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Barbatos x G/N Reader

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𝐀 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦

Kira (OC) x Shoto Todoroki

Genre: Slow burn, angst, strangers to friends to lovers, tragic backstory, heroes

A/N:

Word Count: 2.4k (2,409)

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫? 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧...

𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐚: 𝐀 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐀𝐅𝐎 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐀𝐅𝐎'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧, 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡?

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒

~Kira~

Being dragged home isn't fun. For starters, if you're not actively resisting, your shoes trail across the cement, and then your shoes get all scratched and ruined. Secondly, it hurts to resist being dragged just as much as purposely going limp. My legs and arms – especially my arms – are already incredibly sore because of the grip that Victor has on me. And lastly, it's agonizingly slow. If someone had told me that this was a form of torture back in the ancient days, I'd believe them.

But I deserve this for running away. This would've been the only way to teach me that my actions have consequences. Even if I wanted to, I don't think I could stomach the idea of doing this again, especially with Victor again. He'd probably grab me as soon as I walked out of any store just to make sure I wouldn't run again.

But if I had to be dragged all the way home for a millennia vs. receiving whatever punishment All For One gave me, I'd choose to be dragged. Now that I think about it, it's not as bad as the idea of being punished! Yeah, I think I'd prefer to have Victor drag me home instead of facing my actual consequences.

But the universe doesn't give me what I want.

We eventually made it home. Victor dropped my arms and I landed roughly on the ground. I was a splattered pancake of anxiety. If I could've curled up into a ball and hid under my bed until I died, then that would be better than the upcoming punishment. I did not want to think about what Da Da could do to me with a snap of his finger.

And because of my reluctance to move into the house on my own, Victor had to lift me up by my sore arms once more, and drag me inside.

To say I was scared would be an understatement. I was terrified. I cannot emphasize how much I don't want to be in this situation, but here I was.

I was immediately greeted by a usually expressionless Kurogiri, alongside Tomura. I was dropped onto the floor again, landing with a huge thud sound. Tomura looked at me with curiosity, tilting his head to question why I was on the floor. I looked up at him only to shake my head to him as I dug into his mind.

‘I’m in serious trouble now…’

My housemate looked around cautiously before staring back down at me. He let me read his thoughts for a splinter of a moment.

‘What did you do?!?’ Tomura thought as he had begun to move towards my direction. Kurogiri stopped him, holding him back by his shoulder.

More confusion was spread across his features. I had to respond.

‘I… kinda ran away from Victor and went to a park.’

The 19 year old’s eyes were laced with concern as he shook his head in disapproval. Kurogiri's hand tightened around Tomura’s shoulder.

Before any more could be said – or thought between us – I was lifted up into a standing position. My legs hurt too much to even think about standing, but I walked to the back of the building with the support of the villains.

They led me to where All For One was resting.

I forced the anxiety and fear down my throat, hoping to stomach whatever was threatening to come out.

At last, I stood before my father as his villain followers continued to hold me. I lifted my head up, and was greeted by the expression my Da Da made. He had no eyes, no nose, not even a mouth. I always wondered how no one was afraid to look at him, but in truth, everyone was afraid to look at him.

Except for Tomura and I. We were so used to seeing his terribly inhuman face, we could not seem to fear it. But looking into where his eyes should be would often lead to a rabbit hole of possibilities in my mind. How was I supposed to know what he was thinking without the sudden quirk of his lips, or the twitch in his eye? So we stood there for what felt like an eternity until Da Da finally spoke up.

“Is Kira here?” He asked in a suspiciously calm tone. I tapped my foot the infrequent beat I heard from Victor before, waiting for anyone but me to say something.

“Yes, she is right here!” Victor dropped me to the floor again, and I fell with a loud thud once again. The two villains left me there before All For One’s voice rang out in the room.

“Leave. I wish to speak to the girl. Alone.” The two men left the room, closing the door behind them. I feared for the worst, but I believe the anticipation was the scariest part. My father did not move, like he could anyway. He sat there with no sudden movements. I kneeled on the ground before him, hoping to spare myself anymore embarrassment.

“I have heard of what you've done,” He started as I continued to kneel, head lowered completely. He continued.

“And I can hear the worries in your mind. You fear the worst, don't you?” I nodded, trying to pull myself together until I could shut myself in my room forever. I could not handle anymore of this anticipation.

“Well, you worry for no reason. There's nothing to fear about.” I looked up, tears threatening to run down my face, but I wiped them away. Confused, I moved closer to All For One to see if I could hear him correctly.

“What do you mean?” I said as my voice trembled. “I did something wrong… don't I receive a punishment?” I gulped whatever anxiety I felt and stayed still for the longest time before Da Da responded.

“Punishment?” He laughed to himself as I stared up at him in disbelief.

“There will be no punishment. Who gave you that idea?” I felt a sort of anger mixed with relief that I wasn't going to ever leave the house again, but I also felt lied to. The whole point of forcing me to never run away would be to give me a punishment, right?

But I kept my mouth shut, even if he could read my thoughts.

“Child, there is no reason to punish you. Teenagers rebel all the time. The only lesson you should learn is to never run away again.” He gestures towards the door to the room.

“Preferably for my followers’ sake.” I nodded, wondering if this was it. I wondered if I got off scott free.

“So… what do I do now?” I asked in a cautious tone. Da Da tilted his head in my direction, waving me off as soon as he was done with me.

“You’ll go to your room and resume the rest of your days as normal. And don't bother your other authority figures again.” I nodded once more, standing up and bowing to my father.

“Yes, Da Da.”

“I'm not your father, girl.” I shook my head before limping out of the room. I let the door gently close behind me with a click. As I walked down the hall back to the main room, there was no one to be seen. They had all vanished.

I couldn't care less. I was ready to use the rest of my energy to create the books from my memory, hoping that it would keep me occupied. I felt more and more of my skin go numb as I created more and more books, stacking them under my bed in alphabetical order.

I was about finished until I heard a knock at my door. By this time, I had no patience or energy to deal with whoever was there, but I called out to them.

“You can come in.”

Strolling in came a wild haired Tomura with newly made gloves, and cleaner clothes than before. My eyes were blurry and I was not in a good conscience, but I patted a spot on my bed regardless. Tomura sat calmly on the bed, probably afraid to ruin whatever was on my bed. I finished creating my books and slid them under the bed as gently as I could.

Tomura's voice was quiet as he spoke.

“What did he say?” I stared at him with confusion written all over my features, trying my best to comprehend who he was talking about. He shook his head, repeating what he said.

“What did Sensei say? Y'know, All For One?” I finally registered who he was referring to, and I pulled the memories of exactly what he said to me.

“He told me that he wasn't going to punish me.” His eyes were wide as he gawked at me. I continued.

“As long as I don't do anything else wrong, I won't receive a punishment. Da Da didn't give me anything specific.” Tomura nodded as he placed his hands behind him, leaning back on his arms. I kicked off my boots as I fell back into my bed. I was dozing off until the older boy spoke once more.

“Tell me what's on your mind before you go to bed.” I wanted nothing more than to sleep. But it's not like I had to do anything important tomorrow, other than training. So I gave into his curiosity.

“I met a boy at the park I ran off to. He didn't say much to me, but I talked enough for the both of us.” I sighed as my fingers ran through my tangled hair. “He only asked me why I was talking to him and what kind of quirks I had.” I could feel Tomura's eyes on me as I turned away from him.

“It was fun.” I whispered as if I was telling someone a secret. It did feel like a secret. The boy beside me didn't say anything, but I knew he was thinking something. I couldn't just ask him, because he's not that type of guy. He wouldn't just tell me his feelings if he was being held at gunpoint.

He spoke up.

“What was so fun about it?” His voice was quiet, but not soft. It was rough. He must've felt some way about my emotion because he only started acting like this when I said how I felt.

“Well, I'm not used to going out. It was nice to talk to someone new for a change, even if he didn't say much. I could say whatever I wanted and we'd never see each other again.” I felt the bed shift as I kept my eyes closed. I rolled back to where Tomura was sitting, opening my eyes to see him staring back at me. I closed my eyes again. He took in a deep breath and spoke once more.

“I just don't understand. It doesn't sound all that fun.” I shook my head and looked him in the eyes.

“When you've been completely sheltered all of your life and never allowed to leave your house outside of shopping runs and having a bodyguard, any sort of freedom is considered fun.” The boy in front me stared back at me, still not seeing the appeal. I turned back over and made myself cozy, only for Tomura to roll me over again. I rolled my eyes.

“I'm so tired, you have no idea!” He laughed quietly as he poked me all over my arm.

“I heard that being tired is the best time to talk. Just let it all out!” I rolled back over and pulled my blankets over me. I kicked him off the bed, making him land on the floor. He let out a small “ow” before crawling over to where my head was. He stared as I tried to fall asleep. But he was really starting to annoy me.

“Fine. I'll tell you something that'll shut you up!” Tomura grinned as I huffed, spilling my guts.

“Because I've been reading a lot of different books, I kind of have an understanding of how the outside world works,” I started, catching the boy's curiosity. I sighed, continuing.

“And I've read many love stories.” I could feel him roll his eyes before I could finish. My goal was to shut him up, and that was what I was going to do.

“And I've been thinking a lot about us. I know we've got a problematic age gap, but I think I am, in some way, in love with you.” Tomura's eyes shot up, going from amused to panicked. He put his hands in front of him, trying to stop whatever I was going to say next. But I was going to keep annoying him.

“I mean, I know it's not actual love because you're the only guy in my life that isn't a 30+ year old villain, but it just kinda happened.” I tried to stop myself from laughing in my sleepy haze, but I was already at the point of giggling.

“And you need to stop messing with me so much, or else-” I felt his glove pressed against my mouth to keep me from spewing more nonsense, but I was laughing like crazy by the time he pulled away. I looked up to see Tomura's face shift to disgust as he saw how much I was laughing. I calmed myself down as Tomura gave me a pointed look. He shook his head disapprovingly.

“I was just kidding! I wanted to annoy you.” He scowled as I began to laugh again, pointing a finger in my face.

“You better be! I'm not into you like that, and the last thing I need is some teenage girl thinking I'm the hottest guy around!” I rocked from side to side as I calmed down again.

“Yeah, says the guy who's a literal man child!”

“That has nothing to do with this conversation!” Tomura pushed me farther in my bed as he got up to leave. After shutting the door as quietly as he could, I was finally able to sleep in peace.

Despite the promise of no punishment, there was no guarantee for anything else in my future. I would probably experience the scenarios that I had been trained for in the future, and I don't think I'd be able to deal with it.

So I dismissed the thought and dozed off peacefully.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐀 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦

Kira (OC) x Shoto Todoroki

Genre: Slow burn, angst, strangers to friends to lovers, tragic backstory, heroes

A/N: As usual, I found the inspiration to stay up until 1 a.m. to write and finish this.

Word Count: 2.2k (2,281)

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫? 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧...

𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐚: 𝐀 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐀𝐅𝐎 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐀𝐅𝐎'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧, 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡?

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔

~Shoto~

My old man begrudgingly told me to take a day off from training, only because he was going to be busy working for the whole day. I still remember him saying, ‘... Don't leave the house for ANY reason. I will be back to train you tomorrow.'

So, with that being said, I convinced Fuyumi to take me with her to the store.

I expected her to say no, considering how much she follows our father's rules, but she was more than thrilled to pull me along to shop with her. Even though I'm not close with any of my siblings, it felt rather nice to have my sister be so willingly compliant to my request. I envy days like this. Days where I have a rushing feeling in my stomach because of how nice I feel. There are embarrassingly hot knots in my stomach that make me feel normal, for once.

My sister makes her way out of the house quickly while I trail behind her. I try to suppress the abnormal feeling of normalcy in my gut, but it's hard to focus when I'm thinking about too many things. I keep my eyes on my sister's feet to feel like I have some sort of control, but I walk like a confused duckling right behind her. Fuyumi finally speaks.

“Hey Sho, are you okay?” She slows herself to a stop and turns to put a cold hand on my forehead. I subconsciously shake under her touch, but her eyes and hand never leave my head.

“You've been acting all weird ever since I said you could come with me. Are you sick all of a sudden? Do I need to take you back home?” She whispers to me as if it's a secret meant to be kept between us. I shake my head, pulling away from her hand and her fiery gaze. I look at her and give a nonchalant shrug, only because my insides have managed to cool down. Fuyumi gives me a shrug back and turns to continue her stride to the store. I walk beside her, trying to determine if her shrug was supposed to be a mockery of me or not.

We continue to walk confidently to the shopping center. I silently gawk at all of the store signs, seeing how bright and colorful most of the designs are. Only a few stand out while the rest appear more modern, but I didn't mind. This felt like a nice change of pace, and I don't feel any guilt at all for asking Fuyumi to go out with her. I can see why that girl must've been so overwhelmed after running to the park.

That girl… Why am I thinking about her? Now of all times?

That strange girl that I met a year ago at the park. I've only thought about her a few times since then, but every time I do, I'm full of guilt. I shouldn't blame myself for what happened, but I could've helped.

It doesn't matter. I should be thinking about what we're going to get from the store. I don't even remember why Fuyumi wanted to go to the store. Was it for groceries? For snacks? Did she just want to get more clothes? Whatever it is, my mind can't seem to remember.

Thankfully, the world answers my questions, because Fuyumi gently pulls me by the wrist and leads us into a bookstore.

I follow along and take a quick look at all of the shelves full of books. Many of the books look plain, while others stand out with their popping book covers. I look back to my sister and find that she's looking through the pages of one of the plain looking books. I stand beside her and steal a glance at the words on the page. I don't get a chance to read it before Fuyumi closes the book and puts it back on the shelf. She pulls the book beside it from the wall and looks at the pages once more. She gets to the third book before she finally glances up at me.

“Oh, Sho, you can go look around if you wanna. I'll come find you when I'm ready to leave.” She smiles before waving a hand at me to leave. I nod, turning towards another section of the bookstore. I don't know what I'm looking for, but it was clear that my sister wanted to find her books in peace, so I will find something to do.

As I wander the store, I hear quiet conversation. I listen in, but I don't pay attention to the voices.

“...For what?”

“Sorry for keeping you here for so long. I just don't wanna get in trouble with the staff for memorizing the books.”

Memorizing the books? Does that person have a memorization quirk? Why would they get in trouble for that?

There are questions in my mind, but I don't hear anything else come from the people previously talking. I continued to wander the store and find myself in a comic book section. I was never really allowed to have books like this, even when my mom was still at home. As soon as I had a quirk, I was forced to train for hours everyday, and nothing was to distract me from it.

I pick up a random comic, flipping through the pages randomly. I land on a page with the recognizable number one hero, All Might, on the page. He stands over a beaten up villain in triumph, fists on his hips as he says, “You're going to jail for a long time!” I shake my head and close the book and slip it back where I found it. I normally would have indulged in an All Might book of any kind, but I did not want to spend all of my time in one place. I wanted to take this all in. Who knows when I'd be able to come back here and just… wander?

Certainly not anytime soon.

I stepped away from the comic books and let my legs lead me to another area. The section I stopped in was quite simple. A singular magazine rack with all sorts of writing supplies hung up on wall racks stood in front of me. I surprisingly found it calming. It was nothing special, but it didn't have to be. I picked up a magazine and bold print reading, ‘All Might saves another round of civilians after a massive assault took place!’

I put the magazine down, glancing around the building, taking it all in. I moved away from the magazines to look at the supplies on the wall racks. I reach for a small and uninteresting item, examining every detail of it. It's just a case of pens. They have a blue cap with a clear body, showing the ink tube inside of it. I put the pen back, attempting to find anything more interesting than this. Suddenly, my body seems to move on its own when I hear a small noise coming from the magazine rack.

I look to see a girl, but she looks familiar. She feels familiar. She has long, black hair that reaches to the back of her knees, black shorts, a black tank top, and black combat boots. Her clothes were all black – too black. I couldn't help but move closer to her, and in doing so, I instinctively reached out to her. I grabbed her arm suddenly and she drops the magazine that she was holding back onto the rack. She looks at me with the same curiosity as me, only for her eyes to flicker with familiarity.

The girl looks shocked before her face appears excited. She smiles at me the exact same as she did when I met her at the park. My lips twitch to make some sort of movement, but I keep my face still, trying to assess the situation. I don't know why I grabbed this girl so suddenly, but she doesn't seem to mind my presence. Before long, she decides to speak first.

“Hello stranger. How've you been?” A smile stays on her face as she looks at me in curiosity. I shrug my shoulders, not feeling up to unload all of the thoughts in my head onto this complete stranger.

A stranger I met a year ago, but a stranger, nonetheless.

The smile wipes away from her face as she has a moment of thought. I wait for her to continue talking, but she remains quiet. I manage to speak through her silence.

“What's your name?” I ask quietly before another question slips through my lips.

“Why are you here?” She glares at me as if I offended her, which I probably did. Despite this, she whispers back.

“Kira. I'm here because I'm getting more books… like the last time we met.” She looks around quickly before leaning in. “I'm with another bodyguard.”

I nod, pulling us into the comic book section I was in before. It isn't exactly the most hidden place in the store, but it also isn't the most obvious spot to be in. I don't know why I'm doing this, or why I'm even wasting my time talking to a girl that I once found annoying. Maybe the guilt is taking over my actions, because I don't think I'd do this in any other timeline of events. The girl, Kira, stares at me with the same confusion I feel, but she doesn't run away. We both relax.

“I never thought that we'd see each other again… especially at the same store.” Kira whispers as she looks through the colorful covers of comic books. I pretend to look at the covers as well, trying not to draw attention to us both. I give her a curt nod, trying not to appear affected by her amused voice. Despite her skittish attitude the last time we met, she doesn't seem too concerned about being caught talking to me. Maybe things got better at home? Maybe she's just really good at controlling her emotions? Does it matter?

I turn to her and lean in to whisper to her.

“I did not expect to see you so carelessly free at a bookstore. Are you not concerned about being dragged home once more?” Kira looks up at me with a blank expression, but I can see a hint of frustration in her eyes.

“Is that meant to be an insult, a threat, or do you not realize the connotation your words carry?” I shake my head in confusion, trying to comprehend if I said something wrong. I realize why she feels frustrated now.

“I didn't mean to insult you. I shouldn't have used those words. My apologies.” She shakes her head, giving me the beaming smile from before.

“You're good. I just didn't think you'd use such… strong language.” She looks up from the comic covers and turns her head to me. “But then again, I don't really know what to expect from you. You're still a stranger.”

“You're a stranger, too.” I say matter of factly. She sighs, correcting herself.

“Fine. We're both strangers. Point is, I'm not used to talking to people I don't know. I'm quite sheltered, if you couldn't figure it out.” I frown at her, trying my best not to fall for her teasing. She smiles back at me before we hear a voice approaching our area.

“Kira, I'm ready to leave if you are.” The voice is not nearby, but we both hear it come closer. We freeze. As the man's voice quiets, we hear another voice from another direction.

“Shoto, we're gonna leave now, unless you wanna get anything from here.” I pause as I hear Fuyumi’s voice, and I see Kira's eyes light up at the mention of my name.

All of a sudden, I drag Kira back to the supplies section and rip a tiny piece of paper from a random notebook paper, grabbing a pen from the wall rack and scribbling something down. I hastily write a message on the paper before shoving it in the girl's hands. She opens her mouth to speak, but I shake my head and pick up the notebook and pen. I quickly mumble a warning to Kira before anything else can happen.

“Put that in your pocket. Don't read it until you get home.” She nods and folds the paper into her pocket.

I walk towards the direction I heard my sister’s voice in, trying to act as if I didn't just make a promise that I probably wouldn't be able to keep. Fuyumi looks up from a small bear sculpting with glasses and a book in its paws, staring me down like I'm guilty of something.

“What took you so long? Were you in another part of the store? I could've sworn I saw you in the comic book section last.” I nodded and pointed her attention to the items in my hands. She stared at me with surprise, but shook it off with a small smile on her face.

“Oh, you got some things? I'll pay for it, don't worry.” She takes my items and we make our way to the checkout. As soon as Fuyumi pays for our things, I grab our stuff and head for the door in a hurry. My sister follows behind, already out of breath.

“Jeez, you're in a hurry to leave. You wanna get out of here ASAP, don't you?” I give her a shrug once more, looking over my shoulder to see her give an exaggerated shrug of her own.

Yes, she was definitely mocking me earlier.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜

Barbatos x G/N Reader

Genre: Fluff, demons, help with any work (that's all I've got)

A/N: Does anybody else need some sort of noise in the room in order to work, but if it's too much noise, you get distracted? No... Just me? Okay.

When you first entered the Devildom, you were extremely overwhelmed with the change of environment. Before you were randomly transported to what you would consider Hell, you were finally able to actually sit down and attempt to complete your school work. Well, you attempted to, but then you were transported to this place, and immediately met with a bunch of men staring you down.

When you asked where you were and how you were going to get back home, the man in front of you spoke.

"Why, you're in the Devildom as an exchange student! You'll be here for a year, according to our exchange program rules." He said enthusiastically as if your whole world wasn't just thrown off balance. You looked around and almost screamed at how big and intimidating these men were. They were so... Tall.

How were you supposed to survive this? You didn't even have time to get your things. You didn't even want to be here! You wouldn't be able to even get through the night without your favorite pillow. What were you supposed to do-

You felt a tap on your shoulder, causing you to turn around with your fists in front of you. The man behind you only gave you a small smile and nodded to the luggage in his hands, nudging them in your direction. You took the suitcases and blinked in confusion. You tried to speak, but he beat you to it.

"I'm sorry for the delay. I've gathered all of the things I believe you need. If there is anything more that you need, you can contact me and I will get it for you." His teal hair didn't move even a bit when he gave a deep head bow. Everything about him was in place, no imperfections.

After that, you began to stick to the only demon you weren't afraid or annoyed to talk to.

"Barbatos, could you help me with this work?" The butler immediately came to your rescue as you struggled to comprehend what was considered an easy math problem. He stood to your side and glanced at your work before he let out a small laugh. You frowned and looked up to see his usual ghost of a smile on his face.

"I do not want to insult your intelligence, but is this really a problem you need guidance on?" Your frown deepened as you scanned the math problem once more. Nothing came to your head as you stared at it more, so you looked back up at Barbatos, only to see him in a seat beside you. He slid the paper in front of him and began to explain how to solve it.

He was always like this. Most of the time, he would help you even without your insistence, or he'd wait for you to ask him for his help. He would swoop in and save the day, and he'd never bat an eye. He was always so calm and patient when it came to working with you, and you started to think that he had a soft spot for you.

Even when the brothers at the House of Lamentation helped you with whatever you needed, you often reached out to Barbatos for assistance. And he gladly helped you out. He'd even come to your classes and give you things that you had only mentioned in passing. For example...

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but I need to give MC this lunch I've prepared for them."

"MC, you will most definitely need these paintbrushes for your art class."

"You left your wallet at the castle." You almost choke on your food as he gently places down your item on the lunch table. "I apologize for the scare. I did not intend to show up without warning."

The butler did these things without skipping a beat. He was always on schedule, even when he decided to visit you. If you didn't know any better, you'd think that Barbatos was randomly visiting you when he had time off.

Unfortunately, everything he did was planned out.

But that was okay. As long as he made an effort to bond with you, you didn't mind his uptight schedule.

A/N: Sorry for how short this is... I've had this in my drafts for a week or two, and I'm only releasing it now because I didn't know how to finish it. Hope you enjoyed it either way!

𝐀 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦

Kira (OC) x Shoto Todoroki

Genre: Slow burn, angst, strangers to friends to lovers, tragic backstory, heroes

A/N: I stayed up until 12 a.m. to write this chapter, and I do not regret it. Lots of love <3

Word Count: 2.6k (2,606)

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫? 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧...

𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐚: 𝐀 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐀𝐅𝐎 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐀𝐅𝐎'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧, 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡?

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏

~Kira~

I thought that I'd be living a crazy life that involved going on intense adventures and being undercover. Instead, I'm being forcibly confined in my Da Da's villain base with a doctor, a man capable of creating portals, and the only psychopath that's close to my age. All I want to do is be able to roam the streets and interact with any random person that's willing to listen to me. Y’know if I were All For One, I'd think a bit more logically by allowing my daughter to go out more that way she doesn't decide to turn on me later for a sliver of freedom, but that's just me.

Even when Da Da does allow me to go out, I have to be supervised by one or more of his less recognizable villain followers so I don't run off. I wish that everyone in the base could understand why I'm frustrated, but they're all either fully grown adults who have chosen to make bad choices, or they're (Tomura) traumatized and brainwashed to follow whatever Da Da says. The only way that I can vent my frustration is to violently practice my quirks until I pass out…

Or I talk to Tomura.

I walk into the room, ignoring the “Do Not Enter!!” sign sloppily taped to his bedroom door, and sat next to the 19 year old as he click-clacks away on his video game. I lean my head on his shoulder and watch him play a little bit before speaking.

“Tomu… you ever wanna leave the base for hours on end sometimes? Y'know, just for fun?” Tomura shakes his head, not bothering to pause his game to look at my expression.

“I used to when I was younger, but I've gotten used to it here. I like not being forced outside all the time.” He responded, using his head to nudge my head in acknowledgement. I pursed my lips in disagreement, muttering, “At least you get to leave.”

The boy finally paused his game to give a pointed look in my direction. He dropped his controller carelessly on the floor, propping himself on his bed. Tomura patted a spot that allowed us to lay in the bed comfortably. Sighing, he wrapped an arm around my shoulders and spoke quietly to avoid anyone eavesdropping.

“I get what you're feeling, but ya kinda have to accept that Sensei's not gonna let you leave.”

“Do you think Da Da would let me leave if there was a fire?” Tomura tapped a gloved finger against his chin as if he were actually thinking about it. Finally coming to an answer, he smiled at me.

“Even if a tsunami came through and hit your room, he probably wouldn't even let you call for help.” I slapped Tomura’s arm as he laughed uncontrollably. I tried to calm him down as he coughed up a lung.

In a way, his statement felt as genuine as his laughter. I laughed a little to keep from ruining the mood, but he could tell that I was hurt. He shook his head to deny his response, trying to ease me.

“I'm sure he'll eventually let you run around out in the real world. I'm sure he's just doing this to protect you…” He said as he rubbed my arm reassuringly.

I did not feel reassured.

But I smiled regardless, thankful for the encouragement. Tomura wasn't usually an encouraging person because he had no use for it, but he always knew what would cheer me up. I leaned against the headboard, closing my eyes to come up with what I wanted to really say. I allowed my quirk to dig through the boy’s head and projected a message.

‘Thanks. You always know how to cheer me up, don't you?’

His cheeks grew red as he turned away from me, trying not to show me his expressions. I huffed, sliding off of his messy bed and back into the floor. He slid into the floor as well, pressing ‘continue’ on his game, playing it once more. He lost himself in his fictional world, allowing me to leave his room to enter my own fictional world.

—

To my dismay, I had read my small collection of books I hid under my bed, which meant I couldn't lose track of time until I was supposed to train again. This was the only thing I had to keep me from losing my mind, even if some of the books were about how sleeping can heal your body, or how plants survive. Some of my stories were about love, loss, and happiness, and I'd do anything to get that back…

I have to at least ask so I have a chance to gather more books. If I can't have complete freedom, I'd gladly take a whole library of books in exchange.

I hid my books back under my bed and walked out of my room. I made a small lock and key and attached it to my door, locking it to the best of my ability. I didn't want anyone to look through my room without my knowledge, but it would probably happen regardless of what I did.

I sauntered towards Kurogiri, the only person in the room, putting on my most nonchalant face. If Da Da was sleeping or busy with The Doctor, then I'd be good to leave on Kurogiri’s permission. It'd be a lot less trouble to go through him if I could.

I took a calm breath, giving a small smile to the man who could create portals. I can do this… the worst he can say is that I can't leave and I'll never be able to leave as long as I'm under All For One's rule…

I definitely don't want that response.

“Kurogiri.”

“What is it, Kira?” I couldn't help but start sweating as I was confronted with this actual conversation. I thought I'd be smooth about it, and this would already be over with.

But this is actually terrifying. Asking if I can leave is always terrifying.

“Is it okay if I leave to go to a store. I just want to buy a book.” Kurogiri gave me a blank expression (at least what I assumed was a blank expression), thinking about what to say. He looked straight into my eyes, causing sweat to roll down the side of my face. As nervous as I was to receive an answer, I was still on the edge of my seat, ready for anything to happen.

Kurogiri stared at me for what felt like an eternity before he went back to polishing liquor glasses.

“All For One says you should be back before your training starts. He sent for Victor to escort you on your outing.” I nodded, ready to head towards the door before Kurogiri spoke again.

“He states that you are only allowed to roam in the shopping center close to the base. You should have enough time to see or buy something and be back before training.” I stopped in my tracks, allowing myself to inhale deeply, focusing all of my energy into my creation quirk.

I thought carefully about every little detail on the coins and bills I would be using to buy my items, and I felt a part of me drain into making these pieces of money. I created thousands of yen’s worth of money, and stuffed it in my short’s pockets. I thanked the portal man and waited for Victor outside of the building.

I could hear heavy breathing as Victor ran to my side, hunching over as soon as he made it to me. He eventually slowed his breathing to be less unstable, but he was still out of his element. We nodded to each other – his being less coordinated than mine – and we both began to walk to the shopping center.

—

I would never get over the sight of actual people walking around and going into their desired stores to buy everyday items. I especially wouldn't get tired of seeing all of the glowing store signs and the colorful displays outside the shops. I always dreamed of walking outside whenever I wanted and just looking inside the stores just to look. I wouldn't have a reason for going in, but it'd be nice to be able to do so.

Victor led the way after I told him what I was intending on buying, leaving me no chance to sight see if I wanted to catch up to him. He slipped by random passers-by effortlessly while I kept bumping into people, apologizing left and right for the intrusion. He flowed smoothly through the large crowds while I struggled to keep up with the amount of people. If only I was allowed out more, I'd be able to handle this, easy peasy.

We eventually met in front of an unfamiliar store. It must be a new store. I bravely walk in – back and shoulders straight – as I walk to where I see the wall of books.

This store had more than books it seemed. There was only a big shelf of books, and everything I saw ranged from tiny clothes to glow in the dark pens. I had never seen such a diverse room before. It filled me up with adrenaline, causing me to pick up a random book and scan through it almost immediately. I couldn't stop myself. I was just too excited.

In my excitement, I came up with a master plan to keep my book trips from being too frequent: I was going to scan all of the books and store them in my photographic memory. I wouldn't even have to flip through every page of the books in order to gain the full story. I could just commit the titles to memory and I'd have the full book. Victor couldn't be less bothered, standing with a foot propped against the wall. He tapped to an infrequent beat as I expertly studied all of the titles.

I finished faster than I thought, ensuring that I wouldn't be caught. I pick up a random book, glancing at the first page, finding it interesting enough to purchase. I found another book alongside it, choosing to buy them both to avoid leaving empty handed. I looked back at Victor to find him glaring at the other side of the room. I tried to find the cause of his irritation, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me to the front of the store.

I found myself in front of a small woman with long tiger claws and sabertooth teeth, gently tapping away at the cashier’s device. She looked up at me and gave me a beautiful smile, muttering a small, “Welcome to Everything Palace, how are you doing today?” I froze, only moving to give her the books and to pull out my money. I wasn't used to talking to someone so… nice. Even Tomura had his moments of teenage angst and disrespect towards me.

I nodded my head and gave a small, “I'm fine,” with my best attempt at a smile. The woman gave Victor a side glance, making me worried that he was coming off weird toward the store staff. I attempted to excuse his standoffish behavior.

“That's my brother. He doesn't like shopping at all, so he's not in the best mood.” The woman nodded in understanding, giving me another beautiful smile as she gave me the price for my books. I gave her the exact change and she handed me my bag. As we walked off, I heard the cashier say, “Have a nice day.” I turned around and gave her a small head bow.

We pushed through the glass doors, springing into the calm yet bustling sidewalks of the shopping center, Victor already taking off to head to the base. I pulled him back, receiving a questioning look from the unrecognizable villain. I spoke loud enough for him to hear me through the chatter of more passers-by.

“Can we go to a store that has a hair brush or something? I have extra money…” Victor nodded, warning me that we only had an hour left before I was needed for training. I acknowledged his message and we walked through more busy crowds towards another unfamiliar store.

—

The wind picked up quickly as we hurried out of the store back to the quieter walkways. I exhaled, wanting nothing more than to wander to more shops or areas to release my stress levels. I seriously did not want to leave. Even with all of the discomfort of bumping into different people and such, I would rather remain here than in another place.

I was gonna go crazy if I went back to the base. I was gonna do something crazy…

I let myself fall behind as Victor continued to stride back to the lair. I couldn't move away from the front of the store. I couldn't even push myself to move back into the store. I just continued to stand there, waiting for something to happen – for someone to take me away to a better place than where I was living.

But as I continued to stand here, I realized that my “bodyguard” hadn't moved at all. He was staring at me from a distance, urging me to come with him, but I wasn't thinking straight.

And because I wasn't thinking straight, I started running.

Oh my God, I was running!

Running away from Victor.

I could hear his feat pounding harshly against the sidewalk as I kept on running. He was already tired, despite the fact that we only walked to every place we went to, but it didn't seem to stop him from running… just like me. Adrenaline pumped through my veins, making me feel absolutely invincible to the world. I didn't know where I would run to, but I knew that I wouldn't stop.

And I knew Victor wouldn't stop either. I kept my pace, even when he started using his energy to run faster. My brain turned off the moment I started moving, so I turned myself invisible and sprinted into an alleyway opening. I searched my body for anything that would give me away, and I found a small tracker pressed firmly to my shirt. I managed to peel it off and stomp on it before throwing it as far down the open street as I could.

Before I could catch my breath, Victor was right in my path. I held my breath as the villain stopped in the alleyway, trying to sense where I was. I couldn't give up this easily – it would be a waste. If he found me right now, I would be dragged home and tied to a chair and probably tortured to death. Or until I became obedient.

He walked slowly down the small area, getting closer and closer to where I was hiding beside a dumpster. I prepared for my end long before I started my chase, but before the man could get any closer, I felt my mind connect to his, projecting an out of breath voice in his brain.

‘I ran into a dead-end! I need to go deeper…’

The villain's legs twitched, pulling away from my hiding spot as he decided to run deeper into the alleyway. Far away from me…

He dropped my bags of things before rushing to my assumed destination. I wasted no time in gathering my items and pushing myself in the crowds of people as I turned off my invisibility. I had no idea where I would go, but I would find out once I got there.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭