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Quirk: Reanimation of the Dead
 >User is able to reanimate the dead to their will. No matter the place nor time, they are able to collect the souls of dead nearby and summon them to her will.
 >Depending on their energy depends on the strength of the reanimated dead under their control.
 >The dead has a mind of their own for the most part.
 >When used for too long, User momentarily loses touch with themselves.
 >Users can only summon around 10-20 'zombies' at once.

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The one thing you hadn't expected whilst infiltrating the prestigious U.A high was falling for one of the heroic males in which you shared a class with. And falling you did.

Taking a nervous step into the classroom, your eyes darted around the bobbing heads of your new classmates. Of course, the happiness that bubbled within them and you wasn't to last long, considering you were here to merely spy on them. Of course, even you knew that your being here wasn't going to end well.

You strode over to one of the various empty seats, unconsciously taking a seat. Beside you, A male with spikey red hair was poking fun at a blonde, the black streak in his hair barely visible from your point of view.

Your gaze snapped around at the other students, a flustered green-haired boy sputtered out nonsense to a girl with short brown hair and puffy pink cheeks. 

Izuku Midoriya. The girl was unknown to her, seeing as she had neglected to care about most of the girl's files. "Somehow, he managed to pull through in the exams and finish with 60 hero points and a broken body," You muttered, barely remembering the file's details.

Like you, A half n' half boy sat silently in the back of the class, his own heterochromatic eyes scanned the room, seeming to evaluate all of the students in his presence.

"Shouto Todoroki." You muttered. Mamagiri told you about some of the students in the class, and the Todoroki kid certainly was one he had warned you of. His quirk was Half Cold Half Hot and in his veins ran the same blood in which Endeavor, the #2 pro hero, had. His son, according to Mamagiri.

An ash blonde began barking at the tall blue-haired male who robotically waved his hands in the air, commenting and complaining about his feet being on the desk. Rolling your eyes, you rested your own feet on the chair in front of your desk and rested your head in your arms. "Tenya Iida and Bakugo Katsuki." You had read through their files provided by the other spy, though they were unknown to you. "Quirks being engine and explosions. Both are gonna be issues."

Across the room, a small boy with what looked like grapes on his head swooned over the rest of the females whilst drool hung limply from his mouth. An invisible girl struck up a conversation with Pinkie in the corner. Mina Ashido, I think her name was. She had been one of the files I had neglected to read, though I had mentally noted she was quite pretty.

Beside her, A frog-like girl croaked simple responses to the few questions the invisible girl and Ashido threw at her. "Tsuyu Asui. Tsu, as she prefers to be called." You remembered the small entry from her file. "Quirk, Frog. She can do anything a frog can do." The simple idea of what could possibly be a powerful quirk made your head spin. Such an innocent-looking girl couldn't possibly cause her or the League any problems.

You sighed, eyes staring down at the H/C hair that slid over your shoulders, a few strands of it hanging limply off the desk. Just as you had found yourself relaxing, the bell sounded throughout the room, cutting off the chatter just enough for the bell to end. When it was, most of the chatter died down enough for everyone to scatter to their seats. After a few seconds, the noise grew once again. Midoriya and the brunette were still standing, chattering along while the blue-haired boy began his bitching again, waving his arms around.

The redhead from before sat beside you whilst a guy with big lips sat on the opposing side. Tenya sat in front of you and behind you, a bird-like boy. His name was apparently Tokoyami Fumikage, and his quirk was, according to his file and Mamagiri, was Dark Shadow. Mamagiri had warned me about Dark Shadow. Apparently, when shrouded in darkness, it could become unstable and kill.

Suddenly, the door slammed open and a few confused looks were shot towards the beeline of a missing figure in the door. You glanced down, realizing the teacher was curled up in what appeared to be a sleeping bag. "If you're here to make friends, then you can pack up your stuff now." He spat, crawling out of his little cocoon. "Welcome to U.A's hero course. I'm Shouta Aizawa, Your homeroom teacher."

A few gasps echoed around the room and your eyes narrowed. 'Then I guess I'm in the right classroom. I'm not here to make friends, I'm here to infiltrate your damn school, dumbasses.' You thought, smirking slightly as the teacher pulls out what looked to be a gym uniform. "This is kind of sudden, but put this on and go out onto the field."

You looked at him like he was crazy, but stood up none the less and shuffled along with the rest of the unsuspecting students. Snagged the last female uniform and striding out of the classroom, you slowed down enough to have a bit of the beautiful silence to yourself. Before you knew it, you were standing before the female dressing rooms. "Well, here goes nothing, Y/N."

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A few days had passed since the quirk apprehension test on the first day and out of everybody, the redhead known as Kirishima Eijirou had been the only one to catch your eye. You stared blankly at the boy's file, a hand resting on your shoulder, though a few fingers hovered just above your shoulders. "Handy Man." You nodded, tossing down the file.

He spoke, his voice raspy. "They suspect nothing, yes?" You shook your head, eyes flickering between the multitude of files copied and provided by the secondary spy located in the school. Getting what he wanted, he strode away and back towards the main bar area.

"Hey, Shigaraki?" You asked, turning ever so slightly. He glanced back, his bright red eyes glowing under the hand that hovered over his face. "What are you planning?" You tilted your head, crossing your legs on the seat.

He scoffs and opens the door. "You'll see soon, I can guarantee that." Your eyes narrowed, sighing as you rested your head on your palm which rested on your knee. You swirled around again in the chair, daring to swipe the mess of files off the unpolished wood desk.

You watched small flakes of dust float through the air under the lamp before they disappeared into the shadows. Sighing, you clicked off the light and swung around, your own curiosity overshadowed by your will for sleep. "If this whole thing backfires and I'm captured, I'm blaming you guys..." You spat, treading down the empty hallways and towards the room you called yours.

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You watched, your anger and edge settling as All Might began pulling out the orbs. You had been paired with none other than Eijirou Kirishima and were about to fight against who knows what. "The first teams to fight are..!" He paused, dragging his hands out of the boxes. "These guys!" The black and white orbs shone brightly in his hands.

First things first, Team A and D were scheduled to fight each other, which quickly proved to be a shitty matchup the second both teams were called. Everyone in the room could feel the tension thicken at the idea of Midoriya and Bakugo able to attack each other in any way they dared. Bakugo, at least.

According to both of the male's files, their history wasn't exactly the best. You didn't understand how a school file could possibly have obtained such information, but it did, the words printed clearly into the paper.

You could have cared less for the fight unfolding before you, so before much more could happen, you stalked out of the room. Unbeknownst to you, your redheaded teammate followed in a close pursue, his own damned curiosity getting the better of him.

You walked out into the hallways, and when you had deemed a good place, you slid down the chilled walls and hugged your knees to your chest, your quirk activating. The ground ripped open and a hand clawed its way out of the ground. Kirishima, who was hiding around the corner, flinched at the actions made by the mysterious creature, him not having known your quirk as you neglected to use it during the previous exams.

The creature clawed its way out of the now broken ground, it copying your stature. As of its escape of the hole in the ground from which it rose, it rested itself against the wall, arms, and legs laying limply. "Hello,"

The creature nodded, it's jaw slacking. A growl-like sound erupted from its throat as if it were trying to communicate back.

"I don't know. These people are utterly aggravating." You muttered. "It's hard, you know." Just before you uttered the words, you noticed the zombies milky eyes flicker to the right ever so slightly, giving you the notion you needed, the lie ready to spill out of your lips. "I don't wanna be here. You know it was mom's dream, though."

Kirishima's heart thumped in his chest, confused. What was that thing, and was she actually talking to it? Could it understand her? What about it could retain memory, if it could at all? He felt a pang of pity for the girl, though the lonely girl made his heart bang in his chest. He was almost sure you could hear it, the sound probably echoing off the walls.

Another low grumble ripped from the zombie's throat, the sound barely able to form words.

"Kirishima," I replied. "Kirishima Eijirou. I don't know who we're paired with yet, but he seems pretty cool." Your words were no longer a lie. You did indeed find the boy interesting, and he had indeed caught your attention. As much as you would want to deny it.

Kirishima took a breath and tapped his feet in an attempt to give the impression of far off footsteps. After a second, he rounded the corner with a grin. "Hey, Y/N!" He cheered. "It looks like the fight between Bakugo and Midoriya is gonna end soon. You should probably head back!" He looked between the zombie and the girl before him. Before he knew it, his mind realized just how pretty she looked.

"Okay." You said, standing up. "Bye Bye." You waved the zombie away and the creature dissolved before the pair's eyes. You began to walk away, leaving the redhead gawking over what he could only assume to be your quirk.

"Hey, What's your quirk, by the way?" Kirishima asked, hoping to get more than a one-word response from the girl. You sideglanced at the boy beside you, noting the curious way his bright red eyes studied your own E/C ones.

"Reanimation of the Dead." You said plainly. "Or more simply, Summoning Dead. I can, as the name suggests, Summon the dead." He stared at her, his eyes sparkling. "What?" You looked at him skeptically, awaiting the usual disgusted response.

"That sounds so manly!" He cheered. His response took you by surprise. There was such excitement in those bright red eyes of his. "Like, Really manly!"

You couldn't help the chuckle that escaped your lips. "Really? Most call me a villain. I can't blame them. It could be really... One could say offending?" He looked at you curiously, holding the main door open. His eyes begged you to explain. "Like, I know little to nothing about the people I bring back. For all I know, I could be bringing back Gengis Kahn to fight for me without even realizing it." You said. "It's kind of insensitive, you know? I'm fighting people with the deceased loved ones of others.."

He nodded, seeming to understand. "Well, What else are the dead going to do? I mean, they're dead. If anything, you're helping them! Who would want to spend the rest of their life just sitting underground?" Kirishima pointed out, his grin widening evermore as he strode in the room behind you, eyes flickering to the screen in which everyone stared at intently. "If anything, it's manly!" His words were silenced by 

Bakugo's hand flew to the grenade-like gauntlets he bore, his voice echoing from All Might's headphones. All at once, the screens viewing the fight between the pair were shrouded in dust and debris, rendering them useless. The building shook slightly from the shock of what you could only deter as the evident revelation for the use of the gauntlets.

This boy, too, caught your eye. Not only a possible problem, but he could be a great ally if recruited. Then, you remembered exactly what you were here for; You were here for information. Truly not here to be a hero nor to make friends. You had almost forgotten that, being surrounded by people who actually seemed to genuinely care about you.

"Midoriya! Come in, Midoriya!" All Might's voice boomed. Through the outside cameras, the building in which contained the currently battling students had debris and dust pouring out it's now broken windows, a hole was torn in the side.

Sighing, you joined your 'classmates' whos eyes were staring in horror at the screen. The cameras were finally able to see through the dust that cleared through the room, Bakugo's mouth moving into what seemed like various taunts and shouts, clearly ready to rip the poor boy to shreds. "Young Bakugo! Use that stored up power again and I'm ending this fight!" All Might's voice boomed over the multitude of gasps, whispers, and comments being passed around about the outrageous attack.

The hero's words obviously had an effect on the male, as his lips curled back into a snarl as he glared at the ground. 'He would make a great addition to the League... No wonder Shigaraki's interest in him has peaked since reading his file...' You thought. 'A nuisance, really.' You scooted more towards the opposite wall of the room, separated from your classmates in an uninterested fashion. Your back hit the cold metal of the wall and you slid down and relished the relative silence brought upon by the separation.

Bakugo lunged forward, his arms brought back as explosions propelled him forward and towards Midoriya. You could have cared less, though you kept your eyes on both males as they duked it out, hit upon hit being landed by the blonde. Bakugo's mouth began to move, taunts slipping out like a river. His gauntlet slammed into Midoriya's arm, an obvious cry of pain escaping him as Bakugo propelled him to the floor.

Izuku crawled to his feet, dashing across the destroyed floor and towards a window. His mind seemed to click and begin to turn like clockwork; Gears in a clock, turning and spinning, ideas threading into plans.

Bakugo began another strut forward, words spilling from his mouth once again. "God, he talks too much." You muttered 'Poor Toga-San, has to type all of this out...'  You smirked at the thought of all her struggles with this one-shot alone. Izuku flinched, his hands clenching in what seemed to be anger; Perhaps frustration. His head rose, small, visible tears in his eyes.

Surprisingly, you found yourself enjoying the fight a lot more than you would have expected. Kirishima, along the way, had found a spot beside you and had begun

 talking, blabbing about the fight itself and eventually found himself talking about his own quirk and yours.

Watching him blabber aimlessly and to what seemed like no end made something inside you flutter. It wasn't much, but it was something. Standing up to participate in his fight, he turned to you and held out a hand, grinning. "Let's go, teammate!"

You stared up at him, the same fluttering feeling returning. Taking a deep breath, you took his hand without a second thought and raced along the hallways with him to the fight you were bound to win.

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Reluctantly stepping into what was called the USJ, you stalked behind your classmates. Kirishima was by your side, eyes wide and scanning their surroundings in amazement. "Bro, this is so cool!" He nudged my arm, realizing my disinterest. "You alright, Y/N?" He asks.

"Yeah, Why?" You ask, shining him a genuine smile. He looked at you skeptically, his eyes morphing into those relative to puppies. The action made your heart jump. "W-What?! Nothing's wrong, Kiri." You nudged him away, laughing as the two of you ran caught up with the group.

Thirteen began his speech, rules, and warnings leaving his... mouth? Your eyes glided around the area, various areas in which you marked with names given by Thirteen. As you began to walk forward, Aizawa tensed up, whirling around. The familiar purple vortex in which was created by Kurogiri floated by the main plaza that stood as a main ground between the sections.

Your eyes widened, such plans never being told to you. You glared down at the ground, hands clenching as a few of your classmates backed up slowly. Aizawa ordered your return to the group as he jumped down a multitude of stairs. You stayed stoned in place.

Thirteen commanded your moving, and you did no such thing until Kirishima called to you, desperation in his voice. You whirled around, eyes glossy. Your legs shook as you took a few steps, terrified for what was to become of your new friends.

Kirishima ran towards you and wrapped his arms around you protectively. "It's alright. We're gonna get out of here and the heroes will take care of all this, alright?" His words didn't soothe my panic in the slightest as they might have in the past. In fact, they not only made my heart lurch, but it made the guilt unbearable.

As Thirteen led us away, Kurogiri swept before the class, his mist blocking off entrance. "Pardon the intrusion. We, are the League Of Villains." He introduced, his bright yellow eyes sweeping over you and Kirishima, narrowing at the closely held contact Kirishima kept you at. "And if you don't mind, we'll be taking back our little mole." His voice was negative of the once proper way he spoke. Venom now replaced the kindness he once held.

The class let out a collective gasp and people's eyes darted around. I glared at the ground before pushing myself out of Kirishima's arms. A few tears trickled down my cheeks as I pushed my way out of the crowd, wide eyes glued to my figure.

A wisp of Kurogiri's mist swirled around my shoulder as if it was a solid hand. I refused to meet Kirishima's eyes, though I knew from the silence he refused to meet mine, too. "Y/N!" Thirteens voice rung through the silence. "What are you doing?!"

Your voice broke as you began to speak. "Don't you get it?! I was never here to be a hero..." It was obvious to your classmates and the pro hero you, of course, had no opinion or choice in the matter. "I just f-fooled you all. Anything we had was fake, I can guarantee you that..." Your voice broke once again in the last few words.

"This is what happens when you get attached to hero scum, Y/N." His voice was barely audible. "This is why we needed you back. If you had stayed with them for too long, you would have abandoned us... You see why we can't have that, yes?" You nodded shrilly.

"Y-Y/N. Tell me it isn't true." A voice broke through Kurogiri's words, your heart smashing to the ground like glass. Your eyes darted up to meet the familiar pair of red ones. "There's no way you're a villain, right?!" His fists clenched at his sides while a few tears dripped from his eyes. "Tell me it isn't true, dammit!"

You felt your legs buckle under you. It wasn't supposed to happen this way! Not so soon! Kurogiri just laughed slightly. A portal appeared behind you, Kurogiri's voice ringing in your ears. "Go back to Shigaraki, Y/N. He'll have another job ready for you soon."

You didn't move. Your shoulders shook, silent sobs wracking your body as tears streaked down your face. You held your ribs tightly, wanting to curl into a ball of self-pity and tears and die there.

The class looked at you, glares and looks of betrayal, looks of pity. Kirishima's eyes stared at your shaking figure, his heart cracking. He shook his head, barely able to contain the evermore tears that tried to prick at his eyes.

He had gotten close to you, he'll admit that. Watching you cry there, crumpled in defeat, tore him apart. He tried his best to remember even your true allies had admitted they had grown on you., but the truth was, he cared none for the title of villain you were given. He cared more for the fact you had not told him- Sure, you had known him for a week, maybe two, but throughout those weeks, the two of them were inseparable. He had grown to care for you; Deeply, at that. Did that mean nothing to you? Kirishima pushed away the thought. Of course, it did, or you would have gotten to your feet and disappeared, leaving him there to crumble.

Kurogiri clearly had had enough of your rebellion and snapped, the mist dragging you into the portal. Kirishima's eyes widened, his skin instinctively hardening whilst his muscles screamed at him to grab you- Hold you in his arms, Keep you safe. 

You disappeared, and Kirishima's eyes drifted towards the battle in the plaza. A portal opened up beside the main villain, your crying figure rolling to the concrete beside him. He flinched, watching Aizawa stare at your figure too. Words clearly spilled from the cocky villain's mouth. His choice of sentences clearly got under Aizawa's skin, realizing that one of his 'students' truly was a villain. 

Though, it was clear he had no room to care for the fact she was a villain. He flew through the air, scarf wrapping around a villain and tossing him over his shoulder. Kirishima whirled around again, his fists and arms hardening. He looks towards Bakugo and nods, a snarlish grin rising on the Ash-Blonde's face. They both counted silently before, in almost unison, they broke forward. 

Bakugo erupted with taunts and threats as he burst forward, though no words could leave Kirishima's mouth. All he was focused on was you. The mist seemed to smile as they were suddenly engulfed in the dark purple substance.

Kirishima rolled to the ground, the feeling no longer concrete, but instead, rubble. He looked around in bewilderment, realizing he was no longer at doors of the USJ. Instead, he was surrounded by rubble and debris, Bakugo a few feet away and just as confused.

"Bakugo..." He said, eyeing the area.

"Yeah yeah, Shitty hair. Get your ass ready to fight so you can go get her or whatever!" Bakugo barked, his fist slamming into a villain that attempted an attack from behind.

"W-What?!" Kirishima jumped, slightly confused. "I was going to say--"

"That you like the little traitor. Yeah, We know!" Bakugo shouted throwing a villain Kirishima's way. "Heads up, Shitty Hair!"

Kirishima's eyes widened as a villain headed straight towards his face. He ducked, a hardened fist slamming the villain it into the wall. Kirishima whirled around and slammed another hardened fist into the villain that was close to hitting him above the head with a broken piece of pipe. The villain dropped the pipe, doubling over in pain. 

Kirishima thought over Bakugo's words before realizing what the male had sputtered were true. He was indeed thinking for you and only you. He wanted to get out of here with you- No, he was going to get out of here with you.

Without was not an option.

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[A/N] God! 2000 words yesterday and 2000 words today! Wonderful writing experience.
So, Honestly, I wanted to add a lot more to this one-shot but was uninspired to write the fight they were supposed to do during the Ground Beta arc, so I didn't.

I hope you enjoyed your requested one-shot, Purblood! I had fun writing it. I hope you guys enjoyed this, too. Don't forget to vote and request any one-shot ideas you guys may have.

With Love,
Toga~San!

Word Count: 4134

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