Recovery Girl exhaled. “You need to understand what you’re asking for.”
“I already do.”
“You’re not bonded.”
“I know.”
“You’re imprinting—half-linked. That’s dangerous.”
“She’s still mine.”
The words dropped like a live grenade.
The kind that didn’t explode.
Just rang.
He shifted closer. His knee brushed her thigh. His hand—slow, careful—reached up and hovered just over hers. The one still clenched around that pendant.
“Rel,” he murmured.
No response.
Her pulse was faint. Sharp. Fractured.
Her Quirk—normally thick with weight and presence—was flickering around her in ghost-light pulses. Like it had cracked its casing. Like the field didn’t know what to do without her consciousness tethered to it.
“Your proximity is escalating her instability,” Recovery Girl warned. “I’ve got her on neural dampeners, but they won’t last more than another hour. Her father is en route—”
“She won’t make it to that.”
“Cassian Rosier will be here in three hours.”
“She doesn’t need him.”
Bakugo finally looked up. “She needs me.”
Recovery Girl’s eyes didn’t soften. But something behind them wavered.
She watched him, closely now. Not as a medic.
As a Bond analyst.
“You’re sure you can stabilize her field?”
Bakugo lowered his hand.
Touched hers.
Fingers over fingers.
He could feel it—the raw pulse of her Quirk under the skin. Flared. Surging. Wild. Not like energy. Not like power.
Like panic.
His fingers curled around hers.
“I’m sure.”
Recovery Girl hesitated.
Then stepped back. “Ten minutes. If she doesn’t regulate, I pull you out myself.”
He didn’t respond.
Didn’t need to.
Because his body was already moving.
He slid in beside her—knees to floor, one arm under her shoulders, the other wrapping lightly around her waist. Not pressure. Just contact.
The second her head touched his collarbone, his Quirk flared.
But not violently.
Not defensive.
Just… reactive.
The heat didn’t burn.
It wrapped.
Her field buzzed like a skipping heartbeat, but when his arms pulled her closer—when his breath hit the side of her temple and stayed there—the static slowed.
Barely.
But it did.
“C’mon, Princess,” he whispered. “You’re not gonna leave me like this.”
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Point of Impact ?Katsuki Bakugo?
FanfictionLegacy isn't inherited. It's earned. And in a world still recovering from war, everyone wants a symbol. Aurelia Ayana Rosier never asked to be a legacy. But when her mentor-Cassie Rosser, America's strongest hero-dies alone over Japanese airspace in...
