Sword-of-pearl - Hi, I Like To Write

It had all started when Bakugo had gotten his quirk. Showing it off with a grin. Everyone praising him. It made sense that Izuku would be jealous. He was showing no signs of getting a quirk and soon it would be too late for one to manifest. He wanted to be praised too. He wanted to be a hero, just as much as Bakugo did. It wasn’t fair.

At first, Izuku had cried, wondering why he wouldn’t manifest his quirk. But his tears quickly turned to burning anger and simmering jealously. The world ignored the quirkless but Izuku didn’t want to be ignored.

It's a Bakugo and Izuku personality swap ya'll. enough said. Read it or not, it's up to you.

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Just as he predicted, things were different. All the smiles and kind words towards him felt like lies and mocking pity. Midoriya hated it. He hated his friends, (except for Kirishima, the stupid redhead, who didn’t try to give him any pity and had even offered to smack him in the face) and he hated his teachers, (except for all might) and he hated the villains, and he especially hated whoever hade spilled his secret to all the world. He was going to kill them. He was just, inches away from hunting the reporter down and breaking his nose.

Nightmares didn’t help his mood at all, they were filled with, not only people screaming at him to give up his dream, but had villains whispering dark things, even asking (ordering) him to join them. The only thing that made things better was Kota's thank you note.

It was safe to say that even though Izuku was a jerk to everyone, he had become a little bit better, or everyone was just used to him. He still yelled a lot, but not over little things. He would let Kirishima talk to him and force him to socialize with over people, to hang out with Mina, Denki, and Sero. Thank goodness for video games! By challenging Izuku, they now had a tournament every Saturday so he could beat everyone at them. It almost wasn’t fair how good he was. Mina would sulk when he beat her at Mario cart and Denki would whine and complain when Izuku smashed him in street fighters three, but despite this, they all agreed that he was much nicer than he made himself out to be.

Midoriya tapped his fingers on his desk as Sensei Aizawa droned on and on about hero things. He didn’t care. It was probably useless anyway. Shifting around in his seat, Midoriya sighed, breath puffing from his nose. He couldn’t focus on anything. The notebook on his desk that he usually had filled with notes by now was empty. The blank pages stared up at him, blinding him. His pen was gone, rolled off his desk, and far away by now. He would never get it back.

“The tracker led to this location,” Momo said as she walked. Her heels click-clacking on the concrete, sweat dripping down her face. They had been walking for a while and the night was breathlessly humid, hiding their nervous sweat with regular perspiration. The alley that they stood in was narrow and trashy. Not much room for breathing space.

“So, this is their hideout...? I’d buy that!” Kirishima exclaimed.

“We can't be sure but... I've been checking and the villains haven't moved from here all day.” Momo looked back at them. She was just grateful for the glasses that hid her expression from them. She didn’t want anyone to see that she was terrified. Urararka didn’t have to hide anything. Her round face was set with determination. She wasn’t going to give up or stop until they had Midoriya back.

“Just because the villains are here doesn’t necessarily mean Midoriya is too. I need you all to realize that we’re standing here now based on very limited information.” Momo continued.

“None of us are suited to stealth missions like Jiro and Hagakure. So, I'm stopping this thing at the first hint of danger... because you’re my friends. And I won't hesitate to notify the authorities!” Iida added.

“Thank you, Iida. Just give me a minute to think... about what can actually do.” Bakugo said.

“We have to think like Midoriya to save Midoriya!” Uraraka chirped, “Bakugo, what would he do?”

Have you read multi-chapter fanfic and you kudos it cus it's good but then the author posts something that ruins it and you're all like "I need that kudos back, thanks"

I guess the thing is I have been betrayed by fanfics, and I wish I had the power to take my kudos back

Chapter three!!! I can barely believe it. I wrote this much. 

Here y’all get a little preview this time.

Coccinelle could tell that chat noir’s heart wasn’t in the fight today. He had been very quiet the entire time, missing several opportunities for cheesy cat puns. Coccinelle could tell the something was wrong. Something hurting inside him.

Chat noir tripped over a loose tile while they fought a akuma on the roof tops. With an unmanly shreik he stumbled towards the edge of the roof. Coccinelle turned her attention to him, throwing her yo-yo at him. It wrapped around his waist as he began to fall, and with a sharp tug she pulled him back on the roof.

The scent of cinnamon and almond frosting wafted through the air along with a few leaves. Adrien did his best to ignore the way his heart skipped at the way she smiled at her old sketches and tried to focus on something else.

Chapter six! Ta-da!

Adrien could help but smiled at when he saw marinette wearing the earrings he got her. The were simple and beautiful, designed to look like little ladybugs were crawling on her ears. He thought that she would like them. She walked passed the table he and nino sat at in the library, alya following close behind, texting on her phone.

Marinette caught his gaze like no other girl he had met before.

‘If only she wasn’t mad at me for the stupid gum, I bet we’d be the best of friends. Maybe even more…’

“What are you smiling at?” Asked nino, breaking him out of his thoughts.

“Wha- nothing…” he flinched, his chin slipping off his hand.

“I wasn’t looking at anything.”

Nino gave him a look.