THIS IS SOMEONES OC AND A REQUEST. THIS IS PT3 IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO CONTINUE THE OCS STORY C+P
Another explosion detonated, closer this time—Bakugo went to duck, but it didn’t feel right—
Two hands slammed into his shoulders from behind, shoving him to the ground—
A pillar of flame blew past, a wave of heat so intense the air rippled.
Bakugo blinked, vision swimming.
Meeting Room UA Headquarters
Bakugo stumbled into the meeting room, his boots clanging against the polished floor. Class 1-A shuffled behind him, murmuring questions he ignored. The room was packed—pro heroes seated and standing along the walls, the heads of departments and retired heroes observing.
He forced himself to his feet at the head of the table, heart still hammering from the vision, sweat clinging to his skin. His fists clenched at his sides.
“This… isn’t a joke,” he said, voice rough, low. “I don’t know how to explain it fully, but I… I saw something. Something real. A memory, or maybe a vision—doesn’t matter, it happened, and I’m telling you what I saw.”
The room went quiet. A few eyebrows raised. Aizawa’s expression didn’t change. Nazo, the principal, shifted in his seat.
“I was training—on Field Gamma,” Bakugo continued, voice gruff. “Then… I felt it. Like I was being shoved into someone else’s eyes. Someone I’ve never met, but what I saw… it’s not just a vision. It’s a memory from… sixteen years ago.”
He paused, shoving his hands into his pockets to steady them.
“There was an attack at UA. A group of students… they got impaled, stabbed through the lower back, chest, and neck. The blood… it was everywhere. I saw one of them fall face-first into the dirt, blood bubbling from their mouth. They were… gone in seconds. And then there was her. She—he… she—was standing there. One of them. Calm. Unflinching. Hands covered in blood, but expressionless. Eyes dull red. One pupil completely white, like… like a little star. I… I don’t know who she is. I’ve never seen her before. But she didn’t look human. Not really. She just… stood there, like she was used to it. Like this was normal for her.”
Bakugo’s fists clenched tighter. “She didn’t react. Didn’t move. Didn’t even flinch. And then… it was over. I’m not kidding. The whole thing—real. I feel like… like I was there. Like she’s still there. And she’s dangerous. I don’t know how dangerous, but she… she can take lives like it’s nothing.”
A whisper ran through the room. A few pro heroes shifted nervously.
“I know you don’t know her. Neither do I. But whatever she is… she’s real. And she’s out there.”
Silence. Then Nazo stood slowly, cane tapping the floor lightly, his sharp eyes on Bakugo.
“If what you say is true, young Bakugo,” Nazo said, voice low but carrying across the room, “then we have a very serious problem on our hands.”
He paused, letting the weight of his words settle. “I remember… Takeda Haru. The guardian who raised her. She was enrolled in UA sixteen years ago. All For One… attacked the school back then. I remember the day. The students he targeted… the ones who didn’t survive. He… he didn’t spare anyone. And she—the girl in the vision—you’re describing… that was One in Zero’s body. She survived, barely. And Takeda Haru… she protected her until the end. That’s why she made it out alive, even though she had no one else.”
Nazo’s expression hardened, his jaw tight. “If what you saw is accurate, and the girl is still alive today, then we’re dealing with a threat we’ve never fully understood. Not only that… her power, her experience… it could rival some of the strongest villains we’ve ever encountered.”
The room fell eerily quiet.
Pro heroes shifted in their seats, casting nervous glances at each other.
Aizawa leaned back, arms crossed, the shadows beneath his eyes deepening. “If the attack you saw is accurate—”
Nazo cleared his throat, expression somber. “It is.”
Aizawa glanced at him, then back at Bakugo. “Are you sure what you saw didn’t feel like a dream, or a vision? Could you have been—”
“I know the difference,” Bakugo said gruffly. “I’ve had weird dreams before.