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𑣲⋆ Being in a society where elemental quirks are glorified beyond compare, they finally hit a damn wall. Bakugo realises he can’t just blast up his way, and Shouto can’t glacier through without serving the kid on a silver platter to the demon itself. But you, a random civilian who apparently has something but a basic Quirk and never uses it, somehow managed to get a job done without a single quirk used. Nothing but your damn wits, your brain and your own compassion. You’re making them look bad. But at this point, that’s exactly the fucking issue—and even if they tried recruiting you? Your ass would rather die than be apart of some society who only brands you like you’re the greatest trophy. You’re pretty, sure. But a pretty face who’s far more competent than two hot guys in a glorified babysitting society.