I am Destruction || Bakugo x reader (kinda)

Italics is English
Normal is Japanese

"Who are these guys?" I asked looking at the giant crowd of thugs.

"Low-level thugs," Simon replied, "we've been tracking them for a while now and we can solve this."

"OK," I nodded, "what would you have me do?"

He stifled a laugh before pointing to the door.

"Mind destroying the door?" he asked, I shook my head and pulled the glove off one of my hands before placing it flat on the door. It crumbled to dust and I moved back again and nodded to him. He smiled and sped past me in a giant overwhelming gust of wind.

"Whoa," I mumbled before looking over to see people flying around in a giant amount of wind. I pulled my glove on and stood up just to have something cold and sharp pressed against my throat.

"Stop now!" whoever was behind me demanded as he pushed himself and me into the doorway, Simon looked back at me in shock.

"Destruction!" he shouted, keeping my real name down low.

"It's OK," I replied before pulling my glove off again and placed my hand on the blade, it crumbled away, "don't touch me, scum."

"What did you say?" the man asked as I turned around before launching forward and getting the guy in a headlock and kicked his feet from under him.

"Oh yeah, I forgot, they don't teach Japanese as a second language," I growled, before grabbing his collar and swinging him around, letting him go and threw him into the warehouse where the rest were all in a pile, "I said: don't touch me, scum."

Simon let out a breath of relief and quickly tied everyone up.

"Good work," Simon praised me, "I was worried I was going to get someone killed for a second there."

"It's OK," I nodded, "I can get myself out of situations by myself, just keep fighting."

He nodded.

"You're stronger than you look, however, those gloves are quite inconvenient, don't you think?" he asked, "I know how I need to train you now. Your destroy quirk is freely taking over your body, am I right?"

"Yes," I nodded, "How'd you guess?"

"I may not look it, but I'm actually 58. I trained your parents when they came here," he replied.

"58?! You look 27!" I shouted in shock, he laughed nervously.

"I get that a lot," he replied before passing me a photo, "but see, proof."

I gawked at the photo of my parents as teens and Simon looking the exact same in the image.

"Hello Gale Winds," a man in a police outfit walked over with a ton of others, "We'll take over now."

He noticed me.

"Oh, who's this? A new sidekick?" he asked, Simon shook his head.

"No, an intern from Japan," Simon replied, "this is Destruction."

"Destruction, huh?" he asked, "thanks for helping out."

I nodded to him, not really knowing what to say.

"Alright, we'll see you later, Officer Mark," Simon waved and we walked away as people took photos of us walking away, "we have some intense training to do."

"Right!" I nodded determinedly.

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"Come on focus, y/n!" Simon shouted at me. I glared at him.

There were holes in the walls and floor all around and I was just stood in the middle of the training room, barefoot and barehanded.

"I can't focus any more than I already am!" I shouted, my patience officially reached.

"Stop shouting and get controlling!" Simon shouted back.

I internally growled and hit the wall again, it crumbled but not as much as usual.

Now we're talking!

Hell yeah!