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☆ (I usually make books like this so i thought why not make headcanons/drabbles)
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The chrachters i write for:
GENSHIN IMPACT: all charachters in-game and in the manga
The kids (platonic only) : Klee, Qiqi and Diona
DEMON SLAYER; Mitsuri Kanroji, Obanai Iguro, Kyojuro Rengoku, Muichiro Tokito, Shinobu Kocho, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Tengen Uzui, Inosuke Hasibira, Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Kanao Tsuyuri, Daki, Rui.
BSD; Osamu Dazai, Ranpo Edogawa, Akiko Yosano, Kyoka Izumi, Kenji Miyazawa, Chuya Nakahara, Koyo Ozaki, Gin Akutagawa.
JJK; Satoru Gojo, Shoko Leiri, Megumi Fushiguro, Nobara Kugisaki, Maki Zenin, Toge Inumaki, Utahime Lori, Kasumi Miwa, Momo Nishimiya, Kento Nanami, Mei Mei, Yuki Tsukumo
MHA; Midnight, Tsuyu Asui, Mina Ashido, Kyoka Jiro, Shoto Todoroki, Momo Yaoyorozu, Nejire Hado, Mei Hatsume, Kami Utsushimi, Hawks, Mirko, Ryukyu, Mandalay, Pixie-bob, Ragdoll.
DANGANRONPA; Celestia Ludenberg, Akane Owari, Peko Pekoyama, Maki Harukawa, Miu Iruma, Kyoko Kirigiri, Aoi Asahina, Tenko Chabashira(only for the girls)
AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER: Mei, Azula, Ty Lee, Zuko, Katara, Toph, Suki.
+OTHERS; Natsu Dragneel, Erza Scarlet, Lucy Heartfilia, Yumeko Jabami, Kirari Momobami, Temari Nara, Konan (naruto shippuden), Machi Komacine, Shizuku Murasaki, Pakunoda
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Purple Dragon – Chapter 3
Title: Purple Dragon
Genre: Fanfiction
Pairing: Bakugou x Ryu Murasaki (oc)
Rating: teen and up
Word count: 4024
Chapter: 3/?
Symbols: ⭕ | ➕ | 💛 | ▶️ | ▶️
Read the previous chapters here: Chapter 1, Chapter 2
Warnings: canon divergence, multiple POVs
Chapter 3 - At the Dormitory
That they had a specific time to go their rooms at the U.A.’s dormitory, everyone in Class 1A knew. But this didn’t stop most of them them from disobeying this rule at least that night to meet at the common room and talk about the new student and all the things they want to ask her: how was life in the USA? Did she liked living there? How did she react when she heard she was going to move to Japan? Was it too hard?
Not that Shouto Todoroki didn’t want to know more about his new classmate. Perhaps he was as curious as everyone else, and the girl’s quirk was a good one, perfect for a hero; he just wasn’t so loud about his curiosity as the others.
Ryu Murasaki, with her wavy, purple hair covering her shoulders, her round lilac eyes going all over the class as if searching for a comforting spot to look at while searching for the proper manner to present herself and with her fists clenching on the sides of her body, trying to hide the garish nail polish that fought against the delicacy of her hands, seemed to feel everything dressed in the U.A.’s uniform – except at ease. It could be just shyness, yes, but somehow it wasn’t enough to explain what was seen during her presentation: from the beginning to the end of the classes, she sent the impression that she was performing a role that wasn’t designed for her. Something in her kept her separated from her the others, as someone of another kind, forged with different tools. Being there in a college uniform, showing herself to people in a traditional institution, just wasn’t for her. If only there was away know if anyone else sensed the same...
And not only this, but there was something in the way she spoke about her quirk that remained unnoticed even by Midoriya with his neat notes and observations: it seemed to be the last thing she wanted to do. Didn’t she appreciate her own power? Well, there was nothing embarrassing about making things float; or didn’t she know how to properly control it? Maybe, but at that age? Or perhaps she was only capable of controlling small objects such as a notebook. Everything was possible. Some quirks were harder to master than others; Todoroki, who still had some trouble with his fire side, knew it well.
However, he didn’t like the idea of making precipitated conclusions. Opinions and impressions were not a fair standard, neither they were reliable; it was better to wait and see the events taking place before speaking about what he didn’t knew.
And that was what he was doing now, sitting in a corner of that room where most of the students were reunited. Mina, Momo, Tsuyu and Jiro were occupying one of the sofas: the pink-skinned girl sitting on its back while the other three were on the regular seats. On the other sofa, there were Bakugou, Kirishima and Kaminari on the seats, with Mineta on the sofa’s arm, but no conversation took place between them. A bit distant from this main group, Tokoyami and Shoji were engaged in a calm conversation while looking at the window.
The girls were turned to Jiro, commenting about the fact that the new student would have the room next to hers. Some of the changes were still implemented, that was true, and she was still moving her stuff to the room, all of them imagining how things were going to be with the work finished and Ryu Murasaki finally established as one of them.
- I wonder what type of music she likes – Jiro was speaking more to herself than to the others.
- I’m not an expert in music, but she has all the manners of someone who listens to underground, sophisticated stuff – Momo replied.
Aoyama, who just entered the room and heard the girl’s words, approached the group, agreeing without second thoughts.
- Imagine if she could share her fine taste with us! – in his eyes appeared a shine that resembled the bright beam he sent out from his belly – Momo would bring us the best of her tea collection, our new friend would bless us with her music knowledge and I would illuminate the path for all of you!
Jiro rolled her eyes and refused to give him a verbal response. Tsuyu pointed, cautious:
- I’d rather ask her about her tastes. Appearances are usually deceiving.
Mina united her palms in her cheerful manners.
- In this case, I hope she likes dancing music!
Todoroki listened to this whole conversation with polite attention, but no disposition to add his own thoughts to it. He mentally agreed with Tsuyu, but expecting that the others would do the same was too much. He was not so close to the boys at the window to hear their conversation, and neither he was willing to join them; the same could be said about the boys on the sofa: while Kirishima would not hide his interest in the chat between Aoyama and the girls, Kaminari and Mineta were lost in their own fantasies, certainly planning to ask the girl if she was single. Surrounded by them and not satisfied with it, Bakugou had his head laid down on the sofa’s back and his eyes closed, not interested in any of that but still present, despite knowing his classmates would not stop the talking so soon.
Or so Todoroki thought.
He followed when the room fell silent and everyone’s heads turned to the dormitory’s entry to see Ryu Murasaki coming in, along with Midoriya, Iida and Uraraka.
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The slight apprehension she felt while approaching the dormitory’s room accompanied by new friends made Ryu tight his hands around the book she borrowed from the green-haired boy, but it was nothing compared to what she experienced that morning during her introduction. By that time she knew no one and barely had the time to learn the teacher’s name; now, some familiarity was being built between her and those three, Midoriya, Iida and Uraraka.
Iida, as the class’ representative, offered himself to show her the school’s most important departments, and they were followed by the other students who also had useful – and cheerful – observations that enriched Ryu’s experience as a new member of the heroes course and soothed Iida’s over attachment to the rules and norms.
When they passed by the Library, she spoke about a book she started to read weeks before leaving the United States and never got the chance to finish. It turned out that Midoriya had the same book with him and offered to go to his room and grab it for her. The four went to his room together, with Iida hurrying the group for it was by the hour when they were supposed to go to sleep.
When they opened the dormitory’s room and met almost the whole class there, awake and engaged in multiple excited conversations, Iida almost fainted, being held by Midoriya and Uraraka. But his recovery was instantaneous, and just like the others he noticed when their classmates’ eyes turned to the girl with purple hair.
Ryu swallowed, but was glad that she was not entering there all alone and that it wasn’t a classroom. Without the pressure of the earlier formalities, she could observe the place and the people in it with more attention.
The room seemed larger than that one where she had that first conversation with Aizawa, but its decoration followed the same simplicity and tidiness of it. The windows, as large as all the ones she saw in other departments of the U.A., would left anyone close to them exposed to observers outside, but no one seemed uncomfortable in the room whether by them or anything else.
In their own way, the students inside the room were as interesting as Midoriya, Uraraka and Iida.
On one side, at a slight distance from the others, a boy with his hair parted in two contrasting shades – pure white and dark red – was leaning on a wall with his arms crossed; when he turned to the newcomers, Ryu noticed his eyes were of different colors too: one was brown, as the other was of a vibrant blue, this one surrounded by a reddish mark that resembled the darker tone of his hair.
Not so far from his spot, there was a yellow sofa from where four girls were looking at them. The first one, with black eyes and both her hair and skin pink, smiled and waved to welcome the four; Ryu saw a pair of yellow horns growing our of her shaggy curls. A blonde boy with bright eyes and fancy manners was just beside her, competing for the newcomers’ attention. Right behind them, a girl with a long a ponytail greeted them with a discreet smile; the girl beside her, with her short hair in a darker tone of Ryu’s, imitated her gesture. The last person on the sofa was a girl with big eyes and a large mouth; instead of speaking, she made a noise that could have escaped from a frog’s throat.
Having all those eyes on her would have made Ryu turn her back and walk away if she hadn’t the three students by her side. Iida was preparing himself to make formal introductions between her and the group, but his measure ended up being unnecessary when most of them came to greet the new girl with gentle smiles and words.
The pink girl was the first to speak.
- Ryu-san! I’m Mina Ashido!
The blonde boy close to her was the second; his name was Aoyama Yuga. The others approached while Ryu and the three came inside the room and Uraraka closed the door behind them.
There were too many names for Ryu to remember, but things became easier once each student revealed their quirks: Mina explained that she was able to expel an acid fluid; Aoyama said he could emit a laser ray through his belly button; the girl with the ponytail, Momo Yaoyorozu, who Iida explained to be the vice representative of the class, used the lipids of her body to create anything she imagined; the girl who was sitting beside her introduced herself as Jiro, and when she approached, Ryu saw she had earphone jacks coming from her earlobes, indicating a quirk connected to the sound; the girl with frog characteristics said her name was Tsuyu Asui, but preferred to be called Tsuyu; her abilities were in fact the ones of an amphibian.
In a moment, Ryu was surrounded by Aoyama and the girls, who had countless questions about her and the United States.
- So you just came from the United States? That’s incredible!
- Did your parents use to speak in Japanese with you at home? That’s how you became bilingual, right?
- We could make a study group and you could help us with the English lessons! What do you think?
Other questions came after these, and Ryu did her best to answer them. How was life in the united States? Reasonable. She had the places she liked to go, the food she liked to eat and a couple of friends. Was she enjoying being in Japan? It was strange, but not bad. She had lived out of it for many years, so it was like being there for the first time. Everything was so colorful and had some sort of order that she couldn’t find in the United States. Oh, and they had the Number One Super Hero, All Might! That was great!
Midoriya’s cheeks turned red the moment he heard that.
- If I knew you liked All Might, Ryu-san, I’d tell this before: now he’s one of our teachers!
Ryu’s eyes widened a bit.
- Really? You guys are really lucky!
More questions came, and what was expected to be an interrogatory ended up being a joyful meeting. The difference between the environments of the classroom and that place was tangible. A group of young people reunited at night with no responsibilities until the next day would not behave differently; Ryu allowed herself to enjoy the light atmosphere created by them...
Until a harsh voice rose up above the others, that silenced themselves in response.
- Won’t you stop the blabbering? I bet even the new girl can’t take it anymore.
The group moved out of the way, creating a gap in the circle they formed around Ryu. When she looked through it, the sight of a second sofa in front of the one where the girls were appeared and she recognized the owner of the voice: that blonde boy who scolded Midoriya in the classroom for taking notes about her quirk. His head was leaning on the sofa’s back, but soon he straightened up and looked at the group, directly at Ryu. For the first time, she noticed he had red eyes.
At his left, a boy with red hair and sharp teeth told him to calm down.
- You don’t need to be so hard on them, Bakugou – he spoke in a conciliating tone – This is the first time we have a classmate from another country. That’s exciting, if I’m being honest.
The boy turned to Ryu and gave her a wide smile.
- Oh, Ryu-san! I’m Kirishima, by the way!
Ryu was about to reply when the annoyed boy, who he called Bakugou, interrupted:
- If she was born in this country, she’s not a foreigner, you know?
- Yes, but…
The other groaned and Kirishima gave up on the argument.
Ryu sensed her throat tightening. Yes, it was getting late and they all had time to go to their rooms instead of being loud and chatting, but how was it a reason for him to speak like that with his classmates, she couldn’t understand. Why did everything seem to irritate this guy? Why didn’t he just leave then? Besides, why did he insist on talking about her as if she wasn’t there?
Midoriya, who was quiet during all this discussion, swallowed in the same nervous manner as he did in the classroom. That was his usual response to the other boy’s exasperation, then. Ryu looked at the others and sensed a growing tension from some and an hilarious reaction from others, as if they’ve witnessed scenes like that countless times before.
And that pissed her off.
- Hey.
Her voice came out before she could think of something to say. Only when everyone turned to her she understood what she did. But now it was too late to not go ahead.
- Hey. The howling one.
Bakugou looked at the girl as if he was seeing her in the room for the first time. He came forward on his seat, his elbows leaning on his thighs.
- You’re talking to me? – he asked, knowing the answer was yes.
A knot was formed in her stomach, but she had to stand her ground.
- Is anyone else making as much noise as you? – she raised an eyebrow – Of course I’m talking to you.
- And? – it was the only response to come out from his mouth.
Her fingers clenched around the book, sweat wetting its cover; she would apologize to Midoriya when this was over. Sensing the boy’s nervousness beside her encouraged her next words.
- What’s the matter with you? – she started, making a gesture with the book that indicated the door behind her – If our conversation annoys you so much, you can just leave. We’re not forcing you to stay.
Kirishima held his breath, half smiling half serious; the look he gave her said she had no idea of what she just woke up. Midoriya took a step back, probably thinking the same. He let a gasp escape when Bakugou stood up from the sofa, coming at Ryu’s direction.
- So you just came here and think you can kick me out, uh? – he showed his teeth in an unsettling imitation of a smile – What if I show you how things really work here, new girl?
Ryu didn’t move in her spot. That boy, his harsh tone and manners, could be possessive of his territory and not accept the slightest threat against it and be successful in maintaining his dominance, but it wasn’t like she never met people like him before. Kids like that one were present in all the classes she was part of, having their behavior encouraged by the misleading judgment of the teachers who couldn’t tell the difference between boldness and true courage and the shyness of the other children, and she would have been just another victim of them if it wasn’t for the quirk she manifested at five.
That time, with that Bakugou boy, things weren’t different.
Ryu saw when he raised his right hand and waited to see what was coming from it: what type of quirk was his? Something loud and violent, if it fitted him as a person. And she wasn’t wrong: the beginning of small explosions was now visible on his palm, and everything indicated that their size would increase. A quirk associated with fire – Ryu has seen this before. They were effective by their dizzying effect, so that the opponent’s wisest decision was to defend themselves first and think of a counteraction later.
Bakugou was now a few steps from Ryu.
- Try to kick me out if can, new girl – he barked – I’m doing half of the work coming to you!
Midoriya raised his hands, trying to contain his classmate’s mood. By the way he spoke to him, they must have known each other for a long time.
- K-Kacchan…!
The pair of red eyes turned to the apprehensive boy at the same time, and he swallowed.
- Stay out of it, Deku!
The explosions on Bakugou’s hand were reunited in just one, bigger and louder, directed at Midoriya. It was going to cause a disaster in the room… but Ryu was faster.
She threw the book between the two students, and the object, surrounded by purple streams of energy, grew into something rounded, of a metallic, silver tone that reflected the lights of the contained explosion on its polished surface. Midoriya, who had his arms covering his face, took a second to understand that the strike didn’t hit him; he moved his arms away and straightened up to find a shield hiding his classmate from his sight.
He recognized the purple streams.
- Ryu-san…
Something in his tone made Ryu realize what she just did. She glanced at Midoriya and couldn’t tell if he was impressed with what he saw or worried about his book being turned into a fireproof shield. It was always like that: she would never noticed how far she came until something or someone around her wake her senses; that was the issue of having an instinctive quirk.
Soon, her fingers manipulated the energy around the shield and it disappeared. In its place, the book reappeared on her hand. Her hair, that floated at the sudden and intense use of her quirk, fell down to their previous place around her shoulders.
She saw Bakugou’s eyes staring at hers when the shield was gone; it was like he knew exactly where they would be even before the barrier could be undone. In them, Ryu expected to see the same things she has found in the eyes of many bullies and mean individuals she met in her school years and in the streets after seeing her quirk in action. But more was shown there.
It wasn’t just the raw irritation from before: some sort of mute surprise was blended with it, resulting in groans that replaced any word that could have came out with the unexpected counteraction for a quirk that never failed him before. Ryu knew the signs: Bakugou was impressed, but that didn’t mean he liked what he saw.
She turned your attention to the book. There was a small scratch on the cover.
- I’m sorry for this – she apologized to Midoriya, still speechless – I ended up not explaining this in class, but I can also change the configuration of any object. Most of the times I can return them to their previous state with no problems, but some times things like this happens – she pointed at the scratch – I’m really sorry.
The boy had his eyes as big as two moon, staring at his new classmate. Ryu was waiting for him to say if there was a problem with the scratch or not, but none of them had time to say a word.
- Oi – Bakugou interrupted the talking – Don’t you dare ignore me like that, witch.
Ryu raised her eyes to him, not believing in the nickname he just found for her.
- This isn’t over…
A new sequence of explosions grew in his palm and Ryu started to think of a new form of defend herself… but the expected attack never came. The explosions disappeared from his hand at the same time that the purple energy she started to create vanished from hers.
A new and tired voice was heard in the room.
- What are you doing out of your rooms so late?
Everyone turned to the room’s door, that has been open to show a tired man in black pajamas. However, the redness in his eyes were more an indication that his quirk was in use than from sleep.
- Aizawa-sensei! – the whole class gasped.
Iida was about to apologize in the name of the entire class, but Aizawa didn’t give him the chance: one look from him and everyone passed the door, running towards their rooms right after.
Besides Ryu, the last ones were Midoriya, Bakugou and that boy with two shades in his hair. He remained in silence during all the altercation, and now showed no hurry to leave the room. He passed all the three students and left without a look at them or the teacher. Bakugou followed him with his hand on his pockets, still groaning; neither he had a look or a word to Aizawa.
Midoriya went to the door and tried to say something to make amends for him and for Ryu, or so it seemed to be when he glanced at her while talking to the teacher, but Aizawa just told him to go to his room.
When Ryu passed by him, the lights of the room were turned out and he closed the door at her back. The corridor was already empty, except for Midoriya’s silhouette walking away at its end. She lingered there, waiting for what Aizawa had to say.
- I wonder why you didn’t tell me that your quirk were developed to this point, Ryu-san – he commented, still with his hand on the door handle – I’d rather believe that it’s because you didn’t trust us enough for that. You just arrived here, after all.
Ryu tried to justify herself.
- Aizawa-sensei, I…
When his eyes turned to her, she didn’t find the expected impatience, so that her nervousness was soothed. She sighed.
- I wasn’t expecting to show my quirk under such circumstances. It was an accident.
Aizawa nodded.
- I know. No one would like to show themselves to their new classmates through an accident.
- No.
His next words sent a shiver on her spine.
- However, this is not the first accident in which you get involved, if I’m correct.
Ryu tried to move her feet, but they wouldn’t obey her. The teacher didn’t change his manners, though.
- Don’t worry. I won’t force you to speak about it if you are not prepared for it, but let me tell you something: letting the shame stop you from seek for help won’t help you at all. I’m not sure of what’s holding you back, but long as you let it happen, more accidents will come.
He passed by the girl, going back to his own room.
- Go back to your room, now, Ryu-san. Tomorrow will be a busy day for all of us.
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