Okay… So, chapter 2 is here… I hope you all like it! I'm kind of enjoying the story so far. It's a challenge to keep characters in character and yet be slightly different because of circumstances, you know?

Disclaimer: I don't own My Hero Academia

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Call Me… Deku

Chapter 2

Bakugo was already not making friends and it was only his first day at UA. He slouched back in his seat, legs kicked up on his desk, smirking. Some teen from a private academy was harassing him about respecting school property, but he didn't give a damn.

He glared around the room, searching for competition, though he wasn't highly impressed by what he saw. A redhead sat behind him with shark-like teeth and a goofy grin. He hated it. The look was too similar to Midoriya's, though it wasn't the same, no one had a smile like the little nerd did.

A pit formed in Bakugo's stomach at the thought, reminding him that it was his fault he wouldn't get to see that smile again. He shook his head to clear it and rummaged through his bag. Eventually, he found what he was looking for. A worn notebook that read 'Hero Analysis for the Future: Volume 13'.

"Oi! Shitty-hair" he muttered, getting the redheads attention. "What's your name and quirk?"

"Uh… Eijiro Kirishima… It's nice to meet you?" the boy answered, confusion evident in his voice.

"I asked what your damn quirk was too!" Bakugo growled as he scribbled on the next free page.

Kirishima just kind of tilted his head and replied 'hardening'. He watched the blonde draw him on the wrinkly paper, wondering what in the world the gruff student was doing. Before he had a chance to ask, another oddball showed up, this time in the form of their teacher, Mr. Aizawa.


Bakugo had taken the notebook with him, frantically writing down all the strengths and weaknesses of his classmates while they performed the quirk tests, not paying any attention to how the people around him murmured.

The one who was doing the absolute worst out of everyone was some student named Shinso, who didn't seem to have any quirk ability. Mr. Aizawa would collect their scores and move on, simply stating this was a good way to check their physical improvements at years end.

Bakugo growled as he couldn't figure out what the boys deal was. He supposed he could just ask as he had with Kirishima, but something about Shinso's lazy gaze made him uncomfortable, putting him on edge.

"Damn…" he muttered. He'd always laughed at Deku's note-taking, but now that he was actually doing it with people he didn't know, it was more difficult than it seemed. After practically begging Inko for them, he'd gone back through the first twelve notebooks Midoriya had written and found them to be incredibly detailed.

"Fucker was observant… How the hell did he figure some of this shit out? He couldn't have asked all of these people such sensitive information…" he thought bitterly. It brought a new wave of guilt over him since he knew he'd called the skill useless. The book in his hand was proof enough; burnt, water-wrinkled and covered in dried blood… all damage received on the day Izuku jumped.

"Uh… Hey… Bakugo, right?"

Katsuki looked up from his notes and glared at Kirishima. "What do you want?" he hissed. The redhead was simple enough to figure out, so he had no more interest in speaking with him.

"Dude… I'm just gonna man up and say it. You're freaking people out a little bit with the intense staring and then writing stuff down. It's kind of weird…" Kirishima explained, his face understanding but uncomfortable.

"Haven't you fucking heard of analyzing your competition?" Bakugo grunted in response. Though at that moment, he tried hard to keep his face in a scowl. Now he knew exactly how Midoriya had felt after being called out, and this kid was being nice about it. "Fuck me. Fuck my stupid asshole attitude. Fuck everyone that let me get away with it. FUCK."

The boy rubbed the back of his head nervously, as if Bakugo was missing a huge point he'd tried to make. Finally, he took a deep breath and pointed towards the notebook. "That thing is covered in blood bro, why not just use a new one that isn't… well… that doesn't make you look like you murdered someone?"

Bakugo's world went silent for a moment, his blood running cold down through his veins. An evolution of Deku's eyes looking up at him flashed through his mind, starting out at five and happy, eight and apprehensive, twelve and fearful, thirteen and breaking, fourteen and… dead.

Katsuki could feel himself starting to shake, the air becoming harder and harder to gasp down. He was about to go into another panic attack right there in front of all of his classmates and teacher. After so many months of counseling he thought he'd gotten over them, but, he was quickly losing control.

"Uh… Bakugo… hey man... It's fine… I'll just tell everyone to chill…" the redhead tried, backing up just in case he was about to get attacked.

But the words bounced right off Katsuki's head. All he could see was the resigned disbelief when he'd tried to hold Midoriya's hand while they waited for the ambulance; the fog and emptiness that soon took over those green eyes when his heart stopped after his damaged lungs spasmed to get in air past the thick blood that filled them.

"Hey!" Shinso started quickly, stepping up beside them after noticing Kirishima's growing confusion and Bakugo's erratic breathing.

The tone of the purple haired boy's voice was filled with pity, something Katsuki thoroughly hated. He barely managed to grind out a 'what' when his mind went blank.

Shinso looked beside him at Kirishima, the redhead looking relieved that whatever chaos was about to erupt had been quelled so easily. "What did you say to him to set him off?"

"Nothing man… Just telling him about how his blood-spattered notebook was making people uncomfortable. He just got this crazy look in his eye after that, I thought he was going to kill me."

Shinso clicked his tongue in annoyance. That wasn't rage in the blonde's eyes, it was fear and panic. He gave Bakugo an order to calm down when he woke up, and then released his mind control.

Bakugo blinked away the blankness and looked around, remembering that Shinso had been walking up to him when he'd about lost it. "What the fuck did you do to me, asshole?"

"I stopped you from having a meltdown in front of everyone. Maybe you should be more grateful when people try to assist you." Shinso responded, blinking slowly as he examined the still pissed blonde. He had snorted at the suggestion, but there was a hint of defeat in his eyes, his thumb rubbing over the cover of the notebook.

"Thanks. I guess. Sorry for freaking out on you, shitty-hair. Now tell me what your fucking quirk is already, eye bags."

Shinso couldn't help but cock an eyebrow in amusement. "Brainwashing" he finally admitted. Bakugo didn't look upset, or even remotely worried about those implications as he flipped through the pages until it landed on the correct one.

"You're really into that," Kirishima commented, deciding he'd just tell the others to get used to Bakugo and his notebook. "You've written almost thirteen?"

Katsuki's hand stopped midstride and then wrote slower afterward. "No. Just finishing this one."


~Approximately 10 Months Earlier~

Midoriya climbed to the top of the stairs slowly, still clutching his Hero Notebook to his chest. He was crying heavily, thoroughly broken from too many disappointments piling together on his heart.

Earlier, Kacchan had told him to jump off the school roof, and the idea of going through with it had crossed his mind. But he wanted to be a hero, so he pulled his notebook out of the fish pond and kept walking forward. When he came face to face with his idol, he thought his life was finally changing for the better, until he too told him to give up.

The mirror that was his very soul was teeming with cracks and fractures, but he still held on. 'Maybe All Might was wrong?' he tried to tell himself. But then he had to sit through a lecture from pro hero's about being stupid and running into a battle while also listening to them praising Kacchan. Praising him! What a joke.

His past, present, and future shattered right there on the spot. He ran back towards his middle school and picked the lock, making his way to the roof. When he got there, the sun was setting in the distance; it was beautiful despite how turbulent his mind was.

He opened the notebook and let out a choked sob at the autograph plastered across two pages, 'All Might'. "Everyone thinks I'm a worthless, quirkless, Deku… Even you… You were supposed to be my hero… why didn't you save me?"

Midoriya stepped up onto the ledge, almost becoming dizzy at how far down it seemed. He sent a text to his mom, saying that he loved her and turned around. It bothered him that he couldn't even face death with bravery, but he didn't think he could jump and see the ground coming quickly towards him.

"DEKU!" a voice screamed from across the school year.

"Maybe you were right… Maybe in the next life, I'll be strong and have a quirk… Maybe you'll love me like I've always loved you… Kacchan…" Izuku whispered to the sky, hugging his notebook close as if it was a lifeline. He fell back.

"WHAT THE FUCK?! NO… DEKU… MIDORIYA… IZUKU!"

'Crack'

By the time Bakugo had used his quirk to propel him forward, the teen had already hit the ground with a sickening crunch. Blood bubbled from Midoriya's mouth, spilling over its edge and pooling with the rest that flowed from his broken skull.

"DEKU NO! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU… NO! NO! NO! STAY WITH ME, KEEP YOUR EYES OPEN DAMN IT!" Bakugo shouted, panicking as he dialed 9-1-1.

"K-kach… B-ook" Midoriya whimpered, his fingers searching around for the notebook desperately.

"They're fucking coming! Do you hear me? Heroes and an ambulance are on their way. Just fucking stay with me!" Katsuki pleaded, grabbing the worn paperback and placing it on Izuku's chest. He took one of the boy's hands within his own shaking ones, trying to calm them both.

Izuku stared up at him, only this time, those puffy, tear-filled eyes didn't hold any happiness. There was no apprehension or fear either. The once strong spirit within them was like shattered glass until the emerald green started to dull.

"FUCK! I said stay the hell awake Deku! Don't… please don't do this…" Bakugo sobbed, his ego no longer able to hold back the intense wave of desperation. But Midoriya attempted to pull his hand away, struggling against the grip until a strangled gurgle filled his throat. Those emerald green eyes became hollow, empty, no longer seeing the blonde as his body fell limp.

It took three people to hold Bakugo back once the ambulance arrived, trying to calm him down as the EMT's took Izuku away shouting things like 'blood transfusion' and 'get the paddles, he's not breathing'. One of the heroes on scene handed Bakugo the notebook that had been tossed aside while they worked.

"Izuku…" Katsuki finally sobbed, his prideful head falling low in shame as he clutched the wet notebook close to his heart. "I'm so sorry…"

~End Flashback~


Friday rolled around too quickly for Bakugo, but he was always ready to go see Izuku, even if he ended up a balling mess of sorrow.

"Katsuki… do you have your katsudon?" his mother asked from the living room.

"Of course I do, ya old hag! Mind your own damn business!" he shouted back.

The woman chuckled and told him to call if he wanted a ride home, knowing full well he'd walk back so that she wouldn't see how much he'd been crying.


"Hey, Izuku," Bakugo said once he arrived at the cemetery, setting his stuff down. He pulled out the food and hero notebook, flipping it open past the 'All Might' autograph so that he could get to the newest entries.

"So, I know how much you wanted to learn about quirks from the up and coming heroes, so… I … I added my classmates to your notebook. There's this one guy, Shinso or some shit like that… He's got a brainwashing quirk. I haven't figured out what triggers it though… You probably would have known right off the bat, right? Pisses me off how much better you are at analysis than me, but whatever."

'Silence'

"I think I might have made friends with him though… and maybe this idiot with really terrible red hair. I mean, it's just awful… pretty sure it's infested his brain. His name is… fuck what is it… oh here… Kiri-"


"He was using that thing during class today… almost made a big ruckus over it too." A voice stated quietly. "Why's he reading it at your headstone?"

Deku leaned against the willow tree, rubbing the side of his head against it as his green eyes watched Bakugo's movements. "It's mine… or it used to be I guess. He must have kept it after I fell."

The figure made a sound, obviously raising doubt over his use of the word 'fell' instead of 'jumped'. But Izuku never really talked about that with anyone except his Master. He was the only person who seemed to truly understand the reasons behind his action.

"Did he do anything else today?" Deku asked instead. "What about All Might? He's supposed to be a teacher at UA this year."

"Nothing worth noting on Bakugo; he just seems like an arrogant prick. As for All Might, it was only our first day in class so we didn't see him. I'll report more to you this coming week. Would you like to meet here again?"

"No," Deku responded blandly, "Kacchan only comes here once a week, so this is when I get to listen to his deepest regrets and weaknesses. I need to focus so I can plan my revenge accordingly."

The other took a moment to take in the teen that stood beside him. He was small but deceptively strong even without using a quirk; his firm muscles evident beneath the white button down and black vest he wore. His cheeks were speckled with freckles and were still just barely holding on to baby fat, giving him a softer, cute look.

But the boy's eyes were the most captivating part of him. Shadowed by his messy green hair, they practically oozed betrayal. The figure new what it looked like when someone who was innately kind finally lost themselves in despair and Deku had that deadness in his dull emerald orbs.

"Kacchan used to tell me to take a picture; That it would last longer," Izuku spoke, shifting his gaze from the blonde to the person staring at him. "Is there something you want from me? The worst thing I could do is say no."

The person stiffened and stepped back, not missing the gleam of a sharp blade peaking out of Deku's gloved hand. "I think you and I both know that's not the worst thing you could do…"

Midoriya smiled slightly, the softness juxtaposing the hardness in his eyes before everything went blank again. "No… I guess you're right." He stated, turning his attention back to where Bakugo was sniffling and still reading from the notebook.

Sensing that it was best to leave, the figure walked backward until he was sure turning his back was no longer an unnecessary threat. Deku was intriguing in ways that were hard to understand. The person decided that against their better judgment, they would try to unravel the enigma that was 'Deku'. Still, they couldn't help but shudder once they were leaving the cemetery. There was something unsettling about someone who had absolutely nothing left to lose, and this mossy-haired teen was one of those people.

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Okay, please, tell me what you thought! Especially about my version of villain Deku.