If I hook a left on Fukishima and cut through the alley next to 7Eleven, I might be able to avoid him. Then again he's been catching me more often than not, it's like he can predict where I'm going to be before I even get there. I wonder if he's got a second quirk, Prediction or Mind Read or something like that.
"You just mumble your shitty plans through the day, while you're less than three feet away from me." The quiet voice comes from behind him. The hot hand lands on his already sore and aching shoulder. The dread begins to consume him. He's not going to get home in time to make his mom dinner before she gets home. "You should probably get a hold on that, shitty Deku. Ya know, if you ever want to actually avoid me." The hand on his shoulder slowly twists him around, till he's finally met with enraged ruby red eyes. "Which, I know I've said this before, I don't recommend doing. It just pisses me off more than your existence already does." The hand on his shoulder slowly heats through the speech, doesn't stop heating up till he can feel blisters beginning to form. His school blazer smoldering in the heat.
"I'm sorry Kacchan! I promise I won't do it again! I'll never try to avoid you again. It's just mom gets mad when I get home late. You know she works all day so wants dinner done before she gets home so she can just go to sleep. I'm sorry Kacchan." Izuku Midoriya quietly pleads with the blond in front of him. He knew he should have left from school earlier, made an excuse to go to the bathroom just before the bell. He didn't even notice that school had already let out. His mom is going to be mad that he's late coming home again. He should have-
"Now I've got to follow you to the bathroom at the end of the day? For someone so academically advanced, you sure are pretty fucking stupid, Deku." Izuku is roughly shoved to the ground in the classroom. There's a grunt that rips from his throat when his sore body hits the solid tiles of the ground. Shuffling backwards till his back hits the wall behind him, he brings his hands up to protect his head. He doesn't need to explain to the school, again, why he has a black eye, that's only if they haven't given up on asking him about it yet. There's a few that stopped asking after the fifth time he came in to school with a busted lip or black eye. Writing it off as clumsy nature as he'd tried to convince them. He doesn't want to get Katsuki in trouble for his own mistakes. Kacchan was showing him tough love is all.
"Just not the face Kacchan, mandatory school pictures are in two days." His words are tired and filled with pain. It's only Tuesday and he's already low on bandages and burn cream for the week. He didn't sleep to well last night because he couldn't quite reach the burn on his back and he couldn't find a comfortable position to lay in. He'd need to get more and try to make up an excuse for the clerks at the store. They were always so worried for no reason. He'll just tell them he's working on a new cookie recipe and snagged his arm on the inside of the oven when pulling out the baking sheet.
His back scrapes up the brick exposed wall as Katsuki fists his too hot hands in his blazer, head yanked back as hands twist in his hair. He needs to cut it again, it's getting a little long and it's too hot on his head. We stare into each other's eye for a moment, Izuku's eyes filled with a silent plead for the blonde to just walk away, he couldn't waste anymore time. He loved the blonde but his mom needed dinner.
Katsuki arches an eyebrow and opens his mouth to most likely to inform the boy on what he did wrong in class today. He knew he shouldn't have answered that question in class, knew Kacchan knew the answer and should have let him get the praise. He's cut off by a voice coming from their right before he got the chance though.
"Come on Bakugo, we're going to miss the half priced meat buns." It's one of Katsuki's cronies. He's got a quirk that allows him to elongate various limbs of his body, but that's all Izuku can remember of him. He normally tries to keep a low profile while at school, the less attention the better. Which means Kacchan can get the praises he deserves.
Hot hands still tangled tightly in his hair twist and Katsuki leans down to whisper in Izuku's ear. "Remember. I own you. The universe made sure you'd always be my bitch. Don't forget your fucking place, Izu." The old nickname spit with venom and disgust, as it should be. If Izuku were to look to the right he knew his name would be staring right at him. The once cherished mark of his name, now a constant reminder that he's no more than object for the boy in front of him to play with. He hated his name. Hated that it lead him to where he is at this moment. He hated that he took Katsuki's chance to have a great soulmate away and hates himself for it. Why couldn't he just be better?
A suck of Katsuki's teeth and he's roughly shoved back into the wall. Hoping that, that was the end of the altercation was too high of a hope when he sees Katsuki catch sight of his notebook. His hero log notebook that has small singe marks along the edges. The notebook he was told not too keep working on or it'd be burnt to ashes. He fucked up.
"Still trying to become a hero? What did I tell you about that worthless Deku? Useless, quirkless, wastes of space don't get to be heroes. I told you shitty Deku. Quirkless assholes like yourself shouldn't even be alive. You've already taken my chance at a decent soulmate away, now you're trying to humiliate me?! Maybe you'll learn your lesson this time." With that rant over he takes the notebook off of Izuku's desk, holds it between both his hands and sets off a small explosion with his nitroglycerin. Just to rub salt in the wound he throws it out the open window next to him. He really wanted to make sure Izuku couldn't salvage it this time.
The smallest of whimpers leaves his throat, he liked to keep his old notebooks so that he could keep reading through them. He always hoped that one day his quirk would just come in really late and he'd be able to become a hero. If that ever happened he'd have to be prepared on how he could possibly use it, whatever it could be. He knew it was a long shot but he had to keep hope. Hope he could one day be a better soulmate for his Kacchan.
Finally, with a smirk, the boy is walking away from him and it seems Katsuki is going to let him finally go home to make dinner. Till he pauses at the classroom door and speaks one last time that is.
"Ya know, if you really want a quirk that bad, maybe you should do all of us and yourself a favor and take a swan dive off the roof. If you think about it hard enough about a quirk before you reach the ground maybe you'll get one in the next life. Worst come to worst maybe I'll get a better soulmate. One that isn't a useless, quirkless fuck." He laughs loudly and leaves with the two boys he claims are his friends.
It's not the first time he's been told he was useless, he's been hearing it since her was seven years old and his mom finally brought him to the doctor's just to be diagnosed quirkless. That was seven years ago. So no, that wasn't what had his heart clenching and stomach dropping.
It's the first time Katsuki flat out told him to kill himself. He'd hint at it every now and then as the years went on but he'd never actually told him to do it. Would it really make everyone else happy if he just... wasn't there anymore? Is that really what everyone wants? I bet they're been wanting it for a while now, but as usual Kacchan is the only one that'll actually tell me. I mean he has no reason to lie to me, he is my soulmate after all. He's rough sometimes but I know he still cares about me. Maybe he found out that if you're thinking about quirks just before you die you come back with a better one or even just a simple one if you don't already have one in your next life. He's just trying to look out for me. He just gets mad sometimes, especially when he sees I'm trying to become a hero without a quirk. He just doesn't want someone to hurt me. He loves me, I know he does. He tells me so almost every day.
It still hurts that he told me to do that though. He's not trying to be mean but it still hurts to hear it. Izuku brings his closed fist up to his eyes to wipe away his tears , he shouldn't be crying. He doesn't deserve to cry. Besides there's nothing he should be crying about anyway. He's got plenty more of his notebooks he can read through, that was just number fifteen with his analysis of his favorite pro hero Eraserhead in it. No biggie. He can always try to find that one video of him fighting fro a few years back. If he can find the video he took of the video, because it kept getting taken down. Eraserhead was an underground hero so he understood the need of avoiding public eye. It's almost the whole point of being an underground hero.
Izuku takes a final swipe across his eyes, gathers the rest of his things off his desk and slowly makes his way outside. He took a glance towards the stairs leading up to the school roof but quickly looked away. He needed to get home to make dinner. Maybe this weekend he could do some research on what Katsuki told him and go from there. He trusts the blonde but would feel better if he could research it a little. Around the corner he notices that his notebook is floating in the koi pond right outside his homeroom window being nibbled on.
"Hey that's not yours. Come on shoo." He gently nudges the fish back with the tips of his fingers, avoiding hurting him because they did nothing to him. He's delicate in taking the singed book out of the water, trying to not let the wet paper rip away in his fingertips. It looks like he can still get at least half of his notes from the middle of the book. The first few pagers were completely gone and the same with the back of the book as well. He'll just rewrite what he can and try to remember the rest.
Making his way home he goes through the list of things that are in the fridge and pantry, putting together something to make in his head for when he got home. With Izuku not paying attention, walking home in autopilot, he didn't realize that the small bridge underpass he was walking under had a villain slowly seeming through the manhole cover just behind him. He did however realize that he could no longer breathe and that there was a slimy substance making it's way down his throat.
"The perfect little hide out. No one would even notice this body walking down the street. Just need to hurry up before a hero shows up!" The green slime villain seems happy to have found him, and he's slowly blacking out from the lack of oxygen. He thinks of what Katsuki told him and decides that if this was truly his last moments then he might as well try what he was told to do.
He thinks hard on every quirk he's come across. Repeats in his head that he wanted to be useful in his next life. Wanted a quirk so he wouldn't drag down his next soulmate if he got one. He just wanted to not be a waste of space. Please. Please. PLEASE! Let him not be a quirkless, useless Deku in his next life!
"Have no fea-" were the last words Izuku heard before he submitted to the darkness.
His last thoughts being quirks and wondering if he'd been safe or in a new body when he woke up.
Hello my gremlins! Tis I, in a whole new fandom, with a whole new story, with a whole lot of time on my hands due to the world going batshit insane. The is my first (really my second but this is technically the second chapter to the one shot I posted "It's Okay" which I do recommend but don't demand you read before this. It just shows you the bakudeku relationship before it got to this) So let me know if I'm going to far off with my character development or if you've got ideas for anything.
This will not end as a BakuDeku story. The green gremlin deserves better than what I'm making Bakugou give him. Which will come in the form of your favorite purple haired sleepy boy, Shinsou Hitoshi. I may turn it into a ShinTodoMomonaDeku but idk yet. I'm going to sit on that thought. ShinDeku is definitely endgame though at the very least.
I'm going to drag out darling babies through hell before I give them complete happiness so be prepared. Izuku has got some serious mental and emotional issues. And the poor baby will already have more than several scars before he's handed OFA. I'm so sorry Izu but it's for the story.
I'd love to hear y'all's thoughts so drop a comment if you're feeling generous in these pre-apocalyptic times ^.^