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Villain Deku
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Bakugo stared at his somewhat transparent hands.
He had died.
This wasn’t a practical joke. No one in his class had the quirk to do this, and none of the villains had gotten close enough to touch him except for Deku, and Deku hadn’t actually touched him. Besides, he didn’t have a quirk… right?
Bakugo wasn’t so sure now. That sense of pain that had gripped him and apparently killed him had been so realistic… He had never heard of a power like that. It was unnerving.
As he watched the scene unfolding below, he walked over to Deku and studied him. It had been only 10 months since he had faked his death, but he had changed so much. Even his demeanor had changed, and it was freaky. He seemed so intimidating now, like an aura made from years of being bullied by Bakugo had built up into a wall around him. His eyes were the same color though, and they seemed to hold the same sadness and determination that they had held throughout his life. How had Bakugo not noticed that before? He had only seen the weakness, and the jealousy he had held of Deku. He had been Quirkless, but it was almost like he was braver than any pro hero he knew. And he was so kind and had a strong sense of justice. What had this League of Villains done to corrupt it?
Deku seemed to shiver a bit as Bakugo moved around him. Can he sense me somehow? He wondered as Deku’s eyes slid across him and the rest of his class.
Kirishima stared forward with a sob and scream of rage. Bakugo blinked. He had tried to push the spiky-haired guy away. People he knew tended to have bad things happen to them, so he was as much of a jerk as he could afford to be in a hero course. Apparently, it hadn’t worked. He watched helplessly as Kirishima struggled against Kaminari. The same thing had happened with Kaminari, and yet sadness settled over the usually energetic classmate.
Bakugo watched as Deku mentioned something to about a ‘target’ to Tomura. His eyes narrowed. The villain had also mentioned something about everyone being expendable earlier, so the target couldn’t be someone in the class. Was it a teacher or some other pro hero? Or perhaps they were part of the police.
Suddenly, the class disappeared into a portal. He watched them all open their mouths to scream as they fell, but they were swallowed up too quickly for them to make any noise. Bakugo recoiled. Where had they gone?
“Don’t do this.” Bakugo whispered to his old friend. He set a hand onto Deku’s shoulder. “If you can hear me, please. Don’t do this. None of them deserve it. What happened to you?”
Another shudder ran through Deku, and again his eyes swept USJ for the source of wind. Bakugo growled. “LET THEM GO!” He shouted, trying to spark an explosion in Deku’s face. Nothing happened.
Am I Quirkless now? Bakugo wondered, staring down at his hands again in shock. Was this how Deku had felt? Powerless, or like all his dreams had been stripped away? And then his childhood friend turned on him and bullied him…
Bakugo shook his head. He couldn’t spiral into those thoughts or he would never get out. He had learned that in the ten months that he had thought Deku was dead during.
Deku began to walk towards Tomura, his boots clicking against the tile as he moved towards the villain. Bakugo followed, unsure of what would take place next. What would he do? Was he condemned to a life of following his previous victim around, or could he somehow save his classmates? He tore his hands through his spiky hair.
Maybe I can save Deku before he goes too far.
~Two hours later~
Bakugo would have choked on bile if he wasn’t already dead. He stared down at All Might, the previous number one hero and one of his teachers at UA. His power hadn’t been enough to defeat the Nomu, as the League of Villains had dubbed it. He was dead. Bakugo thought he saw a wisp rise from the former pro hero, and then it was gone. He blinked. Why hadn’t All Might stayed?
Maybe I have one last mission left to fulfill before I get to leave. Bakugo theorized, folding his arms. That sounds way too philosophical. Maybe some people get to go and others don’t. Who cares?
The words sounded empty.
Deku glanced over his shoulder at Bakugo, then back down at All Might. Memories seemed to swim in his eyes, maybe from the days where he had been All Might’s biggest fan. He turned away.
“Kurogiri, take us away.” He growled roughly. Kurogiri gave a nod and opened a portal. Bakugo followed the League of Villains as they left USJ, as well as Thirteen, Aizawa, All Might and Bakugo’s corpses. It could possibly be the last time he would ever see this place, the place where he had been killed by his victim of bullying all those years.
He turned his back and continued on.
Villain Deku
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Bakugo stared at his somewhat transparent hands.
He had died.
This wasn’t a practical joke. No one in his class had the quirk to do this, and none of the villains had gotten close enough to touch him except for Deku, and Deku hadn’t actually touched him. Besides, he didn’t have a quirk… right?
Bakugo wasn’t so sure now. That sense of pain that had gripped him and apparently killed him had been so realistic… He had never heard of a power like that. It was unnerving.
As he watched the scene unfolding below, he walked over to Deku and studied him. It had been only 10 months since he had faked his death, but he had changed so much. Even his demeanor had changed, and it was freaky. He seemed so intimidating now, like an aura made from years of being bullied by Bakugo had built up into a wall around him. His eyes were the same color though, and they seemed to hold the same sadness and determination that they had held throughout his life. How had Bakugo not noticed that before? He had only seen the weakness, and the jealousy he had held of Deku. He had been Quirkless, but it was almost like he was braver than any pro hero he knew. And he was so kind and had a strong sense of justice. What had this League of Villains done to corrupt it?
Deku seemed to shiver a bit as Bakugo moved around him. Can he sense me somehow? He wondered as Deku’s eyes slid across him and the rest of his class.
Kirishima stared forward with a sob and scream of rage. Bakugo blinked. He had tried to push the spiky-haired guy away. People he knew tended to have bad things happen to them, so he was as much of a jerk as he could afford to be in a hero course. Apparently, it hadn’t worked. He watched helplessly as Kirishima struggled against Kaminari. The same thing had happened with Kaminari, and yet sadness settled over the usually energetic classmate.
Bakugo watched as Deku mentioned something to about a ‘target’ to Tomura. His eyes narrowed. The villain had also mentioned something about everyone being expendable earlier, so the target couldn’t be someone in the class. Was it a teacher or some other pro hero? Or perhaps they were part of the police.
Suddenly, the class disappeared into a portal. He watched them all open their mouths to scream as they fell, but they were swallowed up too quickly for them to make any noise. Bakugo recoiled. Where had they gone?
“Don’t do this.” Bakugo whispered to his old friend. He set a hand onto Deku’s shoulder. “If you can hear me, please. Don’t do this. None of them deserve it. What happened to you?”
Another shudder ran through Deku, and again his eyes swept USJ for the source of wind. Bakugo growled. “LET THEM GO!” He shouted, trying to spark an explosion in Deku’s face. Nothing happened.
Am I Quirkless now? Bakugo wondered, staring down at his hands again in shock. Was this how Deku had felt? Powerless, or like all his dreams had been stripped away? And then his childhood friend turned on him and bullied him…
Bakugo shook his head. He couldn’t spiral into those thoughts or he would never get out. He had learned that in the ten months that he had thought Deku was dead during.
Deku began to walk towards Tomura, his boots clicking against the tile as he moved towards the villain. Bakugo followed, unsure of what would take place next. What would he do? Was he condemned to a life of following his previous victim around, or could he somehow save his classmates? He tore his hands through his spiky hair.
Maybe I can save Deku before he goes too far.
~Two hours later~
Bakugo would have choked on bile if he wasn’t already dead. He stared down at All Might, the previous number one hero and one of his teachers at UA. His power hadn’t been enough to defeat the Nomu, as the League of Villains had dubbed it. He was dead. Bakugo thought he saw a wisp rise from the former pro hero, and then it was gone. He blinked. Why hadn’t All Might stayed?
Maybe I have one last mission left to fulfill before I get to leave. Bakugo theorized, folding his arms. That sounds way too philosophical. Maybe some people get to go and others don’t. Who cares?
The words sounded empty.
Deku glanced over his shoulder at Bakugo, then back down at All Might. Memories seemed to swim in his eyes, maybe from the days where he had been All Might’s biggest fan. He turned away.
“Kurogiri, take us away.” He growled roughly. Kurogiri gave a nod and opened a portal. Bakugo followed the League of Villains as they left USJ, as well as Thirteen, Aizawa, All Might and Bakugo’s corpses. It could possibly be the last time he would ever see this place, the place where he had been killed by his victim of bullying all those years.
He turned his back and continued on.