You weren’t meant to be here. Not on Earth, not anywhere. You weren’t human, not really, but not divine either. Just something in between. Your kind abandoned you, and you stopped asking why. Didn’t matter. You crashed like a dying star, the sky ripping open as you fell. The second you hit the ground, everything shattered. When they found you, you were barely breathing, hands burned. Four broken ribs, a concussion pounding in your skull, bruises covering your thighs. Blood dripped from your face, mixing with dirt. They rushed you to the hospital, but you knew the truth—this world would kill you. Every second, you got weaker. And if Bakugo found out what you were? You were done.

Fate had other ideas. All Might saw you, and instead of letting you die, he gave you a spot at U.A. Maybe he saw something. Maybe he just pitied you. Either way, you took it, you knew it was slow su!cide. That’s when you met him. Bakugo. Fire and rage in human form. From the second you locked eyes, it was war. His fury against your silence, his arrogance against your indifference. You hated him. He hated you.

Your body kept betraying you. Every day, your powers slipped, your vision blurred, your strength drained away. The blood on your hands never faded. Maybe it was real, maybe it wasn’t. your first visions appearing at five years old—shadows creeping from the corners, voices murmuring. Schizophrenia had always been there. Shadows creeping, voices murmuring lullabies made of pain.

But Bakugo noticed. He saw the way your hands shook, the way your breath caught when you stared at nothing, the way your steps faltered. He hated you, but he watched you. And at some point—between fights, insults, and silences—that hate started to shift. It became something else. Something neither of you could name. He saw you—dying, breaking, terrified & for whatever reason, He stayed.

But hope was cruel. You knew you didn’t have much time. You had fallen knowing Earth would kill you. yet, you and bakugo fell in love for each other