"Our universe grants every soul a twin -- a reflection of themselves -- the kindred spirit -- And no matter where they are or how far away they are from each other -- even if they are in different dimensions, they will always find one another. This is destiny; this is love."

- Julie Dillon

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Boy, were you getting sick of everyone dying. Especially the ones that didn't deserve it.

"This is bullshit," you mumbled to yourself. All Bakugou could do was watch your leg bump up and down as you stared at the ground, deep in thought. You aggressively shook your restraints around your hands, not for any purpose, just because they were annoying you. You had tried bending them off, but whatever they were using was not the same sheet metal you used to practice with at school, nor was it the same metal used from the plane. It was something stronger, and much, MUCH heavier.

Bakugou watched as you continued to stare at the ground. He didn't want to say this to you, but he knew that, at least for a little bit, it would help you feel better, "She was really weird."

You couldn't help but snort in response, thinking back to the time you and your aunt were over at the Bakugou household one time after you had finished school. She had the evening off and you both decided to head over there. The sun hadn't really begun to set yet, so the sky was only just changing colour. This, obviously, was all it took to convince Mitsuki and your aunt to go out and garden.

Twenty minutes later, your aunt came walking in with flower pots as stools. You had laughed your ass off for a good five minutes before Bakugou had to whack you over the head to get you to shut up. You didn't know why it was so funny. It just was.

You smiled to yourself. That was a few days before you had went off to your internship. A few days before everything turned to shit.

Without looking at him, you muttered, "Who else do you think is gonna die?"

Bakugou frowned, "No one else is going to die."

"You don't know that," you said. "What if one of the pro heroes die trying to fight All for One? What if All Might can't take him? What if when—"

"What if, what if, (Y/N)," Bakugou interrupted, his tone sharp, his words cutting into you like a blade. "That's all that is. Possibilities. We have other endings, not just those. What if All Might walks through the door right now? What if all the heroes defeat the villains faster than you can say 'gotta blast'? What if that hand guy accidentally trips and smacks his head on the counter right now?"

"Hey, wait a minute," Shigaraki mumbled, looking over at Bakugou.

"We've got so many things that could happen. Good and bad. But it's not all bad. There will be ups and downs. But it's like they say: 'As soon as you've hit rock bottom, you've got no direction but up.'"

You smiled at him, nodding your head.

"Also, as much as I hate to admit it, those heroes aren't total idiots. Nor are the guys in our class. Mineta, very likely, though."

You chuckled, shifting in your seat so you were no longer slouching.

"I know it's so fucking hard for you right now. I literally can't even imagine what it's like. So the only thing I can do is fucking be here for you. If I didn't give a shit, I would've left when I had the chance to earlier."

You felt tears rim your eyes. Thankful ones. You nodded your head, smiling with gratitude. "Thank you, Bakuhoe."

Although pissed off by the nickname, he was just glad you were getting back to you. He knew it wasn't going to be easy for you, but you knew that you had so many people around you willing to support you. You had the Bakugou household, class 1-A, Aizawa, Recovery Girl.

Shouto Todoroki.

All of those people were there and ready to help you.

Plus, they were all too fucking stubborn to die anyway.

"Alright, round one hundred and twenty-nine," Shigaraki sighed, getting up. "Are you guys ready to give in yet?"

While Bakugou said nothing and just glared at him, you felt your gaze slide over to Dabi. He had already been looking at you, a smirk plastered on his face. But that wasn't what was bothering you. It was the fact that despite how many times you told yourself otherwise, he gave off such strong Todoroki vibes. . .

Those eyes. It was them. You could recognise them anywhere. He had to be a Todoroki. As much as you didn't want to, you would have to ask Todoroki about it.

Speaking of Todoroki, your mark was now flashing red. Your gaze shifted to it, and you frowned, worry filling your gut. You mumbled, "What is he doing?"

You had clearly stopped paying attention at some point, because when you came back to the situation at hand, you saw Bakugou out of his restraints. A confused noise left your lips as you watched him slowly rub his wrists. "Why the fuck does he get the luxury of no restraints?"

"Because he won't—" Ironically enough, Shigaraki received a blast to the face from Bakugou himself as he was beginning to say those words.

It was a pretty big blast, one of which you had to turn your head away from, despite it not even being aimed at you. His sweat must have gathered up around his hands so much that he was able to pull off such a big blast and not tire himself out.

He was a sweaty boi.

He had knocked Shigaraki's hand off his face. Even the rest of the League were looking at him. He just kinda stood there for a moment, his head tilted off to the side, his hair covering his face. It unsettled you a bit, not being able to see his eyes and see what he was thinking.

Then suddenly, he lunged at Bakugou, his hand outstretched. On instinct, you quickly acted, easily bending the restraints around your hands and whipping out a sword. But before either of you could attack, Kurogiri whipped out some Minecraft portals. You felt your hand slip through, and Shigaraki's hand in front of your face never touched you, slipping through the small portal that formed in front of your face.

Growling, you glared at the misty man as he said, "Let's try and not start fights in the building. Let's put the two kids back in their restraints."

"Go fuck yourself," Bakugou growled. The portals disappeared, and you retracted your hand, stepping back with Bakugou until you guys were at the door.

"Compress, put them back to sleep," Shigaraki said, walking back to his seat at the bar.

"I told you he'd fight back," Dabi said.

Watching as Compress inched closer, you tried to think of a plan. Bakugou could probably use another big blast to set them all off their tracks, maybe specifically aim for Compress, seeming as—

There was a sudden knock at the door, causing everyone to shut up. You all waited for a second, and then suddenly a voice came from the other side of the door.

"Hello. This is Pizza-La, Kamino store."

You all remained silent, confused as hell.

You didn't doubt for a moment that everyone had been wondering who the hell ordered pizza.

Then, after a few more seconds of puzzled silence, there was a loud bang that scared the absolute shit out of you. Debris from the wall that had just been smashed in flew everywhere, and you brought up a metal wall, preventing any of it from hitting you or Bakugou.

After it settled, you simply pushed the wall, making it fall over and clang loudly on the ground. Looking around, you saw branches threading themselves around the bar, holding the villains tight in their hold. Your eyes widened, realising what that meant.

As if reading your mind, All Might appeared in front of you. You almost buckled in relief, finally feeling at least a little bit safe.

"Young Bakugou, Young (L/N)," he exclaimed. "Are you two hurt?!"

You smiled, shaking your head, "No. All good. Thank you."

Bakugou 'tch'ed, and you looked at him. "I could have taken care of myself."

You refrained from stomping on his foot. Despite how hard he was trying to hide it, you could tell he was absolutely relieved.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Gran Torino. You blinked, and the next second he had kicked Dabi so hard that he knocked him out completely.

You cheered loudly, and All Might chuckled. "Let's get you two to safety—"

You interrupted him. Not that it was intentional. It was just that you had some crazy black substance completely blocking your ability to breathe and was pouring out of your mouth. You gasped for as much air as you could, but you got nothing. You watched the substance surround you, feeling it suffocate you and press you in, like it was shoving you in a tight box. You heard All Might's desperate shouts before everything went completely dark.

In just a moment, the substance left, and you gasped desperately for air. You felt overwhelming relief in your lungs as you were finally able to breathe again, and you dropped to your knees, trying to regain your breath. Looking around, you frowned.

You had no clue where you were, but you could see a tall man in the distance. He didn't look so great.

Your eyes widened as you felt your heart stop. Bakugou appeared next to him, as long with the rest of the League surrounding him. Why had he spawned over there while you were so far away? Had they accidentally. . . Dropped you off at the wrong spot. . . ?

You snorted, "Lol, fucking morons."

"Pssst, (Y/N)! It's me!" you heard from behind you. Frowning in absolute confusion, you turned around and said, "Robert Downey Jr.?"

As soon as you saw the red hair, you knew who it was. You gasped in horror as Kirishima, Midoriya, Momo, Iida, and Todoroki all popped their heads out from behind the wall. "WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING HERE?!"

Immediately realising your mistake, your hand flew to cover your mouth as you ducked. If you were gonna reappear this far away from the conflict, you might as well stay away and not get caught.

Not wasting another second, Todoroki gripped onto your arm and pulled you out of sight, dragging you to where the rest of them were.

You looked at all of them for a moment, noticing their outfits, "Halloween came early this year, huh?"

Before you got a reply, you were engulfed in a tight hug. The familiar warmth spread around your body, and you felt weeks, maybe even months of stress leave your body. You wrapped your arms around his torso and returned his embrace, your eyes shut as you squeezed the life out of him. Oh, had you missed him.

"God, I was so worried," Todoroki's voice was muffled due to his head being buried into your neck. You still heard his broken tone loud and clear. "What were you thinking?"

You felt tears prick your eyes, not having realised how stressed he must have been. Your voice cracked as you spoke, emotion flooding your tone, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

Pulling away, you felt your heart shatter into a million pieces as you looked at him. Seeing him so exhausted and broken hurt you in such a way you didn't think was possible. You pressed a shaky hand to his cheek, hesitantly outlining the dark circles under his eyes with your thumb. He leaned into your touch, and by that gesture alone, you could feel how heavy his head was.

"Let's say you get some sleep when we get back, yeah?" You chuckled weakly, and he smiled softly. His eyes connected with yours, and you felt another dose of relief upon seeing that twinkle in his eye.

"I'd say the same about you."

You huffed out a laugh. Standing back from the hug, you looked at his outfit. ". . . Well goddamn, sir, you're really out here looking like a whole ass ✨snacc✨."

He chuckled at you and shook his head, looking off to the side. You didn't mention the light shade of pink dusting his cheeks before you turned to the rest. "Why, hello, good fellows."

You were suddenly crushed in a giant group hug by the four, and you laughed. "Thanks, guys. I'd like to breathe, though."

"We're so glad you're okay," Kirishima said after they all pulled away. ". . . Are you okay?"

You waved your hand, dismissing it, "I'm fine. But I think right now, we need to focus on snagging Bakugou. He looks like he's about to have a bigger face-off than Scott Pilgrim with all those villains around him."

Everyone looked where you were looking, all of you peering around the wall. Midoriya spoke up, "I have a plan."

"Oh," you said, looking at him. "Okay. Shoot."

And shoot he did.