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➥ 𝙒-𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩?! ᝰ.💥

After some crappy introduction by the hero himself, Dynamight, AKA, your number one idol, and you couldn't lie, it wasn't crappy after all, you were now given the chance to ask him questions.  Your heart raced with excitement. You glanced around the room, taking in the eager faces of your other classmates, (of course, they weren't as eager as you) but your focus remained on Dynamight. He stood there, a confident smile on his face, radiating that undeniable charisma.

"Okay, who's got a question???" he asked, scanning the crowd. You raised your hand, barely able to contain your enthusiasm.

"Dynamight! What's the most challenging moment you've faced in your hero career?"

He leaned forward, his expression turning serious. His eyes wandered to your (e/c) orbs, flickering with amusement from the keenness in your eyes. 

"Great question. Honestly, it was during the battle with the Shadow Syndicate. I had to push myself beyond my limits—not just physically, but mentally. I learned that being a hero is more than just power; it's about making tough choices and protecting those who can't protect themselves."

You hung on every word, feeling inspired. As he continued, you realized this wasn't just a chance to meet your idol; it was a moment to understand the depth of what it meant to be a hero. Your other classmates chimed in with their own questions, but you couldn't help but think about what you would ask next. This was your moment, and you wanted to make it count, to count for the best, for you to be... like him!

"What advice would you give to aspiring heroes?" you called out, your voice steady despite the nerves. Dynamight's eyes lit up with interest.

"Believe in yourself and the power of teamwork. Even heroes need help. Enjoy the journey—it's not just about the destination..."

You nodded, feeling more inspired than ever. This wasn't just a visitation from Dynamight; it was a masterclass in heroism.

Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!!!!!!  

"Kid, what's wrong with ya'?" I looked absolutely bewildered at the sight of some kid who got on their fucking tippy toes and squealed for shit. They were bouncing with excitement, eyes wide like saucers as they finally stopped with their wild imagination, pausing as the rest of the class shared looks of grimace, which I did too.

"S-Sorry! I will NOT do that again!—"

"You better not you damned lower-class. Anyways." Who do you think you are, ruining some presentation I worked hard and long for just to be fucking interrupted by meeting me? I mean, it was a big deal, I'm a fucking hero, but at least keep your fucking mouth shut when I'm discussing shit. 

You had just humiliated yourself in front of the hero... Dynamight... Bakugo... because you couldn't keep your petty feelings to yourself? 

You sat back down, terror-struck filled your face, quivering ever so slightly at the thought of the only person you had ever admired, look down upon you with such disgust... it shook your spine. 

Your ears lowered slightly, tail cowering between your legs as you only look down at your desk from the wealth of horror piling up at your shoulders, burdening you from looking up, to see his face again, only that face, if he even looked at you, would be utterly ashamed of what action you just did. God this sucks... Oh shut up! Bakugo doesn't look down on himself! Heroes never do! But you never knew what was behind the mask.

"Psst— Y/N!" Thank god it was just Kenzo.

"Tch... what is it?" You whispered to your left, keeping a straight face as sweat from your forehead landed on your hero analysis book. The book only filled with comments about Bakugo, pictures of him fighting a villain, a picture of his costume.... were you obsessed? Yes, but you weren't one of those fans who'd kidnap him, you were a fucking child. 

"Man... I would have just used my quirk to find a gun and shoot myself if I were in your position..." 

"Course you would have your damned coward... now I'm stuck here looking back at my own fucking desk while my all-mighty idol continues speaking, like I don't exist!"

"I mean, you did when you just squealed back there... damn— you sounded like some obsessed fan."

You were just thinking that... 

"I know, tch. Don't rub it in my face."

"Sorry!!" 

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A/N:

Yo yo!! I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

You guys might be wondering about Kenzo's quirk: And that's perfectly fine! His quirk is magnet, so he can practically bring any magnetic object towards him whenever and wherever he wants! He was just telling you that he could have attracted some nearby gun for him to grab and 'shoot' himself with, though I'm certain he wouldn't be successful with that :,D

As always, for my final bow, have a great day or night!

➤ Polaroid ⸝⸝