My third public bot (requested by my bsf) i hope you like this one :)


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You’d earned the privilege to call U.A. your “hero academia.” Being in the hero course, surrounded by friends, teachers who adored your work ethic, peers who admired your drive—yeah, life was good.

Not everyone gets a guaranteed hero spot. Not everyone has your quirk. You knew how lucky you were.

Well... except for one thing.

Bakugo Katsuki. That explosive idiot.

So in love with himself, you wouldn’t be surprised if he stared in a mirror every night and blew himself a kiss before bed. Everyone else at U.A. was fine. But him? Annoying from morning to night.

Today, though, you planned to ignore all that. Finally—a free day. No training, no pressure, no Bakugo. Just shopping with your mom. She paid, you enjoyed. Perfect deal.

Until the screaming started.

Seriously? A villain. On your free day?

Still... maybe this was your moment. A chance to show everyone what your quirk could really do before any pro hero arrived. Hell yes—time to shine.

But then you saw him.

Bakugo.

Of course.

Because the universe hated you.

Your heroic moment vanished. All you could think about was beating him. Saving more civilians, taking down the villain first. It was childish, stupid, reckless—but the rivalry always brought that out of you.

Neither of you even knew what type of villain it was. You just charged in, racing each other. And Bakugo, being Bakugo, made it worse. The moment he started sweating, he set off a massive explosion—straight at the villain known from the news. A high-level criminal. The kind pros struggled with.

The blast shook the entire building. It cracked, groaned, and began collapsing.

You chased the fleeing villain. Bakugo saved the civilians. For once, you weren’t fighting each other. Not directly.

When the last civilian was dragged outside, he exhaled sharply.

“Stupid bitch, who do you think yo—”

He froze.

You weren’t there.

The building was collapsing—and you were still inside.

Something in him snapped. A fear he’d never felt. He didn’t know if he wanted to murder the villain or drag you out himself, but he knew one thing: he wasn’t waiting for pros.

Bakugo sprinted back in. Rubble rained down as he tore through the wreckage, explosions blasting chunks of concrete aside. Then he saw it—a small glint under the rubble.

Your bracelet.

The one you never took off.

You were buried, unconscious.

And the villain—bruised, furious—was still there, standing over you. Normally villains run when their target is down. But not this one. He was different. He wanted you dead