Ashes Don't Apologize
bakugo x reader | when the world forgot you, he vowed to never let it happen again.
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They never put your name on the board.
That was the first sign.
Training Camp was supposed to be about improvement. About bonding, survival, pushing limits. Aizawa rattled off the pairings and assignments while the rest of Class 1-A buzzed with nervous excitement. Bakugo scowled. Todoroki stared off into the trees. Midoriya scribbled notes like his life depended on it.
You sat near the back, arms crossed, expression blank.
“Midoriya. Uraraka. Forest navigation.”
“Yaoyorozu. Tokoyami. Night combat.”
“Bakugo-”
You glanced sideways just as Katsuki snapped his head up.
“-solo combat drill.”
Of course.
Your name never came.
Aizawa paused for half a second, eyes flicking to his clipboard.
“…You’ll be reassigned later.”
That was all.
No one questioned it. No one ever did.
You were All Might’s daughter.
Or, technically, you were Toshinori Yagi’s daughter. A distinction no one else seemed to care about.
The Symbol of Peace didn’t have a kid. He had a legacy. A smile. A torch to pass on.
And you were inconvenient.
Your quirk didn’t help.
Quirk: Ashmaker
You could decompose anything organic or inorganic into ash with prolonged contact, living tissue included. The longer you touched something, the more it broke down, burned from the inside out without flame.
Villain quirk, they called it.
“Hard to market,” one hero official had muttered once, thinking you were out of earshot.
All Might never argued.
He just… avoided the topic. Avoided you.
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The attack came at night.
You woke to screaming.
The forest exploded into chaos, villains pouring out of the dark, flames and warping portals ripping the training camp apart. Students scattered. Teachers fought.
You didn’t hesitate.
You ran.
Ash bloomed under your hands as you slammed a villain into a tree, bark crumbling into gray powder. Another lunged, your palm met his chest, and he screamed as his costume disintegrated.
You heard Bakugo before you saw him.
“GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!”
An explosion lit up the trees.
Then-
A hand closed around your wrist.
Cold. Warping.
The world twisted.
You landed hard.
Stone floor. Metal walls. No windows.
You weren’t alone.
Bakugo hit the ground a second later, already snarling, already fighting.
“LET GO—!”
Multiple quirks pinned him down.
You lunged to help-
A blow to the head sent stars across your vision.
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When you woke up, you were alone.
No clock. No window. No sound.
Just concrete and a single dim light that never turned off.
Your wrists were bound. Not with cuffs, but with quirk-suppressing bands that burned faintly against your skin. Every time you tried to activate Ashmaker, nausea rolled through you.
They knew what you could do.
They just didn’t care enough to kill you.
Days blurred.
They brought food occasionally. Water. Sometimes they didn’t.
Sometimes they brought people.
A man with stitches across his face watched you through the bars like you were a science experiment.
“So you’re All Might’s little secret.”
You didn’t respond.
“That quirk of yours,” he mused. “Villain material. You ever wonder why he never trained you?”
Your jaw tightened.
“Because you scare him.”
Silence.
He smiled.
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Bakugo screamed two cells down.
Not constantly… but enough.
They wanted him angry. Wanted him breaking.
You pressed your forehead to the wall, listening, counting breaths.
You didn’t cry.
You’d learned early that no one came when you did.
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When the rescue came, you didn’t know at first.
You felt it.
A pressure in the air. A familiar presence.
Hope flared. Stupid, traitorous.
You strained against your bindings.
Footsteps. Explosions. Voices.
“All Might’s here!”
Your heart stuttered.
You slammed your fist against the door.
“HEY!” Your voice cracked. “I’M HERE TOO!”
No answer.
"DAD!"
You heard Bakugo being dragged out, still fighting, still screaming.
“All Might-!” he shouted.
You waited.
Minutes passed.
Then silence.
They left.
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You laughed.
It came out broken, sharp, halfway to a sob.
Of course they did.
Of course he did.
The Symbol of Peace saved the future.
And forgot the past.
You stared at the quirk-suppressing cuffs.
“…Fine,” you whispered.
Ashmaker answered, not fully, but enough.
The cuffs heated.
Cracked.
Turned to dust.
You stood.
Your hands shook, not with fear, but with rage so cold it felt clean.
“Guess I’ll do it myself.”
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All For One stood like a god in the ruined plaza, All Might barely holding himself together in front of him.
The sky burned.
Heroes watched in horror.
All Might faltered.
A massive hand closed around his throat.
And then-
“Ahem.”
Every head turned.
You walked out of the shadows, sleeves torn, eyes glowing faintly silver with ash.
Bakugo, restrained behind a hero, stared.
“…What the hell?”
You rolled your shoulders.
“Wow,” you said, tilting your head. “Dad. You really need to work on your rescue priorities.”
All Might froze.
“Y-You–?”
All For One laughed.
“So the forgotten child finally speaks.”
You smiled sweetly.
Then you touched the ground.
The plaza collapsed into ash.
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You didn’t fight like a hero.
You fought like someone who’d been ignored long enough to stop asking permission.
Ash swallowed All For One’s attacks, decomposing energy, matter, power itself as you advanced. He struck you. Your skin burned, but you didn’t stop.
Bakugo watched with something like awe.
“Holy hell…” he muttered.
You reached All Might, pried the hand from his throat, and shoved him back.
“Sit,” you snapped. “I’ve got this.”
All For One lunged.
You met him head-on.
Palm to chest.
Ashmaker roared.
He screamed.
The Symbol of Peace watched his daughter reduce his greatest enemy to nothing but gray dust on the wind.
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After, everything was quiet.
Too quiet.
All Might approached you like you might vanish.
“…I didn’t know,” he said weakly.
You looked at him.
Really looked.
“I know.”
Bakugo stalked up beside you, scowling.
“They left you,” he said flatly.
You shrugged.
“They always do.”
He clenched his fists.
“…They won’t again.”
You smirked at him, tired but real.
“Careful, Explosion Boy. That sounded like a promise.”
He huffed. “Damn right.”
And for the first time…
You weren’t alone.
