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Katsuki stared at the piece of paper he tore from one of the hag's designing sketchbooks. She was probably going to start screeching at him about it like the hyena she was in some time, but he didn't fucking care. This was more important.
He slowly approached the pencil to the paper, before furiously pushing himself out of his desk seat and throwing the fucker to the ground. It broke, and Katsuki found himself enjoying the sound very much. It made him want to break more things.
Why was he even doing this? Taking notes was a nerd thing, not a Katsuki one! He was going to be a hero! Heroes don't take notes, they remember things by themselves! How was he supposed to become number one if he had to rely on a piece of fucking paper to help him sort his thoughts!?
Katsuki threw himself on his bed and screamed in his pillow. This was all stupid Deku's fault.
For months, ever since the start of middle school, he had been acting weird .
Katsuki first noticed when he saw him smile at something on his phone. It didn't last long, of course, because he blew it up the second after. Deku's desperate face while he dumbly tried to reassemble it together was fucking priceless. He even started crying when Fingers and Wings threw its pieces out the window!
Sadly, it didn't end there. Deku got a new phone and started smiling again. It pissed the hell out of Katsuki, but he knew two broken phones in the span of a few weeks wasn't possible. Even with how stupid and useless the nerd was, he took care of his things. Auntie would start noticing if stuff didn't make sense, and Katsuki would rather die than let that happen.
And so, he left the loser's phone alone and hoped this smiley phase was just that: a phase.
That's when it got worse. Slowly, almost slowly enough for Katsuki not to notice (but he did, because he was the best), the nerd changed . It was little things, like how instead of hunching over constantly, even when in his seat, he now stood straight, almost confidently . How when Katsuki pushed him against a wall and let off explosions on his shoulders, he looked him straight in the eye, as if daring him to continue, and didn't even cry. Hell, Deku glared at Fingers when he tripped him up on the way outside one day!
Katsuki was a smart boy. He knew he was destined to be a great hero, and he also knew Deku was destined to be nothing . He saw the signs, how the nerd was starting to forget his place, and decided to act.
Not his usual act though, which would be yelling at his face while exploding it, because he had already tried that, multiple times. It didn't work, and it was fucking annoying.
And that's how he ended up here, screaming in his pillow over, of all things, useless fucking Deku. Gods, this was pathetic.
Katsuki stood up, went over to his desk and sat on the chair again. Picking up another pencil, he sharpened it and started writing.
A Ten-Step Plan To Find Out What's Wrong With The Deku, by Explosion God Overlord Dynamight (The Number One Fucking Hero Fuckers)
Okay, this was a good start. Now, since his usual methods didn't work out, it was time for some research.
Katsuki cracked his fingers, opened his laptop and started typing.
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An hour, a yelled argument with the hag, a gulped-down coffee and two exploded pens later, Katsuki wanted to scream.
He had found nothing .
His first search, 'What is wrong with Deku' didn’t give him any answers. He wasn't exactly surprised about that, Deku was a mystery even to him. How could someone be so worthless, yet hold on to an impossible dream for so long? It confused him, and he hated it.
Annoyed, he typed ‘What is wrong with’ and left it at that. Didn't work either. Most sites had for a title ‘What is wrong with me ’, which Katsuki found very rude and dumb as shit. He was perfect. Nothing was wrong with him. The second most popular articles were about a pre-quirk era korean drama (Katsuki was probably going to binge said show late at night, but he was taking that information to the grave), which were even more useless. Gods, why was everything against him!? He was doing this for the greater good! Deku was throwing off the whole classroom balance, acting like that!
Desperate (not true, the great explosion god never felt desperate, it was more of a... confident in the fact that this wasn't working out situation), he caved in and typed what was likely to be his most successful yet loathed search: ‘What is wrong with my friend’. Ugh, Katsuki felt like vomiting. The mere idea of considering Deku his friend made him sick.
And it wasn't even worth it! Twenty minutes of abominable pain, all for nothing . Most of the results talked about things like depression , and suggested he talk it out . Worse: they kept telling him to drop it if the friend wasn't opening up! Why in the fuck would he do that!?
In conclusion, the internet was useless. His computer was useless, all those people writing dumb as shit articles were too, and Katsuki had half a mind to throw the stupid machine out of the window. He didn't, though. It was a gift from dad, and while he would never say it to his face, he quite liked it (the laptop was bright orange with a red x over it, like the first hero costume he ever designed, and who his father still remembered after all those years).
Katsuki took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled. Alright. This wasn't surprising, he could only really rely on himself.
Taking his pen again, doing his best not to squeeze it too tight, he started writing. If the internet couldn't help him, he would make the fucking list himself. And it would be a bazillion times better than whatever they could have come up with.
Number One: Ask Auntie Inko.
Katsuki readjusted his jet black floppy sun hat and tried to take a better look at the Midoriya apartment through the eye-shaped holes in his weeks old journal. Was that a bush moving because of the wind or Deku leaving the house? The world may never know (but Katsuki would, because he was that good at recognizing people. It was a bush).
An old lady shot him a dirty look from across the street and he glared even harder until she reddened in anger and left. Ha. Weak.
But, she did raise a good point. He was looking awfully suspicious, sitting there with his outdated journal. Ugh. Maybe if dad wasn't so hung up on using journals as his sole source of food prices, his disguise would be more convincing! But he was, and Katsuki preferred to avoid being stared at with the disappointed lookTM for as long as possible.
He was brought out of his annoyed musings by another plant leaving by the Midoriya door and walking away. Wait, no, that wasn't a plant, but Deku! The fucker was finally getting away!
Katsuki grinned. Now, all he had to do was go see auntie, pretend to be searching for Deku and ask his questions!
It was easier said than done. Right now, with her green eyes (so green, and so like Deku’s. Had they always looked like that? Maybe he would know, if things had not ended up the way they did. If instead of cries of pain and starburst scars, Deku was by his side, all bursts of laughter and hopeful words. Since when thinking about the past made him feel so much guilt, and how could he make it stop?) on him, he felt like running away.
He didn't, obviously. He just really, really wanted to.
"So...What brings you here, Katsuki?" She hesitantly asked. It sounded eerily like Deku.
"Checking on D-Izuku. Wanted to, um. Talk with him. Like friends do. Because we’re friends." Katsuki was nailing this shit.
Auntie smiled weirdly. Maybe she was sick? "Ah, of course. Well, you sadly just missed him. I can tell him you came though, when he comes back?"
"NO!" Katsuki yelled, then coughed awkwardly and tried again. "Um, what I mean is, you don’t have to. I’ll just talk to him at school."
Auntie frowned for a second, but quickly recovered and shot him a smile. Katsuki almost sighed in relief. He really thought he blew it for a second.
"Alright then. Would you like some tea?" Hell no. No offense to Auntie, but this was weird as fuck and he wanted it to end as soon as possible.
"Ah, no. I have to go. Soon. Uh, I wanted to ask, before I leave."
She hummed, prompting him to continue.
"Did you notice anything...weird, about De-Izuku? These past few weeks."
Auntie suddenly looked more invested in the conversation. She scratched her cheek, and Katsuki saw something weird pass in her eyes. Oh well. The Midoriyas were strange as fuck, Deku was the living proof of it. She shook her head, much to his disappointment. He did make a ten-step plan for this, but it wasn't like he was enjoying it.
"No, I didn't. Why, did you?"
"Nah, nothing like that. Just...curious."
Silence. Auntie just stared at him for a moment, seemingly searching his soul or something. Whatever it was, Katsuki didn't like it.
"I gotta go now. Bye Auntie, was nice seeing you again." He abruptly stood up and made his way towards the door.
"It was. Goodbye, Katsuki."
As he opened the door, she said one last thing.
"Oh, I like your hat. Suits you."
"Em. Okay. Thanks." Weirdo. The good kind, however. Not like her son.
Katsuki came home feeling unsatisfied. This was a waste of time.
Number two: Steal his fucking phone.
Now, Katsuki wasn't a thief. It wouldn't make any sense, with his heroic quirk a bright future. But, he knew when and where to make expections in his morals, and this was one of them.
Deku's phone was the thing that started all this shit. Whatever he was doing on it, Katsuki needed to find out and stop it .
Once again, everything was against him during his endeavor.
First, he tried lockpicking the nerd's locker and just taking the phone from it.
Didn't work. Or well, it did, because the locker opened up, but his phone wasn't even in it. See? That was another sign. What was Deku so obsessed with, to the point he literally took his phone with him wherever he went? Obviously Katsuki did it too, but he had a reason . Katsuki had a thing Deku could never: a social life.
Anyway, the fact of the matter was that the breaking in was quasi-useless. Not totally a waste of time, because he still got to throw away all of his things amd leave his locker open to be vandalized later (not by him of course, he wasn't a heathen. His lackies would do it).
Since taking it without him knowing gave no results, Katsuki decided to simply ask him to give it. With some burning and pushing around, of course.
"Give me your fucking phone, Deku. Now!" Katsuki sneered in his face.
"W-what? You already have one, you don't need mine!" Gods, why was he so annoying ? The older Deku would have just done as he was told!
"Yeah, well, I want yours . Give it." Katsuki let out a small explosions on the nerd's back. Nothing much, but still enough to burn his skin and make his uniform stick to it. He grinned wickedly at the restrained cry of pain it gave him.
"N-no! I don't even have it with me!" What? Now that was a lie if he ever heard one. Deku was obsessed with his phone.
"Oi, extras. Hold him down while I look for it."
Katsuki ignored the loser's protests to instead tear his backpack away from him. He emptied it all on the floor and searched through the pile by pushing things with his feet, making sure to stomp on his notes and textbooks. Katsuki seethed when he realized Deku was telling the truth. Seriously?! Today, of all days, he hadn't brought it with him?! It's like he knew Katsuki would try and take it!
In his anger, he kicked a notebook away, making a small paper come out of it and float to his feet. It had a heart of in and was folded in two. Katsuki looked down at Deku, finding him still on the floor, wide eyes desperately looking at the paper, as if he didn't expect it to be there, or maybe didn't want Katsuki to find it. Oh well. This was interesting.
Katsuki picked the thing up and opened it. There was a message written inside, not in Auntie's graceful lettering.
[Have a good day Izu! Love you ♡]
What the fuck. Where did that fucking come from.
"What the fuck is this, hah Deku!? Explain yourself. "
"I- It's not- I just-" Wow. The nerd was useless. Surprising.
Whatever, Katsuki could understand himself. The note wasn't in Auntie's handwriting, but it wasn't in Deku's either...It could only mean it was from someone else, but then again no one liked him enough to give him these kinds of notes.
Oh. Katsuki understood now. And it was hilarious .
"I can't believe you!" He cackled in Deku's face. "You wrote this, didn't you? Cause you're so worthless no one except your mom would ever give you something like this!"
Deku frowned in apparent confusion, but Katsuki knew it was a front.
"Oh, don't act all innocent. No one likes you, Deku. You made this yourself, to pretend you weren't so constantly alone ."
Katsuki grinned wickedly, held up the paper in his right hand and watched as tears left Deku's eyes when he blew it up everywhere.
"Let's go extras. My job here is done." Wings and Fingers let the nerd go, and both made a show of stomping all over his things while leaving. Now that he could see him properly, Deku had three blistering scratch marks on his left cheek. Ha. Served him right for being a worthless liar.
Number three: Steal his phone again, but directly from his fucking hands.
Maybe Katsuki wasn't following his plan to the letter. Who cared. He was adapting, changing up strategies as he gained more data. This was good, it was the mind of a hero.
Katsuki closely observed Deku the following week, waiting for him to pull out his phone to snatch it right from his hands. Sadly, he seemed more cautious than usual. Their previous confrontation probably tipped him off on the fact that Katsuki wanted his phone. How annoying.
He kept watching. One day, Deku would slip, and he would be ready to strike.
He was right. During a math class on Wednesday, the loser quietly took out his phone, checking something and smiling that goddamn smile again. Katsuki stood up, and made his way towards his desk.
But then, just as he almost reached the nerd, their dumbass of a teacher clapped his hands and told them that the time he gave to do the test was up and that they would now be correcting them. The sound startled Deku, who immediately pur his phone away.
"GODDAMIT!"
"Bakugou! What is the meaning of this?" The teacher reprimanded. Katsuki almost let off an explosion in anger, but suddenly thought of a better idea.
"He was cheating, teach! I saw him take out his phone!"
Deku looked up, shocked. "Eh? N-no I wasn't! I was finished, y-you said we could use them when we're done!"
"You were, you liar!"
"He was, ma'am! I saw him too!"
"Yeah, he used, like, a site or whatever and it did everything for him!"
"Cheater!"
Katsuki grinned. This was great.
"I am very disappointed in you, Midoriya. I didn't have high expectations for you in the first place, given your… condition, but you still managed to do worse. Give me the phone. I will be having a talk with your mother."
Just as Deku held up the phone with a shaky hand, it lit up with a text notification.
[aight. meet me at the alley next to that old parking lot, this saturday at 6pm. i'll bring em with me.]
Katsuki quickly read everything and grinned.
Now back in his seat, he knew what to do. The final step in his plan would be following Deku to that place.
Number four: Stalk Follow Deku to the alley
Katsuki silently cursed Deku and his tardiness. The text had very clearly said 6pm , and the nerd was twenty minutes late.
Katsuki hoped no one would recognize him. He looked like a creep, sitting on the ground next to an alley with his dark hoodie pulled over and his black sunglasses.
He would have taken the floppy hat again, but the hag freaked when she find out he took it last time, yelling at him about 'designer brand' and 'worth more than your entire self you little shit'. Tch. She could shove her stupid hat where she wanted it to be. he didn't even like it…
A sudden movement to his left almost made him flinch. Looking up without moving his head (those sunglasses were hella useful), he found himself watching Deku walking towards the alley to his right. Finally.
As the nerd entered it, Katsuki stood up quietly and peeked at him and whoever he was meeting.
A lanky, visibly very tired kid with floating purple hair stood in the dark alley. He wore a long trenchcoat, dark green shoes and black pants.
Katsuki frowned. This was what was causing Deku to change so much? No, it couldn't be. There had to be something else.
He continued to watch as Deku approached the kid, hugged him, and moved back, seemingly waiting for something.
Before the kid could do anything however, Deku opened his mouth and talked.
"You got the stuff?" He whispered (very badly, because Katsuki could hear him clearly). What the fuck was happening.
"I do. You got the payment?" Seriously, what the hell was this about!?
Deku fucking giggled before answering. "Aww come on, later!"
"Alright then."
The tall kid opened his trenchcoat, and a light lit up in Katsuki's head.
Oh gods. It made so much sense . Deku was physically incapable of being anything but a worthless loser. For him to start acting like that? It had to be unnatural.
Katsuki didn't even need to see what was inside the coat. He violently scrambled back and made a run for it towards his house. Who knew what other suspicious people the loser was buddies with.
At home, he updated his paper just for the sake of it, and prompty exploded it. Deku was doing drugs, and he was a lost cause. Katsuki could do nothing for him, and he certainly didn't want to get involved in that shit. Someone else would figure it out and punish the nerd like he deserved.
Katsuki would have nothing to do with this.
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Class 1-A watched as Midoriya kissed that strange purple kid from before.
No one said anything about it for a while, because Aizawa's glare when he heard them talking was terrifying. At the end of class though, almost everyone was talking about it.
"Oh my god!" Squealed Ashido to the recently dubbed 'Bakusquad'. "Are they dating? They must be! That was so cute!"
Weirdly enough, the one who answered was the less likely to talk at all.
"They aren't fucking dating. That's his drug dealer, racoon eyes." Bakugou sneered. It had been years since he discovered Midoriya's secret, and he was tired of not talking about it. Unbeknownst to him and his friends (because, as much as he denied it, they were friends), a certain caterpillar teacher heard everything, and was suddenly very interested in their conversation.
"What!? Midoriya wouldn't do drugs! He's way too innocent for that!" Ashido frowned.
"Yes he fucking would! I saw him! You calling me a liar!?"
"I'm calling you dumb, you rabid ferret! He would never!"
"What did you just say to me!?" Bakugou yelled.
"I said you're a dumb rabid ferret! Are you deaf?!" Ashido screamed back.
"I'M HARD OF HEARING YOU JACKASS! "
For a moment, everyone was silent. Then Ashido spoke again.
"Really? My little brother too!" She hung herself on the blonde's arm. "Do you know JSL? I've been learning it, but I don't have anyone to practice with!"
"Yeah I fucking do, Pinky." He said while trying and failing to make her let his arm go.
"Can you help me then?! We could practice during lunch! Or after school!"
"Fucking yes, now leave my fucking arm alone!"
"Awww thanks Blasty! Knew you had a heart!" Ashido quickly scooped him in a hug, giving him no time to react. She then ran to the other side of the classroom and hid behind Shouji, just in time for Bakugou to regain his senses and start chasing her down while yelling incoherently.
Back to where they were standing, Sero blinked in confusion. "What- what just happened?"
"I don't know man. I really don't." Kaminari petted his arm.
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The school day had now ended, and Aizawa tracked down his son right as he was leaving his class. He dragged him to the teacher's lounge, which was already empty, and looked him straight in the eye.
"Hitoshi. Are you selling drugs to Izuku?"
Hitoshi blinked. "What the fuck, dad?"
