Some "weird little short stories" (omakes) by a "Rando Person" that I loved too much to not share:

*takes place after sludge monster incident

"D-DEKU?＂

"Kacchan!"

Both of them stare at each other in silence, surprised

"aaaaaAAAAAAAAAAA-"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHH"

"YOUR ALIVE?"

"I'M ALIVE?"

Meanwhile, the heroes in the background: WTF

*After Chapter 13

"HEY DEKU! COME THE HELL OVER HERE!"

"What is it Kacch-" Izuku walks straight into a barrier made by salt

Katsuki: What the fuck that was so stupid how did that actually work

*Later*

"hey Kacchan could y- AGH!" Izuku walks straight into the barrier again

And then he turns around and hits another one

And then another one

And then another one

Then he hits his arms against the barriers and groans

(Katsuki struggles not to inhale sand as he collapses to the ground, choking on laughter)

Thank you again, "Rando person" whom I shall never know for blessing me with that laughter. Now back to the real story!

After two weeks, Izuku had finished his schooling. (Fourteen days of nearly nonstop 'school' made that rather easy) Izuku spent hours straight pouring over his old school textbooks and learning everything in them he could. When he came across a term he didn't understand, he had plenty of time to go to the library and read a whole book based on that subject. Within a week and a half, he had finished learning anything he could have possibly needed to know if he were in middle school.

After testing out his electromagnetic interference for a few days, Izuku remembered something of an issue. He was, legally dead. That was literally why he wasn't going to school. Of course, that would cause issues if his files every needed to be pulled up (like if he ever wanted to attend UA or any high school). The moment he'd thought of it, he'd ended up rushing to his mom's work, easily sneaking past the nurses and individuals while in his incorporeal state. Luckily she was sitting alone in her office.

"Mom!" Inko jumped, throwing a few papers up in the air as Izuku phased through the door.

"Izuku! What are you doing here? Why-"

"I'm sorry! I just had a thought and I couldn't wait, because it's really important!" Inko nodded as she shuffled the papers together.

"Okay… What is it, Izu?"

"So you know how I'm dead, right?" Inko looked at him deadpanned, and Izuku shrugged awkwardly. "Right. So, you had to sign those waivers officiating it, which could be a problem because it announced me dead by suicide and would therefore raise a ton of questions and-" Inko held up her hand, flushing slightly. Her eyes were glossy as she looked to the side, keeping her eyes focused on a picture of the two of them.

"Actually I, I…" She paused, taking a calming breath to end the wavering in her voice. "I couldn't do it. I couldn't sign the things that made it official that my only family… that you were dead." Izuku looked at his mom softly, taking a few steps forward, before halting. It was hard, every time something like this was brought up. He never knew what he was supposed to do. Inko looked up at him. "Oh, don't look at me like that." She laughed shakily. "It's fine now because you're here!" She shuffled the papers brusquely again, busying herself. "Besides! It'll come in handy! The records should just be physical or in a harddrive in the police office, not in the database! Here-" SHe passed him some papers. "This is where you can find the stuff that pertains your death. You should go in and delete it. Plausible deniability." Inko explained matter-of-factly.

Izuku stared at the papers in his hand, wondering just when and why his mom had decided to do this. He was grateful, but had she hacked into the police database or something to get this information? Really, he needed to know?!

The door slammed open suddenly, beneficially startling Izuku into his invisible form. One of the ladies who worked there. Izuku wished he could hug his mom before he left, but settled for exerting a gentle pressure of air on her shoulder. Her quick glance, and small smile showed that she knew what he was doing. Satisfied, Izuku left the workplace and returned home to start planning his illegal activities.

It was fun for a few days, reminding him of when he and Kacchan would occasionally switch things up and play espionage instead of heros. Izuku had always liked that because they would both be quirkless like in the old days of spies.

However, by Thursday, everything had been planned, and he had easily infiltrated the police station one night, taking all of the papers he needed and making sure there was no trace. Izuku wondered if he could give them tips on keeping people out, as villains likely wouldn't have a hard time, but then again, he could phase through walls, short out the security, and left no fingerprints, so it wasn't like he didn't have advantages. So that was done, and the planning was honestly more exciting and fun than the actual event. Izuku felt a bit bratty playing it down, but to be fair, espionage had always seemed like so much more fun in the movies.

Now during the school hours, all Izuku could do was occasionally go to the park, and sit on the swings or float up to the top of trees and just look down. (It was good to note he could remain corporeal and still fly. (Further testing revealed that he couldn't go invisible and be corporeal, yet he could be corporeal and visible.)) Today though, he spotted a familiar head of spiky blond hair and decided it wouldn't be that bad if he followed Kacchan to school. (It's not like anyone would notice him there if he was in his typical ghost form.) Maybe this espionage could be a bit more fun. (No— it wasn't his fault if he was bored.)

• • • •

Izuku followed Kacchan silently, confident in his ability to remain unnoticed. Even if for some reason he wasn't able to go completely ghostly, then he could just fly silently above Katsuki, no problem. Of course, he didn't have to actively tail Kacchan, but it was easier that way, and he would be sure not to lose him. After a few minutes, Izuku strolled up to walk by Katsuki's side. He couldn't decide whether it was fun or sad that Katsuki had no idea whatsoever that he was there, despite what he would certainly consider Izuku's obnoxious humming.

Izuku hummed louder just to irritate that Kacchan in his mind. Oh. Wait. That probably wasn't good.

Before long, they had arrived at school. Izuku was surprised for a second at how quickly they had been, but Kacchan did always speed walk despite his slouching posture, and Izuku didn't get tired even from physical exertion anymore, so he had no issue keeping up.

Izuku continued to walk casually beside him, only stepping to the side when someone was threatening to walk through him. He maintained a one-sided conversation with Katsuki, which yes, was very sad, but even though he considered it, Izuku knew he couldn't return to his natural state. It would be too odd if he showed up out of nowhere, especially being unenrolled from the school.

Izuku paused when he realized he'd lost Katsuki despite his slow pace. He turned around and realized he was taking off his shoes. Izuku watched as he carefully turned his shoes over, shaking them before putting them. Izuku's breath caught as he saw a few glittering bits of silver fall out. He hoped he was wrong, but as the bell rang, Izuku allowed Kacchan to head off to his homeroom while he stayed in the shoe locker area.

When he was sure no one else was gone, Izuku allowed himself to solidify, and walked up to Kacchan's locker. Quietly he opened the door and peered inside. A metallic glint caught his eye, and he pulled back, carefully reaching his hand in to pull the small bits of metal out.

Tacks.

Someone had actually put tacks in Kacchan's shoes, and that someone was somehow not very dead and murdered. Worse than that, it seemed to be a common recurrence, judging by the nonchalance in which Katsuki checked his shoes. Was Kacchan being bullied?

Worry filled Izuku and he shifted, flying up through the ceiling to bypass the stairs, and making his way quickly to his old homeroom. Once there, he immediately belined for Katsuki, checking his desk for the familiar tell-tale signs of a form of bullying just as traditionally horrible as the tacks. One that Izuku had experienced many times from his tormentors who were less brazen and more quietly vicious and cruel than even Kacchan.

Sure enough, on his table were a few dark smudges of marker, words that Izuku could just barely make out. His gasped at the words, not bothering to hide his surprise. (Like, why should he. He was invisible.)

Killer, Murderer, Asshole, Bully, Suicide-Instigator, Did you get what you wanted? Who will you kill next?

The only thing that made these words make sense was if they thought Kacchan had killed Izuku. Of course, to an extent he did, but barely any more than the unknown people who had written similar blocky black letters on his desks.

Even if he doubted these words phased Katsuki, Izuku wished no one had to go through having cruel things marked like scars on their desks. Whether or not you let them effect you or not, having them wasn't fun. Izuku knew from experience.

(Quirkless, weak, dumb, you honestly think you can be a hero?, go die, you're worthless, Freak, Kill yourself already, Why are you even alive, no one likes you, get lost, we don't need dekus here, I dare you to jump off the roof, why aren't you dead yet, stop being so worthless!')(Those words had hurt until Izuku had gone numb, but at least he knew Kacchan wouldn't do something so 'cowardly'.)

But why did they even think he was dead? All they should have known was that he was unenrolled from the school.

Izuku couldn't understand why Katsuki hadn't pulverized the people who did this stuff to him? Why would he be so complacent? It wasn't like him. Katsuki returned to his desk from the back of the room, where he had been throwing away a blackened tissue, likely used to clean up the marker.

"Hey teach." The spindly armed teacher looked up from his phone, legs kicked up on his desk.

"Yes, Bakugou?"

"Why the fuck aren't you doing anything about this shit. Aren't you supposed to be stopping vandalism?"

The teacher still looked incredibly disinterested, but he drawled out a reprimand to the class anyway.

"You heard him. Whoever did this, you should stop. You'll get in trouble." He yawned, returning to his phone.

"The fuck?" Katsuki slammed his hands onto the teachers desk, smoke rising in an explosion that made Izuku flinch. "What the hell is this? You're supposed to be busting these assholes! How ducking useless are you?"

The teacher sat down from where they had jumped to moments ago, arms dangling loosely from their extenders as he picked his phone up off the ground. "Now, Bakugou. Don't insult the teachers. I'm afraid that without evidence, I don't know who did it, and can't do anything about it."

Katsuki glared murderously at the teacher, but returned grudgingly to his desk for the free-study period. Kicking his legs up in imitation of the teacher, he pulled out his phone and began tapping through it angrily. Izuku drifted closer, but hung back when he saw Katsuki frown down at his phone and then look around suspiciously. Izuku had probably messed with it, so he hung back, instead going over to sit by the teacher, purposely disrupting his phone. The anger festered within Izuku as he waited for lunch to ring.

Katsuki fucking hated his teacher. He had always known that he was a gross sleazeball, but this was a new level. His utter complacency and lack of care towards bullying was not how a teacher was supposed to be. Katsuki could take it on his own, of course, but what about other students? This was blatant neglect, and Katsuki was not happy to think about what Izuku had experienced. Not only from the students, but the teacher as well.

Katsuki thus far had only received tacks and a few written words because people were too fucking cowardly to actually face him head on, the bastards, but they wouldn't have had that same fear of Izuku. And then with the teacher, he had always been a suck up and favored Katsuki, thinking it was his way into fame or some dumb idea like that. He likely still had that idea, and continued to treat Katsuki with favoritism, but still had an utter disregard to students attempting bullying. With Izuku, he probably didn't care in the least, even if he were to see it happen right in front of him. (Katsuki realized he'd never thought about how other student's treated Deku. What if he wasn't the only one bullying Deku?)

Just the way the guy treated it pissed Katsuki off, and it took all his self-control not to send a explosion powered fist into the assholes face.

As the class filed out, Katsuki remained on his phone, not particularly hungry. He paused when it shorted out again.

"Kacchan!" Katsuki startled back as Izuku appeared in front of him.

"Wha- What the fuck are you doing here?"

"I was bored, but-"

"What, you were fucking bored so you decided to stalk me? Who the fuck does that-"

"That's not important!" Izuku exclaimed indignantly. "What is why you're letting people bully you!"

"Haa?" Katsuki asked, outraged. "I'm not fucking letting people bully me!" Izuku raised his eyebrows incredulously. "I'm not!" Katsuki snapped. "I just don't know who's doing it. But once I do, I'm gonna beat them to a fucking pulp."

Izuku's eyebrows lowered slightly, but he still looked upset. "That's not right Kacchan. You shouldn't have to deal with this at all."

"And you did?" Katsuki responded bitterly.

"..." Izuku remained silent. The fucker… "You said you don't know who did it? Then let me be your spy."

"What the fuck are you going to do, Deku?"

Izuku looked at him, affrontation and an annoying smug smile spread across his face as he turned invisible. "You seem to forget that I can literally become nonexistent. Besides! I've been practising espionage and-" Izuku flushed and slapped a hand over his mouth. Katsuki snorted.

"Practicing espionage? In what way? Playing spies with four year olds?"

"Wha-NO!"

"Then what?" Katsuki taunted.

"Well, stalking for one. According to you." Izuku pointed out, earning a growl. "And I broke into a police station, but that was less espionage than simple breaking and entering and-"

Katsuki held up a hand suddenly. "You. Fucking. Did. What?"

Izuku blinked innocently. "I broke into a police station?"

"Oh my fucking god. I'm not even gonna ask. Alright then, Deku. What's your brilliant plan?"

• • • •

Deku's brilliant plan, was, in fact, the simplest plan possible. Upon finding out that people usually put more tacks in his shoes before leaving school, he proposed to just go and wait until they showed up, and either detain them or just tell Katsuki who they were. Some espionage expert, all right. Still, Katsuki agreed, and Izuku disappeared instantly, presumably going down to his locker.

Dumb plan or not, Katsuki was looking forward to teaching some bastards a lesson.

Izuku didn't have to wait for long before three bulky boys crept into the room. Izuku cringed as he recognized them. They were all a few years older than himself, as Izuku distinctly remembers them being upperclassmen at one point in time, but had all been held back several time. Izuku wondered if it could have possibly been on purpose, but they struck him as too single-minded to come up with something like that for any reason.

He had known the trio for years, and they had been some of Izuku's most physical bullies.

(Back when they were young and Katsuki had barely just gotten his quirk, he had fought the three of them after they had hurt a kid. Afterward, Kacchan had been bruised and scraped up, wiping a bloody nose, but still smiling victoriously. "A hero always wins no matter what!" he had said, and Izuku's admiration for Kacchan had been cememented in that moment.)

Since then, they had always been partially terrified of Katsuki, and as soon as he and Izuku drifted apart, Izuku became an easy target for them. They often enjoyed locking Izuku in the janitor's closet. Hasen Yubi, in particular, liked to brutalize Izuku. His quirk, Sharp Fingers, allowed that easily.

Izuku still had scars across his arms and shoulders from the teenager digging his fingers into Izuku's skin as Hasen threw him around.

Izuku noticed distantly that his hands were shaking. He stood in silence, watching them, and despite his fear, felt a preemptive and vindictive satisfaction in the idea of what Katsuki was going to do them. He wouldn't usually promote unsolicited violence, but, then again, it wasn't exactly entirely unsolicited.

However, when Hasen pulled out a pack of razor blades, Izuku realized he couldn't just watch. Something like that could be dangerous. (He would know). Before he knew it, Izuku had solidified, and grabbed Hasen's arm, stopping it in its place. Instantly all three of their gazes snapped to him. Hasen whirled around, fingers already metal, and Izuku just barely managed to leap away. Hasen's eyes widened in recognition as a malicious smile spread across his face.

"Oh? If it isn't the green waste-of-space. We thought you had finally offed yourself." He paused slightly. "What a shame that your still alive." Izuku flinched back away at the familiar look and raised fingers. "Now I dare you to tell me what the hell you think you were doing, touching me, scum."

Izuku took a single step back before forcing himself to keep his ground. He took a calming breathe, reminding himself that he had a quirk and could easily avoid the knives.

"I guess that worthless you wanted a beating huh?" Izuku prepared himself to dodge, but the door slammed open, distracting him, and Hasen managed to get his hand around Izuku's neck, and shoved him back into a locker. Izuku's head hit first, and though a ringing filled his ears and he could feel warmth trickling down the side of his head, he scrambled to his feet. Hasen's claws hadn't cut through his neck, so he was mostly fine. Katsuki was growling almost ferally at Hasen, whose groupies had run off.

"What do you think you're doing asshat?"

"Oh? So you care about our punching bag now? How odd."

"HA? THE FUCK DID YOU JUST CALL DEKU?"

Izuku, quietly dematerialized, and rushed to the principal's office, poking his head through the door frantically.

"Principle!"

The stout man looked up from his computer, at Izuku's shout. "Midoriya Izuku?" He asked, wide-eyed. "I thought you were de-" Izuku wanted to facepalm that even teacher thought he had— Right. He kept forgetting. He had died. Either way, that wasn't important.

"Sorry sir, I don't have much time!" He explained the situation as quickly as possible, making sure to emphasize that Katsuki held no blame in the fight. Once done, he saluted, pulling his head back through the door and rushing off. Passing his old classroom he caught some small whispers inside.

"Did you hear-"

"Midoriya and Bakugou-"

"Thought he was dead-"

"Didn't Bakugou kill him-"

Irritation filled Izuku, and he slipped his head through the door. "Excuse me, but please don't gossip about people.

"OH MY GOD!" Several girls shrieked, flinching back. At the yell, Izuku left, rushing back down to wear Katsuki was, leaving the room to echoe with the panicking sounds of people who believed they were going to be haunted to death.

Of course, when he reached the ground floor, Izuku was utterly unsurprised to see the three thug-ish teenagers subdued on the floors. Kacchan had somehow managed to track down the two that had fled and beat them all in just under three minutes. Izuku should have learned by now not to underestimate Katsuki's combat ability.

Katsuki cracked his knuckles as he surveyed the kneeling bullies before him. That should teach them to think they could get away with something like bullying him. As if. He had just been biding his time, but he had to admit it was getting fucking irritating, and Katsuki was glad that Izuku had helped him get this over with as quickly as possible.

Speaking of, a stupidly vindictive smile was spread across the nerd's face. Katsuki could understand why, if the words he had caught as he came up to the shoe room were any indicator, but the look didn't fit Izuku, so he snapped his fingers in front of his nose, instantly clearing Izuku's darkened expression as he truned his head toward Katsuki.

"Kacchan! That was amazing! You beat them so quickly!" Katsuki wanted to preen in the praise (which, goddammit, made no sense. They were weaklings without a challenge, even if that knife-hands guy had nearly gotten him in the throat.) but he was interrupted when he saw the scarlet staining the side of Izuku's head. He instantly lunged forward, grabbing a tissue from his backpack while he was at it.

"Fuck, Deku! Why didn't you tell me you got hurt?"Katsuki pressed the tissue up to where the trail of blood started. Izuku raised his hand up, gently pushing Katsuki's hand away.

"I'm fine Kacchan."

"Like hell, head injuries are-" Izuku pointed at the tissue in his hand and Katsuki followed the line. Surprisingly, there wasn't a single drop of blood on it. "The fuck?"

"The tissue wouldn't really do much anyway, anything that leaves me just disappears— aside from clothes, which oddly enough phase with me—but that's beside the point. I heal pretty quickly too, so I'm fine!"

Unsatisfied, Katsuki leaned forward, clearing the area— it was weird how the towel got rid of the blood without getting stained at all— and was satisfied to see only the smallest cut left. He reached our and brushed up Izuku's hair just to check, but his breath caught when he saw a massive scar on Izuku's temple. Thin lines branched out in a starburst, crack fractures lined in white across his temple and into his hairline. As Katsuki dropped his hand, he noticed that Izuk's hair just barely covered the jagged scar.

"Kacchan?"

"Deku…" Katsuki swallowed thickly. "What the fuck is this?"

Izuku remained silent.

Katsuki felt something pressing down on his chest painfully as he couldn't tear his eyes of the scar.

He knew what it was.

He could still see it fresh in his mind when it had happened, the way his head had been bleeding, blood dripping down the side. He hadn't looked, but he knew how bad impact wounds could be to the head. (They could explode, skull bursting open and spreading blood and brains across the ground with shiny white fragments of bone. Izuku's fall hadn't been high enough for that, the head impact not strong enough either, but it was determined that the internal bleeding in his head had been a large factor to his death.)

"Fuck. How could you not tell me. I—"

"I don't know what you're playing at, pretending like you care about that freak." Hasen interrupted, drawling. "Like you're any better than us. You're just as poisonous to him as we are. If not more." Hasen grinned maliciously, the dark blood staining his sharp teeth spilling like black oil from the hole where one had recently been knocked out. "After all, it's not like everyone thought you'd killed him just because."

"Kacchan, wait, you know I don't think that-"

"Fuck off!"

"Kacchan-"

"Deku!" Katsuki snarled. "What the fuck do you call that?" He growled, jabbing a finger angrily at Izuku's scar.

"It's just a small scar, Kacchan! It doesn't matter, it's-"

"Fuck you!" Katsuki yelled. "A small scar my ass. That thing is a-" Katsuki noticed Hasen's beady eyes looking at them, intrigued. Katsuki grabbed Izuku by the arm a little too tightly and pulled him outside as the teachers arrived. "That's a fucking death scar. How the fuck can you call that nothing? It's not fucking nothing!"

"Kacchan…"

"Shut up."Katsuki snapped with harsh finality. "I don't want to hear it." Izuku watched quietly as Katsuki strode away, a vague sadness creeping up on him that he didn't quite understand.

Katsuki felt that same poison from when Izuku had committed suicide return. Firey pain welled up in his heart as he stormed around the edge of the school, knowing Izuku wouldn't follow.

He fell into the metal door with a repressed sob. WIthdrawing from the wall, Katsuki pulled back a fist, and smashed it with as much strength as he could into the thin metal door. Each strike he punctuated with an expletive through gritted teeth. "Shit. Fuck. FUCK!" He punctuated his final hit with a final shout.

He leaned forward, resting his forehead and elbows on the wall. "Fuck" he whispered. He'd been successfully avoiding thinking about this stuff pretty much since Izuku had returned, but seeing that wound, the area where Izuku's head had caved in, smashed against the ground, Katsuki couldn't not think about it. And how it was his fucking fault.

"Fuck." He whispered once again, hands dropping lifelessly to his side, knuckles already red and bruising, blood trailing down the side of his hand.

The dented doorway stood damaged beside him, no longer able to be opened.

刃セン 指/Hasen Yubi: Blade[sen] Finger. Cuz literal names are fun.