Author's Note: Hello! A few warnings, explanations, and small notes you may want to know before starting to read this! This story currently has 31+ chapters prepared, almost all at a minimum of 10,000 words each. So, if you like long stories that carry on over time and get excited for the occasional email letting you know there's a new chapter, like me- you're in luck!

Warnings: Psychological trauma caused by rape (the rape itself is not described, but is referenced), sexual content, violence, bullying, drug use, explicit language… I think that covers it? If anyone sees something that warrants a trigger warning, let me know, and I'll add it. This story gets dark, but there is a fair amount of humor, so it's not all angst. It's a pretty good mix, in my opinion.

There's not actual sex scenes until about chapters 20+, I think. So, if that's what you're here for (I understand) you can skip on over to that when I get those chapters up, or you can stick around and enjoy the wonderful sexual tension in the earlier chapters.

*Also*, this story ended up being my way of venting about how people in general handle human trafficking, rape, abuse, those sorts of things. It's NOT specific to Japan, and in fact, some of the issues I talk about aren't huge problems in Japan (from what I could tell in my research, at least), but they are issues in different countries, like the US. Also, when I have someone from a particular label/identity/group do something bad or fucked up, I'm not labeling that entire group as bad. That human just happened to be shitty and happened to have that label as part of their identity.

Notable changes from original source: I have not read the manga. As of right now (writing this fanfic), I'm caught up with the anime, which is currently at 3 seasons. I also changed UA High School to UA University. In my brain, it just makes more sense, and is sooooooooo much easier to write than High School. Writing 14 and 16 year olds was too weird, when I tried to stay closer to canon. All the characters in this are 18+. In terms of timeline, it roughly leaves off from where the 3rd season ended, with the major events in tact but squished into a college fall term.

Most of this story centers around the H.T.S., which, for a little backstory (I explain more in the story) is an agency that the Japanese Government created 12 years earlier (I made it up, just for clarification) in order to combat the rise in human trafficking and related crimes. They're a relatively small agency with limited resources for what they're tasked to do. Because of quirks, the human trafficking industry has sky rocketed and the black market was flooded with people, for the purpose of trafficking people with ideal or sought after quirks. They commonly work with other organizations and government agencies.

You'll learn more changes throughout the story. I've changed the sexual orientations of some characters, added my own twists here and there, and added in some stereotypical college themes.

I hope you guys enjoy it, despite all the darkness (or because of it!)! Let me know what you think in a review, or if you just want to follow/fave, that's okay, too! Whatever you decide, have a nice day, and thank you for checking out my story!

Summary: Yurei Kasai transfers to UA College after an incident at her last school. Born with two powerful quirks, Yurei has to deal with the pressure of people making assumptions of her and expecting impossible things. She wants to save the most vulnerable people in society and make the world a better place, but sometimes, that requires making people a little uncomfortable. Bakugouxoc, katsukixoc.

Chapter 1

Introductions

Day 1, Sunday, 2:30 PM

Her cheeks were red.

Her mother wouldn't stop squishing her face with her hands and crying.

Yurei, her mother, and father stood in her new dorm room.

For the most part, the room was bare. Her mother got her a few new fun things for the new dorm, including a fuzzy lamp, a comforter covered in sunflowers, and some small lights to hang with her photos on the wall. One of the few things she brought from her old dorm were the photos of her as a teenager with various heroes in America and Japan. A few of the photos were signed hero headshots.

Everything else from her old dorm was given away or sold. All of it had a memory with Ikari, and hurt too much.

While her mother squished her face and cried, saying how she didn't want to leave her little girl again, her father was stoic. He was looking at the photo wall, only occasionally looking their way.

UA was his first college choice for her. This isn't how he wanted her to end up here, but he did comment that maybe this was "an opportunity to restart your career right."

He was trying to be positive.

"Is the yoga mat okay? Is there anything else you need? More clothes?" Her mother asked.

"No, I'm fine, mom. Everything is going to be fine. I just won't use my second quirk for a while." Yurei said, and her mother's mouth set into a stern frown.

"Don't underestimate that quirk. It's gotten me out of a lot of bad situations, and the doctors confirmed that it doesn't cause any brain damage to people. What Ikari did was his fault, not yours." Her mother insisted.

"If you need any help, Mirio is close by. He's just two dorm buildings away." Her father added.

"See? I'll be fine. No one will mess with Mirio's cousin. They'd get wrecked by him." Yurei said, and her mother narrowed her watery eyes, going for Yurei's cheek again.

"I know you're nervous, sweetie. You don't have to start school again so soon." Her mother reminded her.

"We should get going." Her father said, and nodded to the door.

"My baby girl!" Her mom exclaimed, and pulled Yurei in for another hug, crying into her hair.

After another hour, her parents finally left. Her father gave her a nod of his head, experience telling him to keep his distance, and put an arm around his wife as they left.

As soon as they were gone, two girls emerged by the door, carrying smiles and small waves. One of them was a bit plump, with shoulder length hair and dark eyes, while the other was smaller, with a frog like demeanor.

"Hi there, neighbor. My name is Ochaco." Ochaco, the larger one introduced with a wave.

"And I'm Tsu." The other introduced.

"My name is Yurei." Yurei said with a smile.

1.

Day 1, 5:30 PM

As Tsu and Ochaco gave her a tour, they also introduced her to a lot of the people in their dorm.

Since Yurei was joining the school right before the second term, most of their dorm had already gotten to know each other. At least, they knew their faces, and formed their small groups.

Most of them were friendly enough. Their building was split in two: half was for boys, the other half girls, and the first floor was co-ed. There was a lot of mixing on the first floor.

"So what's your quirk?" A guy, Eijirou, asked from one of the couches filled with students. He had a tuft of red hair and charismatic smile.

The people around him listened aptly, waiting for her answer.

"I can go through things." Yurei said simply.

"Eh? You can phase through stuff?!" A green-haired boy exclaimed.

"Yeah. It's a more calm version of Mirio's quirk. He's my cousin." Yurei said, and got an expected round of surprised gasps.

"He's your cousin!?"

She nodded along, answering their questions.

2.

Day 2, Monday, 8:50 AM

Yurei sat in the middle of her first class, next to Uraraka and Tsu. It was a large lecture hall.

She had another ten minutes until it started.

As the room started filling up, there was a boy that sat directly in front of her. His hair was a messy blond, going up in every direction and unkempt. He was majorly depressed, anxious, and high strung. His emotional vibes were ridiculously powerful, irritating and distracting her. His emotions were loud.

At her old school, and even high school, feeling the occasional overly stressed teenager wasn't unusual. This kid, though- he was ready to explode. Big time.

"They let you back in class, shit head?" Eijirou spoke as he took a seat next to the blond. All she could see of him was that mass of blonde hair.

"Fuck off and die. It was only a few days." The blonde spat angrily.

"Bakugou!" Ochaco said in a loud, chipper voice, causing him to turn around.

Oh, shit, that guy. He's been in the news a lot.

His cold red eyes locked with her dark ones, sending her a glare, and she glared back.

"This is Yurei! She's new here. Yurei, Bakugou, Bakugou, Yurei!" Ochaco introduced cheerily.

"Yo." Yurei said with a peace sign.

"She's Mirio's cousin. She's probably pretty strong." Eijirou said, and Bakugou's eye twitched as his glare hardened.

He was in so much pain.

"It doesn't matter how strong you are, I'll kick your ass in a fight." Bakugou seethed.

"She just transferred here, Bakugou, be nice!" Ochaco said, and then whispered to Yurei, "He's never nice, avoid him when you can."

"What other classes are you signed up for, Yurei?" Eijirou asked casually.

"This class, Hero History in Japan, Psychology of Victims, and General Physical Training II. I'm planning to join my dad's division in taking down human trafficking rings once I graduate, so I'll be taking a lot of classes in psychology." Yurei answered.

"Aw, I only have this and training with you. Aren't you taking all those classes, Katsuki?" Eijirou asked, and Bakugou glared at him.

"You're taking Psychology of Victims?" Tsu giggled at Bakugou, who turned his glare to her.

The room quieted, and they all looked to Aizawa, their instructor.

3.

Day 2, Monday, 12:50 PM

As she showed up to her psychology class, which was much smaller than the lecture hall, she paused by the doorway, out of the way.

… she didn't know anyone here.

All of them seemed to be paired or grouped up.

When she went to Eikikou University, she had her best friend to cling and chat with. They went everywhere together; signed up for the same classes, had the same friends, had the same hobbies… she was never alone.

"Yurei!" Someone spoke as they walked in, flashing her a friendly grin. Their tuft of green hair looked familiar.

"I'm sorry, what's your name again?" Yurei asked.

"MOVE IT, DEKU!" a voice shouted behind him, causing them to jump as the green-haired boy was shoved out of the way.

Bakugou sent them both a cold glare.

His depression was overwhelming. She could sense him from down the hall.

"S-sorry Ka-chan!"

"Hn." Bakugou grunted, and strode across the room to a seat, where he lounged cockily. He leaned back, putting his feet on the table, and shoved his backpack into the chair next to him.

"All of my classes are with him, apparently." Yurei said awkwardly.

"Where were you going to sit?" Deku asked with a smile, and offered to sit with her.

4.

Day 2, Monday, 7:00 PM

That night, she ate alone in her room.

Cup noodles.

She didn't feel like leaving.

She sat on her bed, with the main light off, and fuzzy new lamp on. Her noodles tasted fine. Temperature, fine.

Even after what he did, she missed him.

They grew up together.

They were practically twins. The longest they had been apart was when she studied abroad in America for a few months.

She had a lot of surgeries to fix what he did.

Some parts of her would never be the same.

5.

Day 2, Monday, 11:00 PM

That night, Katsuki grunted in the laundry room, glaring at his basket.

There were other people there. When they realized who he was, they scattered like ants. He went to the nearest open washing machine, shoved his clothes in, and then angrily threw a tide pod in there. He slammed the door shut and started it.

He pulled out his phone as he went to the sitting area, plopping down on the couch, and propped his feet up on the table. Ten new messages from his mom, most of which were either telling him to talk to her more, or telling him to "not fuck up this time." As someone new approached the laundry room, he looked up, and glared at them.

New girl.

She was frail looking, with long dark hair with light blue tips. She had changed from jeans to pajamas, which were covered in penguins. She ignored him, going to another vacant washer, and casually put her clothes inside. He was slightly intrigued as to why she hadn't run off yet. Maybe she didn't see him. Maybe she hadn't learned to be afraid of him yet.

He tried to analyze her for fighting capabilities. She lacked muscle and grace in her movements, so she probably wasn't a close range fighter, like Mirio. She was awkward and slow. She looked at him, giving him a bored expression, and walked over to the other side of the couch. Like him, she pulled out her phone, and started playing Tetris.

He turned his attention back to his own phone. Weird Hair had the same annoying vibe as Todoroki.

She'd learn soon enough.

Just like Deku. He thought with a glare.

6.

Day 3, Tuesday, 5:50 AM

The cold morning air nipped at Yurei's prickling arms.

She hated the cold. She hated early classes, and she wasn't in very good shape, especially compared to some of her classmates. As she quietly finished her coffee on the sidelines, near her similarly complaining female colleagues, some of their male colleagues were stretching across the running tracks.

Eijirou was one of them; shirtless and ripped, he jested with a few other ripped shirtless students. They were showing off to the girls, unsurprisingly, and Yurei found mild amusement in their antics. Most of the other guys, including the less muscular ones, shivered and hopped from one foot to another, wearing their full pants and jacket combo.

"At least we start out the day with some eye candy." Mina, one of the other girls, giggled and whispered.

"Why the fuck are you assholes shirtless?" Bakugou barked as he approached them, sending glares to the other eighteen year olds.

"Because we're men!" Eijirou yelled, and the others nodded along.

"You're all morons." Bakugou said with a roll of his eyes.

"Young heroes! Gather 'round!" Someone announced, presumably the teacher, and she looked over to see All Might walking closer to them. He was in his smaller form.

Yurei's cheeks heated up, meeting one of her idols for the second time now. All Might was going to be her teacher.

She quickly finished her coffee and tossed her cup into the garbage bin.

The cup missed, falling to the ground. She sunk her feet into the ground and quickly glided to the cup, put it in the bin, and then glided over to All Might. She stood tall, shoulders back, and hands behind her. She stood between Mina and Tsu with a big grin on her face.

"You're Kasai, right? I worked briefly with your father a few years ago. He's a good man." All Might said.

"I'm planning to work in his department after I graduate. They've had a lot of trouble finding heroes to work with them, and they need the best." Yurei told him.

"That will be a difficult position. Based on what I've heard, I have no doubt that you'll do great." All Might said with a smile, and then addressed the class to go over their course for the term.

7.

Day 3, Tuesday, 10:00 AM

Yurei quietly sipped her coffee, exhausted and trying to not fall asleep. Even though it was the first day, they still did a lot of exercise. She would be sore tomorrow.

She lounged towards the back of the room, among the hundreds of students, slouched and tired. Her notebook was open and ready, her pen next to it, and coffee by her lips. Then, of course, he sat down in front of her.

He didn't seem to notice her, just going for a spot that wasn't directly next to anyone. She had sat here for that same reason.

He was so fucking angsty. His emotions were loud, like a car stereo blasting Norwegian screamo death metal. Distracting. Overwhelming.

Stupid blonde hair. She was beginning to hate the mere sight of him.

"Bakugou! How was your break?" A new guy, with shoulder length dark hair, asked as he sat down. Then, noticing Yurei, he ignored Bakugou and turned in his seat to address her.

He was very attracted to her.

"Hey, are you new here?" They asked.

"Yeah, just transferred here. My name is Yurei." Yurei replied kindly.

"Oh! You were in our class this morning!" He said as he smacked Bakugou's arm. Bakugou sent him a side glare. "Sorry for not introducing myself then. I'm not a morning person, so I was a bit out of it. My name is Hanta. Nice to meet you, Yurei."

"Nice to meet you, too, Hanta." Yurei said, and was slightly disappointed when he climbed over his seat to sit next to her.

"So where did you transfer from?" Hanta asked, leaning closer.

8.

Day 3, Tuesday, 1:00 PM

Early that afternoon, she started her training for work at one of the three school gyms. As she got there, she locked eyes with her cousin, whose entire face lit up.

"Yurei!" Mirio shouted, ran from the person he'd been spotting, and tackled her in a hug.

9.

Day 3, Tuesday, 10:00 PM

On her way back to her dorm, she could sense Bakugou from all the way outside. She groaned softly, tired, and slid her card into the card reader.

It glowed red, and when she pulled on the door, wouldn't budge.

She swiped it a few more times, and finally, it turned green.

When she got inside, she looked to the left, finding the main lobby absolutely packed full of people. Over twenty people were crammed together on the couch and floor, wearing pajamas, silly slippers, and blankets. Some of them were cuddled together, others awkwardly glowering at the screen, and bowls of popcorn were being passed around.

Upon noticing her, the group pointed and screamed in alarm. Then, the boys started laughing, and some of the girls started hitting them. There were screams and chainsaw sounds coming from the large TV.

"Come join us, Yurei!" Ochaco invited.

"I'm tired from work, thanks though." Yurei said with a friendly wave, and continued on her way to her room. As she reached her room, her phone rang, and she answered it as she unlocked her door.

"Yurei! How was school today?!" Her mother yelled into the phone. Yurei pushed the door open with her shoulder, and turned the light on.

"It was long. I started work today." Yurei said, and shut the door with her foot. Her bed looked so inviting and comfy.

"How did that go?"

"It went well. Mirio was there. He talked me up with the staff. Everyone has been super nice." Yurei said.

"Oh, that is such a relief! I'm so happy for you! Mirio is such a good boy." Her mother said. Too tired to take her shoes off, she phased her clothes off, and went to her dresser for pajamas. "What about that one boy? Bakugou? I did some research into him, and I want you to keep your distance from him. He's violent."

"We have the same class schedule. I can't avoid him, but I'm pretty sure that I can avoid getting in his way. I told one of the counselors about him between classes today, so hopefully they can get him help." Yurei said.

"Be careful around him. I don't want a repeat of Ikari to happen. You need to be careful." Her mother said.

Yurei momentarily froze, standing naked in her room, and tried not to look at her new scars.

"I know, mom." Yurei said.

After a while longer of chatting, she hung up, and finally got dressed.

She went straight to sleep.

10.

Day 4, Wednesday, 2:00 AM

In the late hours of the night, she awoke with a start.

Someone was terrified.

Yurei sat up, groaning at the sore muscles, and rubbed her face awake. Cold air met her bare skin, and she pulled the blanket tighter to her, frowning.

One of her neighbors needed help.

She jumped out of bed, grabbed a jacket, and glided through her door, into the hallway. As she did, she sensed that someone else was terrified, and her fuzzy mind struggled with that.

She narrowed her eyes.

Two different girls, across the hall from each other, were scared for their lives. Then, a scream came from her right.

She peaked her head through the door, concerned, and saw that Ochaco was sitting up on her bed, gasping for breath.

Nightmare.

Yurei furrowed her eyebrows, pulling her head out, and looked around her.

The scary movie. She realized.

"Fucking morons." Yurei muttered, and glided back to her room. To her disappointment, they kept her up all night with their nightmares.

11.

Day 4, Wednesday, 8:50 AM

Yurei got to class early again, this time, not bothering to change out of pajamas. In fairness, a lot of students wore pajamas to their morning classes, too.

As she sipped her coffee, Tsu and Ochaco chatted about something, and she ignored them. They kept her up all fucking night with their nightmares, so she was irritable and tired; but she couldn't tell them that, since she wanted to keep her emotions quirk secret as long as possible.

"Did you get much sleep last night, Yurei? You look tired, too." Ochaco commented.

"Yeah. Still getting used to sleeping here." Yurei said, and took another sip of her hot beverage.

"We didn't get any sleep because of the scary movie we watched. I can't believe Mina lost." Ochaco said with a frown.

"You know why she lost." Tsu said, and Ochaco's shoulders fell.

"What did she lose?" Yurei asked.

"Drinking contest. The first person to jug a gallon of water chooses movies for a week. Hanta won." Ochaco said.

"Because Mina knew they would pick scary movies and it would give her a reason to hold Eijirou. Any cute guy from class, really. She'd even settle for Bakugou." Tsu explained.

"In fairness, he's a jerk, but he is attractive- he is one of the strongest heroes in our class." Ochaco defended.

"He's still terrifying. I can't imagine anyone wanting to kiss something like that." Tsu said while sticking out her tongue in disgust.

"If he was like, asleep and would never find out… maybe. Even then it would be terrifying, like kissing a shark or flesh eating insect that might kill me at any moment." Ochaco admitted.

"I know who you'd rather kiss." Tsu said, and Ochaco started waving her hands in front of her with a heavy blush.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Ochaco practically yelled.

Yurei grunted when she felt the familiar cloud of angst get closer to the room. Just talk to a fucking therapist. She thought angrily, and watched him enter the room. Their eyes briefly locked, and she turned her attention to her notebook.

Hopefully he wouldn't read into that.

He returned to his spot, directly in front of her, and she repressed a tired sigh.

"Hey Tsu, Ochaco, Yurei! How's it going?" Eijirou greeted as he stood next to Bakugou, ignoring him.

"We didn't get any sleep last night because of the movie." Ochaco said, and Eijirou started to laugh.

"Then you're not going to get anymore sleep tonight, because we're watching Friday the 13th!" Eijirou announced.

"Oh come on!" Both girls whined, and Eijirou went back to laughing.

"Are you joining us, Yurei? It'll be fun!" Eijirou said.

"Nah, I've got work today, and then I need to do homework tonight." Yurei replied.

"Where are you working?" Eijirou asked.

"Over at the weight lifting gym. I'll be running the front desk, managing schedules and answering questions and stuff." Yurei answered.

"Oh, cool. Do you get to work out while you're working at all?" Eijirou asked.

"Not really. I heard that I'll be able to on slow days, like during finals and stuff, though." Yurei replied.

12.

Day 4, Wednesday, 4:00 PM

About an hour into her shift, she was mildly surprised to see Eijirou and some of his friends enter the gym. Most of them were well toned, and wore showy muscle shirts.

Eijirou smiled and waved to her, and the small group moved towards her desk. She smiled back.

"Hey, Yurei, how's work going?" Eijirou asked, and leaned against the counter around her desk.

"It's going pretty good, just doing paperwork. How are you?" Yurei asked politely.

"I'm doing great. Just about to do a workout." Eijirou said as he not-so-subtly showed off his muscled arms, and was about to introduce his friends, when he noticed Bakugou walk in the front door. He was dressed in sweat pants and loose hoodie, with ear buds in his ears and disinterested look on his face. "Hey, Bakugou!"

Bakugou glanced over at the smiling red head, briefly paused, but then kept walking, ignoring him.

"Whatever, I'll see him inside." Eijirou dismissed with a small wave, and started to introduce his friends.

12.

Day 4, Wednesday, 7:00 PM

Bakugou felt relaxed as he left a few hours later.

He worked out, showered, and changed into clean clothes. He vented his frustrations into the exercise equipment. He punched the shit out of that punching bag.

A shiver wracked his body as he walked, and he slouched over slightly, only having his hoodie to protect him from the cold. His hair was still wet, causing an extra chill to travel down his spine.

He hurried his pace to the dorms, ready for the dumb movie night to be over, and glared when he saw someone standing outside the dorms. They were male, a few inches taller than him with a muscular build, and shaggy dark hair. Their eyes were a striking green, and when they met Bakugou's fiery red eyes, he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

"I'm supposed to meet someone here. Could you help me out?" They asked with an awkward grin, and gestured to the door.

"No. Fuck off." Bakugou barked, and the man stiffened at his words.

"I would really appreciate if you let me inside." He said.

"I would appreciate if you got the hell out of my eyesight before I kick your dumb ass into the stone age." Bakugou snapped.

That awkwardness disappeared, replaced by anger.

Bakugou smirked. He was suspended for a few days last term for picking a fight with Deku, but this asshole was trying to break into the dorms. He officially had a good reason to beat the living hell out of this guy.

Spikes protruded from the asshole's skin, those green eyes narrowing in a glare.

"I think you should let me in, friend." Weird Eyes said.

Bakugou tossed his bag next to the door, unabashedly smirking, and hishands sparked in delicious anticipation.

He loved having reasons to kill people.

13.

Day 4, Wednesday, 7:30 PM

When Yurei was talking to someone, she heard explosions somewhere on campus.

Everyone in the building paused and looked out the giant windows. Above the trees, they could see explosions going off and smoke pillars.

"What the hell is that?" Yurei wondered, and looked up when she saw the student in front of her dart out of the building and run off in a sprint.

Another explosion.

The ground rumbled slightly. The explosions seemed to be getting closer.

She stood and looked around, finding that the other people in the gym were similarly stopping and getting closer to the windows, trying to figure out what was going on.

Then, something flew at the windows. She activated her quirk, making all of the shattering glass move through her, and across the room, saw a blur of darkness encase the entire group, hopefully protecting them.

A strangled cry came out.

A whimpering sound.

When Yurei locked eyes with the person on the ground, who had smashed through the window, her eyes widened.

She froze in place.

Muscles tensing.

She forgot how to breathe.

"Oi! Don't crawl away from me, you piece of shit! I'm not done murdering you!" A voice bellowed towards the main door. Bakugou stepped into the room, his eyes wild and crazed, with a deranged grin tugging at his lips. His hands sparked as he stomped closer to Ikari, having a few drops of blood on them already, and he loomed over the man's crumpled body.

Ikari looked up at him, covered in blood, and trembling in fear.

He was bloody.

Beaten.

Terrified.

"P-p-please, no-" Ikari pleaded.

Just like she had.

"No, begging doesn't work on me," Bakugou said, and when Ikari tried to turn and crawl away, Bakugou kicked his arm, and put his foot on one of the bloodied shoulders.

Ikari cried out in pain.

He was afraid of dying.

She could feel his fear.

"Please, p-please," Ikari pleaded.

Bakugou knelt down and punched him in the face, sending more blood spraying onto the ground.

Another punch.

Another hit.

"Bakugou, stop! He's out!" Eijirou yelled, and used his hardening quirk as he pushed Bakugou back. Several teachers arrived, swarming the scene; one of which was Aizawa, who kept Bakugou's hands from sparking again.

"What the hell is going on?" Aizawa demanded as he stepped forward, and kept an eye on Bakugou.

"That asshole attacked me trying to get into the dorms. I was allowed to kick his ass!" Bakugou told him.

"We'll have the security cameras confirm that. Is he a student here?" Aizawa asked.

"I didn't recognize him. He's not from my dorm." Bakugou said with a shrug.

Ikari was unconscious.

He was bleeding a lot.

Just like she did.

Everything blurred around her, as she stared at him.

He sputtered, every so often, and she saw his chest rise and fall.

He was breathing.

He was alive.

"Hey, Yurei? You okay?" Someone asked near her.

She kept her eyes on Ikari. Someone, presumably one of the teachers, was monitoring his pulse. Making sure that he stayed alive for the paramedics.

It would be so easy for him to die of a heart attack right now.

So, so easy.

"Yurei?" The person spoke, and stepped into her line of sight. Eijirou was talking to her. He was wearing an old gray shirt with a hole along the collar, and his red eyes were on her. There was a slight sheen to his light skin, a bead of sweat was on his temple, and dark smudge on his cheek. She could feel his concern, feel his worry, like a dull melody.

"That's probably your first time seeing Bakugou go all out, huh? He can be pretty scary once he's set off." Eijirou said. Yurei looked around the room for him, but didn't see him. "If you're looking for Bakugou, he already left. Don't worry, he won't hurt you or anything. I wouldn't let him, don't worry."

She would need to thank him later.

"Y-yurei-" a soft voice sputtered. She walked around Eijirou, and saw that Ikari was conscious again.

As if on autopilot, her body moved towards him. For a moment she forgot what he was, what he did, and what happened. For a brief moment, they were best friends again, and she was seeing her closest friend on the planet, lying and bleeding on the ground. She knelt next to him, and his one, unswollen eye turned to her. His bloody face tried to smile.

"Y-yurei. I forgive you for what you did. I still love you." Ikari said, and his words struck a chord deep within her, in a place she didn't know existed.

Her stomach tightened, blind rage purging her of any rational thought, and she reached forward, grabbing his wrist. Her nails dug into his bloody skin.

He screamed at the top of his lungs, screaming bloody murder, and thrashed. His screams were akin to wails, his eyes wide his horror, and she'd never seen anything so mortifying yet satisfying. He squirmed and thrashed as if he was being eaten alive, in absolute pain and agony.

She etched that image into her mind, hoping to never forget it.

Whenever she was scared at night.

Whenever she woke up, thinking that he was coming for her.

Whenever she thought she saw his face in a crowd of people.

She would remember this.

He suddenly stopped, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, and body going limp.

"Yurei!" Eijirou yelled next to her, and his arms went through her. The teacher across from her started to do CPR. He was doing chest compressions.

"Yu Yu," A familiar voice spoke, and she turned, surprised to find Mirio's face merely inches from her own. "Yu Yu, stop, he's not going to hurt you. Release him."

She released her quirk.

Let go of his wrist.

He gently took her upper arm, hoisting her to her feet and moving her away as paramedics came in. They used a defibrillator to get him breathing again.

It took.

They got him onto a gourney. Ikari, unconscious, was covered in blood, bruises, and burns.

She couldn't look away from him.

"Who was that guy?" Eijirou asked near them.

"Someone that was lucky Bakugou got to them first." Mirio spoke in a low voice.

Her cousin kept a comforting arm around her. Even though he was unconscious, she could still feel the fear coming from Ikari.

If it wasn't for Mirio, she would have killed him.