~CDS~

Life can be a bitch sometimes.

I guess I should explain from the very beginning. A couple hundred years ago, somewhere in the European forests, a portal suddenly appeared, and it lead straight to hell. Or at least, to a dimension similar to what humans consider hell. It was a two ways path, allowing us to go in, and to whatever was in there, it was a way out.

For the longest time, anything that came from there, was considered hostile, and demon-hunting became the ideal job for those who wanted to make a name for themselves, as not everyone could fight them. If you were a demon, you were a threat. Men. Women. Children.

Until politics and rights, that is. A hundred and fifty years ago, someone actually stopped and listened to the other side of the story. It turns out, they weren't so different from us. They had families, and from were they were, it was a Dictatorship. All they wanted was peace.

And so, the Demonic Rights Regulation Department was born, and they became citizens of Earth, living among us. Today, demon-hunting is still an active job, as the Hell Gate is still open, and, while in a minimum since The Change, there are dangerous, hostile demons. And with time, came evolution, meaning that while those dangerous demons are less, they are stronger.

That's where I come in. I've always looked up to Demon Hunters, they are so brave, facing dangers that may cost them their lives, and I made my life goal to become one. It was hard, but after a lot of trouble, I founded myself under the tutelage of All Might, history's greatest Demon Hunter. He lend me the One for All, a legendary broadsword that's capable of great things. Swordsmanship, along with pinpoint accuracy with guns, are the requirements for becoming a proper Demon Hunter. My preferred gun it's my Dragonmouth, a powerful revolver capable of shooting bullets infused in Hell-Flame, one of the few things capable of hurting Demons. It was given to me by my father, right before he disappeared. Mom says he made it himself in one of Hell's forges, and that's why it never runs out of ammunition.

Oh, wait. I haven't introduced myself, haven't I? Must have slipped my mind.

My name is Izuku Midoriya. I'm twenty years old. I'm currently in my final year at U.A, the university with the best Demon-hunting Course in the world.

And I'm in love with a Demon.

Not just any Demon. My Nemesis.

Uraraka Ochako. The name of the bane of my existence.

Now, don't get me wrong. I don't hate Demons. Actually, I'm the only human in my group of friends. Well, the only one entirely human. You see, when the Demons became a norm among people, there was a huge shock regarding their appearance. So, given by their powers, slight shapeshifting being one of them, the humanization process was an obligatory rule. Some of their characteristics stayed, like sharp teeth, red skin, and horns, but for the most part, they looked mostly human.

Cue crossbreeding.

It was going to happen sooner or later. Surprisingly enough, it was harder for society to accept homosexual relationships that it was to accept that Humans and Demons were mixing and having children together.

Where was I...? Oh, right. Her.

The first time we met, we tried to rip each other's head off. Literally.

It was a Saturday. I was doing my morning jog towards Kacchan's house, when from the building to my right, something blasted outwards, engulfed in lava. I dodged, rolling to my left, and drew out my Dragonmouth, that I always carry with me, taking aim. I knew from experience that this situations were the result of a Demonic Clash, because while the Hybrids had powers, those were more tame; this one, on the other hand, was an Elemental, and that was a very exclusive power.

This Demon was strong.

From amongst the debris and lava, the Demon raised. She looked like most of the girls of her race, the only difference was her hair, chestnut brown instead of pitch black. The moment she set her sights on me, she didn't even talked. She instantly raised her hand, and from the pool of lava around her, burning balls came straight at me.

I jumped out of the way, dodging by millimeters the chance of earning myself an exclusive ticket for a trip to the Burned Pavilion. As soon as she stopped attacking, I shot. The bullet hit her right between her eyebrows, and she fell back like a ragdoll. Her powers automatically disappeared, meaning that I no longer had risk of getting melted. Carefully, I approached her body, looking for any form of ID. I saw her wallet coming out of her pocket, so I tried to take it.

At the moment that I grabbed it, she opened her eyes. My shock of seeing her alive after receiving a direct shot in the head by my revolver was overridden by the color of her eyes. 'Brown,' I thought, mesmerized by the fact that she possessed another thing different from the rest of her race, 'just like her hair.' That proved to be a mistake, as she took the chance seeing that I was distracted and kicked me in the stomach, then roundhouse-kicked my hand, making me drop Dragonmouth. She then grabbed my head, spun me, and started to pull. Before she could behead me, I grabbed her wrists, tossed her over me, and putted her in a chokehold. But before I could try and return the favor, I saw that her wallet had fallen, and was open, allowing me to see her civilian ID.

Uraraka Ochako. Age: 19. Student.

I was surprised. Usually, this kind of powerful Demons were mindless outcasts that only looked for a chance to take over a city, or the world if they were strong enough. She, on the contrary, was civilized. Heck, she had a U.A ID card, meaning that we were schoolmates. I released her, as she was getting purple, but before I could apologize, she elbowed me, grabbed her wallet, and glared at me. Angry, I glared back. Neither of us said anything. Slowly, ready to react if she tried anything, I grabbed Dragonmouth, and putted it back on it's sheath.

"Dickhead."

That was the first thing she told me.

Forget civilized, she was an ass. "Excuse me!?" I shot back, clearly annoyed. "What did you call me?"

"I called you Dickhead, Dickhead." She slowly answered. "Why, how do you call someone who shot you in the head?"Oh fucking no.

"I shot you because you attacked me!! What the hell did you expect me to do, huh!? Receive the magma balls head on? Yeah, because that is a good idea." I retorted sarcastically. "Why don't you sit and wait for that to happen, asshat? You now what, don't." I said, raising my hand, stopping any comebacks. "I was just leaving. I'm late to meet a friend. Wasn't a pleasure."

And I left. I could feel her glare in the back of my head, but I didn't care. Apparently, she wasn't over, because she started to walk in my direction. And past me. She raised her hand, and flipped me the bird. Angry, I walked past her, flipping my own. Thinking it was over, I kept walking. So imagine my surprise (and annoyance) when we ended up taking the same turn, walking in the same direction. We glared at each other all the way to Kacchan's. And even in Kacchan's.

Because yeah. Turns out she was going there too. You see, she was the new face of the group, having friends there. But I can see why Kacchan allowed her to be there.

Katsuki 'Kacchan' Bakugo, "King Explosion Murder" to his friends, is my childhood friend. He's a Demon, a very powerful one, but while those who don't know him might believe that he is a Threat, he's actually a good guy. Just hot-headed. He can't stand humans, but he tolerates me because he knows that I'm a good challenge, and if there's something that he respects, it's strength.

And the asshat (my new nickname for her) was strong.

That's how Uraraka Ochako became a common problem in my life. From there on, and for months, every time that we met each other, we tried to kill us. A bullet from my part, a magma attack from hers. A couple millions in property damage to the Government every time.

Until a week ago.

During our daily scuffle, we had to stop because there was a group of Purists, people that still didn't tolerate Demons and wanted them to go back to Hell, in the corner around. She unsumonned her portable lava river (Because that was her stupidly powerful ability, summoning a lava river at will from a pocket dimension. I almost died when I joked about it, mentioning hammerspace.) and took her Mask, a device that allowed demons to hide their defining characteristics, and look like humans in situations like this one, and putted it on.

That's when my life went down.

I won't deny that I did find her attractive in her original form, but I was way too angry at her to care. But her human form?

She had fucking blush on her cheeks.

That's when I realized that I had fell for my biggest enemy. I tried to tell myself that I was just falling for her human self, that I felt nothing but hatred towards her.

That didn't work.

I'm sure she noticed.

We still try to kill each other every day, and I see her at Kacchan's, laughing with her friends, that stupid, beautiful smile of hers.

Ugh. There it is again. Mixed feelings.

I hate her. I can't stand her. I know she feels the same.

So why do I have to love her?

~CDS~

So this is my new story. Don't expect many chapters, as this is currently all I have. But I hope you like it!Read ya.