Blood and Air [Bakugo X OC]

Sports Festival

I lay flat on the floor of my room, dressed in my UA uniform, going over my life. Today was a shitty day for me. Not only was I fucking confused and still slightly, probably, high over the sense of Bakugo from yesterday and my embarrassment and shame from a few other moments earlier, but I was in pain. In emotional pain. 

Today was the one year death anniversary of my grandmother.

Granted, my grandmother and I didn't have the best relationship, as she put me back in that place two times. Granted, I didn't have the strength to explain to her why I got so fucking skilled at swordsmanship and my Blood Quirk. Granted, I had a year to cope over her death.

But what made it so much harder was the fact I wasn't there for her. That the last moment I had of my grandmother was she and I arguing about me going to UA. I was going to get the recommendation, was excited. I was going to start a new life, trying to change myself. But my grandmother worried my Quirk wasn't hero like. That my trauma was too much. That I would be better taking over the company with my blank face than trying to be a hero.

Then she was murdered, after our long argument. She was murdered trying to help a child who was being abused by a man. The murderer wasn't caught, and her body was ripped to shreds. And I fell back into a mental relapse.

It was my fault. If didn't get her so mad, she wouldn't have stormed off. She wouldn't have seen the situation in a back alley and tried to help. She wouldn't have her body practically explode from the inside. And she would still be here and I would attend UA, despite our differences.

When I was put back into the place, I met a little girl. She looked like my little sister, with her silver/ white long hair, scared red eyes and bandaged arms. She reminded me of I when I was younger. So when I was discharged, and was told she died due to the major earthquake earlier that week, that became my conviction. 

I was going to be a hero to save the smiles of the people, to reassure them they will be safe, no matter what expression I can make.

Today is just furthering that idea. I need to win, win and show my grandmother that I can succeed in the hero world.

I just have to find the energy to stand up first. 

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I was late. By one minute. I rushed down the long hall, dressed in my exercise uniform, searching for class 1-A's waiting room. I was about to give up and just hop onto the field, when I saw a familiar tall, wide and muscle back and red hair. My body froze, as if I was in a cartoon.

His turquoise eyes beamed onto me, the heat of his flames reaching me from there. Oh fuck. O fuckity fucking fuck.

I wished he didn't see me, so I could just squeeze away. But his booming voice shouted my name.

"Mirayu!"

My body froze at the name. "What did you just call me?" I blurted, feeling something tick in me.

Mr. Enji gave me his evil signature glare, one that makes villains tremble. It just made my mood worse. "Mirayu, it's been a long time. Why don't you come over to train anymore?"

I clenched my fists, hiding them behind my back as I straightened my posture and stared Endeavor down. "I never gave you permission to call me that." I said coldly and he frowned, walking forward as he toward over me, the heat from his flames weirdly cold in a way.