anything before that, I just woke up and the first thing I saw was darkening sky. I never knew the rain could be this sad and lonely. Well, it's always been sad and lonely. I really don't get why people think it is fun and dandy. Maybe those people who think like that are the ones who live in the comfort of their abode, warm and secure, too far from the cold and freezing temperature out in the open. Those people really disgust me.
I remember wandering off in the streets, sometimes in the back alleys but I learned soon enough that back alleys can be a lot more dangerous when you are a young girl alone and starving.
"Look what we have here? A little kitten all by herself," a man said, from my memory he looked scary and huge. Maybe because I was still young and small back then.
He wasn't alone. He's with another guy and I remember running away from those perverts but I didn't go that far until they caught up to me. One of them grabbed my hair and pulled me back before I scratched at him and he threw me to a wall. I didn't want to think the worse they could have done to me had my quirk not appeared that night.
Pain.
But it wasn't me who was pain. It was the man. He was screaming in so much pain while I looked at him, unblinking. The other guy didn't even help his companion and ran away. Now that I think about it, he was kind of a wimp for someone who was half the size of a young kid.
I didn't remember much after that, I think I passed out, oblivion taking me in its clutches and I thought it was for good. But when I opened my eyes again I was at a different place. It was an unfamiliar place then, but now it wasn't.
"Where am I?" I remember asking that question the moment I came to.
"You're home,"
That's right, now, it's no longer an unfamiliar place. It's home.
The voice that spoke sounded scary. It didn't even sound human for a second. When I looked at the source I saw a man sitting across the dimly lit room. I could not see his face no matter how I squint my eyes. Home, he said. I learned soon enough, as well, that the home he was talking about is the League of Villains.
"Poor you, no one came to rescue you from the cold."
"No one,"
"Not even the heroes."
"Not even the heroes."
"Not even your father."
His voice sounded mocking, but then I found myself muttering the exact same words. "Not even...my father."
Ah, when I think about it I still feel so mad that I would unconsciously activate my quirk like now, for example. I was so engrossed in reminiscing about the past that I almost forgot the guy screaming in front of me. He's certainly a delinquent, a third year in high school perhaps? It looks like he's way older than me though.
"Ah? You're still alive?" Look at him scream like a swine. A sigh escaped my lips as I rolled my eyes, blinking as my quirk deactivated and he fell on the concrete floor.
I bent down, tilting my head to get a better look at him but I can't quite see his face. It would be fun to see his painful expression. How I could not get enough of people and their painful expression while I use my quirk on them. I also find it fun and convenient, to see those expression with unblinking eyes, ah the utter satisfaction.
"Hey, are you dead?"
I saw him move slightly. Oh, at least he isn't dead. I might get in serious trouble if he died. But I guess this guy has a high pain tolerance, not that I used the full capacity of my quirk. He wouldn't be breathing if I did.
I lifted my hand and gripped his hair, making him look up at me. "What do people say when they bumped into someone?"
He didn't say anything. Maybe he couldn't speak. And here I thought he has high pain tolerance. He just bumped into me, I was going to let it slide on normal occasions but I was kind of in a bad mood today, not to mention how his stupid mouth ran non-stop earlier, insulting me and yelling at me like it was my fault when clearly it was his fault.
"When you bumped into someone, you don't tell them to go fuck off. You tell them you're sorry."
I may have been raise in a Villain household but those people can be more hero than most heroes these days. When the heroes turned their backs on me when I was starving and walking around aimlessly back then, it was those guys who rescued me from what could have been the end of me. But sometimes I get into arguments with them, especially with aniki.
"Are you sorry now?" I asked and the guy nodded his head the best he could. What? I didn't break his bones. Though if his sense of pain really did intensify to the point the a stroke of a strong gust could break his bones, then I guess he has a few broken ribs now.
"Okay then! I'll let you go since it looks like you learned your lesson."
I stood up after that and left. Humming a tone along the way. Fortunately I didn't bump into someone on my way back. I used to be scared of back alleys but this familiar alley made me relieve more than scared since I know where it's headed. Home.
"Shigaraki Tomura, you should not have yelled at her."
I heard a familiar voice just before I could go inside. I knew it's Kurogiri, the sound of his stern yet polite tone could not be overlooked as he scold aniki. I leaned on the side of the wall, just listening to what aniki is about to say.
"Shut up Kurogiri," he hissed, I bet he is also scratching his neck by now. He always does that when he's stressed or frustrated. "That brat started it first."
"Don't call me a brat!"
I think I might have barged in by instinct when I heard him calling me a brat again. I hated it, I'm not a brat yet he always calls me that to irk the hell out of me.
"Oh, Itami you're back. Where have you been? Did you go too far? Did you encounter someone undesirable?" Kurogiri always acted like some kind of a guardian to me and aniki so much that I'm seriously so fed up.
"Kurogiri, shut up. Can't you see the brat still has all four limbs intact?"
Suddenly a hissed came from aniki's mouth and I realise I had activated my quirk and his sense of pain intensified. By utter coincidence, he was scratching his neck the moment I activated my quirk and what was supposed to be a scratch, I bet, felt really painful now and aniki isn't too happy about it as he stood from the stool he was sitting on and lunged at me. He was so close into grabbing my face with his bare hand when Kurogiri stepped between us and separate us from each other.
"Stop it this instant! You two should not bicker to the point that one of you might end up dead."
"That's certainly not me though," I said and Kurogiri turned to me as I raise my hand mockingly. "Alright, I'm sorry."
I didn't even know what aniki and I were fighting about before I left earlier. He did yell at me and that kinda broke my fragile heart so I went out to breathe some fresh air. We have always been like this so it wasn't new. I bet by tomorrow we'd forgotten about this.
"Itami, why don't you go to your room?" Kurogiri suggested and I was about to do just that as I wave my hand at them and walked towards the door.
"In your room, Itami. Not outside." As if Kurogiri had to remind me that. Besides, I'm tired, I feel like I could fall into the depths of slumber any second now.
I was on my way out when I stopped and looked back. "Aniki, I think you really should stop scratching your neck when you're stressed out. I heard only dogs do that."
"You damned brat!"
I run down the hallway and into my room. True enough, the moment my body hit the not so soft yet comfortable mattress, a sigh of relief escaped my lips and soon after that I was asleep. The darkness felt comforting, so comforting it reminded me of how I am a girl born with nothing.
And therefore, I'm not afraid to lose anything. For I have nothing to begin with.
But that may have change sooner than later. The nothing that I always believe I have will change and I will have everything. From friendship to happiness and maybe even love. I really don't know then, that those transient things I thought of between slumber and waking up would soon come to reality.
