NOTE: The story is progressing pretty fast, and I'm sort of reaching where I planned to end it pretty quick. Also, I found out that someone (I think their name is Gun Master) recommended my fic on some other site. That's sort of crazy to me, so thank you a lot for that. END OF NOTE

Katsuki was starting to gain a real hatred for people who just stood in the middle of everything. He growled and forcefully pushed through the small crowd blocking the alley. A few had the audacity to look insulted. He just gave them a death glare and it was enough to get them to move away. He marched into the alleyway, noticing that it was another dead end with no obvious escape routes.

It was really filthy and Katsuki kicked a few tattered cardboard boxes out of the way. He grumbled to himself as he paced, looking around to see if he missed anything. Todoroki appeared at the alley's entrance. He walked towards the blonde slowly, taking in the dirty space, and Uraraka came running after him, breathing heavily. She braced her hands on her knees and focused on catching her breath. Katsuki cursed and kicked a can so it slammed into the dumpster with a clang and bounced uselessly on the ground.

Todoroki glanced around again. "Bakugou, he probably got away, don't get too mad," he said.

"How the hell wouldn't I get mad!?" Katsuki snapped, setting off an explosion and making a few burn marks on the wall. "He was right here! There's no way that he escaped that easily. If I know anything, then he's probably hiding like the loser he is!"

"What is your problem with him?" Uraraka said, letting out a deep sigh. "Do you know him or something?"

"I did!" Katsuki said, angrily kicking boxes and garbage bags along the walls of the alley. He wasn't paying attention to what he was saying. "Next thing I know that freak is hanging with villains like they're best friends! What kind of logic applies there!?"

"I get that you're mad, but that's no reason to throw a tantrum," Uraraka muttered. Katsuki shot her a death glare, but just continued what he was doing. "Bakugou, he probably got away and is long gone by now. The pros will be here in a little while. Let's just... tell them what we know so they can find him."

"...I want to hear from that damn nerd himself," Katsuki grumbled, almost too quiet for even himself to hear. He kicked a piece of sheet metal that slammed into the dumpster again. "Exactly why he became a villain."

X

Izuku was never more grateful for his skinniness. It let him sit almost comfortably in the center of the metal dumpster, balanced on garbage bags, without touching the sides. Every time something slammed against the late metal box, though, he tensed up and almost hit the side the first two times. His mind wasn't blank, not even close, but instead to filled of one thing to think of anything else.

Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no.

He could hear the slightly muffled conversation of the three hero students outside—something about Bakugou throwing tantrum being the only thing he really noted. His heart rate was probably far too fast, and he'd blame Kacchan for giving him a heart attack if it came to that.

With slow hands—probably over doing the carefulness—he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Unlocking it as fast as possible, he immediately turned off all things that would make noise, from keyboard clicks to notifications. Even if he wasn't planning on doing something that would use that certain noise, he turned it off. He was relieved he didn't have his other phones on him in case anyone outside of the league tried to contact him. He opened the text messages and clicked on Kurogiri's contact.

Deku: Help. Trapped in a dumpster, three hero students outside. Need a portal bad.

Another thing clanged against the dumpster, causing Izuku to clap a hand over his mouth. Kacchan cursed from out the alleyway and grumbling things that the green-haired boy couldn't make out. Luckily, Kurogiri actually responded to text messages unlike somebody else in the league.

Kurogiri: You ran into them again? Where are you? I need a location.

Deku: One of the back alleyways off a plaza in downtown. I don't know exactly! Just send someone to distract them so I know where I AM!

Kurogiri: I'm not sure where Himiko is, but I believe Dabi is in the area.

Izuku was immediately cringing at the idea of Dabi coming to his rescue. He hated that guy's attitude.

Deku: Fine... but I won't like it

Kurogiri: I'll contact him. He should be there in a few moments if he's where I think he is.

Izuku was probably just being obnoxiously petty by leaving Kurogiri on read without saying thank you. He'd probably do it later in person, but until then he'd be a brat about it. He really just disliked Kurogiri's attitude. His idolization of Stain just rubbed him the wrong way.

He tried focusing on the muffled conversation of the others outside the dumpster. Something about waiting for backup. It was a good distraction, but not good enough. Once his head got past the chanting of "oh no," it was clear again and was bringing up the reason he disliked Dabi besides his attitude.

They were too similar, or at least Dabi was similar to a younger him. The obsessions were just expressed differently for different sides of the spectrum.

X

Katsuki didn't pay attention to the amount of time passing while they waited. He stood in the middle of the trash filled alley, grumpily tapping his foot. Deku was probably long gone. Uraraka was leaning against one of the walls, having already sent a text message to Tsuyu who said that she and the others were on their way with the cops. Todoroki was sitting on the ground, leaning back on his hands. Katsuki really didn't want to wait. It was taking too long, even if he wasn't paying attention to how much time actually passed.

The sky was turning orange as it got closer to night. Katsuki scowled up at the sky like it offended him personally. They had been waiting there for a while. People passed by at the entrance to the alleyway. A few glanced at them, only to turn away and keep going, but most minded their own business. Some faltered a little and looked like they were going to ask, but Katsuki glared at them and that prompted them to scurry away.

Another person strolled by, a slow and leisurely pace. They stopped in front of the alley. Katsuki turned his head to scowl at the new comer, but stopped at the weird appearance.

A young man with spiky black hair stood at the mouth of the alley. Todoroki stood up carefully, his stomach getting a weird twisting sensation as the other looked down at him. Wrinkled, purple patches of skin broke up the new comer's regular skin, attached with surgical staples. He was wearing most black.

As he looked over the alleyway, he frowned. Uraraka stepped back cautiously, and Todoroki moved back towards Katsuki, too. The new comer sighed and walked into the alleyway like he belonged there. Katsuki growled.

"Who the hell are you?" Katsuki spat. He was ready to blast the freak's face off if he tried to attack them, but the other didn't move.

"Just here to pick someone up," he answered, calm and even.

Katsuki frowned suspiciously and opened his mouth to say something. The dumpster to their right clanged open. He jolted and whipped his head around to stare. Uraraka let out a squawk and held her hands up defensively. Even Todoroki was caught off guard and jumped back a little. Deku stood up from where he had been hiding in the dumpster and stretched out his arms. Katsuki shot a glare at Todoroki, trying to easily communicate the "told you so" he wanted to screech.

Deku jumped out of the dumpster and walked up to the new comer.

"Took you long enough!" Deku said casually. "You should rush to your boss' rescue, Dabi."

The newcomer—Dabi—just looked away. Katsuki scowled again and explosions sparked on his palms. Dabi and Deku both turned to stare at them. Todoroki held his hand up, moisture in the air turning into small ice particles.

"Two villains, huh?" Katsuki shouted. The plaza outside the alley was almost empty now, he could be loud. "Got a bunch of villain buddies, now, Deku!?"

"Bakugou, Todoroki," Uraraka whispered. "We should wait for Tsu and the others."

Both boys ignored her and continued to prepare an attack. Katsuki was trying to figure out who's head to bash in first. He didn't like the fact that the black haired one looked so relaxed, and he's wanted to punch Deku for a few weeks now—just to try and physically knock some sense into him.

"We should at least stall them," Todoroki reasoned. "Besides-"

"You should listen to the girl, you know," Dabi piped up. The three hero students stared at him. He shrugged his hands casually. "You're hero students, but you're not heroes. Might put a damper on little UA's reputation if a bunch of their precious students got involved in villains, right? What is it called when citizens attack other citizens? Assault? You can't legally fight us, even if we are villains, you do know that, right?"

That stopped them. Todoroki knew that he might be able to get out of it, what with his father and the connections. He'd rather die than do that, though. He knew exactly what the villain was talking about, and that he was completely right. Uraraka's mouth opened as if she could argue, but she just closed it again when she couldn't find any words. Even Katsuki knew the villain had a point, but Deku was still there. The green-haired boy he'd been after and searching for ever since his first disappearance was right there.

Dabi smirked smugly and Deku smiled a fraction.

"Why don't you get your provisional liscence and then we'll fight fair and square, little heroes?" Dabi drawled. Deku held his hands behind his back. The three hero students deflated a little bit more. "Thought so. Let's go, this was annoying."

Dabi turned on his heel and walked out of the alley and around the corner, not sparing a glance. Deku hesitated a bit. He told himself it was because the defeated look on Katsuki's face was satisfying, even as slight as it was.

"Later, Kacchan," he said simply. He turned and followed after Dabi. The other looked down at him suspiciously but kept quiet. At least Dabi could remember what he told him on that first day.

Back in the alley, Katsuki was eerily quiet. Todoroki glared down at his hands and Uraraka frantically hit buttons on her phone to call Tsuyu or any of the others and tell them. In his head Katsuki was using every single curse word he knew to call himself stupid.

Izuku had been right there and he still didn't do a damn thing.