5

"I can't believe that Satoko is still in there with him!"

"I know! It's worse than a pit of vipers!" Ashido sputtered out.

Midoriya, Uraraka, Iida and Ashido were hanging out, as well as a new addition, Ibara Shiozaki.

"Who are we talking about?" The vine-headed girl questioned, raising an eyebrow at Iida.

"Bakugo." The taller male leaned back in his desk chair, arms crossed. It was the weekend and finally he had a chance to catch up with everyone, and had invited them all back to the his SA room to chill and watch a movie.

"Oh!" Uraraka exclaimed. "Sorry! We forget that you don't know him!"

"Yeh! You just fit in so well!"

Midoriya smiled at that comment. It was so nice of Ashido to say.

Iida explained. "Bakugo is a Hero Class'er, been with us since Day 1. He's rooming with the new guy in 1-B."

"Oh." Shiozaki put a knuckle to her mouth. "I don't know much about either of them."

"Well for sure you don't know anything about Bakugo."

"He's the blonde crazy one right?"

Ashido and Uraraka suddenly bust up laughing so hard, rolling on the ground at Ibara's comment. Midoriya had an opposite reaction, his whole face went red, he wasn't sure if it was embarrassment he felt, just a strong sense of 'knowed-ness', or what.

Iida was the commentator to the newest girl, who didn't understand the laughter. Her question really was truly a question mixed with observation. "I mean, you aren't entirely wrong. They did have to chain him up and muzzle him for the championship stage."

This just made Uraraka and Ashido bust up even more, finally Midoriya was letting his expression go and a silly smile was creeping around his lips. Bakugo really was quite ridiculous, and there was no need to keep so stiff about it, especially with the girls rolling in laughter on the blanket and pillows they'd spread across the tile floor.

They didn't take it seriously, when out of his sight and hearing, they looked at Bakugo humorously.

Was he the only one that took his ex-childhood friend's demeanor negatively? Even Iida dealt with him better than he did.

He'd just freeze up around him. Midoriya knew that that was still kind of a childish response, something he needed to overcome, but if the girls could be so overcoming of it then so could he.

"Ah." A realization dawned. "So, he is the one then." She pushed a green strand of ivy behind her ear. "That was hard to miss. Everyone in the stadium seen that."

"He was so mad." Midoriya pushed out trying to get past his hitched throat. "Todoroki..."

"He's using fire now because of you." Ashido said calmly, giving Deku a warm smile. Iida's arms still crossed like he was contemplating.

"Yeh, but Bakugo was kind of just 'handed over' the medal. It was kind of dishonoring." Midoriya finished, sitting back against the wall now on Iida's bed, securing a good comfy position for himself for the next couple hours of movie watching, he put a pillow across his lap. Kind of was an understatement.

"Hn." Iida made a noise, confirming that as truth.

"But watching him thrash in the muzzle was kind of worth it." Ashido commented, it came off as snide. But, then her tone changed and she stopped playing around unlike Uraraka who was still chuckling. "You know what?"

Only Uraraka looked.

"I just remembered." She had a long look cross her pink features, recalling. "I seen Bakugo a short while ago, uh. Not today. Maybe a week ago?"

"Yeh?" Iida mumbled, getting distracted, half listening.

Deku sat up straighter on Iida's bed, his hands now on his lap, listening like Uraraka. Bakugo had been particularly avoiding of everyone since he'd moved into the dorms. Almost invisible except for his blow ups in training. That you just couldn't ignore.

"Yea. He was in the hall 12:30 at night down on the 2nd floor."

Uraraka stopped laughing and rolled over in her newly bought UA hoodie from the campus store. "Wha? He's never around."

"I know. It's odd right?" She rolled over too and sat up Indian style.

"For Bakugo? Yea." Iida wasn't the one putting thought into Ashido's words. He was touching buttons on his blue-ray player, setting it up for the movie.

"What was he doing?" Uraraka looked so interested. She'd got her butt-whooped by the the guy in the championship, and since, she'd stayed away as far as possible, learning that 'Yes, he really would go all out, even on a girl.' It didn't matter to him, gender aside, he'd whip anyone down who was in competition with him. That trait she had learned of him, had just added more flame in her mind to his vivid, but yet, ever-burning high-headed personality. He was so much more now... She viewed him as a person you couldn't even touch without getting burnt.

"He was just walking around."

Deku mumbled out a 'hn', thinking back on his hero study notebooks. He sat back on the bed. For as bad as Bakugo had treated him over the years, he'd still studied his quirk and him as a person. Revisited him a few times actually as he'd discovered something new. But this? This walking around. As simplistic as it was, it didn't sound right.

Bakugo never did anything aimlessly... except to blow stuff up on occasion. Even in his yelling though, was on purpose.

"But I don't think so."

"Huh?" Uraraka stated, glancing at her roommate, Ibara, who opened a blue-ray case and took the booklet out, thumbing through it. She was talking with Iida, and they were in their own conversation about the action movie he'd rented. "Wha you mean?" She finally looked at the pink girl.

Midoriya just took the conversation in quietly. The girl's looked like they were kind of oblivious that he was even listening.

"Uraraka." Ashido got kind of quiet like she had a secret.

Deku was watching Iida and Ibara chit-chatting, but was actually listening with full on strength this 'meant to be' secret conversation. He couldn't help it. This was Bakugo, and as much as he'd tried to rid himself of thinking of him, he couldn't, even after he'd treated him so bad, stomped all over him as a child and young adult. Bakugo was his competition, to become the best hero. He would become #1, not Bakugo, and if there was something secret that he was going to learn about the blonde firey douche, (Yes, his mind finally allowed him to call him that), than he'd take it in full-on, bathe in it, and use it to become better, stronger, faster, whatever it was that was needed.

"What?" Uraraka whispered. She'd used her name. Her attention was on her words completely.

"Something wasn't like..." Ashido quirked the corner of her mouth in, thinking. "... not okay. You know?"

Deku's eyes got a bit wide. He intently watched Iida and Ibara, to throw off the girls below the bed on the floor. Not okay? Bakugo wasn't okay? What'd she mean?

"I was working on this project I shouldn't of procrastinated on for Art History. I was up super late, and almost done. I just wanted to go take a shower before heading to bed."

"Mhm." Midoriya heard the brown-haired girl mumble, intent in it.

"I just walked out of the door and barely rounded the corner and I seen him. My room's at the end of the hall there." She hushed. "My natural reaction... because it was Bakugo... was just to stop and turn around."

"Of course!" Uraraka whisped, nodding her head frivolously. Shoot! She would of turned around too had she seen him! Late at night, that'd be last person she'd want to run into.

"But instead I didn't." Ashido pondered.

"Hn?"

Iida was mumbling on about how the director of the film he rented was his favorite to Ibara, and it was the loudest thing in the room. Overpowering the other conversation 10-fold. Deku tried to key his ear in even more, now shifting his eyes to a poster on Iida's wall of his brother, trying not to look suspicious, but just 'bored', as the girl's eyes were trailing around looking for unwanted observers. Apparently they were trying to make it a 'girl's only' conversation.

Ashido and Uraraka weren't exactly super best-friends, but they knew all the talk of the town when it came to Hero Class. They were both kind of gossipy, and were keen on 'hearing things through the grapevine', and if you wanted any information... you'd definitely hit up Ashido first before anyone.

"It was what he did."

Midoriya's eyes widened in interest, then squinted right after, pretending to be looking and scrutinizing details on the Ingenium poster.

"I peeked around and I'm not kidding you on this..."

Uraraka raised on eyebrow, her eyes intense. She wanted the info! And Ashido just had such a way of delivery! She was hanging on every word.

"I watched him walk up to the glass of the lounge down from my room, and he barely moved his head. But he moved it. I seen it."

"Wha... What do you mean?" Uraraka urged.

Ashido mimicked the motion with her head. "It was slow... like this." She moved her orbs slow left to right like a robot.

"Was he looking for someone?"

Midoriya's neck instantly went clammy. Something inside him kind of crawled. He knew why. It was yet another little thing. Bakugo didn't care about anything or anyone, how is it that he could of been possibly... no. Surely not.

"See!" Ashido squeaked a bit loud. When nobody looked she continued a little more quieted. "That's where my head went too. He was clearly looking for someone, but I actually did have to pass him to get to the showers."

"So you did talk to him?"

"Yea. Or it would be weird, and he'd know something was up. So I scooted back to my door and just pretended like I was just coming out of it and had not been watching him."

Uraraka chuckled at Ashido's cleverness.

"I just asked him what he was doing up so late." The conversation raised in lightness.

"What'd he say?"

"Soda." Ashido shrugged her shoulder. "Oh. I told him where the vending area was. And he said... 'I know.'" She lowered her voice in a Bakugo-like tone.

"Now that sounds like him." Uraraka chuckled at her friend. When she did her voice to copy-cat guy voices it cracked her up, especially Bakugo's. His general aggravated tone she could copy so well.

"Mhm." She nodded. "He was totally lying."

Midoriya's eyes shifted to out the window where tall pole lights lit up the walkway out the front of the building. Iida's room, 1st Floor. He heard the Blue Ray tray open, it was kind of old technology, but it'd still work for a movie.

Bakugo lying was not normal either. For as much of a 'douche' as he allowed himself to pin him now, never through their whole childhood had Midoriya pegged Bakugo as a liar. He always did what he said, word always followed action.

'Lying' and 'Looking'. What'd those two both add up to? That he just didn't know.

It bugged him.

"What about Kasaya? Heard anything out of him?"

'Oh yeh.' Midoriya's mind rambled. Speaking of. He hadn't heard anything out of the new guy either since that first day in the dorms that they'd eaten pizza. He'd warned no room visitors after Thursday that week, due to Bakugo moving in the next day. But it wasn't like email didn't exist, they could just invite him out for dinner sometime, or a movie night like tonight.

"Not at all." Ashido sighed a girly sigh, it sounded kind of thoughtful. "He's just a mystery."

"Hn." Uraraka was dis-pleasured with her friend's word. Clearly, she kind of, sort of, liked Kasaya, even though she barely knew him, but she still engaged her friend. "You're right. It's like they're both just kind of the 'keep-away' type."

"Yea." Ashido blew some air out of her nose. "Seriously though. How can Kasaya live with that crazy person?"

"Crazy? More like insane. I fought against him." Uraraka moved in such a way to suggest a chill going down her spine.

"Wait. I know." Ashido winked at Uraraka. She whispered. "Why don't we ask Ibara? He's in 1-B with her a partial of the day right?"

Midoriya actually got a smirk across his face. Ashido. Yeh. She was clever. Get Uraraka's roommate who was in class with Satoko to bring back news about him. And for what?

"Come'on, I'm not gunna pry." Uraraka looked away. "What about your roommate?"

"Nah. She's never even around. I swear the girl barely sleeps. She's always out welding on her inventions. Her side of the room has nothing but boxes of parts! She's distracted and in her own world."

"Clearly." Uraraka remembered back to how Iida was fooled at the championship because of one of her crazy contraptions. Good thing the girl really never was around, clearly she was a nut.

"Please Uraraka." Ashido put her hands up into an angelic like pose.

Uraraka kind of grr'ed under her breath, but did something that made Midoriya realize if he wanted to know anything about Kasaya living in the lion's den... he'd have to make sure to pay attention fully to what was going on with these two: She held out her pinky finger and whispered, "If I ask Ibara to spy on Kasaya for us, you promise me that I get to ask him on a date first."

Ashido grr'ed this time. But the temptation was just too much. She gave it up and hooked her pinky her with counterpart's. "Fine." She grumbled out.

Midoriya almost rolled his eyes. The way they competed grossed him out. They were so forward for young girls.

But if he had any hope at all of finding out why Katsuki was out looking around... and lying of all things, and these girls were going to try to swindle someone into spying, then this was his only chance seeing as he and Bakugo weren't friends anymore. He wasn't as interested in Kasaya as the girls. He was just interested in Bakugo.

He had to become #1.

And finding out what was up with his past friend would help in achieving that than so be it. It was the first time that Midoriya actually felt like he was being selfish, but he felt he deserved to be. He'd been trampled so much under Bakugo's feet, 'Kacchan' as he used to call him...

That was over. He was no longer the little boy running after his quote un-quote 'friend', hoping his quirk would be just as strong.

Looking up to someone who tried to squander out his hope. It was something he never should of done. But he hadn't known any better at the time, he'd been just a kid.

So if there is anything he can learn about his rival, one who's hot-headed and brilliant in combat, that he could use to overcome him, then he'd do it.

And Ibara Shiozaki was going be the deliverer.

All he'd have to do was listen.

He wrote on a tablet at his desk, and he had on a large pair of red headphones.

Bakugo could hear some sort of music, they were noise deafening though to the point to where it was just a low buzz, barely audible, plugged into a huge stereo.

The blonde was already in pajamas, which for him today was a black v-neck shirt and a pair of black joggers, all black was usually his go-to on most days aside his school uniform and hero costume. Bakugo laid on his bed opposite side of the room, reading.

A window was open and a cool breeze was coming through the room. October had brought a nice chill. It was the perfect time where it wasn't hot or cold outside, but seeing how warmth travels up, the 4th floor was always so heated.

He'd came back from class to the right side of the room's window being open, and he'd not minded it.

This all made him flustered.

Even in choices, the roommate made decent decisions. He obviously realized he was sitting up here baking to death, and resolved the situation, and made the room more comfortable, the environment felt relaxing.

This dipshit.

Why was it that every single decision the roommate made was coherent and rational in regards and relation to himself also? Bakugo stared into the words in his book, now not focusing on them as he had been before. They were just becoming black smudges against his thought.

Was it that the roommate was so respectful, because he noticed that at least, that the motherfucker considered his wants also? The idiot had no idea what he liked or what he wanted!

Maybe that was it. Maybe Blue Balls didn't know.

Maybe he was overthinking.

Bakugo felt like he was being driven nuts.

'GOD DAMNIT!' HOW frustrating! He slammed his book shut, unheard by the music-listener.

But, Bakugo admitted... He borderline liked living here. He'd already allowed himself to accept that it was because of his roommate's demeanor that everything was the way it was. He sure as shit didn't add anything to the room's environment.

His side was practically blank.

All his stuff easily packable and ready-to-go in less than a hour, just the way he liked it, but something inside him stirred. It told him internally that maybe it'd be okay-ish if he settled into this room a bit? If anything, maybe... maybe, just for a bit.

He gritted his teeth on the left side of his mouth. He didn't like anything and he wanted nothing more than to go on living back at home (except to become #1), in his normal room, but as the days went by, and it made logical sense to be living on campus, as his class schedule after sophomore year changed and it was more like college, he started to feel a connection.

This is where he fuckin' laid his head, every. damn. night. Sleeping on the other side, across from Blue Balls.

The loser made it easy.

And that made him uneasy, because nobody made it that easy.

That was why he'd gotten up, went walking down the hall past midnight, looking like a lost retard.

He cursed himself. He'd never do that bullshit again!

Somehow an odd, fucking strange connectivity was starting to form in his mind that he scoffed at to the left of his book, head laying down, letting out a silent push of quick air from his nose. A line between not just the environment and the roommate, but it was between his comfort and the moron.

It was like through it all, the guy's actions whether physical or personality... were just so complimentary to his daily requirements.

His needs.

Bakugo wanted to throw up.

He chalked it up in his head. He'd never lived with another god damn soul except his grandma in his entire life! Never shared a room! Never been up-close enough, exposed to another except that Deku dumbass, and a few other's who went to other high schools, all who he'd lost contact with.

They all had, even his grandma, made him feel uncomfortable in some sort of way.

Deku with his crying crap. His other now past acquaintance of the childhood group, always trying to hug him. Yuck. And his grandma, always overly concerned and worried. That grossed him out.

He wanted to shake all of them and be like 'Wake the fuck up!'

Come to think of it, he didn't even like most girls. So bothersome they all were. Whiny and they complained all the time.

He'd never had a girlfriend, that's how deep his internal hatred of pissy emotions went.

Apparently his roommate had, and it had ended sour.

Real sour.

He didn't let his mind loom back too long, but just enough to recognize that maybe Blue Balls was the way he was because of it.

A distinct 'hn' came out of the blonde's mouth. He didn't want to change. All Might's droning voice floated in the upwards portion of his head 'You have to come home to yourself.'

Bakugo loved himself. What wasn't there not to like? He was everything inside he'd ever need!

Whenever he needed a boost or a dose of realism, it was all internal, his thoughts were his. Sure, he was a total over-powered asshat, that he knew, banging up and down the cement walkways at school every morning angry he even had to be awake, but he liked that. Let others be bothered by his attitude, he'd chew 'em out fast!

'Home.' The word loomed. But... was this?

He'd been telling himself that whole 1st month practically that it was all temporary. Only 2 semesters with an invisible idiot, and then he'd move on, and probably get another idiot.

But, who knows if that one would be just as invisible as this one.

Was it selfish, that he was okay with keeping this one for now? Unless he went off the rocker of course, and started hitting bells inside his mind, started asking too many questions, or becoming a normal sheeple, a person that lives life aimlessly like a farm animal.

It was selfish. Wasn't it?

'Yeh.' But honestly, what else was he?

Bakugo grumbled under his breath. Not much else. All he thought about mostly was himself, becoming #1, classwork and sometimes his grandma, but only once or twice. He'd never admit that though.

For as much as he was working on not allowing others to consume his headspace, he was finding himself more so drawn to the thinking about the jackass sitting across the room, he took up just a little bit more space upstairs than his own family which was actually just his grandma. He had no other family.

A few more times he'd seen him up on that roof.

Smoking.

It made him wonder. Was he fucking okay with himself? What the fuck was going through that dipshit's head when he heard All Might say those words?

Bakugo rolled his eyes. He realized, by the way he sat up there, perhaps some things did in fact, consume his headspace, unlike he's previously thought.

It didn't fucking matter, as long as he kept on keeping it all to his fucking self!

The guy served his purpose.

So what?

He made things comfortable for him.

Bakugo really did just want to reap as much of it as he could, before it all got ruined.

Nothing was forever.

Before long, he was still telling himself he was going to find something he'd have to yell at him for, then the alignment of the room's environment would be upset and off-balance, and then he'd be stuck here dreading the last remaining days of the year with that irritating thing over his head about him that he'd just have to suffer through, until he could get out of the idiot's presence.

There was no hope in it. It just was.

That's how it always was.

In everyone he could find something he didn't like.

He did it so that when they did something awful, he'd never be surprised. He even was 'awful' as described by others most of the time.

He learned that from his parents, before they died. They were killed when he was much too young, and he barely remembered them, but he remembered the words escaping his mom's lips: 'Katsuki! Always look at people intently. It'll save you in the end.'

That he did.

He scrutinized severely. Looked at every negative aspect he could.

It served him well to do so, but he was also careful in not over-summarizing someone as well.

He kept it simple.

But, this idiot over here.

He looked over and saw him shift in his seat.

He was giving him issues.

As un-complicated as he was trying to make it, his mind went many ways trying to grasp ahold of something, anything! Usually after a few weeks, naturally a negative aspect he didn't like would naturally surface from someone, and he'd apply that to their description.

Since the roommate was so un-nervingly docile, but yet so borderline rule-breaking, it had his brain instead swimming in multiple directions and over-thinking everything! What a headache!

That natural 'rubbing off' of something negative for him to pick up on hadn't happened yet, even with the 'slight breaking rules' thing.

Bakugo could careless about rules really!

He followed them only to not cause issues for himself in day to day life. If the moron wanted to border on breaking them, or break them entirely, as long as the roommate didn't involve him without his knowledge or if it caused him to feel discomfort, then he didn't give a shit!

Another reason he walked out of the room that night.

He was following an enigma.

A puzzle that he can't quite understand.

And the more it went along...

He stood and threw his book down on the bed again, he had to go take a piss!

He trudged over to the toilet door and slammed it shut.

Fuck this train of thought! Fuck it!

(Author's note- The rooms all have a shared toilet/sink. The showers are communal, one for boys and one for girls on each floor.)

Kasaya noticed that he was abnormally being watched in class. Someone up front with green hair kept passing glances.

A girl. Great.

Exactly what he didn't need right now.

He sat in the back of the class, it was the best for him, he liked observing the whole front of the room, watching others and when they took notes, and then he'd do the same. It actually helped his learning he'd realized.

After class sure enough she approached and walked right up to him. Kasaya noted she had such a confidence about her.

"Hey." She said plain. "You're the new guy."

He tightened the hair he had pulled back into his bun and nodded. Kasaya was hoping that this would dissolve soon, he didn't get as rattled under the collar like his roommate when someone random came up to him, which would take him away from his next pathway to wherever, but he still tried to avoid it as much as possible.

His quirk.

Issues. It caused him issues.

"I'm Ibara Shiozaki. You?" She put a strand of ivy behind her ear and bowed formally.

He held out his hand, and surprised at the gesture, as it was formal but not Japanese in culture, she grabbed it and shook.

"Kasaya Satoko."

She noted he had the grayest eyes she'd ever seen, like a storm over an ocean blocking out the sky. No color was actually in them. She coughed out a response. "So. You don't talk a lot. I mean, you made it to 1-B right?"

Kasaya was feeling a bit off. What was her goal? He simply nodded. "From C, then 4-B."

"So you've improved on your grades? This is as high as you can get. They won't admit from an alphabetic class into Hero Class, if that's your goal."

"No... that's not my goal." Flat, his response. He looked away from her as she sat in an adjacent desk rather relaxed. She wasn't leaving.

In fact, he hadn't really thought about what his goal was. UA's walls protected him from Ashley, that was the thought in getting him in. Him becoming a hero... he wasn't even entirely set on himself. He'd been manipulated so hard before by his ex-childhood friend, that when he was pried from her by his brother, that he'd only used his quirk for her schemes.

His will was no longer her, and with that gone, he lost all control he had. But he'd rather of lost it, than to of held onto it. He'd been doing awful things with it. He had no idea what it felt like to do good things with what he had be born with.

His emotions were so flat.

He remembered though. He remembered what it had been like, to 'feel' that strong, something he was frightened of now because of her, and what it had been like to be strong... even if it was in evil.

If anything it'd be striving to gain control again, any little type of control he could muster at this point.

"So, what is?" She asked, hands folding over her lap.

This Ibara, he looked at her. Her interest was peaked, she was probably just interested in him. For he did watch her, and he recognized that she was top dog girl in the 1-B Class, she watched over everyone, even the boys and kept them on their toes, but he realized only because she was a good person. He watched her smack a guy with blonde hair in the class upside the head, hair much shorter than his roommate's and slicked down, and overheard her say, 'That's what you get for hanging with that Mineta!'

Obviously she was giving ridicule, but as a sister would. He looked away.

He drew a line there between his brother and her. As the over-watcher of the class, he bet she was just trying to get to know him.

"I don't know." He shrugged, not set on telling her shit.

She looked at him inquisitively. "Really?" This seemed to confuse her a bit. As if every other person she'd spoken to had a set direction or something already planned out.

Well, he didn't.

And he wasn't saying crap about Ashley. Him and his brother. They'd find a way to deal with her, he didn't trust anyone else. Look at how his father responded.

Plus, the fortress she lived in now, (she'd moved soon after he was admitted to UA), was practically impenetrable, a high rise suite in a skyscraper down town.

"Look!" A hand slammed down on his desktop and it startled him to look her in the face again. She was standing now. "You don't have to talk to me. You've just been in here for a close to a month and a half, and haven't said a word. And that's fine, if you want. I just figured maybe..." She shrugged her shoulder. "I'd try to get to know you a little. Uraraka said you were a nice person."

He raised an eyebrow. 'Uraraka?' His mind mumbled, but not his mouth. 'Oh yeh.' The girl he hadn't spoken to since that first day in the dorms? With the pizza, and the two others? "Hah? Really?" He actually smiled. That did warm him. For as much as he kept away purposefully, out of a stark white-hot fear of his Level 1 accidental quirk-usage, it was good to hear that he left a good impression on someone. That surprised him with how purposefully avoiding he was of everyone.

That was all he was after he'd been separated from Ashley. Avoiding. Quiet. Never aloof, always knowing what was going on, but completely inactive in conversations mostly. It made him socially awkward, and he knew it.

With loss of his ability to use his quirk, he just couldn't, couldn't say anyone's name. No hero names. Nicknames. Nothing someone could relate to. It had to be all 'Hey', 'Hey you', 'Oi'. He could say his own name, Kasaya Satoko, as his Level 2 and Level 3 quirk function's didn't fire unless he said... another name.

The name that Ashley gave him.

One, that was now interweaved with his Level 2 and Level 3 cerebral functions that he despised, but it was the only way they worked: Daisutā.

He had been Ashley's 'Daisutā'. Her Disaster.

He could remember it as clear as day when she's named him, under her Emotion Control quirk, around 12 when she realized he was much more of a 'catch' lackey-wise than she previously thought. He was much more powerful than she'd originally grasped.

"Oh Kasaya, if you LOVE me you'll let me mm? Let me name your insides?"

"Of course my love, you own all of me."

"Then let me name your brain Kasaya with PRIDE."

"Yes, I'd be proud to have the name you give, be my brain's name, always."

"Mm, Daisutā. Do you LOVE it? Only call on your 2 higher Levels with the name Daisutā."

"Yes. I will always be your Disaster."

"Forever LOVE?"

He leaned in for a kiss, and she smacked him across the face. Unfazed on the outside, like the hurt didn't happen, he screamed on the inside from it.

"Now that your my Daisutā, I expect with BRAVERY, LOVE, PRIDE, (It went on...)" She's named them all, and Kasaya flashed cold, morphine-like as she'd said each one, overload. "With every ounce, when I want you use 2 and 3, I will call you by Daisutā and you will say that name, and then that'll make you do it for me?"

"Of course, that's how it works. You know me, all of me. I will do anything you ask. I am Daisutā, your Disaster Walking. I will say the name and make it done for you my sweet. I would kill for you." He bowed. "I am so in love."

He became at a loss for words so fast after her.

It was so hard. She had used him so, all he was saying was people's names, and his brain's, watching to his horror as they'd do the thing he told them to, or blacking out until his brain was done.

When she'd beckon him to call on Daisutā using her Emotion Quirk, and he'd say it, his brain would search inside itself, usher his brain to scan for any piece of information he had stored to do the function her quirk emotional control wanted.

"Daisutā. Torture him for me? Because you LOVE me?"

"Of course. Daisutā." He'd speak the name... and then his brain would search. Like a movie film it'd began flipping and flipping, finding subconscious files, and it'd remove his own thoughts from his brain, and only a blank stare would be there as it processed.

She'd made him sit and read books and books for hours, watch videos of how to do swordsmanship, archery, kung fu. So when she wanted to call on Daisutā, it would have a vast library of information to perform tasks.

His own mind, Daisutā controlling his own body though, that's when he's lose everything.

All thought gone. He'd be blank. Wouldn't remember what his brain had done to someone until he was done. Then the images would pour in.

It was like a double conundrum. Her quirk combined with his Level 2 made it to where his own eyes wouldn't see the action, not until after Daisutā was done, and Daisutā gave Kasaya back control.

He wondered if he usher Daisutā alone... if he wasn't under her control, would he black out there anymore? If letting Daisutā run him, and Kasaya a figment in the back... but it wasn't by her.

So many unanswered questions he had.

"Hello?"

He looked, eye hollow and lost.

"Yea. Uraraka is my roommate?"

"Oh okay." Kasaya smiled again. No wonder, social outkast. That moment of silence probably just made it worse. He stopped his thoughts as she jabbered on about the brown-haired girl, her roommate, and how she liked her, playing up some strong points.

He wasn't engaged with her words at all, just blankly listening.

Ibara wasn't about to lie to the guy. She was too honest. Uraraka cornered her in the room. Told her about Kasaya Satoko, how they hadn't heard anything out of him. Uraraka seemed honestly concerned. As far as Ashido, Ibara wasn't sold on that one. The pink demon looked mischievous, and too hell bent on gossip. She realized Uraraka actually was a bit more sweeter than Ashido, that she was thankful for.

That was why she went along with it.

She liked Uraraka.

Uraraka was genuine enough to be concerned about Kasaya, someone she just met, rooming with the monster Bakugo. She thought that Uraraka did deserve the opportunity to ask him out on a date if she wanted, rather than Ashido.

And she'd just see to that happening. She was quite motherly, and the overseer of 1-B.

She could do that.

But she admitted to herself that she wouldn't of entirely gave in to Uraraka if it wasn't for her being curious about Satoko himself, and his ever looming, quiet presence in the back of the room. It bugged her.

She wanted to get to know him as well. Not as competition with Ashido and Uraraka, but because of something else...

The registry.

What was his quirk? There was no listing for him.

She was honest, and honest in her curiousness. But he hadn't said a single thing about it.

"Well look, anytime you want to come hang out, come on down to our room." She slid a piece of paper on the desk.

He took it and opened it. It had a smiley face drawn on it and the names 'Uraraka & Shiozaki !' An overly excited amount of exclamation points. That made him chuckle. It had a number on it too. Their room number.

"I'll see you around okay?" Ibara stood and walked away, waving as she walked out of the threshold, leaving him sitting by himself in the 1-B Classroom.

Her complimenting her roommate there, it was all just a fog. Maybe he should of been listening? But he'd been sucked too far deep into his own thoughts.

He folded the paper back up and stuffed it inside of his history book, closing the hard, thick cover.

He just, he had trust issues.

They couldn't possibly understand.

Either of the girls.

Both he got were incredibly nice, both different in personality of course. He rested his chin on a knuckled fist on his desk, a low bumbly boom in the sky happened from outside.

'Oh yeh.' He'd forgotten an umbrella.

Rain pittered on the glass.

Trust. He only had it with his brother. He could only trust in him. He was all he had. That and UA's protective walls. The barrier between the 6 mile round campus and the rest of the world.

The rain pattered some more on the glass, the cloud shifted making the room become shaded.

A caged animal.

That was what UA made him.

It didn't anger him, because he understood the consequence, but he did feel trapped.

A tiger... he had been at least.

Ferocious.

An evil, wicked blood-thirsty carnivore he'd been.

He often compared his past quirk-usage to that image.

A navy blue, wretchedly savage feline, preying on people of all kinds, by the will of someone else, by Daisutā. An invisible collar around his neck, chain held by a witch.

But it didn't have to effect his future, even if some things were still reminders; the smoking, the texts, the insomnia, and alcohol.

He didn't have to still 'let her be controlling of his nature' his brother would say. His brother, he understood. But he didn't at the same time. He never watched the things he watched, knowing that he was the one doing those things. That sudden rush of imagery from what Daisutā had done while Kasaya wasn't in-charge, left him screaming, screaming inside.

It's one thing to know you caused something evil to happen. It's another to watch it occur right in front of your eyes, or have it loaded after a period of darkness.

Like a playwright. People became his puppets. Ashley made him make people his dolls. All for her. Daisutā used him. His own brain!

His brother could never see those things, but Kasaya could never un-see them. His brother... he never could understand his fear.

Stone cold. Chilled, fear.

Ashley.

She'd disrupted his whole life, and replaced every ounce of everything he used to be before her... with fear.

Inadvertently, she still effected him.

"Hn." He mouthed. He didn't know what to say. He did those things. He'd committed those crimes, at the mercy of someone's else's cause, but he'd done it.

He might be protected behind UA's walls, behind some bars, out of her reach, but she destroyed his ability to use his quirk on his own, to be in control of it. He had been without his own will for so long, he didn't know who he was. And that... that was what wasn't good.

He had no will of his own.

Kasaya took the paper out, and unfolded it in his hand, looking at the names and room number again, streaming bands of water reflecting off it's pure white surface from the window aside his left.

"Sorry." He didn't feel like crying, he didn't feel like anything, he never 'felt' anything.

He just... knew. "I'm too dangerous to have friends."

With that he crushed the paper in his palm and threw it in the bottom of his open backpack. He'll throw it out later.