This is my story.

.~O~O~O~.

(Katsuki Bakugou.)

"You have to run, Katsuki." His older brother said quietly. He was staring at the sky with a prior injury. He didn't have much time, and of course, he knew he was dying. The Bakugou's were never stupid. "The villain will come back in any time now," he muttered. "I don't want my little bro to see me lose." Again, another caught with blood.

Bakugou was terrified. His body shook with pure frustration. He was weak. Feeble. I can't save him, he thought angrily. The tears were streaming down his red cheeks. I can't . . . I'm not strong enough.

Someone carried Bakugou away from the scene. He cried with anger, tears of blood, so many shouts, "HIKARI!" he cried desperately. He noticed his brother get on his feet once again, and before he was killed, he bobbed his head to glance at Bakugou. Don't ever lose, his lips whispered.

Blood splattered everywhere.

Bakugou awoke from his nightmare. Again, he was seeing his brother die right before his eyes. "Fuck," he groaned and pressed his feet on the cold floor. He strolled over to the bathroom, did his morning routine, dressed in his Uniform and left. Another shitty day. He thought as he took his anti-depressant pill.

It had been ten years since his brother was murdered by the hands of a Villain. Katsuki always looked up to his brother, he was an Amazing Hero, son, friend, parent. That's right, Katsuki was walking with his big brother towards a conference. He was famous for his odd quirk. Unlike Katsuki, Hikari created a clay-like substance from his palms, which was explosive. However, a man in a black suit got hold of his brother and began to torture him. The police arrived and barely could rescue Katsuki. Not his older brother.

"Are you even listening to me, Kacchan?" Izuku Midoriya, Bakugou's best friend, questioned worriedly.

"What?" Katski inquired completely out of it. "Oh, yeah you're applying for UA. Quirkless but, that's your business. Make sure you don't die."

Bakugou noticed Izuku frown. "I wasn't talking about that," he said, rolling his eyes. "I was wondering about your costume. How is it going to look like?"

"Intimidating."

"Thought so," Izuku said with a bubbled laugh. "Anyways, I have to go grocery shopping for dinner tonight, so I won't be able to go with you to our usual spot."

"I'll go with you," Bakugou offered. He had nothing to anyways. "You'll break your twig-arms carrying all that food."

Izuku laughed. "I've trained over the days," he said folding his arm showing his muscle. "A little." He added. He still had a little flap.

"Sure, whatever." Bakugou replied in disbelief.

Over the years the two developed a friendly relationship. When Bakugou only had himself—his parents sulk about his older brother, not really considering Bakugou—Izuku was there. At first Bakugou was neglectful by Idea of him Izuku becoming friends, but in the end he decided he needed someone. And there was Deku.

"Don't get eaten by a villain while I'm gone, okay?" Izuku joked, not knowing what would come to happen.

Bakugou chuckled. "Even If I do, I don't think you can do somethin'bout it."

The day went on quietly. Izuku took his own way, Bakugou took his. He found himself strolling through an alleyway, it was dark and dirty, but he despised long routes. So, he essentially made himself through the alley in order to go home. If Izuku wasn't along, then who else would he go with? He didn't have friends. It was truly hard for him. But for some reason, it was always Deku who got everything. The only possession Bakugou had over his friend, well, was his quirk. What would it feel like to be quirkless? He wondered. I would hate myself because I wouldn't be able to avenge my brother.

Out of anger, he accidentally burnt the can of soda he was drinking. He grunted and threw it without care. He kicked a bottle on the ground out of frustration. "Fuck," he muttered. He didn't enjoy remembering his brother. "Not know."

"Ahh, look at you with that powerful quirk!" A dark voice said. Bakugou saw how the giant sludge creature emerged from the ground. He felt his heart beating so quickly, the sound reached his ears, blocking off any outer source of noise. "Mine and yours mixed could take down All Might!"

Bakugou always found himself in the worst scenario possible, and for what's worth, he didn't run. In fact, he grinned excitedly, peering his eyes at the green sludge villain. And before he could retain himself, he lost control of his words. "Oh, yeah?" He inquired, "Nor you, or any other villain will be taking down All Might." He created explosions from his palms.

"Why's that, boy?" The sludge questioned.

Bakugou chuckled. "Because I will be the one to destroy him. I will defeat him, and then take down the villain who killed my brother." Before any more words were spoken, the sludge villain had already absorbed Katsuki.

"I don't think you will be able to," the sludge sneered. "You're just the correct type of villain for me."

I'm not a fucking villain, you cocksucking fuck! Bakugou tried shouting, but it came to no avail because soon enough, he lost control. Fire surrounded him and once again he was being rescued. Kind of. "GET THE HELL OFF ME!" Bakugou shouted after getting a little loose from the villain's grasp. "I'LL KILL YOU BEFORE YOU HAVE THE CHANCE OF CONTROLLING ME!"

The villain laughed and felt the explosions through his liquid flesh. "Good luck with that, boy," he mocked. "I'm almost finished here, so why don't you take a nap?" The liquid covered Katsuki's nose and mouth, he couldn't breathe.

(Listen to Counterattack soundtrack—Attack On Titan. For a more enjoyable experience.)

Is this it? He wondered. Am I really going to die by the hands of a no named Villain? Was my life worthed at all? His legs became weak, his arms, too. Slowly, he began to think of his parents and how they would feel losing another child to a villain. I'm fucking sorry, Mother, Father, he spoke to himself and recalled the memory of the person that had always been with him. Ups and downs. I'm sorry, Deku. For one moment, Katsuki wished to look up at the sky, just, one more time, like his brother did.

And as he saw the fire and smoke surrounding him, there was a flash of hope that entered his body. That small second of desperation, activated the heart of a Hero. Within seconds Katsuki noticed his Best friend running into action. Deku?! He mentally cursed himself for giving up. You look so stupid, quirkless, but still trying to save me. Unlike me. Bakugou saw the desperate look in Izuku's face. He was terrified, yet he was there attempting to save him, unlike the other Pro-Heroes.

Izuku threw his Backpack, and in that moment Katsuki took a gulp of air. You actually did rescue me. Katsuki thought with a grin. His legs felt strong once again, his arms retained their strength, and then he created a new explosion. "GET THE HELL OFF ME!" It came to no avail, he was being pulled in further, but he redeemed himself for giving up.

"Kacchan!" Izuku cried.

"What the hell are you doing, stupid Deku?!" He questioned, not really wanting an answer.

He saw Izuku digging his fingers into the liquid flesh. And in one moment, he saw a desperate smile on his face. "You looked like you were asking for help . . ." He said. "Now, let's get you out of here!"

In that moment, Katsuki saw the fire in Izuku's eyes. In that moment, he realized that Izuku had more grit. In that moment, he saw Izuku becoming a Hero. In that moment, Katsuki realized that there are two types of heroes. The ones who strive for power and victory, like his brother. And those who save people even if putting their lives at risk, like Izuku.

"Hell, yeah!" He shouted and grasped for Izuku's palm.

"I don't think so!" The sludge villain yelled, raising his liquid fist, slamming it down on Izuku. "Die, little fucker!"

"Deku!" Katsuki cried, and felt Izuku let go of his hand. "No, not happening again!" He shouted. Tears welled in his eyes, the memory of his brother dying before him crossed his head. "SOMEBODY FUCKING HELP HIM!—"

For a mere instant, everything went quiet. Bakugou felt his body squirming desperately. He tried getting loose. His thoughts weren't one anymore. But when he saw Izuku on the ground, whimpering like a child. He took a breath. He's okay. But how? He wondered. The sound came back to his ears, and as his eyes adjusted from the blurriness, he saw someone. "All Might?" He muttered, barely, with any breath.

He didn't understand much of what All Might was saying, but before he could get his thoughts straight, he was free, and it was raining. The crowd went wild with cheers and praises. Rescue heroes came in, checked his breathing, cleaned any blood, checked for bruises, and asked many questions. How old are you? What quirk do you use? Where do you live? Do you want to be shown on TV, Newspaper, or radio? You should join my Hero agency! But no praises were given to Izuku. He pushed them away and walked over to his jittery friend.

He saw Izuku flinch a bit. "Oh, hey, Kacchan," he muttered. Bakugou clicked his tongue and released a chuckle. "I know, I was stupid, but I couldn't—"

"Stop the bullshit," Bakugou interrupted. He patted Izuku on the back and let a smirk cross his face. He hated thanking people, and he certainly wasn't going to start. "Let's go home."

He noticed Izuku sigh. "I thought you were going to scold me like everybody," he said in relief. "Besides, it was my fault you ended up almost dying . . ." He noticed Izuku slightly sad.

"What do you mean?" Katsuki inquired. "I nearly died because my ass crossed paths with a villain."

"B-but—" He saw Izuku cock his head to the side, glancing at All Might. "You're right."

Well that was weird, Katsuki thought. Not knowing the truth. Typical Deku.

They were on their way home. Katsuki had plenty of time to think about stuff. The way he'd given up earlier that day was nothing more than Pitiful. What would he tell his brother? Oh hey, yeah, I got killed by a nobody villain. I couldn't avenge your death. Sorry. No, that was just dumb.

"Hey, Kacchan . . ." Izuku broke the silence. Bakugou hummed in response. "If I ask you a question, would you answer with honesty?"

"Sure."

There was a big moment of silence until Izuku stepped in front, glanced at the sun over Katsuki's shoulder and asked ahead. "It's going to sound stupid," he said. "But, do you think I can become a Hero?"

The question was rhetorical to the world. Izuku was quirkless, and there was a no chance for him of becoming a Hero one day.

And yet.

Bakugou's reply would have been the same, No you can't. But he didn't think that way anymore. Izuku had become a better person he could ever dream of becoming. So of course. "Yeah," Bakugou replied. "I do think you can become a Hero." He wasn't lying.

Izuku's look on his face was just priceless. The tears welled in his eyes dropped down to the pavement floor. The sun created a certain glint in his eyes, so satisfying, so rich, it made Katsuki smile. Just for one second.

"Thanks, Kacchan." Izuku said with a grin. "I just wish I could make your statement a reality." He sighed and walked ahead. "This is your turn, mine is up ahead," he muttered. "I'll see you on Monday, bye!"

So energetic, Bakugou thought with an annoyed look on his face. It's full of empty hope. I should have said no. I'm going to become the best there is and avenge my brother.

And even if he had that thought in mind, he certainly believed—deep down in his cold heart—Izuku could become an Amazing Hero.

Bakugou glanced at the sunset. He scoffed. "Turns out today wasn't as shitty as I thought it would be."