Chapter 1: Sparks in the Shadows
The late afternoon sun dipped low over the sprawling campus of U.A. High, casting long golden streaks across the dormitories of Class 1-A. The air buzzed with the faint hum of cicadas, a lazy warmth settling over the grounds as students unwound after a grueling day of training. Sally, the newest addition to the class, stood near the common room window, her radiant hazelnut-caramel skin glowing under the fading light. Her dark, thick-arched brows furrowed slightly as she stared out at the manicured lawns, her big brown eyes sharp and contemplative. Dressed in a fitted black tank top with subtle silver threading and high-waisted navy shorts that hugged her curvy frame, she exuded a quiet strength, her muscular yet softly rounded physique a testament to her relentless training with her Phoenix-like Quirk.
Her thick, two-toned lips parted in a small sigh as she adjusted her stance, the stretch marks on her wide hips catching the light faintly beneath the fabric. Sally’s small, round face softened when she smiled to herself, her chubby cheeks lifting as she thought about the whirlwind of the past few weeks. From falling into this strange hero-filled world to being saved mid-air by the earnest green-haired Deku, to now standing as an official student among these powerful peers—it was a lot. And then there was Bakugo. The explosive, brash blond who had somehow carved a space in her heart in just days, though his intensity often left her reeling.
Inside the common room, the atmosphere was lively. Deku, in his signature green tracksuit with white accents, was animatedly discussing a new hero tactic with Uraraka, whose pink and black hoodie matched her bubbly energy. Todoroki sat nearby, his mismatched eyes scanning a textbook, his red-and-white hair stark against his crisp white shirt and gray slacks. Kirishima, sporting a red tank top that showed off his muscular arms, laughed loudly at something Denki said, the latter’s yellow jacket with black lightning bolts practically vibrating with his chaotic energy.
Sally turned from the window, her dark curls bouncing lightly as she crossed her arms, her presence commanding yet approachable. ‘Oi, Sally, you gonna stand there daydreamin’ all day or join us?’ Kirishima called out, his sharp-toothed grin wide and inviting.
She smirked, her voice carrying a smooth British lilt with a hint of Nigerian warmth. ‘Just taking a breather, mate. You lot are a bit much sometimes, yeah?’ Her tone was playful, but her eyes darted briefly to the doorway where Bakugo had just stormed in, his crimson gaze locking onto her like a predator spotting prey. He wore a tight black t-shirt with orange flame decals that clung to his chiseled torso, paired with loose cargo pants in dark gray, his combat boots scuffing the floor with each aggressive step.
‘Tch, you’re always runnin’ that mouth with these extras,’ Bakugo growled, his voice low and gravelly as he approached, ignoring the rest of the room. His spiky blond hair seemed to bristle with his irritation, and his hands were shoved deep into his pockets, though his posture screamed barely contained energy. ‘What’s so damn interesting about talkin’ to these idiots?’
Sally raised a brow, unfazed by his tone, her full lips curling into a challenging smile. ‘They’re my mates, Bakugo. What, I can’t chat without you blowin’ a fuse? You’re actin’ like I’m plottin’ a heist or somethin’.’ Her words were sharp, her stance firm, though a flicker of uncertainty danced in her eyes. She’d only been with him a few days, and his overbearing nature was still a puzzle she hadn’t cracked.
Deku glanced over, his freckled face creasing with concern. ‘Kacchan, ease up a bit. Sally’s just getting to know everyone. We’re all a team here.’ His voice was earnest, his green eyes pleading for peace, but Bakugo shot him a withering glare.
‘Mind your damn business, nerd,’ Bakugo snapped, his attention snapping back to Sally. ‘I ain’t sharin’ what’s mine with anyone, got it?’ His words were possessive, a dangerous edge to them that made Sally’s stomach twist, though she refused to back down.
‘Yours? I ain’t a bloody trophy, Bakugo. I talk to who I want,’ she fired back, her voice steady despite the heat rising in her cheeks. Her hands dropped to her hips, accentuating their width, and Bakugo’s eyes darkened, a smirk tugging at his lips as he stepped closer, the scent of his sweat and faint nitroglycerin lingering in the air between them.
‘Keep talkin’ like that, and I’ll show ya just how much you belong to me,’ he muttered, his voice dropping to a husky whisper that sent an involuntary shiver down her spine. The room seemed to fade as the tension crackled, the others exchanging uneasy glances but staying out of the brewing storm.
As the evening deepened, the dorms quieted, the sky outside turning a bruised shade of purple. Sally had retreated to her room briefly, needing a moment to herself, her introverted side craving solitude. She sat on her bed, her fingers tracing the intricate red and gold patterns of her duvet, her mind racing. Bakugo’s words echoed in her head, unsettling yet oddly thrilling. She shook it off, slipping into a lightweight teal hoodie over her tank top, the color vibrant against her dark skin, and a pair of black leggings that clung to her thick thighs.
A sudden, sharp knock jolted her. Before she could respond, the door creaked open, and Bakugo stood there, his expression unreadable but his eyes burning with intent. ‘Get up. We’re goin’ somewhere,’ he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Sally’s brows knitted, her instincts flaring with caution. ‘Where? It’s late, Bakugo. I ain’t in the mood for games.’ Her voice was firm, but her heart thudded as he stepped inside, closing the door with a deliberate click.
‘Ain’t a game, sweetheart,’ he said, his voice softer now, dripping with something dangerous and enticing. He moved closer, his calloused hands reaching out to grip her waist, pulling her against him with a force that made her gasp. ‘Just you and me, babe. No one else to stick their noses in.’
Her breath hitched, her hands pressing against his chest to create space, though his strength was unyielding. ‘Bakugo, what’re you on about? Let go—’ Her words cut off as his lips crashed against hers, hungry and demanding, his hands roaming down to grip her thick thighs, squeezing with a possessive growl.
‘Damn, sugar, look at you. All this smooth, dark skin, these curves drivin’ me insane,’ he rasped against her ear, his breath hot as his fingers dug into her ass, pulling her closer. ‘Those wide hips, these thighs—fuck, doll, you’re a goddamn masterpiece. And don’t get me started on that cute face when you’re all flustered like this.’
Sally’s mind spun, her body betraying her with a rush of heat even as panic clawed at her chest. ‘Bakugo, stop. I’m not— I don’t want this right now,’ she protested, her voice trembling but resolute, pushing against him with all her might. Her Quirk flared instinctively, a faint shimmer of fiery energy rippling around her, but Bakugo’s raw power dwarfed hers, his smirk widening as he pinned her against the wall.
‘Tch, you’re strong, babe, I’ll give ya that. But I’m stronger, and you know it, don’t ya, honey?’ he teased, his voice a low growl as his hands slid under her hoodie, tracing the soft curve of her lower belly, his touch igniting a fire she fought to ignore. ‘Just relax, gorgeous. Let me show ya how much I’ve been cravin’ this.’
Her heart raced, torn between fear and the undeniable pull of his intensity, her body trembling as his hands roamed higher, his words a seductive poison in her ear. The room seemed to close in, the air thick with tension, her protests growing weaker as his touch became bolder, leading them toward a precipice she wasn’t sure she could escape.
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