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“GOSH FREAKING DARNIT, BAKUGO!” Iida shouted obnoxiously loudly. 

“Shut the heck up! We can’t be heard!” Bakugo clamped a hand over his mouth. 

Iida yanked it off. “You got us into this mess!”

“Yes, and I’m going to get us out of it.”

“We’re stuck in the VENTILATION SYSTEM!”

“Shut the frick frack up!” Bakugo hissed. “Let’s go.”

The two of them continued crawling down the passage. “Why are we even here? I thought you didn’t even care about him!” Bakugo rolled his eyes, even though it went unnoticed by Iida, following him from behind. 

“Because,” he started, “I can’t stand to see the old place like this.”

Iida didn’t question Bakugo’s uncharacteristic sentimentality. After some time, they found light at the end of the tunnel. Bakugo carefully removed the vent cover and the two of them crawled out into the hallway. 

“It looks just like it used to... you’d think that this place would look a lot worse after the League of Villians took over.” Iida remarked. Bakugo continued down the hallway, and he followed. 

“If we can find whoever’s running this joint, we’ll be able to get some info.” They passed some familiar looking doors... 1-C, 1-B, and eventually 1-A. Iida looked a bit sentimental as the duo continued on. 

“Uh... don’t you think it’s a little...suspicious that there’s nobody else here? You’d think they’d want to keep people out of here.”

Bakugo looked forwards. “Makes it easier for us.”

Eventually they reached the old office of Principal Nezu. The bear-mouse hybrid was killed 6 months ago in the initial attack. 

“Whoever’s in control of UA is probably here.” Bakugo stated. He opened the door unceremoniously. Iida looked tense. 

“H-Hello?” 

No response. 

“Well, okay then.” 

They stepped in. Out of one of the side doors came a couple of the League of Villian’s henchmen. 

“FRICK!” Bakugo yelled as they surprise-jumped on him. Iida screamed, kicking one of them in the face. They fell to the ground. “Gosh hecking darnit.” Bakugo held a hand to his face. 

“WATCH OUT!” Iida screamed again, ducking as a rock was thrown in his direction. Bakugo saw it incoming and punched it to bits. 

“You just going to stand there, fricker?” Bakugo threatened, menacingly crackling from his hands. Iida took a fighting pose. 

“Actually, no.” She said. The two looked sort of surprised. “I don’t feel like dying. Go on.”

They looked at each other, shrugged, and proceeded to kick her ass. 

“They obviously must have come out of somewhere...” Bakugo opened the door the first lackey came out of. 

“Hey, Bakugo, you might want to come look at this...” Iida started, gesturing towards a hole in the ground.

Bakugo walked over. “Where did that come from?”

“It was under this box of fursuits.” They did not dare question it. “Should we go down?”

Bakugo peered in. “No stairs. Can’t see the bottom.”

“So no?”

“Hell yes, you fricker.” Iida looked sort of insulted, but shrugged it off. 

“We should at least find a rope or something so we can get out...” 

Bakugo looked over to the fursuits. A couple minutes later, they jumped into the hole with their impromptu escape device. 

“Oof.” Iida said upon impact. “Where are we?”

“I have no hecking idea. Let’s go.” Unsurely, Iida followed behind the explosive guy. 

They walked down the darkened corridor for a bit, and Iida flicked his flashlight on.  Bakugo stopped in his place and yelled “THIS IS LORD EXPLOSION MURDER AND INGENIUM FROM THE POLICE! SHOW YOURSELF IN THE NAME OF THE LAW!”

Iida thought it was ironic that Bakugo was the one yelling now. “I don’t think that’s going to help, Bakugo.”

It did, though. Someone came out of the shadows, eventually stopping in front of Bakugo and Iida. 

“...Is that a chain of fursuits?” The person asked, pointing to the rope Iida held. Immediately the duo recognized the person’s voice. 

Bakugo stopped. “...Frick.”

Iida’s eyes widened. Could it be? One of their classmates from UA had gone missing during summer break of their first year... this person sounded eerily similar. 

Bakugo just knew. And it was not right. 

“Deku...”

“Hello, Kacchan.” The person stepped into the flashlight’s beam. 

“WHAT?” Iida shouted. 

“Funny seeing you two here. It’s been, what, 4 years?”

Iida had no idea what to even say. Midoriya was one of 1-A’s most determined students. Sure, he didn’t like to socialize with the others very often, but Iida knew that despite being a loner, Midoriya was aiming high. 

And now the tables had turned, somehow.

“Fricking frick.” Bakugo seethed. 

“I’d love to catch up, but Shigaraki says I gotta kill anyone who comes in here.” Midoriya said nonchalantly. 

“Fricking Deku! You’re useless! You CAN’T BEAT ME!” In a rage, Bakugo thrust himself forwards and released an explosion directly into Midoriya’s face. He dodged, though, jumping onto the walls, surrounded in green electricity. 

“You sure about that? Because I’m not sure about that.”

Iida stood off to the side as his former classmates beat the crap out of each other. He had no idea what to do. In his heart, he knew that fighting Midoriya was wrong... but seeing Bakugo so ready to kill him caused confliction.

“WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?” Bakugo shouted, firing an explosion off but missing. “WHAT HAPPENED TO THAT LITTLE FRICKER WHO TOOK FRICKING NOTES ON HEROES?” He landed a punch in Midoriya’s gut, sending him flying to the other side of the room. 

“BAKUGO!” Iida screamed, not knowing what to do. 

Midoriya stood up. “If you think about it, there’s really no reason why I thought heroes were so great in the first place.” He stared Bakugo right in the eye. “Most of society is just being brainwashed into thinking all of this anyways.”

“What...what do you mean?” Iida said shakily. Midoriya turned to him. 

“Oh, well, it’s easy. For example, the man who uses his quirk to shock a woman unconscious on the subway and take her money? He’s doing it because he needs that money. And what does he get in return? Life in prison. That’s not fair, is it?” 

“Assaulting someone is bad!” Iida argued. 

Midoriya shrugged. “Well, the ends justify the means.”

Bakugo angrily threatened explosion. “You...you Machiavellian!” He charged forwards, but Midoriya caught his fist in his hand, then punched the explosive guy into the opposite wall. It left an impact mark as Bakugo fell to the ground. 

“This isn’t like you, Midoriya!” Iida shouted. “What would All Might say?”

Midoriya looked a bit surprised. “All Might wouldn’t think anything.” Iida froze in place. 

Bakugo groaned, attempting to lift himself off the ground. “...why?”

“Because I killed him.” Looks of horror spread across their faces. All Might had died two years ago, and his murderer had never been found. To think that it was the kid who admired him most... “And now I’ll do the same to you.” He brandished a knife, heading for Bakugo on the ground. 

Iida’s reflexes kicked in. “...NO!” He screamed. He approached Midoriya, but instead of plunging the knife into Bakugo’s head, he spun around and stabbed Iida in his chest. 

“FRIIIIIIIIIIIIICK!” Bakugo sprang up, punching Midoriya in the face explosively. “WHY DEKU WHY????” Looking at Iida’s limp body, he noticed the wound on Iida was exactly where his brother’s had been, four years ago. 

“You did this to me, Kacchan.” Midoriya said coldly. He pointed his knife at Bakugo. 

“HOW?”

“YOU were always telling me I couldn’t. YOU were always telling me I was useless. YOU made my life a living HELL.” Bakugo looked freaked out. “But it’s fine now. I’ve proven to the whole world that I CAN. They FEAR me. YOU fear me, Kacchan.”

“DON’T CALL ME THAT!” Bakugo attacked again, and missed again. 

“This is for all those times you told me I was a waste.” Midoriya kicked Bakugo into the wall again. 

“ GOD, DEKU, I’M SORRY!”

He walked over to the beaten guy. “This is for all those times you told me to kill myself.” He stabbed Bakugo in the arm. Bakugo screeched.

“This is for everyone who never believed in me.” He twisted the knife, and Bakugo screamed again.

“DEKU, YOU FRICKER!”

“DON’T CALL ME THAT!” Midoriya lost it. He screamed, and repeatedly stabbed Bakugo over and over again. Blood poured all over him, but he didn’t care. He stepped back. Bakugo’s mangled body laid before him. Giving it one last glare, Midoriya knew he had finally avenged himself.

On that day, Japan lost its number 15 and pi heroes.

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It had all happened so quickly.

The fight. All For One. Fighting off those edgy motherfuckers-

Shooting up into the air, towards an outstretched arm-

Missing-

And falling back down.

The last thing that he thought was I’ll never get to be a hero.

Please, god, dead relatives, anyone. If you’re real, save me .

And turns out, he was saved. Though the intervention came from a slightly lower realm.

“Oh thank god. ”

Bakugou wakes up to choked sobbing, someone clutching his arm loseley. The hand is calloused, but slightly familiar.

Oh .

He’s seen him lurking around the villain’s hideout, standing in the corner of the room. Never saying anything to him.

But the staring .

It was going to kill him.

He had shouted rude things, curses, to try and get his old friend to talk.

But Deku never said anything.

He didn’t even look him in the eye.

But now, here he is. Sobbing, into his elbow.

Bakugou tried to pull away, but he can’t bring himself to. His whole body hurts , hurts so much. It’s the worst pain he’s ever been in his life.

More then when-

“What the hell .” Bakugou breathes, chest feeling tight, and throat even tighter. “What the HELL, DEKU?!”

He looks up, eyes bloodshot and puffy. His expression is one of absolute misery, remorse. He looks like he’s aged twenty years since the last time they met.

Smoke

Paper

And idle threats

“I’m sorry-“ Midoriya’s crying again. He leans down, head in his hands. “I’m so, so, sorry-“

“Cut the bullshit.” Midoriya looks up. There’s snot on his nose.

“Why- why the hell were you there- where are we?!”

Midoriya wipes his eyes, mumbling some hurried apology. “Yes - sorry, I should’ve explained.”

He wrings his knuckles, a habit that Midoriya picked up from Bakugou when they were kids. Or Bakugou picked up from Midoriya. Who knows.

“I... remember the day I disappeared?” Bakugou nods, fists uncurling at his tiny voice.

“Well - some stuff happened, and I met All Might.” He looks ashamed. “And - I asked him if I could be a hero without a quirk.”

He takes a shaky breath.

“He said no.”

Bakugou’s heart sinks. He thinks he knows where this is going.

“He left me, on top of the building we were on - and - well - I took your advice.” He looks out the window.

“I jumped.”

Bakugou blinks.

“Oh.”

He’s not really able to process what Midoriya just told him. His mind is numb.

But an image surfaces to mind.

Midoriya’s broken, battered, body, laying on some city sidewalk, slowly bleeding to death, knowing he couldn’t even kill himself right -

“The League found me, nursed me back to health, and you can probably guess what happened next.”

Bakugou is silent for a few seconds. Maybe even a minute.

“So what, that’s your excuse?” Midoriya looks away, face dropping to a cold mask of pain. “That’s your excuse for letting them fucking kidnap me? For letting them -”

“I’m sorry, okay?!” Midoriya is shouting now, face contorted into one of intense anger and misery. “They were going to kill you, and I saved your life .”

“The only reason that they were able to capture me in the first place was BECAUSE OF YOU, JERKASS! YOU TOLD THEM WHERE I WAS!!”

“WELL MAYBE IF YOU HADN’T ACTED LIKE SUCH A PIG-FACED FUCKWAD SHITBUG, THEN THIS MIGHT NOT HAVE HAPPENED!”

Bakugou opens his mouth, and then shuts it.

“Exactly.” Midoriya is out of breath, and his voice is scratchy. His eyes are red, and, oh no, he’s crying again . Fat, wet tears roll down his face, and he buries his face in his hands. “Now- now you’re thinking, aren’t you?” He wraps his arms around himself, curling into a defensive stance and crying silently.

Bakugou’s chest catches. He wants to reach out, to say something , but he just can’t, his armor of pride and anger feels claustrophobic.

“Fuck, I-” Izuku looks up, face red and eyes squinched. “You what? ” He sniffs, and stands up, fists shaking. “You’re apologizing now? I - I thought -” He turns the other way, tears flowing again. “I… I thought that if I saved you, we could be friends again.” He murmurs.

Bakugou looks the other way, head filled with anger and guilt. Most of the anger is directed towards himself.

“I’m sorry.” The words escape his mouth before he can stop them. Izuku looks up.

“You…”

“You - you fucking heard me.” He clamps his mouth shut to prevent any more signs of weakness.

Izuku looks confused. But then, a tear escapes his eye, and he’s crying.

“Oh, what the fuck Izuku?!” Izuku’s a crying mess on the floor, and Bakugou wishes the floor would swallow him up. “I - fuck you, stop being - an emotional little shit -”

“I’m sorry,” Izuku sniffs, but he’s smiling, his face is light, he doesn’t look like he’s drowning in despair for the first time since Bakugou woke up, “I just - I’m happy.”

“We’re not friends. But that doesn’t mean - that doesn’t mean that I wanted you dead -” Bakugou bites down on his tongue to prevent himself from saying anything stupid.

Finally, Izuku cleans himself up, and, fucking finally , he stops crying.

“I should… I should try and find a way back to UA.” He mumbles. “Or at least let people know your not dead.”

“People think I’m dead?” Bakugou grumbles.

“Actually, regarding your disappearance…”

Twenty minutes later, Bakugou Katsuki storms right into his own funeral.

“‘Sup fuckers.” He laughs.

Bakugou never hears from Deku again.

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Uraraka’s footsteps echoed on the floorboards. She was investigating a series of disappearances. She had graduated from UA about 6 years ago then had been a sidekick with Gunhead for 2 years, then became a standalone hero. Occasionally, she would collaborate with some of her old UA friends like Tsuyu or Tenya, and a few times she had even got to work with Izuku. Their hero work had been going well, but one fight, one fucking fight , went wrong. Uraraka got sloppy and let her guard down, opening herself up to a hit from All for One. Izuku jumped in front of her at the last minute and took the blow. As soon as he went down, the rest of her group retreated. In the aftermath, they couldn’t find him. He was presumed dead. In Ururaka’s opinion, they should have searched more.

Uraraka shook her head violently. I have to focus, I can’t let old memories distract me. Heroes had been going missing in Housou again and she didn’t have time to get caught up in three year old grief. As she patrolled the basement of a decrepit building, a feeling of unease began to seep into her. As seconds turned to minutes, anxiety mounted. However, she soon noticed something that signified her goal was near: a faint, distant laughing. Uraraka shuddered, but kept moving. I’m going to save Housou and it’s citizens.

As she turned each corner, the laughing subsided abruptly. Shit, they might have noticed me. She froze for a few seconds, but when there was no sound of pursuit, she continued onward. After turning the final corner, Uraraka was greeted with a horrible sight.

Aoyama hung limply, chained by the wrists to the ceiling. He was covered in small nicks and cuts, nothing serious, but where his belly button lazer should have been, there was instead a wretched scar. On the walls around him, she saw other heroes, some injured, some unharmed, and some dead.

“What- the hell?” Uraraka stuttered, trying not to vomit. Aoyama twitched.

“...U-uravity? You… shouldn’t… you shouldn’t have come for us.” He coughed and blood spattered onto the ground.

Uraraka heard the laughing again, quickly floated herself and leapt to the ceiling. Soon after, a small figure entered the room. After a moment, she realized it was Toga, an old member of the League of Villains.

“I don’t get it. Why does Mister Acey want all these useless heroes? Without All for One, it's not like we can steal most of their quirks. Sure, this pretty boy-” she gestured to Aoyama- “had a quirk I could just cut out, but most of them need him to help out.” Toga walked over to a panel and pressed a button, making Aoyama’s chains jolt as he was dragged towards the wall. A second later, another figures chain jostled. Uraraka recognised the figure to be Yaoyorozu, another one of her old classmates.

Are they targeting UA? Toga walked over to a small cupboard near the corner of the room and grabbed a list, a knife, and a bag of cookies.

“Okay Yao-Yao, Mister Acey wants more stuff from you.” Momo let out a tiny grunt, that seeming to be the only sound she could muster. Uraraka noticed with horror that all the captives here looked extremely malnourished. “Acey wants 200 milligrams of tungsten carbide, 5 pounds of steel alloy, seven feet of copper wire, and a 3 x 5 sheet of polyester fabric. Get started.”

With a quiet cough, Yaoyorozu’s skin began to glow. A small block of silver metal dropped to the ground and Toga gave her one of the cookies. She devoured it quickly, seemingly desperate for any food.

“I don’t know why you get cookies, the others just eat what we tell them. Mister Acey says it has something to do with your quirk or something.” Toga looked at the list again, then said, “okay, now the steel.”

Momo’s skin started glowing again and a stick of steel began to grow. However, she soon froze and the metal was left protruding out of her skin. Toga smiled sickly, then started laughing as she lifted the knife.

“That’s not five pounds, YaoYao dear.” Momo didn’t even have the energy to scream as Toga gleefully slashed the knife through the tender skin on her neck. It wasn’t a deep cut and it didn’t hit an artery, but blood still began to drip from the wound. Toga jumped backwards, giggling happily as she watched the blood run down her shoulder and drip to the ground. Soon, she came back to her senses and gave her another cookie. “Try again, pretty girl.”

“That won’t be necessary, Toga. Step aside.” A figure enters the room.

“Aww, c’mon, Mister Acey! We were having so much fun!” she pleaded, smiling brightly. The new figure stiffens, then says, “Toga, I’d prefer if you didn’t use nicknames when we have guests. It makes us look unprofessional.”

“Guests? What do you mean, Mr Acey- oh, sorry. Acius. There’s no one here other than us and all these pretty heroes for me to play with! ” she said with a giggle.

“Look up.” Acius paused, then looked up. “Hello, Ochaco. It’s good to see you.”

Uraraka was floored. Literally. It had only happened a few times before, but sometimes, when she was so shocked or upset by something, her quirk just deactivated. She hit the ground with a sickening thud. She quickly righted herself, setting herself up in a defensive position. The figure in front of her, Mr. Acius as Toga called him, was Izuku Midoriya.

“You. you were dead. We all thought you were dead . I watched you die, you died for me, you’re supposed to be dead- you’ve been dead for years , Deku!” Uraraka began pacing the floor. “Your mom will be so happy! All Might and Aizawa have been, well, bad, since you died. Aizawa had to start therapy again from the grief of it, but your alive , you’re alive and-” Uraraka paused. “Why are you here with the League of Villains? Why do they call you Acius? Are you captive here?”

“Uraraka. I never died.” Izuku turned to her, and there was a deadness to his eyes that made her breath hitch. His whole body seemed to be scarred. His hair was oily and unkempt. He gave her an emotionless smile, then said, “Hello, Ochaco. I’m Acius, the Vice-Head of the League of Villains.” Before Uraraka could react, she felt a sharp stabbing in her arm. Within seconds, she began to feel nauseous.

“Night-night, Ocha-chan,” Toga sang, smiling as she emptied the contents of a syringe into Uraraka’s arm.

Uraraka awoke slowly. First, she began to hear the sounds around her. There was the soft hum of air condition and a quiet jingling of metal. Soon after, she felt a horrible ache in her right arm and in her wrists. She was cold, hungry, and tired. Finally, her eyes blinked open. In front of her stood Izuku. In her half-awake stupor, she forgot what had occurred earlier.

“D-deku… help me… The- the League of Villains captured me… I… I need your help, Deku… please…”

He chuckled softly, then responded.

“I think you’ve forgotten something rather important, Ochaco.” Izuku smirked. “You need to wake up.” He snapped his fingers, then she felt a sickening pain in her back.

“Oh woww…” Toga giggled, “you’re blood is just pouring, Ocha-chan! It’s really pretty…”

“Not now, Toga.”

“Okay, Mister Acey,” she pouted, handing him the knife. “I guess you can play with her too.” She shuffled out of the room, seemingly downtrodden. Uraraka looked up, pain in her eyes, and stared at him.

“What happened to you, Izuku?”

“What happened to me?” He laughed hollowly. “When the League of Villains took me, I was originally quite upset, as you could imagine. I was here for months, in this very room, chained up like you were.” Acius twisted the knife in his hand. “It was a rough time. Dabi would come in, demand me to answer questions or use my quirk for their purposes, and whenever I refused, Toga would get to make a cut. For a few weeks I fought back. Suffered the pain, stuff like that.” He looked down for a second. “...but none of you came to save me.”

“I wanted to keep looking, Deku, I swear, but All Might told me not to, he’s so sad without you, Deku! He had to be admitted to a mental hospital , he was so depressed when-”

“STOP LYING TO ME!” Deku shrieked, emotion overflowing his voice for the first time.

“...don’t lie to me.” Tears streamed down his face but the only emotion that was evident there was hatred. His eyes were alight with rage, and he raised the knife and made a deep cut through Uraraka’s lip.

“Say another word and I’ll have Toga come play,” he hissed. His whole body crackled with green electricity and his knuckles were white. “I waited. After a few weeks, I stopped fighting. I didn’t want them to kill me.” He threw the knife to the ground. “I waited for so long, Ochaco.”

“Deku…” Uraraka sputtered, trying to speak through the blood that was bubbling over her mouth. The taste filled her mouth and she tried not to gag.

“I thought I told you to SHUT YOUR MOUTH, OCHACO!” Acius screamed, punching her square in the gut. He stumbled towards the cupboard, grabbing any weapon he could. He whipped around with a knife in hand and ran towards her. At the last second, he collapsed, falling onto Uraraka. He dropped the knife and began to sob.

‘I waited… so long.” He embraced her tightly, and continued, “I was sure that someone would come. Someday, someday you would come for me.” Acius pushed away from her, tears stopping abruptly. “But nobody came. I gave up. I did die, Uraraka. I died because none of you saved me. I was a husk for months. No heart. No soul. I died, and you all killed me.” Uraraka tried to speak, but couldn’t.

“I gave up. I gave myself over to the League. They took care of me. And you know what, Ochaco? They’re right.” He picked up the knives scattered on the ground and threw them towards Uraraka. One landed in her leg and she flinched, but couldn’t scream.

“We’re liberating the world, Ochaco. We’re taking the quirks away from those that don’t deserve it. It’s not fair that some people are born without quirks and have to live like others. We’re gonna take them all, Ochaco, we're gonna liberate the world from these sick things we call quirks -” Acius froze. He shuddered violently, then looked back up to Uraraka. All his previous emotion was gone. His face dead, eyes muted, smile empty.

“Sorry. I got carried away.” He slowly cleaned up all the weapons lying around the room and put it back in the storage cupboard.

“We’re done here.” He turned to the hallway and called to Toga. “Toga dear, I think we’re done with this one. You’re free to play with her as you wish.”

Toga laughed, a sick, wretched sound. As Acius left the room, Toga entered and grinned.

“Did you hear that, Ocha-chan? You’re my plaything now.”

It wasn’t supposed to go like this.

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Today I’m starting my first year at UA! Am I nervous? Absolutely. I still have no idea how to use my quirk. I’m bad at making friends. There’s no way I can stand with these people. There’s no way I can stand with All Might. Yeah. 
There’s a lot of expectations I have to live up to and I’m not sure if I’m gonna be able to. 
But! This is a dream I never thought would happen! So....one step at a time, I guess? 

——

Today was interesting....Our teacher apparently thinks it’s okay to just expel people on the spot? I can’t tell if he was joking or not. He was gonna kick out whoever got last in some quirk testing today. Which was me. I’m already a failure. He kept me in for some reason, which I’m glad for, but uh.....I feel like I’m not good enough to be here. 
Also, the other students are nice. Nobody really talked to me, though. 

——

We had another test today. 
They put me against Kacchan. 
I don’t know why they let him stay. 
He tried to kill me. 
I didn’t say anything about it. If I did, he’d try to kill me again. 
Uraraka or Iida should have said something. Or All Might. 
Nobody here seems to recognize an actual bad kid! What do they see in Kacchan, anyways?

——

Finally sat with some other people at lunch. I think Uraraka and Iida kind of felt bad for me after what happened yesterday. (They said that I was pretty cool for standing up to Kacchan, but I’m pretty sure they were just patronizing me.)
I’m glad I have some friends, though. A lot of people at this school seem to be pretty unaffected by violent behavior. 
At lest Uraraka and Iida understand??? 
I dunno. This school is questionable. 

——

I don’t want to go to this school anymore
I don’t know why anyone thinks keeping this place open is okay. 
There’s probably hundreds of villains who want us dead now and UA’s doing nothing about it

——

All Might told me not to worry about it. I don’t even know if I can trust the UA staff to keep us safe after that. 
I don’t know how All Might keeps up being a hero. He says I shouldn’t give up on my dream just because of one incident. 
I still want to be a hero. I really do. But I can’t even be sure if I can stay safe at my own school. 

——

UA’s still holding the sports festival? I’m sure a great way to protect your students after an attack like USJ is to literally televise them all over the country. 
I’m gonna try to get out in the first round. I don’t need any villains knowing who I am. 

——

One thing I’ve realised recently is that I still have no idea how to use my quirk. 
How do I fix that?

——

Apparently there’s this hero killer running around and murdering people in the name of his ideals. He seems to think that heroes just fight for money. An intriguing thought.  
I certainly wouldn’t

——

You’d think after years of watching this competition I’d be excited to be in it? 
None of that. I’m not gonna play a game that puts me in danger. 

——

Hooray! I lost!
Kacchan won. To nobody’s surprise. I’m annoyed he still goes to this godforsaken school. 

——

Iida’s brother apparently was fatally wounded by the hero killer
We got into this big argument. He kept saying how he was gonna kill Stain or something. It was stupid, basically suicide. Apparently looking out for his own safety means I’m not a ‘true hero.’ I haven’t talked to him since. 
Are there even true heroes? Everyone at this school has done questionable things. 
Doesn’t get in the way of them being a hero. 
Uraraka’s concerned about us. She’s too nice. 

——

So All Might got me to intern with this old man named Gran Torino- he’s helping me control One For All! Finally, one good thing that’s happened to me. 
All Might’s literally my mentor though. It’s ironic he has no idea how to help me.

——

I’m so done with this shit
Iida managed to find Stain and tried to kill him. I found them. I tried to save Iida. 
Endeavor and his son took down Stain together. 
Stain kept going on about how I’m a ‘true hero.’ I’m not above all the other heroes. I’m not even the best in my class. 
I’m such a coward. 
Iida’s dead because of me. 
Or is he?
It’s his fault I’m in this mess anyways

——

If I have to read one more article about Stain I swear I’m going to kill someone
Nobody will let him die in peace.

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I told All Might I’m dropping out of UA. 
He said not to. I’m learning how to control my quirk. This is my dream, he says. 
Uraraka agreed. Apparently everyone in 1A is turning a blind eye to the danger. 
I don’t want to be a hero anymore. 

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There’s a summer training camp they want us to go to? No thanks. I’m taking the summer off from all this hero crap. Maybe I’ll  feel better after I’ve had time to sort through all the things that are happening

——

The training camp got attacked. 
I don’t care what All Might or Uraraka say. I’m quitting UA. 
Mom, fortunately, agrees with me. 

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So I’m doing some personal training outside of school now. If I inherited the strongest quirk in the whole country, I might as well do something with it. 
I haven’t talked to All Might in weeks. I’m sure he’s extremely disappointed. 
Uraraka was, too, but she gets it. I still talk to her. 

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The world is one messed up place right now.
That fucking League of Villains destroyed an entire town. All Might’s out of commission. 
Apparently Tokoyami got killed in the fight
I texted all my former classmates to drop out if they value their lives. 

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Stain sent me fan mail from prison? He says now that All Might is no longer fighting, I have to take over his position. 
I don’t think he knows I dropped out! At this point I’m the least qualified person to become the number one hero. 

——

Sometimes you’ve just gotta ask the existential questions: what does make a true hero?
I’m not sure how ‘heroic’ all the UA guys are after all they haven’t done to protect their students. Literally two have died in the span of 3 months. 
I can admire anyone who goes out and fights and risks death. I don’t have that courage. 

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One For All training is coming along? Sort of? I can easily fight without breaking my bones, and I’ve been increasing my max power output too. It just sucks that Recovery Girl can’t magically fix my injuries anymore. 
Mom says I should stop training entirely! I don’t want to be a hero, so what’s the point?

——

Yeah, I know I sound like a hypocrite, but I kiiinda wish I didn’t drop out...I sorta realized I still want to be a hero. 
There’s no way they’ll let me back into UA. And other schools aren’t upperclassmen-inclusive. 

——

So I tried resolving some petty fights on my own. 
Yeah, it’s heroic, and nothing like UA, and I can handle myself, but it’s also illegal.

——

My little crime-solving plan is working out really well! I just have to stay out of open areas where I could get taped. 
I am so glad I decided to throw the sports fest. It would really suck right now if everyone knew what I looked like.

——

So the police caught me. They didn’t arrest me though
I’m helping people though. Why is this illegal? Just give me a provisional license. If 1A, who aren’t half as heroic as me, can get theirs, so can I.
I’m ignoring the police for now. Nothing I’m doing is bad!

——

Uraraka’s not exactly on board with what I’m doing... Everyone in 1A wants me back. 
I like my hero work better, though. I’m doing more good than them right now, without the League of Villains trying to murder me all the time.

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Lmao lost the notebook in my room for a few months. 
The police haven’t caught me again! I’ve kinda made a name for myself...They call me the Green Ghost. I’ve got my own hero costume of sorts. (It’s recycled from my UA one)
And I’m getting stronger! Ironically, I’m learning more about One For All without All Might.

——

The police actually arrested me this time. I gotta get out of here. 

——

Stain apparently figured out that I’m the Green Ghost?? I have no idea how you do that from prison. He sent me another letter. Apparently he wants me to be his successor. I don’t really have a problem with hero society. I just want to be a hero without hero school culture. 

——

All Might visited
He wants me to stop. Come back to UA. 
I told him no. 
I don’t think I’ll be talking to him again. 

——

So I ran from home to escape the district. There’s too many people who could expose my identity there. 
Someone wrote an article about me, too, in the local newspaper. So if anything, I’ll just gain fame from here. 
I don’t know why the UA guys haven’t thwarted my identity yet. Do they just not care, or support me, or just want to protect me?
In any case, the only person I’m really keeping in contact is Uraraka. She’s my self restraint. If it wasn’t for her, I’d probably be dead from the vigilante-ing. She gives me info from her classes, too, so I’m still learning things!

——

I miss Mom. 
But she’s in the way of my success as a vigilante. 
There’s a lot of people I miss. 
I wonder how Iida is. 
Wherever he is. 

——

So I had my first super-public fight today. 
It was quite nerve-wracking, to say the least. Nobody will stop talking about me in the news. They’re all asking if I’m a good guy or a bad guy. 
Am I questionable just because of my vigilante label? That’s a stupid way of looking at the good vs. bad struggle. 
Soo I have to move around from now on. My UA history, I fear, is gonna get me busted. 
I told Uraraka to tell everyone to keep quiet. She did. She’s so nice. 

——

I hate being alone all the time

——

Bakugo is still at UA. I wonder what he thinks of me now. I wonder if he ever got better. 

——

Now that I’ve been broken into the news, I can’t stop getting into big fights. 
It’s becoming an everyday thing! 
I really like it, actually. It feels good to just let out all my pent-up rage on a bad guy. 
That sounds messed-up, doesn’t it?

——

I feel bad for saying ‘bad guy’ in that last entry. It’s kind of hypocritical if I say the vigilante term is being misused when I’m misusing bad guy. 
They have their motivations. They’re just terribly misguided. 

——

I saw Green Ghost merch on sale??? Those merchandizers really hop on popular things. 

——

I wish that I could’ve just said no to All Might. 
My life has been completely ruined. 

——

I really don’t write in here as much as I used to, huh?

——

Uraraka and I saw each other for the first time in forever. She’s a third-year now. 
She was really concerned with my mental state, since I’m alone all of the time...
We’re totally worlds apart. She’s on her way to becoming a great hero. I’m a questionable vigilante. 
I’m glad she still likes me, though. That’s one person. 

——

I’m so stupid
See, you do one thing wrong and suddenly you’re the bad guy. 
They think I’m the bad guy now.
Yeah, I know I’ve been walking the tightrope between society’s ideas of good and evil. 
I feel so terrible. 
I have to win their approval back. 

——

I went to the funeral of the people who died in the building damage. 
I’m a horrible person. 

——

It’s frankly a miracle I’ve managed to stay undercover for so long. 
It’s also really strange to be seen as the bad guy. Now people just freak out whenever I arrive to the scene and literally defeat someone causing destruction. 
It’s so dumb! Heroes accidentally kill people in attack fallout, and they’re not classified as ‘bad’ for it. 

——

They finally gave Stain the death penalty today. I don’t think that’s fair. 
He was a good guy, he just had totally messed-up ways of asserting his ideals. 
I stand by the idea that murder of an innocent is terrible.

——

1A graduated today! Uraraka wanted me to attend the graduation, but honestly, I can’t be seen in public anymore. 

——

Apparently I’m on the wantedlist now

——

Endeavor hunted me down. 
Endeavor literally hunted me down and tried to kill me. 
So I killed him in retaliation. 
I feel so, so, SO terrible
No wonder everyone thinks I’m a bad guy. 

——

Uraraka called and said Todoroki thanks me. That doesn’t make me feel any better about anything. 
I hate myself.

——

Endeavor was abusive, right? He didn’t deserve to be a hero. 

——

So everyone thinks I’m a villain? Fine. Let them think so. 
If I’m doing them a service, and they refuse to accept it, let it be.
Society is full of stupid, hypocritical people, anyways. 

——

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He woke up with a gasp, sweat was trickling down his face as he tried to calm down his breathing. That was 10 years ago. Why was he remembering it again. Fuck he was shaking, Katsuki couldn't breathe. Every intake of breath feels like another stab to his chest. It happened 10 years ago, so why does he remember this again? Izuku Midoriya is dead. It was not his fault. It was not. He wanted the brat to get out of his life and he did right? He did exactly as Katsuki wanted him to do, so why does it feel like he was in so much pain.

“ Beeepppp” What was he saying. What was he saying? Katsuki couldn’t hear anything. He couldn’t hear anything. God what was going on?

why was he smiling?

Why?

“Why are you smiling? No stop don’t please don’t no..

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Katsuki was awake again it’s the second time this has happened. Why was there so much blood this time? He kept having these nightmares. Didn’t he achieve what he had promised to the other male? So why was this haunting him again. Please go away

“We’re gonna be the best heroes ever right Kacchan!” A toddler said as he held soft hand, the hand that would soon burn the other. Leaving burns and bruises for all to see, the other boy was just like paper, so easy to mold, so easy to bend

So easy to burn

So easy to tear

So easy to just crumple and throw away like it never meant much, It was the paper’s fault for being so feeble to begin with anyway. It was not the holders fault.

“Yes we’re going to be the best fucking heroes the world has ever seen, I’ll be better than All Might and you could always be my sidekick because you’re weak and you need someone strong to take care of you!” He on so loudly proclaimed, screaming it out as if it was the one and only truth, the one and only fact that will happen and wouldn’t change.

“Good evening ladies and gentlemen, my name is Ishikawa Mai, back with the latest breaking news. No 1 Hero Ground Zero has arrested and stopped the biggest human trafficking ring Japan has seen in history, his actions had saved at least 700 people and now the government is reuniting them with their families, both in Japan and abroad”

“Welcome back to Musutafu Radio! Today we have an interview with the number one hero, GROUND ZERO!”

“BREAKING NEWS: NEW NUMBER ONE, GROUND ZERO! SAVING THE DAY WITH A BOOM”

“GROUND ZERO MURDERING A YOUNG GREEN HAIRED BOY! SAYS IT WAS THE BOYS FAULT”

“NUMBER ONE HERO? NUMBER ONE MURDERER

“We are disgusted with Ground Zero’s actions, we supported him and we were sure he’d be the symbol of victory, but is it really victory if a young boy had to die by his hands? Tune in for more after the break, my name is Nagano Ken and this was Headline news”

Day three of the nightmares, this time he cold see blood on his hands, he killed him didn’t he? He killed them

He killed him

He killed him

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I didn’t want it to end that way…

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Why were his hands so bloody, he really was going crazy wasn’t he?

“Hey Bakubro, you doing okay?” Kirishima Eijirou asked him with a concerned look on his face, Katsuki really did looked like shigt, he looked as if he hadn’t had any decent sleep in the last few days, he had thick eyeballs, worse than Shinsou’s and that really is something

“M’fine fuck off” Katsuki pushed the other away, maybe he really should head over to HIS grave. When was the last time maybe aunt- wait she died not too long after, a broken heart really does kill huh?

‘you killed her’ a voice whispered in his ear. Fuck why were his eyes wet.

“fuck I have to go, see you… never” he said as he quickly stuffed his bag, and jolting to the nearest florist

“Kacchan what’s your favourite flower? I love sunflowers, they just remind me of All Might and I feel really happy whenever I think about him, and it kinds of remind me of you too! Because you always make me happy!” The green haired boy happily proclaimed as Katsuki put a flower crown made of wild flowers on top of his head, sure they were weed but they looked pretty on the green haired boy.

A white chrysanthemum sat at the green haired boy’s desk,Katsuki arrived earlier than he usually does today, the nerd usually shows up first but not today. The flower is not Katsuki’s doing but the meaning is clear. Katsuki does nothing against it. Said boy arrived a few minutes later, he sees the flower, and has a resigned look on his face, he then grabbed said flower with it’s vase as he made his way to the incinerator. He came back with a small smile on his face, but his eyes were empty. He wasn’t crying. Katsuki knows what that flower means especially when the person receiving it is still there. Was this a common occurrence? Katsuki has never paid attention to the green haired boy especally when he wasn’t beating him or berating him. Why should he care anyway?

“We’re gonna be best friends forever right?”

“Always! Forever and ever!”

“fuck off shitty nerd! Stop fucking following me around”

Izuku seemed dejected and nodded before silently walking the other way, taking the longer road home.

Katsuki noticed but he stayed quiet as the smaller boy’s smile turned wider and his eyes turn more and more soulless, he was slowly turning into a doll. An empty dead doll. Izuku Midoriya has been dead longer than he had acknowledge. He was nothing but plastic.

“Why do you keep appearing…” Katsuki murmured as he gently placed the flowers in his once best friend's grave. The graveyard was empty, save for the croak of the frogs, it rained recently. The boy in the grave used to really love the sound of frogs croaking in joy from the rain. Why was it so painful? Why couldn’t he let go of said boy, of Izuku Midoriya?

“Why can’t I let you fucking go? Fuck it’s like you’re here and suddenly you’re there...i never wanted this,I’m so sorry, i never meant for that to happen, if i had just fuckin known better I wouldn’t have said that shit!” but the thing about regret is, it can never be taken back, and with life the only thing you can do is move on and be better, but what’s the point if someone’s already dead?

“Are you happy now? You got what you wanted right?” the soulless eyes were looking away from him, he seemed to be busy with the flower crown in his hands. He was surrounded by flowers, by white Chrysanthemum.

“De-Izuku, i never fucking wanted this to happen… I just wanted to stop you from being a hero…. I didn’t want to watch you die!’ he shouted as tears fell down his face. Deku seemed to stand up, walking towards him, he was wearing a pure white kimono as he walked closer to Katsuki. Izuku seemed absolutely gorgeous as the crown of wild flowers sat in his green hair.

“Isn’t that just an excuse?” he asked softly, Katsuki blinked and suddenly the flowers have all withered and died, Izuku looked just like the way he did on that day, Katsuki cupped his face in fear as deku walked closer, the crown still in hand. His pure white kimono slowly started to turn a deep crimson as every step he take, the grass dies. He reeks of death. Katsuki found that he couldn’t move. Izuku was slowly falling apart, rotting decomposing, whatever you say happens when a body rots in the ground. His face was falling appart, his eyeballs slid down his face as the muscles holding it have long last gone, his clothes were still there but he could see Izuku’s internal organs, as the boy kept walking closer,

“Are you happy?”

Izuku could only ever touch his cheek, he never move forward, for he had already turned to ash, now katsuki was standing in a room filled with blood and dead decomposed flowers.

Revolting.

Day 4 was the worst, he woke up with tears falling down his face, sweating buckets, and he pissed his pants, What the hell was going on? Is this karma doing it’s work? He was really really scared.

“IF THERE’S A GOD OUT THERE, PLEASE, I’M SORRY LET ME MAKE IT UP, I DIDN’T WANT THAT TO HAPPEN TO HIM, I’M SO SORRY….” Katsuki screamed at the top of his lungs, wailing in pain at the nightmare, it was wrong on SO many levels.

“I’m so so sorry…” he said crying loudly as he grabbed the picture of two young boys, one blonde and one green haired. They looked so happy and so pure there, why can’t he be here with him again?

“I want him here with me, i want to see his smiles, his laughs, i didn’t want to-”

“You did… you killed him”

“N-no, fuck i never-”

“But didn’t you tell him to kill himself???”

“Murdererrrr….”

“MURDERER!!”

“I never.-”

“K-kacchan…. Why? Why do you hate me so much? K-kacchan?”

“No...no…”

“K-kacchannnnn”

“I’m sorry, i’m sorry i’m sorry… please forgive me please i “

“Kacchan?” he looked up in horror as he saw the dead boy, kneeling in front of him,his hand lifting up Katsuki’s chin, forcing eye contact. “You’re not real…. You’re not…” Katsuki begged.

“I’m not..” the ghost replied as he gently pulled him to a hug, gently kissing his forehead. “I never blamed you, i mean… you did achieve our dreams, i never blamed you…. I’m sorry for taking the hahah the worst decision known to man, can you please tell my mom i love her? It was never her fault… i guess i was just so tired.” He whispered softly, his hand gently stroking katsuki’s cheek.

“and i just i….” he suddenly stopped.

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“Izuku?” Katsuki gently asked, shaking the boy who had seemed to shut down all of a sudden.

“You killed me…” he said softly, the ghost sobbed silently. Translucent like tears falling down his face.

“Why did you hate me kacchan? I only ever did admire you, i never thought i was better than you”

Katsuki’s eyes widened as he saw Izuku slowly fading away.

“What the actual fuck?” Katsuki yelled in horror as he looked at the watch, his pants and sheets have seen to dry but, he did pissed his pants, checking at his clock, he slept in. He was late for work. He quickly took a shower and changed, changing the sheets as well. He took his bike and went to work.

“Kacchan! When we grow up, we’ll get married right?” The young innocent boy said with the sweetest smile he has ever seen.
“Of course stupid deku! I’m going to be the number one hero, you’d be the number two, and we’d win and beat every bad guy up! We’ll be much better than all might”

“Pinkie promise?” Izuku said with a cute giggle

“Pinkie promise!” Katsuki exclaimed as he took his pinky and smiled

Nothing could ever go wrong with a promise like that! It was the most adorable and innocent promise kids make all the time right?

Completely pure and innocent,

Unless someone broke the promise, and have to cut off their pinky right?

Then off goes your pinky

And blood slowly drips down,

Watering the flowers

Because life is cruel and it kills in a way to survive

Because like the parable of the sower,

Not every seed grows

“Listen! Behold, a sower went out to sow. And as he sowed, some seed fell along the path, and the birds came and devoured it. Other seed fell on rocky ground, where it did not have much soil, and immediately it sprang up, since it had no depth of soil. And when the sun rose, it was scorched, and since it had no root, it withered away. Other seed fell among thorns, and the thorns grew up and choked it, and it yielded no grain. And other seeds fell into good soil and produced grain, growing up and increasing and yielding thirtyfold and sixtyfold and a hundredfold.” And he said, “He who has ears to hear, let him hear.”

He Found himself waking up from it all in the middle of a church, he was wearing a suite, and his father was walking him to the altar?

Wait is that Izuku? Wearing a white suite standing with the priest,

He seemed so happy, and Katsuki felt so nervous as he walked to the front and stood there with the most handsome man he had ever seen.

He seemed so happy there and Katsuki was so so happy as well, as the priest started to say his words, it was soon time for their vows

"i carry your heart with me (i carry it in

my heart) i am never without it (anywhere

i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done

by only me is your doing, my darling)

i fear

no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet)i want

no world(for beautiful you are my world, my true)

and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows

higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)"

“I now pronounce you husbands, You may now kiss the groom” the priest said as cheers rang along the Oradour Church

Katsuki leaned forward and slowly pulled Izuku into a loving kiss, when he pulled back, he notice the flowers slowly growing out of izuku’s suite, it was white chrysanthemums again, they shouldn’t have thorns right, so why are they slowly turning red as he watch his now husband choke to death.

His eyes widened as he tried his best to peel the flowers away from his husband’s neck.

Izuku seemed to be saying something now, what was he saying? “Izuku? Please stay with me… i’m going to help you..” he said as tears fell down his face

“K-kacchan… i can’t breathe, i can’t b-breathe…” Izuku choked out as he slowly started coughing blood. Katsuki was doing his best to pull the flowers apart, cutting his hands and even using his quirk in the process as he tried so hard to save izuku.
“K-kachhan i’m scared… k-kacchan…” Izuku cried as the light slowly slipped from his eyes

“Other seed fell among thorns, and the thorns grew up and choked it, and it yielded no grain.” The dead man whispered.

Katsuki’s eyes widened as he saw the flowers dissapearing and his hands choking his dear husband, the cuts on his own hands from his husband trying to fight back.

“N-no no no no no…” he screamed as he backed away, now noticing the guest weren't exactly guest.

Dead men and women and children came closer to him, surrounding him as he watched in fear, his husband slowly waking up from the dead and coming closer to katsuki who was already huddled in a corner.

Day 5 was a repeat of day 4, it was him being chased by the dead. He was scared shitless nonetheless

.

brain matter on the floor,

blood on the ground,

blood on his clothes,

blood on the tracks,

blood,

blood,

blood,

I didn't mean to,

I'm so sorry,

I never wanted this to happen,

I'm sorry,

I'm sorry

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brain matter on the floor,

blood on the ground,

blood on his clothes,

blood on the tracks,

blood,

blood,

blood,

I didn't mean to,

I'm so sorry,

I never wanted this to happen,

I'm sorry,

I'm sorry

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brain matter on the floor,

blood on the ground,

blood on his clothes,

blood on the tracks,

blood,

blood,

blood,

I didn't mean to,

I'm so sorry,

I never wanted this to happen,

I'm sorry,

I'm sorry

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Now he was back again, back again on that day,

That day…

UA just gave the announcement on the day before, he really really really does not want to remember that day

Goodbye

Auf Wiedersehen

さようなら sib ntsib dua

Selamat tinggal

αντιο σας

vale

wilujeung kantun Au revoir

Прощай

la revedere

Ka ọ dị

Hyvästi ລາກ່ອນ

再见 Tạm biệt وداعا

വിട viszontlátásra

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Selamat tinggal untuk selamanya wahai saudaraku

Disana engkau dapat menutup mata dan hilang dari derita

Ku mohon, berkatilah Aku dengan rahmat dan hapuslah segala dosaku, bantulah dan bimbinglah aku menujumu, dimana aku bisa kembali bertemu dengan mu, dibawah naungan Tuhan.

“Bakugou! We’re really proud of your achievement! You managed to be the only student to enter UA! We’re really proud of you, but really what was Midoriya thinking, He’s quirkless, it’s not like he’ll even be anything in life” the headmaster laughed, it was just a harmless joke right?

A harmless joke

Just like the beatings

Just like the notes

Just like the flowers that mean go kill yourself

The harassment

The taunts

The words

Everything was just a big ass joke.

He surely wasn’t hurt by it right! Definitely!

“Why does everyone hate me for something i can’t control...i never asked for this..” Izuku muttered as tears fell down his face, he grabbed the flower that was on the desk, breaking the vase with how tight he held it. Blood was dripping down his hands. He was shaking. Katsuki only saw him as he was walking out.

“Watch it shitnerd!” he screamed at him. Izuku didn’t even look up, he was shaking and he seemed to be in so much pain. “I’m sorry..” he muttered gently.

Katsuki saw the flowers. “Hey deku, what’s the flowers for?” he teased him laughing softly. “Your hopes and dreams? I mean I did warn you about UA” he mocked, it was just a harmless joke right?

Harmless.

Complete and utterly harmless

Just like carbon monoxide as it slowly chokes you to death.

Izuku was silent as he walked the other way, unknowingly leading a trail of blood on his journey to the incinerator. Destroying all evidence that his existence was unwanted.

“Drip”

“Drip”

“Drip”

Goodbye, no use leading with our chins, this is where our story ends,
Never lovers ever friends.
Goodbye, let our hearts call it a day, but before you walk away,
I sincerely want to say......

School was uneventful, just everyone seemed to mock him and tease him more than usual, especially on his failure at UA, Bakugou didn’t bother beating him up today, in fact he hadn’t done it ever since the flowers he saw izuku receiving. But today was odd, Izuku seemed pretty quick to leave class though. Katsuki took note of that but he didn’t think of anything wrong. Maybe the nerd was busy? Maybe the nerd had other matters to attend to? It shouldn’t’ve been a problem anyway. Katsuki had no responsibility in watching over him anyway. Katsuki ignored him the whole time. He didn't care about the nerd. Not at all, yet when he noticed the nerd leaving his notebook at school, it confused him. The burnt notebook never left his side, so what exactly is up with him today?

Katsuki took the book and decided to open it, what did the nerd even write inside anyway, inside were notes and notes on heroes, and wait is that All Might’s signature, how the fuck did the nerd get that? Katsuki’s eyes widened in shock as he opened the next pages, it wasn’t notes on heroes, it seemed like diary entries, and it was disturbing.

“i’m tired of living in a world of fake democracy

People shouting

“Your opinions matter”

“What you say means something”

It doesn’t

It never has

No-one listens to you

No-one cares about what you think

You don’t matter

Fighting against hypocrisy

Is only getting the blame back on you

No-one cares about what you think

No-one cares about how you feel

No-one loves you

No-one wants you

It’s better for you to just die

Die

Die

Die

You’re just a useless

Waste of space

So why don’t you just….

Drive that blade inside your wrist and end it all?

It’d be a much better and faster solution

No-one will miss you when you’re gone

I mean, what friends?

Your mom? Doubt she’d care

Your dad? Nah

No-one cares…

Die

Die

Die

Die

Die

Maybe I’ll really jump off the roof and end it?

It’d make everyone happier.

Or jump infront of a train, it’d won’t hurt, and the deaths a guarantee,

Maybe I’ll really do it today…

Everyone wants me to…

Oh if anyone finds this… this isn’t anyone’s exact fault… i’m just so tired of this hypocritical world we live in… the teaches didnt care, the other students were all equal bullies, no one’s hands were clean. Even the number one hero”

He felt his whole world shattered. Did he do this? Did he push the nerd that far? He didn't mean to…

He grabbed the book and quickly went searching for deku, he ran across town looking for him. He was panting and having a hard time breathing when he finally spotted the green haired boy, standing in front of a moving train.

Time seemed to slow down, and the world felt silent. Deku was saying something to him, but he couldn't hear anything. Next thing he knew the it was the sound of the train’s horn and the sound of a thin and small body against a high speed train

GAME OVER

Katsuki was now 24, the number one hero, the highest paying hero in japan. An advocate for quirk rights, he fights for the rights of the quirkless, he fights against bullying. He fights against the S Class villains and up, one of the best of the best,. Yet he had been stuck on this case of a new villain motonimodosu, and his involvements with the league.

The country of japan was near it’s end as the League Of Villains raged it’s final attacks, nomus, drugs, villains everything you might expect for the final war, bodies of heroes and villains alike littering the streets,

“So we finally meet Ground Zero, you’re much smaller than i anticipated, it’s almost cute” The villain, Motonimodosu taunted as he watched with a dark grin on his face as the number one hero approached him.

“Thought you’d be with the rescue team, but guess i could be wrong” The villain said with a smirk. Now sure Motoni was a cunning villain but Ground Zero was already pissed and tired, and he got pinned down really easily by said hero. Moto didn’t expect Ground Zero to rip his mask, but the look on the hero’s face was… confused?

“WHY THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE HIS FACE” Ground Zero screamed as he grabbed the villain’s collar and slammed him to the ground. “WHY THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE HIS FACE, BASTARD!” he yelled once more, Motoni was really confused. He had green hair, green eyes, freckles, maybe GZ has mistaken him for someone else.

“FUCKING ANSWER ME BAST-” Ground Zero was preparing his AP Shot in close range, and Motoni really wanted to keep his face, and then suddenly everything went boom

“Kacchan, are you okay?” A young five year old version of Motonimodosu Midoriya Izuku asked the once hero, once killer. Katsuki Bakugou was back at six years old and has a chance to make things right.