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Think: An Explosive Ending

My Hero Academia Fan Fiction by Agent ARK 88

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fan fiction using characters and settings from My Hero Academia/Boku no Hero Academia created by Kohei Horikoshi. I do not claim any ownership of characters present in this piece that are owned and created by Kohei Horikoshi. I do not own My Hero Academia/Boku no Hero Academia.

Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

Warnings: This work contains mild language, blood, and violence.

(Ending 1 of 8)

An Explosive Ending

You couldn’t move. You stared back at a Shigaraki possessed by All for One. In this form, he was beyond your worst nightmares. With a flick of his finger, he could disintegrate you. All your fears came rushing back. You quivered in fear.

“Out of the way,” All for One said. He lifted Shigaraki’s hand, and your chest tightened.

No. Please no. It was all you could do not to collapse to the ground, holding yourself. Please stop. Stop hurting people.

Shigaraki’s outstretched hand wavered. Your hands moved to your head, clutching your mind with your fingertips. You’d used your quirk without your control again. The words in your mind were being streamlined out.

“This can easily be remedied if you just stand aside. You’re wasting my time with such ridiculous pleas,” All for One said. He lifted Shigaraki’s hand again.

You shut your eyes, unable to move out of fear and your malfunctioning quirk. You trembled, resigning yourself to your fate.

An explosion rattled Gigantomachia. A ringing penetrated your ears, and heat washed through you. Wind rushed past you.

“I won’t let you touch her!” Bakugo bellowed. It was a miracle he was still standing. He’d gone unconscious several times since he’d been stabbed in the chest, yet here he was still protecting you. His arm came around you, and he ushered you back, barely standing on his own. “Go, Big Brain. This isn’t your fight. It’s that Damn Nerds’ and my responsibility.”

Bakugo suddenly coughed out blood, and you gasped.

“What are you talking about?! Neither you nor Deku can even stand up straight. How do you expect to stop him like this?” you asked.

“I expect to keep you safe, like I promised,” Katsuki said through clenched teeth. “Now, get out of here. You’re the last person I ever want to get injured,” he murmured.

“I haven’t even…” you trailed off. You hadn’t even gotten to fight Shigaraki. You were too scared to fight him. Just the sight of him dredged up the past. All for One’s presence in his body only made it worse. With Bakugo in front of you now, you realized an even more horrifying reality ahead of you.

“Go,” Bakugo snapped, staggering.

The nightmare. All those weeks, no months, ago you saw him disintegrate in your arms. You watched him turn to ash, felt Katsuki dissipate into the wind.

“Why won’t you just die?” Shigaraki asked. That was his voice, not All for One’s. Had he fought through? He raised his hand again. The air stilled. Spikes of red and black energy raced from his fingertips.

Bakugo shoved you behind him, raising his own palm. Your quirk fired, rushing around you and Katsuki as you realized his explosion wasn’t even going to go off. Was he out of sweat? Did he intend on sacrificing himself for you? The strands of energy pierced through your mind shield but only by a crack, unable to completely break through. You gritted your teeth, fighting through the mind-splitting migraine twisting through your temple.

Bakugo doubled over, another burst of blood coming from his lips. “No, dammit. I need to protect her. Stupid body.” He clutched at his chest. His eyes were shutting on their own.

Your eyes widened as you were struck from behind. You yelped out in pain. Shigaraki had missed everything important, but he had hit your shoulder. Your mind whipped out, taking the quirk energy between two different strands and snapping it. You tried not to look at the damage to your shoulder, but your glittering hero costume was already turning crimson.

You turned your gaze back on Katsuki, and rage lit up his expression. Explosions burst to life in his palms, as he observed the wound that had been inflicted on you while beside him.

“That Bastard will die for that,” he seethed.

“Katsuki, you can’t—”

Bakugo was gone before the next word came out of your mouth. You clutched at your dripping wound, watching in awe as Katsuki unloaded an onslaught of explosions the equivalent to the impact of fifty missiles. The Nomus headed up the hill were even struck by the impressive display, delaying their objective to retrieve their master.

A fog of harsh black and gray smoke clouded the area. Katsuki landed beside you, taking a knee to keep conscious and wheezing ferally beside you. Shigaraki emerged from the smoke, unharmed. His posture had changed again. All for One had taken back control.

“I’ve had just about enough of your interferences, Katsuki Bakugo.” All for One cracked his neck. “I will finish what my successor started.”

Bakugo continued to push you back as All for One got closer. Katsuki was practically falling into you. At this point, Katsuki didn’t even have the power to speak. All for One would kill him if he got his hands on him. All for One reached Shigaraki’s hand out to place it on Bakugo, and your quirk snapped.

Your quirk launched at the villain, hitting his hand with such force that it broke Shigaraki’s wrist. You screamed as you felt the strand of your mind decay from being touched. But, your self-survivalist quirk had already detached the strand so it wouldn’t destroy your mind along with it. Another part of your mind snapped over the shattered area in your brain. Pain resurfaced again. Bakugo grabbed for you. You shivered in his arms.

The Nomus finally made it up the hill, streaming past both of you with one task in mind. They grabbed Shigaraki, retreating. Katsuki moved from you to pursue him, but he didn’t make it far. He collapsed beside you. You weakly put out your hand to touch him, ensure that he was still alive. Then, you passed out.

…

When you woke up, Heart of Hearts informed you that days had passed. Still, you had been considered one of the luckier ones. Deku and Bakugo hadn’t woken up yet, both recovering from severe injuries.

You stayed by Katsuki’s side as long as they would let you. His entire chest was bandaged. There were hundreds of tiny wires and machines hooked up to him. You’d oftentimes bring him spicy food: chips, noodle cups, and chocolate. The pile was getting extensive beside his bed. You had even bought a small orange bear for him. You were holding the small stuffed animal in your lap now, watching Bakugo continue to sleep and wondering if his eyes would ever open.

“I’m sorry,” you said, clutching the bear closer to your chest. “If I wasn’t so scared to fight, maybe you’d already be awake.” You leaned forward, frowning. “You know that you don’t have to always protect me, right? I know I’m a mess, and I’m clumsy, but…” You teared up, waiting for his grouchy response, but he remained unconscious. “I don’t know what to do without you, Katsuki.” You sniffled, wiping your nose with the back of your hand.

You wondered what he’d say to you now, probably something about using a tissue, or he’d tell you to throw out all that junk food you’d bought him. You turned the orange bear around, holding it out and looking down at its unmoving content expression. Would he even like this?

You set the bear to the side, almost knocking over the other small gifts when you set him atop them. You placed your face in your hands, letting out the tears that seemed to stream endlessly these days. Inconsolable had been the best word to describe your demeanor. Without Katsuki, you felt so alone.

“Anna?”

You froze, fingers coming away from your face as if you’d heard a ghost. “Katsuki?”

Bakugo blinked at you, already shifting restlessly in his hospital bed. He winced, putting a hand to his chest when he tried to get up.

“D-Don’t move,” you stuttered out. “You’ve been in a coma. You were unconscious for weeks.”

Bakugo’s eyes widened. “Weeks?” he asked. He gritted his teeth.

You nodded your head, already blubbering again. You relentlessly wiped away the tears. “I was so scared you weren’t going to wake up,” you murmured. You leapt up from your chair, throwing your arms around him.

Katsuki grunted from the impact but managed to hold you all the same. “Don’t cry,” he grumbled, placing his hand softly on the back of your head. “I told you that I’ll always be there to protect you. I can’t really do that if I’m freaking dead, now can I?”

You shook your head no, trying to avoid pressing on any of his injuries. He stroked your hair, clicking his tongue. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, and you blushed. You didn’t dare pull away, in fear that you might lose him again.

Katsuki patiently waited until you stopped crying, then his hand paused atop your head. You felt him turn.

“What the hell is all that crap?” he asked.

You chuckled, nuzzling into him. “I might have gone a little overboard bringing you gifts.”

“A little is an understatement…” he trailed off, and you turned your gaze up to him.

“What?” you asked.

“The bear. What’s his name?”

You looked at him in confusion.

“You bought me a bear. Don’t tell me that you didn’t even give it a name.” He rolled his eyes, reaching his hand out toward it.

You took the hint and grabbed it, bringing it over to him. He took it, setting it beside him.

“Y-you like him?” you asked in surprise.

“Of course, I like him. You got him for me. Besides, at least he’s not crappy for my health. And, he’s my favorite color,” Bakugo said.

You wiggled your eyebrows mischievously, while thinking about giving the bear a name. You bounced up and down in place out of excitement. “What about Bakubear?”

“Hell no,” Katsuki snapped. “He needs a badass name.”

You put your finger to your chin. “What about Sidekick Explosion Murder Bear?”

“Now, that’s a name for a bear.” Bakugo squeezed the bear with one hand a little too hard. Its tiny body could hardly stand on its own.

You and Bakugo suddenly looked up at each other. His gaze softened.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” he said gently.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” you said back.

There was a long pause. Katsuki shifted again. His ears grew crimson in color. “I hope you know that I love you.”

Your eyes widened. You blushed just as hard, clearing your throat and finding it difficult to look back up at him. “I-I love you too.”

…Eight Years Later…

“Do we really have to stay the whole time?” Katsuki grumbled, loosening his bowtie for the fifth time that night. “I don’t want to sit here and lose to that Damn Nerd again.”

Your husband, Katsuki Bakugo, had been working so hard to achieve his dream of becoming the number one hero, but with Pro Heroes like Deku, it’s been sort of difficult for him to gain traction in his popularity. Overall, Katsuki had grown so much since the two of you graduated from U.A.. With a little PR training, he had started to treat his fans with a little less hostility, but you always felt like it was a part of his charm.

“I’ve got a good feeling about this one,” you said, leaning forward in your chair. You were being honest. Recently, Katsuki’s ratings had skyrocketed. The two of you had been out on patrol more often together, and you were able to keep him pretty calm around his fans. Meanwhile, he had also made some major breakthroughs with villain arrests. His entire sector had been crime free for weeks now.

Katsuki’s eyes scanned you over. You were wearing a long orange sparkly dress in support of him for the hero rankings today. His mother had graciously allowed you to wear one of her designs. Unfortunately, it was a little too suggestive for your liking. There was a rather large slit up the side and the back was exposed. You were trying to be very careful with how you sat, but your leg kept slipping out of the fold. You fixed the fabric again, and Katsuki’s hand fell onto yours.

“Anna, you look stunning. You don’t need to be so self-conscious,” he murmured under his breath.

You gulped, trying to hide your flushed cheeks from him. “Thank you. It’s a little too revealing in my opinion, but I’m thankful that I could wear something so fancy for the occasion. It was nice of your mom to let me borrow it.”

Katsuki sighed. “Can’t believe you went to her for an outfit. Makes me think you don’t like when I surprise you.” He crossed his arms, staring up at the stage. They were droning on and on about what the Pro Heroes had been able to accomplish, and some speeches were going on far longer than they should have been. Katsuki had checked out by the sixth person called.

“It’s an honor to be invited at least,” you said, shrugging and staring at his bored expression. “At least you know you made it in the top ten.” You were trying your best to stay positive. He deserved to be at the top. He shouldn’t always be so hard on himself.

Katsuki shrugged, gazing back at you. “I’d much rather spend this time off of patrol with you… alone… at the house…” He smirked at you, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

You rolled your eyes at him, blushing. “Sure, I’d rather be cuddling up and watching a movie than here too, but you have to be a little excited to find out the results.”

“What does it matter?” He put his head down on the table over his arm. He reached out and held your hand with his free one. “I’m always second anyway. Come on. We can slip out unnoticed if we go now.”

“You’re not going to go to the stage? Won’t that mess up the ceremony?”

Katsuki clicked his tongue. “Like I care if I mess up some stuffy ceremony.”

Your gaze shifted, and you caught sight of Deku making his way up to the stage. Wait, what number had they called?

“Come on. Let’s play hooky together,” Katsuki said.

“Wait…” you said, attention shifting up to the front.

“…and the number one Pro Hero this year is Katsuki Bakugo!” the announcer bellowed.

Your eyes widened, and you jumped up in excitement. Katsuki stared at you in confusion. He mustn’t have even heard the announcement. You gripped his arm, and his eyebrows furrowed.

“You did it, Katsuki.” You pulled him up from his chair, pressing a kiss to his cheek and encouraging him to go to the stage.

He was still confused even as the rest of the room was cheering him on.

“The hell?” he asked.

“You’re number one, Katsuki,” you said, grinning.

“Congratulations, Bakubro. Better get to the stage before someone else swoops in and takes your spot,” Red Riot said, clapping his old pal on the back.

“I did it?” Katsuki asked incredulously. He started to put together what had actually happened. Then, he put on a smirk. “Of course, I did it. Those damn Extras don’t have anything on me.”

Your smile wavered as your husband made his way to the stage. You hoped for his ranking’s sake that he would keep to the PR script, but you really wanted him to just be himself and enjoy the moment. Regardless, his speech would most likely have his explosive flare to it. He’d worked so hard, and you were so proud. You were sure his PR team members were already wringing their hands in worry backstage.

Katsuki took the mic with a sardonic grin. The room grew quiet as he was about to speak. “It’s about time,” he started. He cleared his throat, looking at you in the crowd. “I’d like to start out by thanking you for the support you’ve given me and my agency. I wouldn’t be standing here today without you…”

Well, at least he remembered his script, but it didn’t really feel authentically him.

“…Anna. My beautiful, thoughtful, and intelligent wife is the reason I’m standing here in front of all of you, today. Without her getting me through these boring ass functions, I would never have been standing here.” He gestured out to you in the crowd, and you swore your glasses were fogging up from heated embarrassment. Now, it was definitely more on brand for him, unpredictable and outspoken. Katsuki chuckled. “Can’t say that I didn’t know it would happen eventually. I knew I’d be number one.”

Katsuki tossed the mic behind him, and the host looked shocked and confused. Katsuki then proceeded to give Deku the middle finger, sticking his tongue out at him. Deku simply gave him an awkward smile, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. Katsuki made a beeline for where you were standing, wading through the astonished crowd. When Katsuki reached you, he gave you a long breathtaking kiss. You blinked up at him in a daze.

“That was certainly a speech,” you said. “I’m not sure PR would approve.”

“There’s only one person I’ve got to worry about for approval, and it sure as hell aren’t those nerds. I didn’t get to be number one by doing what the PR team wanted me to do.” He stroked your cheek with his thumb. His gaze softened. “Now, let’s go home. I’ve got a whole year to celebrate my victory, and I don’t intend to spend it in this monkey suit around these Extras.”

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