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Everything was tight. Enclosed. Dark. He didn’t like the dark. He didn’t like _____, either.
Shackles shaked. Blood dripped. Everything hurts.
Dark, enclosed space.
Every day, without an end. He really didn’t like this. Why, why, why.
He didn’t like this.
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The teacher sighed. “Alright kids, Midoriya got his quirk, finally.”
Everyone stared at him. This is creepy. I agree. E-ehh?
A pause in all chatter, the room turning so silent you could hear an ant’s feet pit-pit-pattering.
Then, the rush came.
“Oh my go-” “Real-” “Wha-” “No w-” “Ho-” “Whaaa-” “IZUKUUUUUUUUUUU!!!” Ah.Yes.There he is. Who shouts that loud? Wha-
Izuku turns around. “Yes Kacchan?” Katsuki growls (NAH he’s a five year old!) glares at him. “What’s your fu***** quirk?!” Mr. Ogura smiled. “Yes, Izuku, can you please explain your quirk?”
Izuku nods in agreement. “Okay, so my quirk is called Frog Cult, basically I have a mini army of frogs that follow me.” Silence is heard. Mr. Ogura clears his throat. “Okay children, let’s get started…”
~~ Recess ~~
Izuku had a feeling, like when something bad was about to happen. AHHHH the suspense is killing me!
Suddenly, a weight fell on his shoulder.
“Hey, Zuku, tell me the truth.” Now, Izuku was sure that Kaachan was going to in-terr-o-gate him the moment he landed his eyes on him. So, he nods and takes him to a more… secretive place.
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The trees in the background swoosh ominously. (Whether it’s the frogs or the wind, Izuku shall never know.)
Kaachan crosses his arms. “So, when were you going to mention what your real quirk is?!”
Izuku chuckles nervously. Am I gonna tell him that instead of a mini army I have two frogs? I don’t know. It is your choice.
“Uhmmm… So, uh- I lied because I wanted to be as cool as you, Kaachan.” He twitches nervously.
Kaachan eyes him. “F*ucking Deku! Explain. Now.”
~~ A lengthy talk later ~~
(Katsuki’s POV)
EHHH?! So f*cking Deku has a… sen-ti-ent quirk?
At that moment, Bakugo Katsuki realized something. (Two somethings, but it doesn’t matter)
- Deku can be a hero
- What the FUCK is their names?????
Katsuki stared at Izuku. How can my friend be so stupid. “What’s their fucking gender and names?!”
Izuku looked like he was struck with lightning.
“I… didn’t think of-” He was cut off by Katsuki.
“Missy and Nubo.” Katsuki knew their names, knew their gender, KNEW.
Izuku looked… somewhat hesitant? Before raising his hand and reciting a bunch of creepy-ass things. (he did NOT know what the F*CK that was)
“!, !ZU7U 8!60R!YA, %U880N Th33.” !ZU7U B*E^(!%.
Katsuki only started as something eldritch clawed its way from the underworld, permanently scarring him.
The two eldritch beings shifted into a more comfortable form, two frogs.
“Hi! My name’s (*33%^364 &$flvTO{“S+_{o! 12`1ErdUodf!” The smaller frog (Very tiny) squeaked.
“Mine’s N&$L#!% &)m&.” The humongous one bellowed.
Katsuki stared in shock. “W-what’s your names? In- uh, japanese p-please.”
“Funny thing is, I’m Missy! She/They” The self-proclaimed Missy said. (More of a whisper, but whatever.) “It’s short for Missile Launcher in our language.”
“I’m Nubo. Short for Nuclear Bomb. He/They” Nubo dead-panned. (Can frogs even do that?)
Katsuki stared. “Uh. Well. See you..?”
The bell rang.
(Notes: No, I’m not telling you who the person in the first part is. It’s not Izuku, though.)