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Katsuki Bakugou believes this.
He’s a coward, he’s a cry baby, his quirk is Explosion but that means nothing if he’s afraid.
He doesn’t want to fight, he doesn’t want to be involved in a world where villains run wild, but with a quirk like Explosion, it’s not like he had a choice.
But Bakugou Katsuki is afraid, and really wishes for the day where he isn’t scared of everything.
Izuku Midoriya definitely knows this.
He’s a sadistic killer, a boy with knives up his sleeves, the boy who controls the playing field with a few tugs on people strings.
He’s quirkless, but he knows that he’s probably the most dangerous person on the battle ground, knives and guns flashing between fingers.
Izuku Midoriya is a sadistic murderer, and he’s ready to make a few…sacrifices… to get what he wants.
Maybe it starts like this.
Katsuki sits on the floor, curled up and crying, because Kirishima and Izuku got into another fight and Todoroki kept egging them on with the rest of the class and he just doesn’t want to be in there any longer than he has too.
He hears a knife being drawn. He curls up further.
He wanted to never take a step in U.A, the biggest…playground, to put it loosely, for villains. He’d rather be a hero, like Atomizer and Warper, but he was forcibly enrolled into the school because of his quirk, and he hates it.
He just wants to never be involved, or is that just too much to ask?
“Baku-chan?” a voice calls.
Katsuki snaps his head up, and begins to scoot back, because Shoto Todoroki, the overly cheerful boy who gave people frost bite and 3rd degree burns for fun is standing right in front of him.
“Baku-chan? Why are you on the floor crying?” Todoroki asks, head cocked to the side.
Katsuki, still on the floor, stares at Todoroki’s Grey and Purple eyes, before stuttering out “I…I…I was…um…you see…”
Todoroki only grinned further. “Well, if you’re not going to tell me.” He begins to say, letting frost build onto his hand. “I can give you frost bite and make you lose a few limbs, then you’ll tell me, right?”
Katsuki scoots further back, before colliding with a wall. “Um…Todoroki…err…please…I just…I mean I was…” Katsuki manages to say, blue eyes flicking between the frost on Todoroki’s hand and the classroom door.
Someone, please-
“Todoroki? What are you doing?”
Todoroki stops, the frost melting away as he turns to look who’s behind him. “Oh, hi Izu-chan!”
Katsuki’s blood goes cold.
“Oh, why hello there, Kacchan. We’re you crying again, coward?” Izuku says, a sneer on his face as he looks at him with purple eyes, flipping a knife in his hands. “I thought I told you to stop that.”
“Um…”
“Hey, Izu-chan!” Todoroki interrupts, a smile on his face. “Did you beat Kirishima? Did you? Did he die?”
Katsuki flinches at the word die.
“I didn’t kill the fucker, Todoroki. The bastard’s too useful. It would be a waste of good resources.” Izuku replies, pausing in his knife flipping.
“But did you win, Izu-chan?”
“Of course, I did.”
Katsuki stands up shakily, before creeping off, back to the classroom. If he is quiet enough, people won’t notice him. Hopefully.
As he slides back into his seat, scrawled with black ink from the people who hate him (Except, Mineta, who looks at him as if he’s not sure what to make of him, and Kaminari, who doesn’t really care about anything.)
He shrinks in his seat, and hope no one notices him.
(He wishes he was invisible instead of making explosions, sometimes, when he’s in the bathroom and stares at his dark hair and sad eyes.)
(He wishes that he was born quirkless, sometimes. Being powerless seemed better than being forced to become a villain.)