You began to flutter your eyes open.

How long did I sleep?

When you looked out the window, you saw that twilight was already here. So, you started to stretch—but when you did, something fell onto the floor.

"A school blazer? Is this Kacchan's?" you wondered, picking it up.

"Ugh, you're finally awake," you heard. Glancing over, you saw Kacchan shuffle over with a plate full of delectable food. "Here, eat this up."

Your eyes twinkled. "You—you cooked for me?"

Blush covered his poker face. "Of course not! I was hungry and I decided to make some real food for myself instead of that garbage you put out." His head was now bowed, causing his bangs to cover his eyes. "But I figured you'd be hungry too so—I got you something. But only because I didn't want you to be stealing mine and stuff!"

You smiled that sweet smile which never ceased to make Kacchan's heart race, even if he didn't want to admit it. "Thank you, Kacchan~"

"Don't be so weird about it—it's just food."

You giggled before getting off the couch and giving him a thankful hug. Normally, he'd push you off or shout something rude—but this time was different. You closed your eyes and leaned against his shoulder contently, which made him only scoff.

"Also, thanks for putting your jacket over me. It's nice to see you care~"

"I DON'T CARE!" he screeched. "But uh—yeah."

You pulled back and ate up his cooking. It was so good, which was a bit surprising. You thought it'd taste like burnt charcoal or something.

After finishing it up, you lolled back against the couch. "Wow, that was good! You're like—Bakugordan Ramsey."

He rolled his eyes. "Tch. You and your nicknames."

"Yeah, coming from you. At least I don't refer to everyone as 'four-eyes', 'bush-head', or 'rip-off Pikachu'."

"I don't have a nickname for stupid Deku."

You shrugged. "Alright then."

That's when it came time for Kacchan to leave.

"Eh, I gotta go. Bye." He headed out the door, but you seized his wrist before he set foot on the porch.

"Wait! Please—"

He was confused. "What more do you want?"

A blush covered your cheeks. "So, Kacchan. This may sound sudden, but like—I'm just gonna be honest."

He raised an eyebrow. "Spit it out."

It was now or never. You figured this was the perfect moment to confess your feelings, since it was just the two of you.

You smiled and said, "Ever since the day we first met, I couldn't help but. . .feel myself fall for you~"

"Yeah, you're clumsy and you fall over literally anything."

"What I'm saying is. . ." You looked up at him with twinkling eyes. "I like you, Katsuki. I have for a long time."

He realized you were being serious, due to the fact you called him by his first name. Kacchan always knew you were the type that wasn't afraid to show affection—since you always showed it to him and everybody back when you were kids (and even now). But this was an entirely new matter.

"Do you like me back?" you asked, hoping he would return your feelings.

His eyes were wide, and his mouth slightly open. But he didn't even seem angry, instead he looked like he just had a big realization.

Maybe some part of him never cut you out of his memories—even if he denied it every time.

"(Y/N), listen—"

KABOOM!

Before you could blink, something from outside crashed through your living room wall. The dust from the fallen rubble caused you to cough. What was happening? Did Kool-Aid Man decide to pay you a visit or something?

"WHAT THE!?" Kacchan rose up, quickly recovering from falling down. Once his vision cleared, he saw nothing but a cloud of destroyed building particles, which slowly faded away—revealing a figure behind it all.

"What's going on!?" you fretfully asked, clutching onto Kacchan's arm for any source of comfort.

"Hand over the girl," rasped a voice through all the smoke. "Or else you'll face the consequences."

"Stay behind me," Kacchan whispered to you, a determined smirk crossing his face.

His trademark smile made you feel more assured that everything would be okay—but a surge of fear still took place in your trembling body.

"Alright, who do you think you are!?" Kacchan interrogated, shoving himself in front of your figure.

This slim guy with several loose hands gripped across his arms, and one on his face—ascended from the destruction. He had one hand scratching his neck, and the other pointed toward your direction.

"I didn't come here to play games. Now stop being a little skeez and hand over the girl."

Kacchan was in the process of charging his hands up with his Quirk. "Alright, I don't know what kind of cosplay cult you just escaped from—but hit the road and get some lotion or something!"

"I don't have time to exchange useless comebacks with a teenage rat—SO DO AS I SAY!" the offender jumped at you two with his hand out, causing Kacchan to activate an explosion.

"GET OUT OF HERE, (Y/N)!" he commanded you.

You screamed and ran out the house, trying to get the heck away from there.

"WHY ARE YOU RONIN'??" the hand-man shouted.

As soon as you exited the area, you hid behind a nearby building. Pulling out your cellphone, you slid to your contacts and dialed Eijiro at the speed of sound.

"Oh, hey, (Y/N). Sah—"

"HELPPPPP, KACCHAN AND I ARE BEING ATTACKED BY A SMURF WITH HAND JUNK ALL OVER HIS BODY!"

"What the—"

Another crash in the background took place, which instantly made Eijiro figure out something bad was happening.

"WHERE ARE YOU!?" Eijiro asked, quite worried.

"BY MY HOUSE—BUT KACCHAN IS HOLDING THE GUY OFF. JUST PLEASE—PLEASE HELP!!" you begged your friend. You were now having a hard time catching your breath.

"HOLD ON, I'M COMING OVER—JUST STAY ON THE PHONE."

You did as he said, but it made you anxious knowing Kacchan was alone. You didn't even know what this guys Quirk was. It could have been extremely powerful. . . .

So, that inspired you to run back and aid him—which was probably a horrible mistake. Once you got back, you saw Kacchan in an intense fight with this fiend. Explosions were going off left and right—completely wrecking your house. But that was the least of your worries right now.

A few seconds later, the hand-man pushed Kacchan to the ground—and neared the palm of his hand toward his arm.

"KACCHAANNNNN!!!!" you shrieked. Just before this stranger could inflict too much damage, you dashed up and whacked him in the face with a nearby plate. This made him lose his balance and fall down.

Once Kacchan got up, he readied another explosion. But this time, he was putting more charge into it.

In that moment, you placed a hand on his shoulder and focused. You weren't sure what you were doing—but you had to help in some way.

"What the heck are you doing!?" he barked. "Why are you here??"

"I had to help," you breathlessly responded.

Transferring the remaining energy you had left, Kacchan absorbed it all. Perhaps it would heal him in some way—or just give him a bit more stamina to fight.

"DIE, RIP-OFF SMURF!!" Kacchan rocketed one last explosion, but this time—it was ten-times more powerful than he expected. His Quirk completely blew the entire living room to smithereens, and the leftover smoke clouded up in the street. Car alarms were going off, and trees were ripped up from the ground, and toppled over fences.

You had observed it all from behind him. "What the chiz—how many Monsters did you chug down before this?"

"I've never created anything so powerful before—what the heck was that?" he asked himself, staring down at his hands.

After a few seconds of pondering what just happened, it occurred to you.

Did my Quirk just charge up his Quirk?? Is there more to my power than I realize?

"Ah. . ." uttered the hoarse voice of this stranger. "I see you found out a new element of your power."

How was this dude still alive?

"What's your name?" you asked the offender from behind Kacchan's shoulder.

". . .Tomura. . .Shigaraki."

You've never heard of that name. What did this 'Tomura Shigaraki' want? Some moisturizer?

"I heard you had a powerful Quirk. And it seems that I was correct. . .(Y/N)."

How does he know who I am?

Kacchan gritted his teeth when Shigaraki mentioned your name. As soon as the smoke cleared, you saw Shigaraki reach for a fallen hand on the ground—only to place it back on his face.

"Ew," you and Kacchan both expressed in unison.

"I'll make this short. I want you to side with me, (Y/N)."

His use of your first name made you uncomfortable. It was like he was making a poor attempt at sounding like a friend or something.

"Wot."

"Yes. With me, I'll show you every fragment of your power—which you never knew before. Even if you don't realize it—you have one of the most powerful Quirks. Maybe even more so than this exploding spaz."

"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME, SMURF-WEAVE!?"

What was this Shigaraki talking about? No matter how confusing it was, you refused to listen.

"This is your last chance, (Y/N). Join me."

You answered with, "I'd rather slam my tongue in a car door."

"Alright. . .but you'll change your mind later—don't worry." Shigaraki then stood up. "Thank you for listening to my TED talk. Goodbye." He left.

It was now just you and Kacchan. You awkwardly sipped a Capri Sun while standing next to your childhood friend/crush in the ruined living room.

"Mom's gonna be furious," you pouted.