Chapter 3
⋆✴︎˚｡⋆⋆✴︎˚｡⋆˗ˏˋ ✸ ˎˊ˗⋆✴︎˚｡⋆⋆✴︎˚｡⋆
𝑽𝑶𝑳𝑼𝑴𝑬 𝑶𝑵𝑬
my hero academia/seasons one & two
⋆⋅☆⋅⋆
♪ ༘⋆𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕
𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕
𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅, 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆
𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏? ⋆ ༘♪
Orange Juice ━ Noah Kahan
⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘
OdaKats
“take me seriously or else”
═══════
━━𝑭𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑴𝑬
⋆✴︎ 𝒉𝒆’𝒔 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒚. 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒔
𝒐𝒏. 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒔. ✴︎⋆
══════════════
˗ˏˋ ✸ ˎˊ˗
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒
01 | trick of the light.
02 | i just wanna say, i’m gonna win.
03 | have you picked a team yet?
04 | warn me before you jump, you idiot.
05 | attempt to make an actual friend.
06 | Edogawa vs. Kaminari
07 | Bakugo vs. Uraraka.
08 | Midoriya vs. Todoroki.
09 | Edogawa vs. Shiozaki.
10 | ice versus gravity.
11 | take your hands outta your pockets.
12 | pick your hero identities.
13 | hey, i got a question.
14 | he looks like a disgruntled Pomeranian.
15 | don’t talk down to me.
16 | wonderful observation skills there, Icy-hot.
══════════════
⋆✴︎ 𝒂 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓, 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆,
𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇. ✴︎⋆
⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘
VOLUME ONE / IT’S NOT MY FAULT!
Sneak peek:
“Hey, I got a question.”
Oda didn’t even flinch. Just pulled his outside shoes from the cramped locker and muttered a flat, “What?”
The other boy’s voice stayed sharp, “In the cavalry battles you caught me out of midair and redirected my fall every time. But you didn’t pull that bullshit move even once during any of the one-on-ones. Why?”
Oda paused with one shoe in hand. “Why do you wanna know?”
That hit a nerve.
Bakugo stomped forward, hands balled into fists. “Because I told you fight me with everything you had, you bastard! And instead you just threw rocks the entire time. If you’re not even gonna try to use that overpowered quirk of yours to its fullest then the hell are you even here?!”
Oda looked down at the floor, bangs slipping over his eyes. His voice came out low and cutting.
“Are you stupid or what?”
Bakugo’s whole body jerked like someone had set him on fire. “The fuck did you just say you little—”
“I told you,” Oda snapped—sharp enough that it momentarily overrode the pain pulsing in his ribs—”during the cavalry battles that using my quirk on other people isn’t always the safest option. Did you want me to turn you into a smear on the concrete, is that what you were after?”
That stopped Bakugo short. Not fully, but enough that his snarl froze halfway through forming.
“Because if you wanna die,” Oda continued, “there are easier ways to do it. Being crushed by gravity isn’t fun, believe me.”
He dropped one outside shoe to the floor. When he lifted his leg to slide his foot in, white-hot agony tore up his side, and his hand flew to his ribs without permission. His voice stayed steady, but the way he braced himself against the lockers made the pain obvious.
Bakugo noticed.
“So why use it in the cavalry round?” he demanded, voice lowered but tense.
“Because I wasn’t exhausted yet.” Oda hissed as he shoved his heel down. The movement nearly made him retch. “Obviously I can do it when I’m not fighting organ failure, you stupid bitch, god.”
He wrestled his foot all the way into the shoe with a frustrated scrape against the tile.
“You were the one going on about how quirks are physical abilities,” Oda went on, breath trembling with irritation and pain. “Obviously I can’t change a fundamental law of physics without there being strain. It’s not like you or Todoroki are fireproof.”
“I’m stupid?” Bakugo barked. “You used up your most useful power in the second game!”
“You’re the one who picked me for it!” Oda’s voice climbed sharply, “You clearly understood that I was your biggest threat once we got to the one-on-ones and you still put me on your team. You wanted me to advance because you wanted to take down me or Todoroki in the finals. Don’t be pissy with me because you lost, when you’re literally the one who told me to fight with my full strength.”
He lifted his head just enough for his hair to part, revealing the cold, exhausted glare beneath.
“I did. It’s not my fault you weren’t strong enough to beat me without me even using my quirk directly on you.”
Oda finally managed to shove his second shoe on. Turning toward Bakugo nearly folded him in half with pain, and his hand flew to his side again. The world went slightly white around the edges, but he forced his feet to stay planted.
“Your pride got the better of you and now we’re both paying for it,” he said, voice quieter but sharper for it. “Cry about it to someone else.”
He tried to bend for his school shoes on the floor and his entire torso rebelled. A fierce burn shot through him like a warning—bend any further and something inside you will tear. With a tired, defeated exhale, he abandoned the attempt entirely and straightened slowly, keeping a hand braced against the lockers.
Bakugo stared, wide-eyed—not in fury, but in stunned silence, as if several of Oda’s comments were only now landing in sequence.
“You didn’t even need that power to beat me…?”
Oda paused at the doorway, glancing back just enough for the dim hallway light to catch his eyes.
“No. Maybe next time, don’t ensure that your greatest threat is gonna end up facing off against you.”
Then he pushed the glass door open with his shoulder and stepped out into the evening air, leaving Bakugo standing alone among the lockers, fists slack, expression uncharacteristically shaken.
And Oda didn’t look back.
Katsuki didn’t move for a long moment after the glass door swung shut behind Edogawa, leaving the entryway filled with nothing but the echo of Edogawa’s fading footsteps and the soft hum of the fluorescent lights overhead. His jaw was clenched so tightly it ached, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to unclench it. His hands weren’t even in fists anymore—they just hung at his sides, fingers flexing faintly, almost unsure of what to do with themselves.
He stared at the doorway, like that black-haired bastard might come walking back through it to take another shot at him. But the hallway remained empty. Completely still.
The thing Katsuki despised most was losing. Not the pain, not the bruises, not the shame—losing. And yet… this loss didn’t taste like the others.
No—this one landed somewhere in the gut, the ribs, the spine. Somewhere that made him think, and he hated that even more.
He’d been humbled. Thoroughly. Brutally. And not by Todoroki, whose overwhelming dual-quirk power he may have actually been able to beat. Not by Deku, who had suddenly grown a quirk out his ass.
No. It was Edogawa. Quiet, plain-faced, unassuming Edogawa, the guy Katsuki had barely given the time of day to during the first weeks of class—because why the hell would he?
But Edogawa had been ahead of them since day one. Physically. Technically. Strategically. The cavalry battle had been the first hint, watching Edogawa juggle the weight of Katsuki’s entire weight like it was nothing. Katsuki hadn’t wanted to acknowledge it then.
But the final match…
Katsuki let out a slow breath through his nose.
If Edogawa had fought him fresh—if Edogawa had used even a fraction more of that terrifying, crushing, suffocating gravity quirk—Katsuki wouldn’t have lost in literal seconds. He had known, somewhere deep down, during the fight itself. But hearing Edogawa calmly confirm it—
“It’s not my fault you weren’t strong enough to beat me without me even using my quirk directly on you.”
That line replayed in his head like a punch he couldn’t dodge.
He looked down.
At the pair of shoes Edogawa had left behind.
Abandoned not because Edogawa didn’t care—but because he couldn’t bend down without his damn organs threatening to spill out. The idiot had pushed himself past the breaking point—literally—just to fight Katsuki on Katsuki’s terms. He had taken his hands out of his pockets. He had forced his body past its limits. He had flared his quirk until it nearly shredded him from the inside out.
Just because Katsuki demanded a real fight.
And that was what Katsuki couldn’t get out of his head.
Odasaku Edogawa had nearly killed himself… to honor Katsuki’s pride.
And Katsuki had still lost.
Completely. And utterly.
He had told everyone he was going to win. He had yelled it. Declared it. Owned it.
He had exploded his way through round after round with sheer force of will and raw power. And yet— He was nowhere close. Not to where he wanted to be. Not number one.
His chest tightened, something furious and hot and determined curling inside him, but not the usual flavor of anger. A realization he didn’t like but couldn’t deny:
If he wanted to be the best, he was going to have to work a hell of a lot harder.
Katsuki clicked his tongue, annoyed. Not at Edogawa—though he’d sooner blow himself up than say that out loud—but at this inconvenient moment of introspection. He bent down to snag the shoes off the floor, ready to toss them somewhere just to be done with it, but his hand hesitated mid-motion.
Why? Why the hell was he doing this? Why bother?
He didn’t have an answer, and that pissed him off more than anything, but his body moved anyway—sliding the shoes into Edogawa’s empty locker with rough efficiency, like slamming a door shut before the wind could catch it.
A favor, maybe.
Whatever.
Who knows.
Katsuki slammed the locker door shut and stood upright, glaring at the metal, then shoved his hands in his pockets and stormed off down the hall.
˗ˏˋREAD MORE IN “THERE LIE HEROES”
VOLUME ONE !!
═══════
⋆✴︎ 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒌, 𝒂𝒏𝒅
𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒕. ✴︎⋆
warnings – not suitable for ages under 16 due to uncensored sex, repetitive cussing, gore, violence, death, bxb NSFW romance. other sensitive topics may include homophobia, internalized-homophobia, depression, PTSD, self harm, abuse from a superior, suicidal thoughts or tendencies and over all self deprivation.
disclaimers – we DO NOT own My Hero Academia! Nor do we own ANY of the Bungo Stray Dogs elements implemented in this book or take credit for it’s story lines. all we ask is that no one copy the concept of our fic. we also do not own any of the art in this book, it is all simply a reference from Pinterest, we are not artists.
collab credits to: zeroraide
THANKS SO MUCH FOR READING!