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It was bad enough that he’d been cooped up in the dorms for so long that he’d let Shitty Hair drag him to the mall, but then Deku just had to show up and start following him around like they were little kids again until he was sandwiched between Four-Eyes and Round Face eating lunch like he was a part of their fucking class or something. Seriously?! Katsuki glared across the table at Deku as he laughing and smiling with all the stupid-ass extras in his class. He thought he’d finally gotten rid of that damn nerd!
Kirishima shot him a pleading look and Bakugo scoffed, but slumped down in his chair and stopped glaring at Deku. It wasn’t that he was best friends with Shitty Hair or anything, but he was one of the only people that could take one of his explosions without flinching, so he’d earned a tiny speck of begrudging respect, which is more than those other extras had done. That’s it.
Speaking of those other extras, Racoon Eyes had somehow roped that one detective from the USJ into joining them too, which wouldn’t be too bad, except that something was going on between him and Deku and it was pissing Katsuki off. What right did that nerd have to act like he was friends with the detective? The police might not be as strong as heroes were, but they were still important, which meant that they were so far out of Deku’s league that they may as well be on the moon. If it was some kind of hero worship thing like the nerd used to do with heroes, Katsuki would at least be able to understand it, but the problem was that the detective obviously knew Deku too. To make it even worse there was some kind of weird tension between them, like they were sharing some sort of inside joke and laughing at Katsuki because he wasn’t in the know. If it weren’t for those stupid anger management classes that the defunct hero commission had forced him to go through, it would have been more than enough to make him explode.
Katsuki didn’t realize he’d started glaring at Deku again until Kirishima elbowed him and leaned over to mutter in his ear, “Why’s Midoriya getting under your skin so much, man? He’s really a nice guy!”
“He’s not under my skin!” Katsuki hissed back. “And he’s a nuisance no matter how nice he is!”
Kirishima chuckled and shook his head, “Just play nice, man. Who knows? Maybe you guys can even be friends again!”
“I was never that nerd’s friend!”
Kirishima rolled his eyes and turned back to the conversation the class was having, which currently consisted of Iida scolding Sero for trying to use his tape to steal Tokoyami’s fries, “You are preparing to be a hero! You should not use your quirk for frivolous pranks, regardless of whether or not public quirk usage has been legalized!”
“Oh, stealing fries is nothing!” Racoon Eyes grinned mischievously. “You should see some of the stuff Kaminari and I have pulled, it’s insane!”
Four-eyes started scolding her instead and Katsuki couldn’t help but notice that the weird tension between Deku and the detective still hadn’t dissipated. If anything, it was somehow getting even stronger than it had been before Kirishima had distracted him. It was really pissing Katsuki off. If they didn’t explain what was going on soon, Bakugo might just explode them both until they did.
He scowled when he saw Deku texting someone under the table. If the nerd had to tag along with the class, something that Katsuki still hated, the least he could do was have the decency to pay attention to the extras that he was annoying with his presence! Deku didn’t even try to look like he was paying attention after he put his phone away, instead choosing to have some kind of weird ass staring contest with the detective. Katsuki was sick of it.
“Such pranks are entirely inappropriate!” Four-eyes chopped his arms as Racoon Eyes laughed. “Please tell me that you have not engaged in such activities since moving to the dorms?!”
“Oof, as much I’d like to do that, dude…” Kaminari shrugged and grinned, “My quirk already fried all the braincells I set aside for telling lies.”
The class erupted in laughter, with the exception of the detective and Deku, who were still sitting like statues as they continued their creepy staring contest. Katsuki scoffed and rolled his eyes. Would Kirishima ever let him hear the end of it if he just left? At least then he wouldn’t have to deal with stupid Deku and his stupid face and the stupid detective and their stupid staring contest! Fuck it, he was leaving anyway, no matter what Kirishima said.
Katsuki was just making to stand when the tension between Deku and the detective snapped like a rubber band and there wasn’t even a split second of warning before Katsuki’s entire world was flipped on its head.
Deku was holding a knife to someone’s throat.
Katsuki hardly even heard the extras all around them screaming as they saw the weapon and he was only vaguely aware of the way his classmates were falling into battle stances. In fact, he could hardly pay attention to anything besides the cruel smile spreading across Deku’s face as his brain screamed that this couldn’t possibly be happening. When had the innocent, weak, useless deku he grew up with started acting like a villain?
Tsukauchi’s gun glinted in the light and Katsuki wondered how he’d missed the detective pulling it out. He must have been preoccupied with Deku’s knife, “Drop the knife Midoriya. We found the program and disabled it. We aren’t going to let you get away again, so just give it up.”
A quick glance at his classmates revealed that they were just as confused as Katsuki was. What program? And again? What the fuck was he talking about? Deku was a nobody!
Deku’s smile got sharper and Uraraka hissed as a drop of blood started sliding down her throat, “Are you really willing to let a budding future hero die, just to catch me Tsukauchi? Aren’t you supposed to be one of the good guys?”
Katsuki felt numb. Was Deku...was he actually talking about killing Uraraka? Deku? Really? He would have been tempted to laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of it all if this whole thing didn’t feel so much like a hostage situation. What gave Deku the right to threaten to kill one of his classmates like this?! Who did that damn nerd think he was?!
Katsuki was tempted to laugh anyway, just to piss Deku off, but then the detective’s eyes hardened in determination, “I’m afraid you don’t quite understand your situation, Midoriya.”
He shifted his gun so that, if he pulled the trigger, the bullet would go straight through Deku’s brain before anyone had the chance to blink, “I am prepared to take the shot, and these are hero students who all have the necessary first aid training to keep Uraraka alive long enough to get her to a hospital. You are leaving here in handcuffs or a bodybag, but those are your only options, so choose wisely.”
Did the detective seriously just threaten to kill Deku? Kill orders were rare and were often only authorized on vilains rank A and above, so even if Deku was a villain, which was impossible because he was useless, he still shouldn’t merit an ultimatum like that. It didn’t make any sense! The damn nerd couldn’t hurt a fly even if he wanted to! He was fucking quirkless! Nothing more than a goddamn pebble on the side of Katsuki’s road to greatness! What gave him the right to have cops treat him as a serious threat?!
He half-expected Deku to keep giving that creepy smile and laugh, or maybe dissolve into nervous stutters like he had every time Katsuki had threatened him back in middle school and try to frantically convince the detective that there must have been some mistake. Instead, Deku’s smile slowly melted and it looks like he was actually taking the detective’s threat seriously. Katuski wanted to scream that the detective had to be bluffing. Deku wasn’t a threat and he definitely wasn't an important enough villain to warrant a bullet to the head, so this all had to be some big joke designed to make Katuski look like an idiot or something!
Kirishima grabbed his arm, almost like he could tell what Katsuki was about to do, and pleaded silently for him to stay still. Katuski understood, he really did. The tension in the room was so thick that it felt like one wrong move could get someone killed, but Katsuki knew that there was no way Deku was as dangerous as the detective was making him out to be. Even Katsuki would be a better villain than he was!
Before Katsuki could say anything, however, Deku made his decision. The tension melted from the nerd’s body as he sighed and dropped his knife, raising his hands up in surrender. Immediately, Uraraka ran into Iida’s arms and the detective forced Deku to the ground, handcuffing him with probably a bit more force than was strictly necessary for a quirkless weakening like him.
Katsuki waited for the detective to read the damn nerd his rights. At least then, maybe he’d know what Deku was being arrested for and what necessitated a goddamn kill order that the nerd didn’t deserve. To his surprise, Deku actually had a small smile on his face as the detective tightened the handcuffs, like he was proud of whatever lame crime had gotten him arrested or something.
“Izuku Midoriya.” The detective growled. “You are under arrest for crimes committed as the villain Mastermind.”
Katsuki shattered.