ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ 𐀔 "For your dreams, lightswitch."
𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 a nightmare-ish girl and an explosive boy try not to kill each other as they become heroes in their own stubborn ways and... lovers? What the fuck?
slowburn katsuki bakugo x teasing!oc
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𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞
Children in front of the TV can easily be manipulated by ads to want products, resulting in them running to their parents and begging for the latest toy or child meal at some fast-food place. Or by footage of pro heroes, whether in commercials or news reports. Their minds can be shaped and influenced quite easily.
Instead of running to their parents about the latest Happy Meal, perhaps it was the toy of their new favorite superhero or the desire to use their own quirk for good, to one day become a hero just like them.
They are told to believe that there are good guys and bad guys. That's what society is trained to believe. And that belief deepened as new generations were raised with this mindset from before they could even talk.
She was like any other child, staring at the news footage on her living room television. Pro hero All Might had saved the day again, defeating the latest villain.
Her dream? To become a pro hero like every other child at preschool, but she'd be the first without a quirk! It would be the world's biggest revelation.
But the world was blinded by such fantasies, unable to see the corruption that overtook this standard—until it was far too late to turn back.
They would remain blind to this unfolding until it was right in front of them, with the bodies of heroes and villains who paid the price for such thinking.
Quirks were given at random. You had no control over whether you got a "villainous" quirk, a "hero" quirk, or no quirk at all. But in a society like this, it affected the way you were perceived, even if it wasn't your fault.
Even if you were an unknowing child.
"Where are we going?" The young girl stared at the larger hand intertwined with her own.
She glanced back at the park she had just been playing in. The swing she had been on moments ago was still swaying slightly, considering she had been abruptly led away.
"Just come," they replied, leading her farther and farther away from the playground.
The world didn't care if it was your fault, what the true intentions were—none of that. They believed what they were told. And if the world thought you were a villain? Why bother wasting your breath trying to convince them otherwise, knowing they'd never believe you? You'd need proof, and even then, they might refuse to accept it.
Not until blood was spilled and all hope was lost in a blur of hysterics and confusion, as society crumbled beneath them.
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brought to you by: a random burst of inspiration after a year and a half of procrastination
