TW: mild description of an anxiety attack

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In which [Name] cooks some chicken wings, horny bakugo holds a concert, and two types of ashes are discussed.

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the air, aiming a punch straight for [Name]'s face.

"Bro, that kinda hurted my feelings doe 😔 " [Name] jumped out of the way quickly.

"Please stand still so I can burn you to a crisp [Name]," Todoroki stated bluntly, aiming bursts of fireballs at [Name] and her teammates.

"I HAVE YOUR BACK, QUEEN!" Kirishima jumped in front of the consistent attacks, hardening his body. [Name] threw some plasma-powered punches towards Todoroki and Kaminari, who were a part of Team A, along with Bakugo.

"HeEEYY- MMPH!" [Name] yelped in surprise as she was pulled backwards into someone's chest. As she breathed in the familiar scent of caramel, she could tell it was Bakugo. One of his gloved hands pressed against her mouth, muffling her, while the other was held right next to her head.

It's too early in the morning for this horny shit... [Name] thought with annoyance. [Name] had decided to spar with her friends before Hawks and Mirko would arrive to train with her.

She had never woken up this early in her life.

"Team B, come any closer and I'll blow her up! Forfeit... Now." Bakugo growled softly, his lips next to [Name]'s ear. He pulled her so close to his 'bakutatas' that she could feel his chest lowly vibrating with every word. It was warm, comforting even, but she had to remember that he was the enemy.

"Dude chill, it's just a sparring match!" Kirishima protested, stepping closer cautiously. In response, Bakugo's quirk fired up next to [Name]'s head as the girl, seconds away from her death, saw her life flash before her eyes, half of it sleeping and the other half most likely committing illegal offenses.

God DAMN I'm hungry, [Name] thought as she chomped down on Bakugo's hand like that shit was a Double Big Mac Deluxe Combo with fries and a drink on the side™.

"OwwWW!" Bakugo screamed as he waved his hand around frantically, in the process, fired a blast straight for poor little unsuspecting [Name]'s face.

"[Name]! Watch out!" A man's voice yelled. He tackled her to push her out of the way. The two hit the ground rolling, and as they stopped, all [Name] could see was fluffy purple hair on top of her.

"Shinsou! Thanks!" [Name] grinned brightly. "My lord, my savior, grape Rick San-"

"Bakugo! Were you trying to kill her!?" The purple-haired boy yelled angrily, scrambling off the girl's body with a prominent blush on his face.

"Yeah, lmao-" Bakugo suddenly fell susceptible to Shinsou's mind control for like the millionth time.

"He never learns..." Kaminari sighed sadly.

"Twerk in front of Mr. Aizawa's office window while singing your favorite song." Shinsou huffed, rolling his eyes.

"I SEE 👀 RED 😳 RED ❤️ OH RED 🍆 💦" Bakugo did so, causing the emo teacher to start cursing him out in a school-friendly manner.

"Isn't that song from a porn movie?" Kaminari snickered.

"How would you know that? Did you watch it?" Kirishima deadpanned.

"I gotta prepare, duh..." The boy smirked at [Name], making Shinsou pout and tug her shirt gently to slightly pull her away from the blonde man-whore.

"You really be out here preparing for nothing, 😹" [Name] laughed as the forever virgin pikachu headass cried in the corner.

Two figures appeared in the large UA gym, catching [Name]'s eye.

"Hawks! Mirko!" The latter female, who had already greatly warmed up to [Name], hopped happily and wrapped the younger girl in her arms.

"Little bunny! I missed you!!!" She cried dramatically, picking up [Name] and effortlessly twirling her around.

"We saw this whiny baby bitch yesterday," Hawks scoffed, examining the area.

Kaminari and Kirishima stood far away, drinking some water. Shinsou watched Bakugo warily as he had now progressed to singing "Shawty's🙇🏼‍♂️ like a melody🎵 in my head 🧠 that i can't keep out❌ got me singing like✍️ nananana👄 everyday😿 like my iPod📱 stuck in replay 🔄," and Aizawa had shut himself in his office and began to work on the 17th resignation letter he had filled out this year but never turned in.

"I see UA is the top of hero education these days..." The blonde snickered, looking around.

"Bunny, were you training with your friends? Make sure you don't overwork yourself, because you gotta train with us now too!" Mirko said, handing [Name] a water bottle.

"Don't worry, the kid will learn her lesson after I'm through with her." Hawks smirked, cocking (😹) his head smugly.

"May I remind you that horny people have no rights," Mirko glared at Hawks. "Now, let's start."

Hawks cracked his knuckles and smirked as he skillfully hovered mere centimeters across from [Name] in the large battlefield, staring her down with his sharp eyes. His body, lean yet strong, was perched in a casual yet confident predator-like stance, his wings extended. They were gorgeous, yet threatening.

In retaliation, [Name] stood in a 'more-than-shitty' fighting stance, her slouching bringing out her scoliosis 😻. The girl clumsily stumbled into a defensive position, as she yawned sleepily, making Hawks cringe slightly.

"Alright, [Name]! Hawks is going to fight you, and we need you to focus on trying to activate your synthetic quirk ability," Mirko said from the sidelines. "I'll watch you and make notes on where you can improve."

"Wh-What?!" [Name] stumbled out of her fighting stance. "I can't activate that at will! It only happened once in a small amount the other day! That doesn't mean i-it's strong, or that I want to use it!"

Mirko bit her lip. Just as she had expected, [Name] had started to get defensive. She couldn't blame her— as discussed between Aizawa, them, and the school, her quirk was quite unstable and held bad memories for her.

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"What? So the whole reason she's going from agency to agency is to see if one of us can tame that quirk of hers?" Hawks huffed, looking uninterested. "Sorry, but we have better things to do than that. Why does she even have it, anyways? She was born on a trashy, quirkless island. "

Aizawa's eyebrow twitched slightly as he looked at the cocky blonde, resisting the urge to bash his face in.

"Besides, my agency is already busy with interns. I don't have any time." Hawks scoffed, crossing his arms.

"I am once again asking you respectfully." Aizawa said slowly and calmly. "Please help my daughter. If she can master it, she will be a valuable asset to your agency. Even if she is not able to, she's strong. Plus... I'll pay for every training session."

"How much?" Hawks suddenly smirked, turning around, a glint of interest in his golden eyes.

"Hawks, come on, that's cheap!" Mirko said, eyes sparkling. "We need to train the youth of this nation! This girl seems badass! We don't need money!"

"No money, no training." Hawks said, getting up and starting to walk out of the room, his actions devoid of manners.

"Fine. Every hour of every training session. 200 dollars." Aizawa repeated.

"It's a deal... And don't worry, I'll force that quirk out of her if I have to."

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"Do I have tooo?" [Name] whined, pulling Mirko out of her thoughts.

"Yeah ❤️ " Hawks replied, lunging towards the girl quickly.

"You're so fast!" [Name] gasped, trying her best to jump out of the way. She could, to a certain extent, but Hawks punches and kicks grazed her, and the dodging was waring down her stamina.

"That's what she said," Mirko said, intelligently writing some notes down, but in reality she was drawing Endeavor's nudes, which had been accidentally leaked the other day by Shoto himself.

The others in the gym were now watching [Name] and Hawks fight. Kirishima and Kaminari began to cheer for her while Shinsou and Todoroki discussed the girl's capabilities.

"[Name] is quite agile," Shinsou stated, watching the girl with concealed wonder. "I guess I didn't expect it, with how lazy she is."

"I agree. It's something I quite like about her. She doesn't put in as much effort as she should, but she still gains some new sense of determination when fighting," Todoroki said, effectively 'Roasting that Bitch™' and applying some ice to the burn in one sentence.

"Like?" Shinsou's eyebrow twitched slightly. "I guess I admire her as well."

"Who said I was talking about admiration?" Todoroki said bluntly, feeling internally satisfied at the annoyed look on Shinsou's face.

"Come on, you won't be able to beat me until you get that blood of yours burning!" Hawks laughed darkly, lashing out at her again and again. While [Name] was trying her best to hold against him, her arms and legs were soon covered by faint, red marks from whiplash—or rather winglash.

[Name] smirked as she threw a bunch straight for his lower area, but widened her eyes as he turned the tables by kicking her down to the floor and pushing her against the ground with one of his feet.

"Nice try, but by studying your past battles, I know you tend to aim for the peepee." Hawks smirked.

He rubbed his boot condescendingly against the girl's cheek, an action at which Kirishima clenched his fist angrily due to his RESPECT WOMEN™ vibes.

"Those boots are really ugly, chicken brain..." [Name] wheezed as she hit the ground.

"I'll have you know, these are Gucci." Hawks said angrily, kicking her once again. "This can't be the best fighting you can do. If so, I'm disappointed."

"That's why yo shoes raggedy," [Name] glared.

"That's why yo mama dead," Hawks replied. "Dead as hell."

"Shit." Todoroki murmured with wide eyes.

"Hawks! Her mom was actually killed! You can't just say that!" Mirko whisper-yelled.

"What shoes does she got on?" Hawks continued. "What shoes she had on in her casket?"

"I'm angery, no speak to me." [Name] huffed, pouting and refusing to look at the blonde above her.

"Come on, baby bird! I was just kidding!" Hawks whined, leaning his face down to hers, showing her 'spare coochie' eyes.

"Time to throw you in my basement," [Name] grinned, grabbing Hawks's ankle tightly with her hand.

"That reminds me of a story father once read to us during family reading time..." Todoroki muttered to himself.

"🤞Strumming😳 my😻 pain🔥 with💅🏼 his🏻 fingers🏘️ Singing🌷 my🌡️ life with his ♿ words... Killing⚱️me softly😏with💊his🙈 song..." Bakugo belted.

"Ah yes! That's the one." Todoroki nodded intelligently. "Thank you, Bakubreasts."

[Name] pushed the Hawks's boot off her face and then quickly jumped to her feet. She then pulled her fist back, using plasma around her feet to launch herself at Hawks.

"Nope." The male laughed, quickly dodging [Name]'s punch. The girl then pivoted on her foot, aiming a kick straight for his face, throwing him off guard.

The blonde's emotionless face faltered for a mere second, but he simply leaned back, his wings supporting him in midair, once again evading her punch. Even when he was unsuspecting of her attacks, he could easily dodge them.

Holy shit, this guy is fast! [Name] thought with annoyance. With her last-minute attack, she had slightly grazed his shirt, however not causing any damage.

The [h/c]-haired girl was beginning to get more frustrated.

"Too much work!" She growled, her [e/c] eyes glinting with intensity. In haste, she sent waves of plasma from her palms to the pro hero's body, but he simply dodged them again.

"Come on, [Name]!" He drawled. His smooth and laid-back tone was beginning to get on [Name]'s nerves. The fight continued on, quite one-sided, in Hawks's favor. "I'm barely even scratched!"

"Shut up..." [Name] growled to herself.

"I told you, we'll stop when you try and burn your blood." Hawks said, constantly degrading and provoking the girl.

Although he wasn't using his full power, [Name]'s mind began racing at Hawks's speed. A kick to her side. To her stomach, to her leg. A couple of his feathers began to race around her with malicious intent. She was soon scratched up, bloody, and bruised.

What the fuck is going on?! This is supposed to be a casual training session! [Name] thought with frantic confusion. As [Name]'s heart thumped wildly, as her panic reached its limit.

"STOP!" [Name] screwed her eyes shut as she felt the all-too uncomfortably familiar feeling of ashy plasma rising in her throat.

"[Name]!" Kaminari furrowed his eyebrows, trying to step forward, as it was obvious the girl was in distress, something that he hated.

"Don't move, boys." Mirko stated, making sure none of them entered the battling area. She watched with concern, making sure to intervene if anything went horribly wrong— if it wasn't already.

Hawks, eyes slightly wide with wonder, stepped back a few steps as he stared at what [Name] had created. An ashy demonic creature, only human-sized but still horrifying, rose from the ground. It had blazing [e/c] eyes and crimson-tinted hair. The face was slightly feminine.

"Damn, I guess I found out what shoes her mama was wearing in her casket," was the last thing Hawks whispered before the demon, no doubt similar in looks to the [h/c] haired girl, lunged towards him with horrifying speed.

Hawks widened his eyes and flapped his wings powerfully, disbanding the figure and sending loose particles of ash flying right back towards [Name].

At the feeling of the rough particles nipping at her skin, [Name] opened her eyes, which was a grave mistake. The ashy plasma flew around her, surrounding her, clouding her vision, inching into her eyes, uncomfortably pressing against her lungs, reminding her of things she did not want to remember.

The girl stood in silence, legs shaking. She couldn't hear any of her friends or her hero mentors.

"[Name]..."

The remnants, although by now settled down, seemed to whisper her name. [Name] was losing sight of the heroes in front of her, instead held captive by the vivid images of ashy figures flitting across her mind.

"[NAME]!" Kirishima yelled. The boy pushed past Mirko and tried to run towards her, but was stopped by Hawks.

The feeling of warm liquid running down [Name]'s arms barely registered in her brain as she clawed at them desperately and out of habit, pressing her nails into her palms. Gray and bloody-red clouded her vision. She sank to the ground slowly and silently.

But then, it suddenly went dark. No gray. No red. Just pitch black. [Name] paused in surprise as her breathing suddenly becoming more regulated. Wherever she was, it was calming, warm, and safe.

Hawks's ethereal wings were wrapped around [Name], covering and shielding her, forming a safe space. His feathers were ruffled, soft to the touch against [Name]'s skin. One of them wiped the tears gently from her eyes.

Hawks pulled her hands away from her self-damaged body firmly, then wrapped his arms around [Name], his jacket thrown to the side in order to provide her skin-to-skin contact, which he knew calmed those experiencing an anxiety attack.

After all, he knew what she felt. He knew where she came from, and the two were similar in many ways, whether he had realized it at first or not. It just took him this long to get it through his brain.

[Name]'s eyes closed as she listened to Hawks's heartbeat, reminding herself that he was not a lifeless demon, even though he kind of acted like one at times.

"Hey kid, you're okay. Don't worry, that's all the training for now. You did good." Hawks said, trying to switch to a lighter tone. "Even I had a hard time against you!"

"Why the fuck would you push her like that?" Bakugo watched nearby with angry, ruby eyes. He stomped up to the two, but shut his mouth with a silencing glare from Hawks.

"I'd advise you to leave this to me," Hawks stated. "I know about this, from experience. So if you want to help your friend, give her a few minutes. She's strong, but she just needs some time."

"...Fine."

"And... Nobody ever speaks about this. Especially to the press. What happened here, stays here." Hawks huffed.

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"[Name], come on. You shouldn't be alone right now, I'll take you to your dorm." Bakugo murmured, gently grabbing the girl's hands and pulling her up.

"Thanks, Bakugo. But I'm fine!" [Name] laughed lightheartedly. By now, she was restored back to her usual mental state, and if possible, wanted to forget everything that happened today.

"Just let me take care of you for once, dammit." Bakugo mumbled, picking the girl up bridal style.

"B-Bakugo-Senpai!!! OwO!!! *tucks tail between legs* Not here, in front of everyone!!" [Name] snorted, but blushed slightly as he held her tightly against his body.

"How dare you furry roleplay with him and not me," Kaminari grumbled, as he and Kirishima followed behind.

Bakugo walked to her room and threw her on the bed gently, glaring slightly at the others who followed, but staying silent and letting them stay.

"So, I assume you all are familiar with my prices by now? $10 for a-"

"We don't want your lap dances, idiot." Bakugo grumbled, handing the girl a glass of water and a blanket.

"Speak for yourself," Kaminari whispered quietly, which was followed by Kirishima pimp-slapping the hell out of him.

"OuCH HEY! I was just kiddin-"

"I brought ice cream." Todoroki said monotonously, holding up a tub of [f/f] ice cream.

"If it's not massive horse schlong and pickle flavored, ion want it 😤," [Name] huffed.

"Bruh, this is some Boku no Pico shit," Shinsou stated, walking in. He held up the ugliest cat in the world.

"FC!" [Name] cried happily, holding her hands out. The cat tried his best to hiss and run away, but was sadly smushed against [Name]'s chest. Shinsou sat right beside the [h/c] haired girl, their shoulders touching, causing the others to stiffen.

"He missed you." Shinsou mumbled, petting the cat gently, his arm lightly touching [Name]'s.

Bitch no I didn't, FC thought.

"Hey, [Name]!" Kaminari said, sitting between the two, his voluptuous asscheeks just out there on Shinsou's and [Name]'s lap. The purple-haired boy's eyebrow twitched with annoyance.

"Wanna play Mariokart?" The blonde grinned.

"I'll play too!" Kirishima grinned, taking place on the other side of her. Bakugo sat on the floor against the girl's legs, leaning back. Todoroki took his spot behind her as she leaned on his chest, warming her up with his quirk, but subtly.

"Ah, I love hanging out with the homies," [Name] said, smashing the game controller with a sexc gorilla grip.

"I'm uncomfortable with the energy we've created in the studio," Todoroki cringed, as the boys all shuddered at all of them being homie-zoned yet again.

"Do the homies get a good night kiss?" Kirishima asked, leaning in expectantly.

"Only the pussy gets a kiss for tonight," [Name] stated, kissing FC on the lips, at which he would be forever traumatized.

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"Hey [Name], may I be so honored as to borrow your booty-enhancing cream medication? I require it for- hUH?" Iida peeked into Bakugo's dorm, widening his eyes.