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Radiant and Arrogant (P2) - Bakugo x OC
2 reviewsYouko Okimi realizes that Bakugo wasn't playing around when he said he was going to be the best. This strikes an envy within Youko, will she be able to overcome this bump in her path to glory or wi...
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FAN MADE CHARACTER INFO
Name : Youko Okimi
Height : 5'5
Eye color : Magenta
Hair color : Peach
Quirk : Photochemical
Because of her glowing skin she can absorb energy from the sun like a plant (she can also absorb energy from light fixtures but she doesn't learn how to do this until later). This means she can also make food like a plant that way too. The more energy she stores the more she glows. The only way to get rid of the energy, (which results in her glow becoming less vibrant), is to make the energy into food or to exercise. If she's glowing at a high rate for longer than 10 seconds she starts to heat up which can result in her clothes and the things around her burning. She is always glowing a vivid amount unless she's in a life threatening condition. This, and sleeping, results in her light starting to dim. She can make damaging beams of light if she finds a way to redirect her light; kind of like a harmful flash light!
Weaknesses : Clothes burning when she reaches certain temps, outputting too much energy and result in her feeling very tired, worn out, and easily irritated, too much energy output can leave her becoming immobile.
Highest brightness when using her quirk as of right now : 338,000 Lumens
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CHAPTER 3, Lights Out
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I lay down in the middle of my mothers king sized bed. She is obsessed with fluffy and soft things and her bed definitely shows it. The only things ever touching the bed is me, her, and the thousands of random soft things she collects. When I lay down I'm automatically surrounded by walls of blankets holding me in place. For some, the bed might be too much or over stimulating but for me and mom It's the most relaxing thing just to lay down in. For a moment I close my eyes and think.
Shiketsu High School is a school with the 2nd best hero courses in the country, the first being U.A. high school. I’m not upset with how my life has taken a turn, I’m very grateful for someone seeing my potential and recommending me for hero courses in the first place. I mean without this opportunity my mother would have forced me to join the modeling business just like her mother did. It wouldn't be much of a change of pace with the life I live in the present. The truth is I’d be fine with my life turning in that direction, but I would’ve always dreamed about saving the lives of people. You wouldn't have ever known if you’d make a difference until you actually try.
I’m not just doing this for my happiness, my pride, the fame, and to surpass and gain respect from Katsuki. They are pretty good positives of this career path, but it's not the reason. What I strive for is to make people happy. I know it's cliche, but it's all I want in life.
Ever since I was little I’d watch my mother walk down the runway, and people would look at her in awe. Even the most dark and rigid people would brighten up just looking at her glow, literally. I want to make people feel that way too, and I’m going to achieve that in the only way I want to. I’m going to show people that my glow is hope. That my light is good enough to save lives.
I say this like I have the confidence of All Might, but really I’m scared to death. What if I haven’t trained enough? I have no idea what the entrance exam is going to be like! I have nobody to look to in this situation. I'm surrounded by Models and Fashion designers, I bet they don't even know that scissors can be used as weapons! I can’t even ask the one person I know for sure is going to try his hardest to be accepted into a hero course because I haven’t talked to him since Elementary. I don’t even know if we’d be compatible to be "friends” anymore. Or if he’s changed, or if I changed and I didn't even notice. At this point wouldn't this make us rivals, even if we don't go to the same school? As soon as I walk into those doors it's going to be the real deal. A part of me is excited because I know that I'm going to be something great. Whether or not I'm extraordinary at the start, I know I'm going to work harder than anyone to achieve my goals. Or, I hope I will.
All of a sudden I feel a shake. Then another, and another, until suddenly a muffled voice yells out and hits me on the forehead, "Get up... mumble mumble... sleeping beauty! Your God... mumble... has come to see how her baby... mumble" I lift my left hand to my forehead and squint my eyes to see who's awoken me from my nap. I look at a figure with slightly above average height and spiky hair that looks like someone familiar. Could it really be him? After all this time has he finally reached out to me? I rub my eyes to focus better on the figure. When my eyes finally focus, a bit of my excitement quickly fades, it wasn't him at all. Even with me finding out it wasn't him I still feel a rush of joy. I smile at the woman in front of me, "hmm? What did you say..?" I let out a big yawn and stretch both of my arms in the air. The Woman sinks into the side of the bed, and pats it in disbelief of how squishy the mattress is, "I've come to see how my god baby is doing! Your mother hasn't stopped praising you for deciding to attend Shiketsu ever since she found out. I'm really proud of you, Youko." She says while waving her left hand in the air and touching my hair with the other. "I'm sorry I haven't come to visit you more often... I always hear amazing things from your mother." She says with a pinch of sadness painted on her face. The woman then looks to the ground, "I wish you and Katsuki didn't have a falling out- I told him about you going to Shiketsu, and well... you know him." I bet he didn't even acknowledge it. Then the woman's demeanor turned back into that cheerful and determined attitude she always has, "Honestly, I think that's his way of being worried. He knows you're strong, Youko." I smile at her and hold her hand, "Thank you Mitsuki." She smiles right back. "Hey! What happened to my nickname?" I laugh at her and say, "Thank you, Mitsy."
We both walked out into a hallway right outside my mothers bedroom. Mitsuki's locking arms with me while we walk further down the long dark hallway to catch up with my mother. My skin’s glow reflecting against photos of my family's past, hung on the walls. Slowly walking towards the end of the hallway I started to remember how it felt to be little. I really miss the feeling.
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CHAPTER 4, Hating everything
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My mother comes into the kitchen while I'm trying to cool myself off from my daily training. "Baby, what's wrong? Your glow is low..." My mother says as she puts a hand against my forehead. I flick her hand away, "I'm fine! I've been training in the warehouse." She looks at me like I've hurt myself or something. "What mom? Do you want me to train somewhere else?" I say in an aggravated voice. "No, the warehouse is a good place- but I do need you to absorb more UV rays, Okay?" I give her a nod and walk out into the garden. Our house is extravagant, stunning, and perfect for our taste. I'm surrounded by beautiful flowers and plants, but all I can think about is how I'm not prepared for the future and it's making me angry if anything. I know I need to stop thinking so much, so I block these thoughts out of my mind and walk towards the warehouse to resume my training.
I punch a punching bag, at this point I can't even feel the pain from my knuckles. I've been thinking about things I don't want to, again. For reasons I can't explain, my thoughts have included Katsuki a lot lately. It might have been because I know he wants to be a hero too. Me thinking of him has reopened a wound, in a way. I punch the bag without noticing the punch was off center, "Agh!", My hand slips from the bag and hits the support holding it up. I hold the wrist of my injured hand while it starts to bleed. I look at the bag with a hatred I haven't seen in years. "Stupid bag! Go it hell!", I scream while trying to make the punching bag stand topple over. "Bag move! Just.. Fall!" I say trying to make it fall in all the ways I can. "Just fall over, damn it!" I say while I start to cry, "why won't you just let me... do this!?" I start to use my quirk making my clothes slightly start to sizzle. "I hate you stupid bag!" I release my energy out into the warehouse and it becomes too bright to see for a while. When the light finally fades the energy I used seems to be a little much for my body and makes me feel weak. I notice parts of my clothes are burnt, but a lot of my body is still covered. I look up at the punching bag and it's still standing there, barely even phased by my quirk. The only difference is the top has a little flame coming out, it looks rugged and slightly burnt. I get up slowly and put out the tiny flame with the rest of my water bottle. After the flame is put out I just stare at the punching bag like I was sorry for burning it or something. "Even after using all that energy I wasn't even able to do a lot of damage..." I touch the bag with my right hand to see if it was still hot. It wasn't, "Pathetic."
"Are you okay, baby?" I turn to the voice and it's my mother standing half way in the doorway, clinging to the right side of the big entrance into the warehouse. I look at her with a confused look but quickly look away, "Yea mom, I'm great." I can tell she's obviously worried and she wants to say something but for some reason she doesn't. I turn to where she was before and I see another figure with her. He wasn't surprisingly tall or had any crazy changes, but in a way he was exactly the same and drastically different all at the same time. On the outside I probably just look confused but on the inside I was feeling everything a teenage girl could feel seeing her past standing right in front of her. I opened my mouth and at first nothing came out but I tried again, "Katsu-tan?" I couldn't see his facial expressions enough to know what his reaction was to me calling him the nickname he hasn't heard since we were little, but I bet it wasn't much of a reaction knowing him. He walks a little closer to me and my eyes follow his movements. I finally see his eyes, as red as ever, as familiar as ever. He tilts his head slightly to the side, "Is this how you train, Taiyo? You think you're going to be accepted into the hero courses at Shiketsu training like that? Get yourself together." My eyes get bigger, he called me Taiyo? It's been so long I guess I thought he would’ve forgotten all about that nickname. I turn my body away from him while my face still faces his, "Is how I train a problem for you?" He puts his hands in his pockets, "Will you just shut up... and let me talk to you?" He seems like he’s forcing himself to say the second part of his sentence. Even so, I take what he's asked into consideration and sit down next to my training equipment. He looks at me with a confused look until I pat the ground beside me signaling for him to sit with me.
"My mom told me about how you got into Shiketsu." He says looking out the big entrance of the warehouse. I let out a laugh, "You're not calling her an old hag anymore?" I say with my hand slightly covering my smile. He looks at me furious, "Will you shut up! I'm just doing what that old hag's tried to make me do for ages!" I look at my hands and my skin starts to glow a bit brighter. I've always liked how his voice sounded when he was angry. I guess it's a bad thing to like, but his voice always sounds raspy when he goes through big emotions. Not to mention his voice has gotten deeper since the last time I've seen him. "Why haven't you come sooner? Are you only here because of your mom?" I look at him and I feel so bad inside. It's hard to explain but I feel like my happiness has been crushed. I know there's no reason for him to want to visit me but some part of me just wants to beg that he actually just wanted my company.
"I wouldn't have come if my mom didn't make me." My eyes fall to the ground in front of me and I think he could tell what I was feeling just then. He opens his hand and playfully sets loose a few low powered sparks, "I also wanted to see how prepared you were for that hero program, but I guess I don't have anything to worry about." I look up at him and he smirks at me, "You were my only friend." I say changing the subject. His face looks at me with a blank expression before his eyebrows furrowed with his normal manner. “You’re going to act like you don’t know why I left?” He says with an angry look while he stares at me. I stand up, “Do you really think I’d be asking a question like this if I already knew the answer to it?” I say with a furious voice while I look down at him. He stands up and gets in my face, “We’re not little kids anymore, Youko. I’m not afraid to hurt your feelings.” He knew this would silence me. “You’re still stuck in your own pathetic world. I mean why are you so upset about what happened when we were kids!? We were goddamn kids, Youko!” He says stepping closer, making me go a bit off balance. I catch my balance while I think about what he’s asked me. I look at my skin’s glow. It’s gotten brighter since the last time I’ve looked at my hands. “You knew you were the only friend I had and you just stopped being in my life altogether! Mitsuki had to beg you to come and talk to me before you actually came! You meant so much to me and you just left me! Why would you do that to me?! What the hell did I do!” I say with my hands wrapped around my stomach. I feel safer in this position, and I can feel this sinking feeling in my throat. It’s like I want to say more but I can’t explain my feelings. All I know is that I feel stupid for making a big deal out of something that shouldn’t still affect me now.
He looks at me with an appalled expression but then his face softens as he looks down at me, “It wasn’t much of your fault.” he says. “And since I know you’ll get into the hero program at Shiketsu it would make you and me rivals in the hero profession. We’d be forced to see each other at some point, so there's no reason to be caught up in the past.” I stare at him knowing that's the best answer he’d give me to my question at the moment. “Good luck with that.” I say in a whisper. He gives me a smug look before he turns towards the exit of the warehouse and walks away.
Name : Youko Okimi
Height : 5'5
Eye color : Magenta
Hair color : Peach
Quirk : Photochemical
Because of her glowing skin she can absorb energy from the sun like a plant (she can also absorb energy from light fixtures but she doesn't learn how to do this until later). This means she can also make food like a plant that way too. The more energy she stores the more she glows. The only way to get rid of the energy, (which results in her glow becoming less vibrant), is to make the energy into food or to exercise. If she's glowing at a high rate for longer than 10 seconds she starts to heat up which can result in her clothes and the things around her burning. She is always glowing a vivid amount unless she's in a life threatening condition. This, and sleeping, results in her light starting to dim. She can make damaging beams of light if she finds a way to redirect her light; kind of like a harmful flash light!
Weaknesses : Clothes burning when she reaches certain temps, outputting too much energy and result in her feeling very tired, worn out, and easily irritated, too much energy output can leave her becoming immobile.
Highest brightness when using her quirk as of right now : 338,000 Lumens
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CHAPTER 3, Lights Out
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I lay down in the middle of my mothers king sized bed. She is obsessed with fluffy and soft things and her bed definitely shows it. The only things ever touching the bed is me, her, and the thousands of random soft things she collects. When I lay down I'm automatically surrounded by walls of blankets holding me in place. For some, the bed might be too much or over stimulating but for me and mom It's the most relaxing thing just to lay down in. For a moment I close my eyes and think.
Shiketsu High School is a school with the 2nd best hero courses in the country, the first being U.A. high school. I’m not upset with how my life has taken a turn, I’m very grateful for someone seeing my potential and recommending me for hero courses in the first place. I mean without this opportunity my mother would have forced me to join the modeling business just like her mother did. It wouldn't be much of a change of pace with the life I live in the present. The truth is I’d be fine with my life turning in that direction, but I would’ve always dreamed about saving the lives of people. You wouldn't have ever known if you’d make a difference until you actually try.
I’m not just doing this for my happiness, my pride, the fame, and to surpass and gain respect from Katsuki. They are pretty good positives of this career path, but it's not the reason. What I strive for is to make people happy. I know it's cliche, but it's all I want in life.
Ever since I was little I’d watch my mother walk down the runway, and people would look at her in awe. Even the most dark and rigid people would brighten up just looking at her glow, literally. I want to make people feel that way too, and I’m going to achieve that in the only way I want to. I’m going to show people that my glow is hope. That my light is good enough to save lives.
I say this like I have the confidence of All Might, but really I’m scared to death. What if I haven’t trained enough? I have no idea what the entrance exam is going to be like! I have nobody to look to in this situation. I'm surrounded by Models and Fashion designers, I bet they don't even know that scissors can be used as weapons! I can’t even ask the one person I know for sure is going to try his hardest to be accepted into a hero course because I haven’t talked to him since Elementary. I don’t even know if we’d be compatible to be "friends” anymore. Or if he’s changed, or if I changed and I didn't even notice. At this point wouldn't this make us rivals, even if we don't go to the same school? As soon as I walk into those doors it's going to be the real deal. A part of me is excited because I know that I'm going to be something great. Whether or not I'm extraordinary at the start, I know I'm going to work harder than anyone to achieve my goals. Or, I hope I will.
All of a sudden I feel a shake. Then another, and another, until suddenly a muffled voice yells out and hits me on the forehead, "Get up... mumble mumble... sleeping beauty! Your God... mumble... has come to see how her baby... mumble" I lift my left hand to my forehead and squint my eyes to see who's awoken me from my nap. I look at a figure with slightly above average height and spiky hair that looks like someone familiar. Could it really be him? After all this time has he finally reached out to me? I rub my eyes to focus better on the figure. When my eyes finally focus, a bit of my excitement quickly fades, it wasn't him at all. Even with me finding out it wasn't him I still feel a rush of joy. I smile at the woman in front of me, "hmm? What did you say..?" I let out a big yawn and stretch both of my arms in the air. The Woman sinks into the side of the bed, and pats it in disbelief of how squishy the mattress is, "I've come to see how my god baby is doing! Your mother hasn't stopped praising you for deciding to attend Shiketsu ever since she found out. I'm really proud of you, Youko." She says while waving her left hand in the air and touching my hair with the other. "I'm sorry I haven't come to visit you more often... I always hear amazing things from your mother." She says with a pinch of sadness painted on her face. The woman then looks to the ground, "I wish you and Katsuki didn't have a falling out- I told him about you going to Shiketsu, and well... you know him." I bet he didn't even acknowledge it. Then the woman's demeanor turned back into that cheerful and determined attitude she always has, "Honestly, I think that's his way of being worried. He knows you're strong, Youko." I smile at her and hold her hand, "Thank you Mitsuki." She smiles right back. "Hey! What happened to my nickname?" I laugh at her and say, "Thank you, Mitsy."
We both walked out into a hallway right outside my mothers bedroom. Mitsuki's locking arms with me while we walk further down the long dark hallway to catch up with my mother. My skin’s glow reflecting against photos of my family's past, hung on the walls. Slowly walking towards the end of the hallway I started to remember how it felt to be little. I really miss the feeling.
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CHAPTER 4, Hating everything
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My mother comes into the kitchen while I'm trying to cool myself off from my daily training. "Baby, what's wrong? Your glow is low..." My mother says as she puts a hand against my forehead. I flick her hand away, "I'm fine! I've been training in the warehouse." She looks at me like I've hurt myself or something. "What mom? Do you want me to train somewhere else?" I say in an aggravated voice. "No, the warehouse is a good place- but I do need you to absorb more UV rays, Okay?" I give her a nod and walk out into the garden. Our house is extravagant, stunning, and perfect for our taste. I'm surrounded by beautiful flowers and plants, but all I can think about is how I'm not prepared for the future and it's making me angry if anything. I know I need to stop thinking so much, so I block these thoughts out of my mind and walk towards the warehouse to resume my training.
I punch a punching bag, at this point I can't even feel the pain from my knuckles. I've been thinking about things I don't want to, again. For reasons I can't explain, my thoughts have included Katsuki a lot lately. It might have been because I know he wants to be a hero too. Me thinking of him has reopened a wound, in a way. I punch the bag without noticing the punch was off center, "Agh!", My hand slips from the bag and hits the support holding it up. I hold the wrist of my injured hand while it starts to bleed. I look at the bag with a hatred I haven't seen in years. "Stupid bag! Go it hell!", I scream while trying to make the punching bag stand topple over. "Bag move! Just.. Fall!" I say trying to make it fall in all the ways I can. "Just fall over, damn it!" I say while I start to cry, "why won't you just let me... do this!?" I start to use my quirk making my clothes slightly start to sizzle. "I hate you stupid bag!" I release my energy out into the warehouse and it becomes too bright to see for a while. When the light finally fades the energy I used seems to be a little much for my body and makes me feel weak. I notice parts of my clothes are burnt, but a lot of my body is still covered. I look up at the punching bag and it's still standing there, barely even phased by my quirk. The only difference is the top has a little flame coming out, it looks rugged and slightly burnt. I get up slowly and put out the tiny flame with the rest of my water bottle. After the flame is put out I just stare at the punching bag like I was sorry for burning it or something. "Even after using all that energy I wasn't even able to do a lot of damage..." I touch the bag with my right hand to see if it was still hot. It wasn't, "Pathetic."
"Are you okay, baby?" I turn to the voice and it's my mother standing half way in the doorway, clinging to the right side of the big entrance into the warehouse. I look at her with a confused look but quickly look away, "Yea mom, I'm great." I can tell she's obviously worried and she wants to say something but for some reason she doesn't. I turn to where she was before and I see another figure with her. He wasn't surprisingly tall or had any crazy changes, but in a way he was exactly the same and drastically different all at the same time. On the outside I probably just look confused but on the inside I was feeling everything a teenage girl could feel seeing her past standing right in front of her. I opened my mouth and at first nothing came out but I tried again, "Katsu-tan?" I couldn't see his facial expressions enough to know what his reaction was to me calling him the nickname he hasn't heard since we were little, but I bet it wasn't much of a reaction knowing him. He walks a little closer to me and my eyes follow his movements. I finally see his eyes, as red as ever, as familiar as ever. He tilts his head slightly to the side, "Is this how you train, Taiyo? You think you're going to be accepted into the hero courses at Shiketsu training like that? Get yourself together." My eyes get bigger, he called me Taiyo? It's been so long I guess I thought he would’ve forgotten all about that nickname. I turn my body away from him while my face still faces his, "Is how I train a problem for you?" He puts his hands in his pockets, "Will you just shut up... and let me talk to you?" He seems like he’s forcing himself to say the second part of his sentence. Even so, I take what he's asked into consideration and sit down next to my training equipment. He looks at me with a confused look until I pat the ground beside me signaling for him to sit with me.
"My mom told me about how you got into Shiketsu." He says looking out the big entrance of the warehouse. I let out a laugh, "You're not calling her an old hag anymore?" I say with my hand slightly covering my smile. He looks at me furious, "Will you shut up! I'm just doing what that old hag's tried to make me do for ages!" I look at my hands and my skin starts to glow a bit brighter. I've always liked how his voice sounded when he was angry. I guess it's a bad thing to like, but his voice always sounds raspy when he goes through big emotions. Not to mention his voice has gotten deeper since the last time I've seen him. "Why haven't you come sooner? Are you only here because of your mom?" I look at him and I feel so bad inside. It's hard to explain but I feel like my happiness has been crushed. I know there's no reason for him to want to visit me but some part of me just wants to beg that he actually just wanted my company.
"I wouldn't have come if my mom didn't make me." My eyes fall to the ground in front of me and I think he could tell what I was feeling just then. He opens his hand and playfully sets loose a few low powered sparks, "I also wanted to see how prepared you were for that hero program, but I guess I don't have anything to worry about." I look up at him and he smirks at me, "You were my only friend." I say changing the subject. His face looks at me with a blank expression before his eyebrows furrowed with his normal manner. “You’re going to act like you don’t know why I left?” He says with an angry look while he stares at me. I stand up, “Do you really think I’d be asking a question like this if I already knew the answer to it?” I say with a furious voice while I look down at him. He stands up and gets in my face, “We’re not little kids anymore, Youko. I’m not afraid to hurt your feelings.” He knew this would silence me. “You’re still stuck in your own pathetic world. I mean why are you so upset about what happened when we were kids!? We were goddamn kids, Youko!” He says stepping closer, making me go a bit off balance. I catch my balance while I think about what he’s asked me. I look at my skin’s glow. It’s gotten brighter since the last time I’ve looked at my hands. “You knew you were the only friend I had and you just stopped being in my life altogether! Mitsuki had to beg you to come and talk to me before you actually came! You meant so much to me and you just left me! Why would you do that to me?! What the hell did I do!” I say with my hands wrapped around my stomach. I feel safer in this position, and I can feel this sinking feeling in my throat. It’s like I want to say more but I can’t explain my feelings. All I know is that I feel stupid for making a big deal out of something that shouldn’t still affect me now.
He looks at me with an appalled expression but then his face softens as he looks down at me, “It wasn’t much of your fault.” he says. “And since I know you’ll get into the hero program at Shiketsu it would make you and me rivals in the hero profession. We’d be forced to see each other at some point, so there's no reason to be caught up in the past.” I stare at him knowing that's the best answer he’d give me to my question at the moment. “Good luck with that.” I say in a whisper. He gives me a smug look before he turns towards the exit of the warehouse and walks away.
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