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𝓀𝒶𝓉𝓈𝓊𝓀𝒾 𝒷𝒶𝓀𝓊ℊℴ𝓊, 𝓈𝓊𝒷𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓉𝓊𝓉ℯ 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒾ℊ𝒶𝓂𝒾

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                                      𝐈. 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔠𝔲𝔢

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#LiteraryBrewWeekend

ngl this was so fun

and i had to do a bleach

crossover, im here for

the bakugou as grimmjow

agenda but . . . bakugou

as ichigo . . . cmon now

edit credit . . . me & camtshie on insta

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            Bakugou was pissed. The jagged stone walls of the Seireitei twisted in ways that made no sense, shifting and looping like a goddamn maze meant to keep intruders running in circles. And worst of all, Todoroki was the only one he had to rely on.

            “We’re wasting time, two face!” Bakugou growled, leaping over a ledge and landing with a crackle of reiatsu beneath his feet. His tattered Shinigami robes flared as he turned back to glare at Todoroki. “If we’d gone my way, we’d already be at that damn tower!”

            Todoroki landed smoothly beside him, brushing off nonexistent dust from his Quincy uniform. “Your way led to a dead end. Twice.” His mismatched eyes flicked to Bakugou coolly. “So forgive me if I don’t trust your explosive sense of direction.”

            “Say that again, you—”

            “You’re yelling instead of moving,” Todoroki pointed out dryly, adjusting his Quincy glove. “We both know Midoriya doesn’t have time for this.”

            That shut Bakugou up—if only for a second. His jaw clenched as his mind flashed back to Deku—Izuku—bound in spirit-sealing restraints, his reiatsu completely suppressed, waiting to be executed at Sokyoku Hill.

            His fists curled, his reiatsu crackling with raw aggression. “Tch. Fine. But the second we get him back, I’m putting your ass into place.”

            Todoroki exhaled through his nose, something between amusement and exasperation. “Whatever helps you cope.”

            They turned a corner, sprinting toward what they hoped was the right path—only to stop dead in their tracks.

            A figure stood in their way, clad in the flowing black and white of a Shinigami captain. His silver blue hair gleamed under the pale light of Seireitei’s sky, and his ever-present, cruel smile stretched across his face, blood red eyes scorned toward them.

            “Well now,” Tomura Shigaraki drawled, his voice smooth yet carrying a dangerous undercurrent. “If it ain’t the two little invaders making a mess of our home.”

            Bakugou’s instincts flared. He knew that kind of presence—one that screamed predator. The spiritual pressure itself was enough to make them choke on nothing. His hand flexed over the hilt of his zanpakuto. “Get outta the way, freak.”

            Shigaraki tilted his head, his smile widening. “That isn’t polite. Here I am, just making sure guests don’t get lost, and you’re calling me names?” His fingers twitched, subtly itching at his neck, the motion like second-nature, yet Bakugou didn’t miss it. “I can’t just let you kids run ahead. Wouldn’t be very captain-like of me.”

            Todoroki stepped forward, his reiatsu shifting—controlled but cold, like a blade drawn in silence. “We don’t have time for this. Move.”

            Shigaraki let out a soft whistle. “Ooooh. So serious. I like that about you, Quincy. But rules are rules. And right now? The rule is—”

            He lifted a single hand.

            “—you ain’t gettin’ past me.”

            The air grew heavier, the weight of his spiritual pressure crushing down on them. Bakugou gritted his teeth. He hated to it it—but this guy wasn’t some low-level goon. This was going to be a fight.

            Todoroki exhaled. “This isn’t ideal.”

            “No shit.” Bakugou’s eyes burned with fury as he lifted his blade, his reiatsu flaring defiantly. “Fine then. We blow through him. Fast.”

            Todoroki adjusted his stance, Quincy bow forming in his hand. “Agreed.”

            Shigaraki’s smile stretched wider.

            Midoriya would have to wait.

𝓀𝒶𝓉𝓈𝓊𝓀𝒾 𝒷𝒶𝓀𝓊ℊℴ𝓊, 𝓈𝓊𝒷𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓉𝓊𝓉ℯ 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒾ℊ𝒶𝓂𝒾-[c]      
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