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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𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬
"Asumi! That was badass!" she heard as she entered the room where the rest of the students were watching the fights. There was a gigantic TV with a timer reading zero and multiple screens displaying different rooms inside the building she had been in. Strangely, she hadn't noticed any of the cameras inside.
Of course, the source of the voice was none other than Kirishima. She made her way over to Todoroki and flashed him a brief smile. "Thanks." Leave it to him to pump you up after delivering a well-deserved punch to someone's face.
Todoroki glanced down at her. "I didn't think you'd use it."
"Yeah, well," she crossed her arms over her chest as they watched All Might and Bakugo enter the room, Midoriya already carried off to the nurse, "I had to do something to buy time."
He hummed in understanding, though their attention was locked on an irritated and still mildly confused Bakugo as he looked their way. Todoroki was merely a bystander as their glares tore into one another, provoking the other to say something, only to surprise her when Bakugo willingly backed down by looking away and frowning at the floor, so his hair covered the upper half of his face.
He looked so... defeated.
She couldn't think too hard about his actions because she was interrupted by All Might's evaluation.
"Well, despite the results, the MVP of this exercise is young Iida!" There was a chorus of gasps.
Asui spoke for everyone when she asked, "Shouldn't it be one of the heroes instead, since they're the winners?"
"Mm! Valid question." All Might put his hands on his hips. "Why didn't I choose one of those three? Who has a guess?"
Momo, no surprise there, raised her hand. "Sir! I can tell you why. Iida embraced this challenge. He was the only one who truly adapted to his assigned role."
"I'll explain. Bakugo's judgment was clouded by a personal grudge against Midoriya. As you pointed out earlier, launching a large-scale attack indoors was a foolish move. It could've been disastrous." She finished, referring to the gauntlets on his arms.
His nitroglycerin-like sweat fueled his quirk already, but storing it in those big bombs and then releasing it in one go is what caused that huge explosion.
For once, he had no comment on the judgment coming his way. He stared at the floor with his fists clenched by his sides.
She continued, "Similarly, Midoriya's plan was also poorly thought out, considering the amount of damage he received. He rendered himself helpless. Not smart."
"As for Uraraka, she let her guard down mid-battle, and her final attack was far too reckless given the hypothetical stakes. If she had treated the fake weapon as though it were real, she never would've risked using such an imprecise move."
