Isn't it weird and awesome at the same time, the alone thought of Katsuki obeying my orders? Let me answer you: yes, it is.

A quite noticeable wide grin was adorning my lips as my great imagination was going wild without limits, which made the boy show his instant regret at his choice of words. Yet you can't blame me, you don't always have the untamable Katsuki Bakugou helping you, and even less having the luxury to tell him what to do all at the same time. Was this a weirdly fantastic dream? Please, I don't want to wake up.

"Quit that stupid smile, I'm not gonna follow all your weird orders, dipshit." He growled. "Only the ones I think are reasonable."

I faked an exaggerated gasp to keep up with the teasing joke, as if he had hurt me with that assumption. "Excuse me? My ideas are always reasonable, when were my ideas not reasonable?"

The mischievous smirk that Katsuki was wearing before came back to his features, having decided to take the teasing lead. "Well, maybe you forgot about that by now, but I remember seeing you running with a brat on your back chasing a motherfucking trai-"

"NEXT!!"

"Or the day you wer-"

"I SAID NEEEEEXT!!"

The boy let out a short laugh as he went to sit on his now destroyed rock. Then, he motioned me with a demanding hand to give him the scythe while resting his left arm on his lap. I knew he wanted to take a closer look, so I handed it to him; I wouldn't be the one who would interfere between humans and curiosity.

"Careful, it may be heavy for you." I warned before letting go of the snath; the weight feels quite different depending on if it's the owner or someone else.

"If you move this shit so easily, it can't be heav-... Fuck!"

"Told ya."

Katsuki examined the weapon carefully, touching every part and taking a look from all angles. He was expecting to see some odd mechanism, but he found nothing apart from a weird-looking scythe. I stayed silent before him, witnessing with how much interest the walking-grenade was studying the result of my quirk. For a moment I thought I was in a pawnshop and that he was about to call me 'Rick' and say that the scythe looked fake.

"How the fuck this shit works?" He muttered to himself. "Didn't all your damn family have guns? Why the hell did you choose to have this?"

My lips drew a smug smile; it was a matter of time before he would get curious enough to ask me the incredible, mysterious and interesting origins of my scythe, so I already practiced the story in front of the mirror of the bathroom and I had it all ready in my head.

"Heh, I knew someday you would as-..." I trailed off in the middle of the sentence as soon as realization hit me right in my face.

In time. For once.

"Hey! Wait a second! How do you know about my family's weapons!?" I gasped after noticing with surprise that Katsuki had that kind of personal information about me in his power.

The ash blond boy's eyes widened in realization when he remembered he wasn't supposed to know anything and all his muscles became stiff instantly. "W-W-WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!? DID YOU ALREADY F-FORGET THAT YOU TOLD ME WHILE FUCKING T-TRAINING!?" He tried to explain while failing at controlling his stuttering. "Y-YOU SHOULD CHECK THOSE SHITTY M-MEMORY ISSUES ALREADY, RAT!!"

I caressed my chin and closed my eyes to sink into my memory, not caring much about the uncontrolled little explosions in Katsuki's palms, afraid of my possible conclusions; I was sure I didn't tell him a thing so... how?

"I'm very sure I only told Izuku, and I'm also sure he's not the kind of person that would say this personal stuff so easily. We were at school and we were alone, or that's what I believed..." I thought aloud before opening my (e/c) eyes and locking them with the boy's red ones, holding an accusing expression. "I can't believe you were eavesdropping!"

The walking-grenade jumped like a scared cat, confirming instantly my suspicions. Though, to be honest, I wasn't mad at all. Indeed, I found that quite funny coming from someone like him.

"I WAS JUST FUCKING PASSING BY!! OR AM I NOT ALLOWED WALKING WHEREVER I WANT!? GODDAMMIT, I'LL KILL YOU!!"

Honestly, I was having a hard time trying to hold my laughter; his reaction was more intense than I expected and I couldn't believe he was actually lying to me only to save his poor ass.

'Don't be mean, (f/n), he's so tense that he won't be able to take a shit in three days...' I thought with clear amusement.

"Yes, I guess you're allowed to do so. And unless you're a ghost, I didn't see you anywhere." I snorted. "Remember me not to play with you hide and seek because I'll always lose, haha!"

"Y-YOU'RE SO FUCKING DEAD, BITCH!!" He growled with anger and a flustered face after hearing my mocking tone.

I ignored his threats and, even if he was making bigger and more dangerous explosions, I walked towards him to take the scythe back and make it disappear.

"DON'T YOU DARE COME ANY CLOSER, FUCKING BASTARD!!"

"Oh, c'mon! Don't be like that~" I said with the most annoying tone on purpose while taking a risky seat close to him. "It's story time, you don't need to bother eavesdropping today!"

Wow, I deserved an explosive punch of his today, I recognize it.

"YOU WANNA DIE!?"

"Maybe?"

"DON'T TRY ME, BITCH!!"

"Okay, I'm tired of this. Bakugou, relax."

"I'M FUCKING RELAXED, WOMAN!!"

~Flashback~

"So... what will be your costume for tonight, honey?"

Tonight was the Halloween night and this girl over here was going to get a lot of tasty and delicious candies because people will love my super scary costume! My dad asked me if I knew what would be my disguise, but the truth is that I had no idea and I was getting nervous because of that.

"I don't know yet..." I answered, facing the floor and with a sad voice.

Dad sent me a sweet smile and patted my little head. "Would you like me to help you?" He asked, hoping that it would change my mood. "We can look for some costume images and ideas on the internet. What do you think, (f/n)?"

My expression suddenly changed and a wide grin adorned my lips, filled with excitement. "Yes!"

Dad smiled at me again and went to take his laptop while I was waiting for him, sitting on the sofa. He sat beside me and placed me on his lap before going to Google and typed 'Halloween costumes for kids" in the search tool.

"Alright... would you like to dress as a ghost?" He asked, pointing at the image of a kid with a bland blanket over him in front of us.

"Nooo... that's too boooring!" I replied, shaking my head vigorously.

"And what about a skeleton? Skeletons are always a good choice."

"Still too boooring, daaaaddy..."

"Well, a witch?"

"I'm sure all girls are going to dress as witches!"

"Then, would you like to be a demon? Demons are cool, too!"

"Mmm... no..."

Dad never thought that choosing a Halloween costume for his daughter would be such a difficult task and that patience was a necessary attribute to succeed. Though, he didn't give up and continued scrolling down, until he spotted something that really caught his attention.

"Hey, look at this! Why don't you dress as a cowboy!?" He suggested with excitement while pointing at the costume, as if the kid here were him.

I quickly turned my head back to look at him. "Whaaaat!? Nooo! Daddy, that's the worst one!" My scared expression and worried eyes clearly showed that I was afraid that my dad wouldn't listen to me and actually make me dress like an ugly cowboy...

"Ow, why do you say so, (f/n)? When I was your age, I was so excited with a cowboy costume that your grandmother bought for me for a... uhm... a party I don't really remember, but that's not important right now, so, okay, ehm... where was I?"

"You mean something happened when dressing as a... cowboy?" I asked skeptically.

"Oh, yeah! I looked so cool that I totally sunk into my character!" He explained while moving his arms with enthusiasm. "And then my guns appeared."

"W-What?"

I couldn't help but start laughing at that unexpected ending of the story; I'd never thought that was the silly reason why my dad got guns like everyone in the family instead of anything else...

"Yeah, yeah, keep laughing while you can!" He exclaimed as he started to tickle me, making me laugh even more. "Don't you want your guns, too? They're pretty great and useful."

My dad stopped and let me catch my breath before answering. "You don't use them anyway..." I managed to say while whipping my tears away, unaware of the sudden change of mood of the atmosphere after my words. "Weren't them cool enough, dad? Was that the reason why you don't use them?"

Oblivious to what my words caused to my dad, I turned my head towards his direction with a smile, something that turned quickly into an expression full of worry after witnessing his sad and lost sight, as if he were trapped in a bad memory.

"What's wrong, daddy? Did I say something bad? I'm sorry..."

Dad finally realized that he zoned out for a moment and gave me a quick smile to assure me that nothing happened. "Do you want us to continue searching, (f/n)?" He asked while patting my head again, totally trying to change the conversation.

"Sure!"

He kept scrolling down in silence, focusing on his main task; there were only the same repetitive costumes and there wasn't anything to ask since I already said that I didn't like any that Saint Google was showing us... until I spotted something different that totally caught my attention.

"Daddy, wait! What's this?" I asked with curiosity as I pointed at the dark image.

"This one? The Grim Reaper?" He stared at the costume for a few seconds and arched an eyebrow, unable to imagine his cute daughter in that kind of costume. "Do you like it?"

"Yes! The black tunic is so cool!" I exclaimed with the typical shining eyes of a kid's excitement. "But... what's this big thing? A big knife?"

My dad let out a short giggle. "No, honey, that's a scythe." He replied. "The Grim Reaper takes lives away with it when it thinks their time has ended."

"That's cool!"

"That's edgy."

"Huh? What's 'edgy'?"

"Something that you'll promise me you won't become when you reach your teen years, sweetie, for everyone's health. Please."

A hearty laugh escaped my mouth, not understanding what my dad was implying. "That's weird, haha!"

He clicked on the image to have a better view and to see how much the costume would cost if he decided to go and buy it directly. "So, may my little princess tell her dad what she has decided?"

"I wanna be the Grim Reaper."

- - - - -

"Aawww, (f/n)... You look so cute! I'll go to take the camera!" My mom squealed after helping me to put the costume on, leaving me alone in the room for a moment.

"Don't forget the scythe, mommy!" I exclaimed, hoping it was loud enough for her to hear me.

I kept staring at my image in the mirror from all angles and, to be honest, I have to say I was quite amazed by the fact that I looked scary and cute at the same time. My dad couldn't believe it either, he thought that I may look like a sack of potatoes with the rope around my little waist, but clearly, if you saw this cute little Grim Reaper running in the street you would chase and ask her to take your life away.

"Hehe, I love it..." I muttered as I hid my head with the black hood.

I didn't know what came over me but, for a moment, I wanted to close my eyes and bring my hands to my right side, trying to mimic a cutting movement with a swing, as if I had that unusual weapon in my hands.

I was oblivious to what was happening inside me; something weird was happening in my body, something that wanted to be released...

"Don't resist, evil being, your time has come! I, the Grim Reaper, will take your life away!"

I was so determined and so concentrated that I didn't notice that, actually, something big did appear between my hands.

I opened my eyes wide, surprised due to the sudden weight I was carrying and, oh, my God... That high-pitched scream looked as if the real Grim Reaper came to take my life away.

"KYAAAAAAAAAA!!"

I instantly dropped the big and scary thing and ran to a corner of the room, unable to articulate a word. Quickly, my worried mom appeared in front of the door of the room.

"(F/n)! What happene-!?" She stopped in the middle of the sentence at the moment her eyes landed on the weird-looking scythe that was laying on the floor. "Are you alright, honey?"

I embraced my mom with trembling hands, looking for safety. "Y-Yes, it only scared me..." I managed to answer, hearing a deep relaxed sigh coming from her lips. "M-Mommy, that thing had just appeared i-in my hands..." I gulped. "Why did that happen?"

Mom's expression was hard to explain: she looked scared, though at the same time she seemed sad.

But why?

"(F/n)..." She sighed with resignation. "That was your father's Birth-Weapon quirk, honey."

"H-Huh?" My eyes widened as I thought I understood what was the meaning of all of this. "Then, that thing...?"

"Your weapon it's a scythe, (f/n)."

~Present time~

Katsuki had remained silent and listening to my story with an arched eyebrow and his mouth half agape, as if he really were sunk in it. I swear that I thought that he was going to dribble like a baby if he didn't bring his lips together, though he realized soon enough that I was already over before anything happened, blinking a few times before speaking again.

"Holy shit, that was so fucking lame." He snorted.

'Typical...' I mentally facepalmed.

The ash blond boy rubbed his eyes, due to the uncomfortable sensation of not rehydrating them during the last part of my tale and yawned after that. "So, you took all that fucking valuable time to explain that you manifested your quirk only because of damn excitement."

"Well, if you wanna name it like that... yeah, pretty much."

"Goddammit, gimme that shit you have, I'll kill you."

I let out a short laugh at the moment I heard his complaint. "The weapon is manifested by using the vital energy of the user, and that means that 'energy' I used to create it will just come back to me at the moment you try to hurt me with it." I explained. "So, you can't kill the owner with their weapon, Bakugou, I'm sorry."

"No?"

"No."

"Fuck."

"W-What does that reaction mean..."

Katsuki ignored me and leaned back until he lay down on the rock, bringing his hands behind the back of his head. "And can you change it?" He asked all of a sudden.

"You're crazy if you think I'm changing my baby, *tsk*." I muttered to myself, though not quietly enough for him to not to hear me.

"Want to see the fucking real Grim Reaper, rat?" He asked with a serious tone as a sudden dark aura emanated from him.

"N-No, thanks!" I answered quickly, shaking my hands. "And no, I can't change it. The first weapon you summon will be your weapon for life, so I'm stuck with that scythe."

Katsuki didn't answer or made a sound that said that he was actually listening, only the evening crows were the ones who didn't let the silence take over us.

It's true that after remembering that moment from the past, I understood some things that, as a kid, I couldn't find an answer. Neither my father or my mother wanted to seem happy with me getting a quirk, and even less getting a scythe, though their behavior was so contradictory that I believed that they were just scared and actually, deep inside them they were happy that their daughter inherited both of their quirks. I was sure that they loved being heroes...

I couldn't help but draw a genuine smile with my lips as I closed my eyes for a moment; nice memories are always a stress-relief and even if mine wasn't a very happy one, I treasured it with all my heart.

The boy beside me suddenly flexed his legs in the air and made an impulse to stand up, leaving the rock and landing only a few feet away from his previous spot, something that caught my attention.

"We're finished for today." He said bluntly.

"Huh?" He really took me by surprise, I wasn't expecting him to say that at all. "Why? We didn't do anything that had to do with the training."

Katsuki shoved his hand in the pockets of his black pants and tilted his head towards my direction. He really liked doing that. "I fucking told you, shitty rat, it's your turn to take the lead." He complained with frowned eyebrows. "I thought you liked the idea of having me doing all you want, wasn't it?"

I couldn't help but giggle at the way he smirked at me; he always must be the one who was right in all the conversations, and this one wasn't going to be less.

"Alright, I'll find something I'd want to learn with the scythe." I said, sending him a warm smile. "Thanks a lot for listening to my story, Bakugou, I really appreciate it."

"Whatever." He muttered as he turned his head to the other side and began to take some steps forward, waving his hand. "Take care going home, little mouse."

"I will."

I observed how the walking-grenade was leaving the place, my sinful (e/c) eyes admiring his back muscles, waiting patiently until the boy was nowhere to be seen; I decided to take the opportunity of laying back on the rock a bit before going back home, wanting to have this little moment of silence only for myself.

I wished to take a pause from watching this twisted film called world and disappear, closing my eyes and enjoying the sweet breeze that made my hair tickle my nose.

That memory of my young years made me rethink about the important life choices I've made and, to be honest, making friends with Katsuki was probably one of the best I've made. I didn't get mad when the boy admitted that he intentionally heard Izuku and I's conversation, and that's because I've realized how much of a reliable person he was; he had shown it to me many times already... at his own way, of course.

I was just grateful that I had him in my life.

"Katsuki..." I breathed quietly, pink cheeks adorning my features at the moment his name left my lips. "You'll be a great hero."

- - - - -

Thanks to this incredible opportunity that Katsuki lend me to be me the one who decided what wanted to learn with a weapon that, casually, I couldn't get rid of it in my life, I discovered that my creativity sucked hard.

I swear that the bags under my eyes reached the ground and those were the reason why I couldn't move freely. I had been up the whole night looking for information, videos and even shows or films where scythes appeared, so I could steal an idea and bring it for the following day's training. I even texted my godmother's butler and asked him if he could help me with original techniques, but it was 3:00 AM so you can guess the answer I received from him: nothing. And when I say nothing, I mean that the messages didn't even deliver.

Apart from vertically or horizontally swings, I didn't know what could I do with my scythe.

And that simply sucks.

The next morning, at least, I got some messages from the tall black-haired man and I couldn't feel more relieved in my life. This magnificent butler was to me one of those persons that were perfect at anything, so his ideas truly illuminated my life; if I wouldn't have come up with anything today, someone's explosive palm would have ended in my face and this girl would be resting in peace after that. My godmother's butler ideas plus Katsuki's suggestions were the things I followed for almost the remaining months.

Friendly reminder that Katsuki wasn't as sweet as the other man with his comments...

"Grab that shit with fucking both hands, rat!"

"Block my blows with your damn scythe, bastard!"

"Don't fucking restrain and make a deep cut on it, idiot!"

"Use that crap as a support and jump, shitty face!"

"Use your other fucking quirk, bitch!"

If I were paid for every time that Katsuki insulted me after any of his commands, I'd be richer than my godmother. However, what the boy didn't know was that I was also struggling with something that I couldn't describe clearly...

It had been a long time since I last used my scythe and, even if I already knew how the energy materialization and transfer worked, there was something that was completely out of my knowledge. Too many times I've thought if my father had the same sensation inside him when he was using his guns and his vital energy was 'moving', but I wasn't sure if I should tell my godmother; I didn't want her to worry about me more than she did already...

Every time I used my scythe, I was on the verge of losing control.

I didn't know how, and I didn't know why.

If it wasn't because of Katsuki's loud voice that snapped me from that weird state, I would have cut him in half already.

"O-Oi, rat, this time was better than the others." He admitted.

My (e/c) eyes examined him, looking for any accidental wound I could have done to him when I wasn't being myself.

"Huh?"

"You looked more concentrated, for once." He continued. "Took you fucking long enough to take this shit seriously, idiot!"

I didn't know what to blame, I didn't know how I could make this stop; I just didn't want to hurt anyone. I was glad he didn't notice my gradually change of behavior and expression in my face, he would have thought I was going...

... Crazy.

"Uh... Thank you, I guess..."

'Have I just lost control again?'

My heart beat fast, my body released adrenaline, there was a mobilization of energy due to the use of both of my quirks, my head was dizzy, my sight was getting clouded and my eyes made me see the world in a somehow different way... Maybe I was just still too rusty and I needed more training, and that may be the reason for the appearance of that sudden urge that grew inside me.

"C'mon, we don't have all day!" Katsuki called me, seeing that I wasn't moving or talking.

"A-Ah! Sure!"

'What kind of sudden impulse was that?'

- - - - -

The days went on and the day before the entrance exam arrived.

I met Katsuki at the same place as usual and we trained for half an hour. Of course, I had to manage to control that odd unexplainable sensation all the time; it'd be dangerous for everyone if I let myself get carried away, and even more for the ash blond boy, since he was the one with me since this terrible rush of adrenaline and energy started to try to take the lead of my actions every time I used my scythe.

"Oi, little mouse." He called me after drinking some water, taking a break from the intense training. "Have you thought about your hero suit?"

My eyes widened in surprise after hearing that sudden question, not expecting he would be interested in knowing something like that. "If you ask so, that means that you already see me in U.A.~" I singsonged with an obnoxious tone, deciding to tease him a bit.

"Shut it! Don't be too cocky, fucking rat." He growled with real annoyance, his intentions weren't far from making sure I wasn't going to screw all his hard work up because I would choose something that wouldn't potentiate my quirks.

I let out a short giggle after the death glare he sent me, he was unable to scare me with that anymore. "Yeah, I've thought about it. Wanna hear it?"

"*Hmph*, go ahead."

I took a sip of water before speaking. "I've thought of a design that would match the colors of my scythe and a theme that fits with it." I said with a smile. "That means I want a lot of black."

Katsuki arched an eyebrow and stared at me with skepticism. "You're actually going to dress like a damn Grim Reaper? You gotta be fucking kidding." He snorted.

"Oh? No, don't worry." I shook my head vigorously, making clear I wasn't going to do such a silly thing. "I said I wanted to have my scythe as a base theme, but that doesn't mean that I'm going to dress as a kind of supernatural being, haha!"

"Fuck, thank God..." He muttered to himself, relaxed.

"It's true that I want to take the advantage of the sensation a scythe may provoke in someone, but I want to look real..." I tried to explain. "I'm looking for another kind of image than the typical one, honestly."

Katsuki's confusion was clear, he didn't understand a thing, and that's because I didn't give exactly too much information; I wanted my costume to be a surprise, you don't know how much I wished to see his face after the revelation. I knew he wouldn't expect that choice of clothes at all.

"What about you?" I asked with curiosity, hoping it would make him forget about me.

He simply crossed his arms and sent me a tiny smirk. "You'll see."

That was all he said.

"Haha, seriously?"

'And here I was, almost feeling guilty for not telling him a thing...' I said to myself, rolling my eyes with amusement.

I sighed deeply after letting a chuckle out from my lips, unable to stop my thoughts from going to the exam that we would have to pass the next day if we wanted to enter the U.A. Academy.

"Are you nervous, Bakugou?" I asked with a suddenly calm voice, my gaze trying to find his.

The boy stared at me for a few seconds, analyzing my worried expression. "Of course not, shitty face." He snorted. "I know I'll pass it."

Did I have any doubt about his answer? I knew this was going to be what he would say, but in my case...

"Do you... D-Do you think I could pass, too?"

I couldn't hold my stuttering anymore, I couldn't hide my nervousness and worry for much longer. We've been working hard together for a very long time to not to pass the exam now... I didn't want to disappoint him at all. However, it'd be me the one who would get the worst part; I didn't think of a plan B in case I failed...

"You better pass, shitty rat, I'm not allowing you to fail." He said bluntly, driving his red gaze towards the opposite direction of mine. "You've been here every day, got hurt many times, cried, screamed... You gave your fucking all these months and you're going to fucking pass that shitty exam, you hear me? You have to believe in yourself because if you don't, who's going to do that? You're perfectly capable of getting what you want, (l/n)."

Katsuki's words left me completely speechless, I didn't know what to say or what to do. I couldn't stop staring at him and I swear I stopped breathing for a moment, unable to process the things he had said about me.

"B-Bakugou..."

As my lips drew his name, I walked towards him slowly and brought my tired arms around his neck, almost taking him by surprise if it weren't because of the noise the bottle of water made when I dropped it without noticing.

"O-Oi, what are yo-?"

"Thank you..." I said softly in his ear. "Thank you for everything you've done for me."

Katsuki's stiffness disappeared gradually, deciding to let me be this time.

"Stop saying that already, you're so fucking repetitive..." He laughed as he brought his right arm around my waist carefully.

I let out a short chuckle with him. "I think you're not aware of the way you've helped me yet. I felt so lost and so hopeless, you've released me from my old dead self... It was all thanks to you that I feel alive again." I admitted, my cheeks turning pink due to the next words I was about to pronounce. "You're my hero, Bakugou."

I embraced Katsuki tightly, not wanting him to see my burning face and also to enjoy a little more his irresistible touch.

The boy was silent, he didn't move or said a word since I started talking, but I was sure it must be because of all the sentimental situation I was making him being through into.

"Hey, (l/n)..." He muttered my name in a breath, almost inaudible.

"Yeah?" I answered with the same tone, without moving a muscle.

But I never received an answer.

"Nevermind."

Whatever the boy wanted to say, he decided it wasn't the moment to do so and I would respect his decision. I only hoped he wasn't planning on pushing me away from his warmth yet.

"Can we stay like this a little longer, please?" I asked, hoping he wouldn't mind, even if I've already destroyed his personal space for a long time to his comfort.

Katsuki hesitated for a moment, but at the end, he put his other arm around my waist and brought me closer to him, sighing tiredly before speaking again with an unusual sad tone.

"Don't get too used to this, little mouse."