Summary: Kagome, younger twin to Shoto, was regarded as a failure by their father. With her Quirk never showing during her youth, her father regarded her as a blight on his legacy. He gave her away. After sealing the well up, she's accepted into U.A. Her very presence serves to shake things up in the best ways!

Pairing: Undecided

Disclaimer: I do not own either series. Each belongs to their rightful owners.

Chapter Twenty-One

The further away she got, her mood still failed to improve. A heavy weight rested on her shoulders. There was only so much she could do to mask the heavy feelings coursing through her. Soon enough, however, she was able to find a spot secluded from the noise of the arena, and she sank down with a sigh. It was quiet but…-

It'd only been a few minutes, but the weight of a stare fixed on her made her pick her head up to glance at the doorway. Standing there was a familiar blonde boy, and she bit back a grimace.

So, was it just impossible for her to have a bit of solitude?

Her hope that the explosive teen would leave after glaring at her was crushed as he stepped more into the room. She already felt bad enough. She didn't need him going on and adding to it with whatever he was about to say to her.

The chair two spots from her was pulled out, the legs scraping loudly against the ground. He sat down, seeming to join her in the silence of the room. For a moment, she began to second-guess his reason for being there. Maybe he was only after a spot of peace and quiet to prepare himself for the impending fight. She risked a glance his way from beneath her bangs. His gaze was pointed at the wall. Something in his aura snagged her attention. She didn't miss the way he tapped his heel against the floor.

The silence was heavy the longer she sat there in his company, but she was certain that wasn't his intent this time around. Still, she turned her head even more so she could look directly at him. The longer they sat in each other's company, the less she cared if he noticed her attention. It was silent for a few seconds more before he finally broke it.

"What're you looking at, brat?" he scoffed. He leaned further back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest as he made himself comfortable. Kagome arched a brow at his harsh tone. Something about his posture and glare was so familiar. When she pieced it together a few seconds later, she couldn't help the laugh that broke free. "Tch…" He glared at her, which only made her laugh harder. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing, nothing," she said in between her giggles. After a few more seconds, she had composed herself. She turned in her chair so she was facing him. "It's just that for a moment there, you looked just like someone I know," she stated with a smile highlighting her gleaming eyes. It felt like the first genuine one she'd had in a while. "Well, that, and the fact that your personality is spot on with how he was when we first met, too!"

His silence met her, and she rolled her eyes. She wasn't surprised by his lack of cooperation when it came to a response.

"It's kinda nice, you know," she hummed softly.

"The hell do you mean?"

Kagome shrugged. "You act just like him, you know," she mused. "He pretended like he hated me at first, too, but he warmed up after a while."

"Oi!" Bakugo shifted in his seat to level a glare on her. "Who do you think you're-!"

"If you're gonna say you really don't like me, then why are you here with me?" she retorted dryly. His spike in annoyance did not affect her. "We have more in common than the rest of the class, after all," she added as an afterthought.

"..." His silent glare made her sigh. Still, she stood by her prior thought, considering he hadn't bailed from the room already.

"That's why Sesshoumaru always pairs us up, you know," she stated as a fact. "I've been his student long since we started the school year," she continued. "The fact that he sees you on my level is a good thing- otherwise he'd just have me train against him, you know," she admitted. "Don't you think it'd be nice if we could be amicable to each other, at least?" She paused and looked at him, silence building up for a few, short seconds. After a moment, she shook her head and laughed. "But I feel like getting you to be nice is like pulling teeth from a fire demon," she added with a giggle lining her words. He bristled at her comment.

"Why would I wanna be friends with some weak little brat?" he scoffed. Kagome arched a brow, her smile fading fast.

"I suppose you're right," she mused softly. She didn't want to, but she thought back to her childhood days spent in that house. She sighed and shook her head, but it did nothing to clear her thoughts. "I am weak, aren't I?"

It was a response he hadn't been expecting. It was normal for her to argue back- so much so that it'd become their normal routine. Her subdued tone made him glance at her. She didn't react like she usually did when someone looked at her.

"That's what you got to say?" Bakugo scoffed. He stood up from his chair fast, the metal legs scraping loudly against the ground. Kagome jumped at the sound, a startled cry coming from her when he'd abruptly snatched her up by her collar. In a swift motion, she was on her feet gazing up into narrowed crimson eyes.

"What's your problem?" Kagome huffed, hands coming up to grab at his wrists. His grip didn't falter. If anything, it'd tightened when it looked like she might shove him off of her.

"Don't go callin' yourself weak," he snapped at her. He'd gotten his ass kicked by her several times. If she was calling herself weak, then she was calling him weak, too. The surprise was swift to appear in her eyes- that shade of blue identical to the split-haired boy in their class.

He remembered the conversation he'd overheard. Before then, he never cared enough to notice the similarities between them. Now that he knew, he was looking for every single one and finding them all easily.

She was quiet for a few seconds more.

"We're gonna face off in the second round," he stated. "Got it, brat?"

It wasn't a suggestion or an offer. It was a demand, a promise. That much, she could identify in his tone. She knew how the bracket was set up. If he won against Uraraka and she won against her opponent, then they would be set up in the next round.

His grip on her fell away finally, and he stepped away from her. He hadn't waited for her to say anything before he turned and left the room.

By now the matches had started, but she knew watching them wouldn't help any.

Before she knew it, it was time for her to make her way to the arena. No matter how long she spent trying to prepare herself, as she made her way down, she felt less prepared than ever.

Her opponent, Kaminari, was someone she was more than familiar with- especially his Quirk. It couldn't pass through her barriers, so she wasn't completely helpless against him.

The first strike, she was able to defend against well. Her translucent barrier shielded her well. A stare from the crowd, however, seemed to burn through it. She knew it couldn't defend against his ire, and she was unhappily struck to her core the longer he observed her.

Her barrier faltered and faded as she froze in place when that familiar glare lingered on her. She could feel him observing her, just as she could see him from behind her. Still, she wasn't so zoned out to forget that she was in the middle of a fight. Just before her opponent could reach her, she backtracked a step. As she did, a wall of ice shot up from the ground.

Kaminari stopped just before he hit the ice, taken aback as it seemed to form a more sturdy wall around her. Even it, however, wasn't enough to block him out. She felt her anger burn within her, fiery and scorching. It was turning overwhelming, burning at her insides like a catastrophic explosion.

Her eyes opened, ice settling in the deep blue pools as something inside her seemed to snap at last.

Fine.

If that's how he wanted to be, then he could watch her all he wanted. She let her gaze return to Kaminari, a frown pulling at her stoic expression.

"Sorry for getting you caught up in it like this," she muttered to herself. Her anger gnawed at her core, building up until she couldn't harbor it within her any longer. "... I'll make it up to you later," she amended to herself, even though he couldn't hear her.

The flames at the tips of her fingers grew hotter as the pink evaporated away. A tie-dye effect flickered at the palms of her hand before the pink faded to dance along her skin, swapping places entirely with the blue. If not for the pink sticking to her skin, then the heat from the blue flames wouldn't undoubtedly leave her with severe burns.

Not too much, but just enough to knock him off his feet…-

She took a step forward, raising her hand as she did. As she did, her thoughts shifted to Dabi, recalling the volatile protection his blue flames had provided her. She didn't want to hurt her classmate, and the pink seeped into to dance along with the blue, a healing trace along the lethality in the palm of her hand.

Kaminiari noticed a split second too late, stumbling back when the ice guarding her melted in a burst of blue and pink tie-dye flames. The burst that hit him knocked him back, the pink soothing any burns he might sustain as he passed out from the force and heat against him.

As the match was called in her favor, Kagome let her posture relax. From the stands, she felt his attention transfixed on her still, but the heat behind it had shifted into something else. She didn't want to search the crowd for his stare.

When she was permitted to leave the arena, she did just that. She could feel Sesshoumaru calling to her, so she knew she had to go to him.

000

The sports festival, being such a huge event, was broadcast on TV. When her fight was announced, it was enough to make him pay attention. Bright blue eyes faltered and turned from the news screen when she was no longer visible.

He chuckled a second later and shoved his hands in his pockets as he made his way down the street.

"Look at you," he hummed to himself. "You're shining, Kagome." Deep down, he felt an odd sense of undeserved pride at witnessing her fight. Or, maybe it was more so satisfaction that her flames were more like his own, as opposed to that bastard old man.

"You've always been my girl, after all."

"I wasn't aware you had learned to do that," Sesshoumaru mused as he met up with the raven-haired girl. Kagome paused and looked up at him, a wry smile appearing on her face.

"Neither was I, actually," she responded. Her honesty made him arch a brow. "I'm not sure what happened…"

She had gotten so angry with her father's attempts at shaking her, and, when the anger finally got to be too much, it seemed to seep into her flames.

"I guess I just got so angry that I couldn't hold it back anymore," she added with a faint hum.

"There you are, Kagome!"

She jumped at the familiar voice, turning just in time to spot the flame-covered hero approaching her and Sesshoumaru. At once, the peace she felt had faded. Sesshoumaru was keen to pick up on the immediate shift in her scent.

"What do you want?" she asked as he closed the distance to her. His glare was imposing, but she stood her ground.

"What do you think?" he questioned. "I had no idea you had grown so much," he stated. Kagome felt uneasy by his comment. "You still have a ways to go, of course, and who's better to oversee your training than myself?"

"... huh?"

Had she heard him right? Earlier he had disregarded her entirely, but now…?

"Come with me," he stated. "I can train both you and Shoto."

He ignored Sesshoumaru's presence entirely, not seeming to care that he was there. Kagome frowned and shook her head.

"Why would I do that?" she asked, hands tightening into fists at his audacity. "I don't need you-!"

Sesshoumaru's glare was spine-chilling. Kagome noticed it before Endeavor, and her eyes widened when he reacted first. Kagome stumbled back when Sesshoumaru stepped between her and her father, a clawed hand lifting quickly. There was no warning before he'd gripped Endeavor firmly by the neck.

"You have undeserved arrogance if you think you have any right to make demands of my pupil," he growled, tone low in warning.

"She's my daughter," Endeavor responded in a harsh scoff. "She's better off being trained by me as opposed to you."

His response made Sesshoumaru tighten his grip. It was then that Endeavors's haughty attitude faltered.

"Perhaps you didn't hear me," Sesshoumaru responded, eyes bleeding red in his rage at this human's arrogance. "You are not to interact with what's mine," he stated.

Kagome frowned, looking up at the two. She reacted without thinking, reaching up to grip Sesshoumaru by his wrist.

"Leave it alone, please," she pleaded softly. She didn't want to help her father, but…- Sesshoumaru's grip faltered only when she intervened. Endeavor took a step back when he was finally released.

Sesshoumaru's glare was like ice the longer he stood there. A few seconds passed, and he scoffed, turning on his heel. As he did, he turned golden eyes to the girl with him.

"Come, Kagome," he stated.

She spared the flame-covered hero one last glance before she did as requested of her.

Auroua-chan: I've been working on this for a while. Had some writer's block, but hopefully it's gone for now!

Kagome's flames have advanced a bit, and Dabi's proud of her for it. Well, the more she's like him, the better (in his mind, at least.) She just needs to learn how to control them a bit better, but right now it's tied to her emotions, but the looks of it.
Anyway, so Endeavor's seen what Kagome can do, and he got too ahead of himself! Sesshoumaru definitely isn't pleased with him, to say the least. He's definitely a little protective of Kagome- maybe more than he should be for his student, but it's never been stated how deep his feelings for her go hehe
There was a bit of Bakugo and Kagome interaction in this chapter. He'll warm up to her soon enough.

Anyway, that's it for now! Thank you for reading and I hope you all enjoyed! Hopefully I caught all the errors before posting, but if not sorry.

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