Chapter 1: Sparks in the Shadows
The 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 hum of late afternoon chatter, students unwinding after a grueling day of training. Among them was Sally, the newest addition to the hero course, her presence as striking as the fiery wings she could summon with a mere thought. Born on February 16, 2010, this Black British Nigerian beauty had stumbled into their world—literally falling from the sky—only to be caught mid-air by the ever-heroic Deku. Now, weeks later, she was one of them, her hazel-nut caramel skin glowing under the fading light, her curvy frame accentuated by the tight black tank top and crimson leggings she wore, the fabric hugging her thick thighs and wide hips.
Sally’s big brown eyes, sharp and discerning, scanned the common room as she leaned against the counter, a small plate of fruit in hand. She was a paradox—an ambivert who thrived in the chaos of Class 1-A but cherished her quiet moments. Her dark, thick arched brows furrowed slightly as she popped a grape into her mouth, her full, two-toned lips curling into a subtle smirk at something Kirishima said across the room. Her small, round face lit up with a cheeky smile, chubby cheeks dimpling as she laughed, the sound rich and melodic.
Bakugo Katsuki watched her from the corner, his crimson eyes burning with an intensity that could ignite the very air. He lounged on the couch, arms crossed over his black skull-patterned t-shirt, his ripped jeans doing little to hide the raw power in his legs. His spiky ash-blond hair caught the last rays of sunlight, and his scowl was as fierce as ever—but beneath it simmered something deeper, something possessive. He’d fallen for Sally the moment he saw her wield her Phoenix-like quirk with a ferocity that rivaled his own. And now, after weeks of stolen glances and a confession that left his throat raw, she was his. Or so he thought.
‘Tch, look at these extras fawning over her,’ Bakugo muttered under his breath, his jaw tightening as Kaminari leaned closer to Sally, his electric grin wide as he cracked some dumb joke. Sally’s laughter rang out again, and Bakugo’s fists clenched. He didn’t like sharing—not her smile, not her attention, not a damn thing.
‘Yo, Sally, you’ve gotta tell me how you get those wings to flare up like that!’ Kaminari exclaimed, his yellow hoodie practically vibrating with his excitement. ‘It’s like watching a firework show, but hotter!’
Sally raised a brow, her sharp gaze pinning him with a mix of amusement and warning. ‘Careful, sparky, I don’t just flare up for show. You might get burned if you get too close.’ Her voice was smooth, accented with a British lilt that made every word sound like a challenge.
Kirishima, ever the peacemaker, chuckled from his spot on the floor, his red hair mussed from training. He wore a simple gray tank top, his muscular arms on display. ‘Man, she’s got you there, Kaminari. But seriously, Sally, your quirk is unreal. You and Bakugo should spar sometime—talk about an explosive match!’
Bakugo’s head snapped up at the mention of his name, his glare slicing through Kirishima. ‘Oi, shitty hair, don’t drag me into your dumb ideas. I don’t need to spar with anyone to prove I’m the best.’ His voice was a low growl, but his eyes flicked to Sally, lingering on the stretchmarks peeking out from the edge of her leggings—marks that only made her hotter in his mind.
Sally caught his stare, her smirk faltering for a split second before she tilted her head, her thick lips pursing. ‘What’s got you so riled up, Bakugo? You’ve been glaring holes into everyone since I walked in.’ Her tone was teasing, but there was an edge to it, a curiosity about the storm brewing in his gaze.
‘Tch, I ain’t riled up,’ he snapped, standing abruptly. His boots thudded against the floor as he stalked toward the door, pausing to shoot her a look that could melt steel. ‘Just sick of these idiots wasting your time. C’mon, we’re outta here.’
Sally blinked, setting her plate down with a clink. ‘Excuse me? I’m not done talking—’
‘Now, Sally,’ Bakugo barked, his voice low and commanding, though his eyes softened just enough to betray the hunger beneath. The room fell silent, the others exchanging wary glances. Deku, sitting quietly in the corner with a green hoodie and a notebook, opened his mouth to intervene, but a sharp look from Bakugo shut him down.
Sally’s jaw tightened, her strong personality bristling at the order, but something in his tone—something raw and urgent—made her follow. She wasn’t submissive, not by a long shot, but she was curious. Her sneakers scuffed the floor as she trailed him out of the dorms, the cool evening air hitting her skin as they stepped into the shadowed courtyard. The sky was a deep indigo now, stars just beginning to prick through, and the scent of grass and distant smoke from training grounds lingered.
Bakugo led her behind a cluster of trees, far from prying eyes, his hand gripping her wrist with a firmness that made her heart race—not entirely from fear. ‘What the hell is this about?’ she demanded, yanking her arm free and crossing it over her chest, her tank top straining against her curves. ‘You don’t get to drag me around like I’m some damn trophy.’
He turned on her, his smirk wicked and dangerous as he stepped closer, crowding her against the rough bark of a tree. ‘Oh, but you are a trophy, babe. My trophy. Look at you, all fiery and fierce, with that smooth dark skin I can’t stop thinkin’ about.’ His voice dropped to a husky whisper, his hands finding her hips, fingers digging into the softness there. ‘Those thick thighs, that perfect ass—damn, sugar, you’ve got no idea what you do to me.’
Sally’s breath hitched, her sharp eyes narrowing even as heat bloomed in her core. She wasn’t used to this side of him—hell, they’d only been together a few days. ‘Back off, Bakugo. I don’t know what game you’re playing, but I’m not some toy for you to—’
‘Game?’ he interrupted, his laugh rough as he slid a hand up to cup her cheek, thumb brushing over her thick lips. ‘This ain’t a game, sweetheart. I’m just showin’ you how much I want you. Every damn inch of you—those wide hips, those gorgeous boobs, that cute little belly. You’re a fuckin’ goddess, and I’m stronger than you, hotter than you, and I’m gonna make sure you know it.’
Her pulse thundered, a mix of anger and something dangerously close to desire warring within her. She pushed against his chest, her toned arms flexing, but he didn’t budge. ‘You don’t get to talk to me like that,’ she snapped, her voice trembling just enough to betray her nerves. ‘I’m not weak, and I’m not yours to control.’
Bakugo’s grin widened, his other hand slipping down to grip her thigh, pulling her closer until she could feel the hard heat of him through his jeans. ‘Oh, I know you’re strong, firebird. That Phoenix quirk of yours is sexy as hell. But I’m stronger, and right now, I want you on top of me, ridin’ me until you’re sweating and panting. I wanna see that wet, dripping heat of yours, babe.’
Sally’s eyes widened, a flush creeping up her neck as his words sank in, raw and unfiltered. Her body betrayed her with a shiver, but her mind screamed to fight. She wasn’t ready for this—not for the intensity, not for the way his touch made her skin burn. The tension hung thick, the air charged with unspoken need, as his hands roamed lower, teasing the edge of something explosive.
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