Chapter 38
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𝑽𝑶𝑳𝑼𝑴𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑬𝑬
my hero academia/s. three (continued)
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♪ ༘⋆ 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉,
𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒗𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒂 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏 𝒊𝒕
𝑫𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒂 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏,
𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰’𝒎 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕
𝑶𝒉, 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒍’𝒎 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒚
(𝑶𝒉, 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒍’𝒎 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒚)
𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅
(𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅)
𝑰’𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒂𝒕
𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒓⋆ ༘♪
I Love It ━ Bella Kay
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OdaKats
“i didn’t know i could feel this.”
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━━𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑷 𝑴𝑬
⋆✴︎ 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆
𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖
𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆. ✴︎⋆
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒
34 | not interested in teaching anyone
35 | a pretty predictable fighter
36 | i hate this
37 | maximized my time better
38 | Bakugo and Midoriya
39 | you weren’t the only one
40 | i’m just biding time
41 | your handwriting sucks
42 | the craziest thing i’ve seen all week
43 | we gotta do something fun
44 | way too into dudes for this
45 | fuck it
46 | to avoid Lord Explosion God Dynamite
47 | so can we do this, or what?
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⋆✴︎ 𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆’𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝒊’𝒗𝒆
𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒎𝒆
𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒕. ✴︎⋆
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VOLUME THREE / PART OF YOU STAYS!
Sneak peek:
“My turn.”
“Okay?” Oda said, caught off guard enough that it slipped out before he could stop it.
“What’s the alternative if you’re not at UA?” Bakugo asked, finally turning his head to look at him directly.
Oda should have expected the question. He really should have. But it still hit him like a punch to the gut, knocking the air from his lungs.
“Sorry?”
“You heard me.” Bakugo shot back.
Oda shook his head, the motion sharp and dismissive, and took a long drag from his cigarette as if he needed the burn in his lungs to ground himself. He held it there for a second too long before finally exhaling and leaning forward to crush the cigarette out against the concrete.
“We’re doing this now?” he asked, voice low and tired.
“What’s the alternative if you’re not at UA?” Bakugo repeated, not even acknowledging the question, his tone unyielding in the way it always was when he decided he wanted an answer.
Oda’s jaw clenched so hard it ached. For a split second, his mind raced through all the reasons this was a terrible idea, all the layers of classification and danger wrapped around that single question. Bakugo probably didn’t even realize how much information he was trying to pry loose, how many lines he was toeing over just by sitting here and asking it so bluntly.
But Oda had agreed to this. He’d opened the door himself. There wasn’t much point in lying now.
“Tartarus,” Oda said finally, a scoff slipping out before he could stop it as he dug into his pocket and pulled out his cigarette pack. He tapped another one free with his thumb, rolling it between his fingers before bringing it to his lips. “They’ll stuff me into containment, poke at me and train me in a dark facility until they can debut me to the world as a hero independently contracted to the Armed Detective Agency.”
He flicked the lighter, the small flame briefly illuminating the sharp lines of his face, and took a short drag before continuing, “I’ll probably end up at the Agency even if I graduate from UA, but with my track record so far this year, I’ll be surprised if I make it through my first year of high school. I’m just biding time for now.”
The words settled between them, hanging in the air alongside the smoke curling up from Oda’s cigarette. Bakugo didn’t immediately explode or snap back like Oda half expected. Instead, he went quiet, eyes fixed somewhere past the fence and the skyline beyond it, absorbing the answer in silence.
“And that doesn’t piss you off?” Bakugo asked at last, his voice lower, stripped of its usual sharp edge.
Oda sighed, a slow exhale that carried more exhaustion than irritation. “That’s two questions,” he said, glancing sideways at Bakugo before looking back down at his homework. “But no. Like I said, I don’t really waste time being angry over things like that. I don’t have the energy and I’m trying to actually enjoy the time I have. I told you before, this is the best my life has been in years.”
Bakugo stared at him for a long, unreadable moment, red eyes narrowed slightly. Then he looked away again, jaw tight.
“You never fail to depress,” he muttered.
“No one is making you talk to me,” Oda shot back without missing a beat. “If I depress you so much then go away.”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” Bakugo scoffed, snorting under his breath. “I didn’t say you depressed me. I’m saying you’re depressing in general.”
“Piss off,” Oda snapped, irritation flaring as he shuffled his papers and tried, unsuccessfully, to refocus on the homework in his lap.
˗ˏˋREAD MORE IN “THERE LIE HEROES”
VOLUME THREE !!
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⋆✴︎ 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒚,
𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚
𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆. ✴︎⋆
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.
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