Bakugou stood alone in a vast ocean. It wasn't deep, the water only came to his thighs. He tried to look around, but a cold, thick fog covered the air rendering him unable to see. His nose was barraged with the smell of rain allowing him to rely on only one thing: sound. He stood still in the ocean listening for some sort of movement or noise, but the silence was suffocating.

Tired of standing still, Bakugou trudged forward, deeper into the fog. The water sloshed loudly beneath his moving body making him feel sticky all over. His unusually spiky hair grew soft and damp causing it to drape over his forehead. Cold sweat began slicking down the side of his face.

He continued on, wandering through what seemed to be an empty ocean, but suddenly paused. Something else was coming to him through smell. It was slight and watery not allowing him to categorize what it was nonetheless he moved towards the area he suspected it to be from.

The scent continued to deepen until Bakugou could finally categorize what it was.

Blood.

He picked his hand up to wipe the sweat off his face only to realize it had a dark red hue. Horrified he jumped back, lost his balance, and fell into the water. He laid there for a moment in shock until he shivered and stood. His hair slightly pink now, he staggered forward into the fog looking for the object releasing the blood. He continued on like this until an outline became visible through the fog. Putting his shirt to his nose, Bakugou continued walking towards the figure. The smell was putrid almost like something was rotting.

As he neared, Bakugou was able to figure out that it was in fact a person, but when he was close enough to see the features, he jumped back in surprise. Faint green curls exposed themselves. They seemed surreal compared to the bleak fog. He hastily clambered towards the person and was able to correctly identify them.

It was a blood covered Deku.

Bakugou reluctantly stuck his hand out to touch the body. It felt cold and hard; most definitely a corpse. He stepped back away from Deku, turned around, and began walking back the way he came when something icy clamped onto his wrist.

"That's twice."

Bakugou turned around to be met with the dead eyes of Deku. Deku pulled Bakugou towards him smearing blood on him in the process.

"That's twice you've let me fall."

"WAKE THE FUCK UP!"

Bakugou's eyes fluttered open to see a bulky blond haired guy glaring at him somewhat playfully. Bakugou groaned it was getting harder and harder to tell what was reality. Cold metal pressed against his hands when he tried to move them and he was sitting down, so Bakugou came to the conclusion that he was chained to a chair. He shifted his gaze to the people behind the blonde guy. It was the league. At least that's what he thought because Shigaraki was there. He didn't recognize anyone else.

"The fuck do you want?" His voice was hoarse.

Shigaraki stepped forward, "We want you to join the league."

"Fuck no. Why the fuck would I do that?"

Shigaraki scratched his neck and ordered Dabi, "Release his restraints."

"Why?" Dabi looked confused.

"We need to treat him like an equal."

They undid Bakugou's restraints. He sat there for a minute listening to all the useless shit they were saying until he exploded for the first time in what felt like a million years.

"Shut the fuck up already!" Bakugou flew forward smashing Shigaraki in the face with an explosion. The rest of the villains stood there like idiots as Bakugou shouted, "You're just trying to find excuses to harass people you sick bastards!"

"Aren't you the same, Kacchan?"

Bakugou froze for a minute. He knew who it was, but he couldn't be bothered by that right now, so he continued, "I want to be a hero like All Might. You shit heads aren't gonna get in my fucking way!"

"I wouldn't call you a hero, Kacchan. You already let someone die."

In that instance the room became dead silence, the villains disappeared, and Bakugou stood staring at the sole person left standing in the room across from him.

Deku giggled.

"I'm not wrong, am I?" He studied Bakugou's blank expression for a minute and then continued. "What happened on that night, Kacchan? Do you remember?"

He remembered that night clearly. They were doing some sort of test for courage or something, but during it he heard some sort of strange voice. Like someone was shouting to him. He discretely left his partner and ran towards the source however, when the fire started, he soon got lost in the forest. Smoke wafted freely through the air mixing with the scent of the pine trees obscuring his vision in the process. He wandered around for a bit looking for the source until he heard it loud and clear this time.

'Kacchan!' He remembered now what truly had felt off about the voice and the day. Deku had been nowhere in sight for most of the day. When he woke up, Deku was there, but later on he disappeared. Bakugou couldn't really complain though it had been an amazing day so far without him. But now it was almost like Deku was summoning him for something. Should he just turn around? He wanted nothing to do with the runt. But the brat's voice held some sort of desperation in it that no matter what, Bakugou couldn't ignore it.

He sprinted until he arrived to a tall ledge and saw Deku there with a large man posed in front of him about to punch him. Actually, it was the same man that woke him up. What a small world. The man's arm swelled unnaturally with muscles, he had a blood thirsty grin plastered on his face, and to top it off one of his eyes was missing. The dude was pretty scary, and judging from the size of the arm, taking a hit like that would be deadly especially for someone Deku's size. Deku was staring at the man in silent horror obviously frightened he called Bakugou's name a few more times pleadingly. The arm zoomed down towards it's target and time seemed to freeze. Bakugou stood there in indecision. If he stopped the arm, or saved Deku before the arm hit him, would he forever have to live with a toddler following him around? What if he just let him die? The runt is literally ruining his life, why should he save him? He's a figment of his imagination anyways so he's not real. Deku's not real.

Bakugou stood there watching the arm come crashing down it was only a few centimeters away from Deku's face when the image suddenly changed. The whole situation changed.

Six year old Koda stood there instead, frightened eyes staring at Bakugou with a pleading look of help.

Koda died a second later.

And it's his fault that the kid died.

"See, I knew you remembered." Deku smiled at Bakugou. His expression darkened quickly. "You tried to kill me."

Bakugou's face portrayed an emotion mixed between horror, rage, and disappointment. "If you hadn't-" his voice broke, but he soon recovered, "If you hadn't pretended to be him, Koda would still be alive." Bakugou thrust his head down in shame after saying that.

"It shouldn't matter who you're saving." Deku glared at him coldly. "You killed him. No one else."

Deku took a few steps towards Bakugou and continued on, "You're messed up." Deku giggled. "You're a psychotic motherfucker who can't save shit." Deku was laughing uncontrollably now with a wild look in his eyes.

Bakugou flinched at the change in demeanor of the child.

"Why don't you go join that Shigaraki guy? I'm sure they need a *bread shuttle."

"Just shut your fucking mouth already." Bakugou spoke that quietly, almost uncertainly.

"Kacchan, you can't be mad at me it's only the truth."

Bakugou ran an unsteady hand over his face. He stood there in pure agony. Koda's dead because of him. There was nothing else to say.

"Kacchan." Deku walked slowly towards Bakugou until he was standing next to him. He smiled angelically at him and proceeded to climb on his back. "What if I killed you? You deserve to be dead anyway."

In that moment, Deku pressed his icy fingers into Bakugou's neck, stopping his airflow. Bakugou did nothing in response. His body refused to fight for himself. After all, he was better off dead a this point. His vision darkened and he began to lose consciousness. Yes, this is for the best. He's no better than a murderer and he was sick of these visions anyways. Dying in a bar wasn't the ideal situation, but at least no one was watching.

It was as Bakugou died that he became more aware of something else. He could here the beep of a monitor, and quiet murmurs echo through his ears.

Of fucking course.

He opened his eyes warily to see a room full of his classmates.

"He's awake guys!" They all cheered happy to see Bakugou making a recovery from his long slumber.

Bakugou ran a hand through his hair and blankly glanced to the thing standing at the foot his bed. The kid had the same angelic look on his face.

"You know Kacchan, I can't let you die yet. That would be too merciful of me."

Bakugou stared at the child for a moment before plastering on a smile to great his classmates, but at this point he couldn't tell if this was real or just another dream.

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A/N - *bread shuttle - it's a Korean slang term that refers to a person who is constantly bullied by a group or gang and is forced to get them the items they need (which is most the time illegal stuff) If anyone else knows the term sorry if I explained it wrong.

Also, I'm sorry if this chapter was kinda confusing. I didn't put the italics on certain parts like I did in my other chapters because since I'm writing in third person Bakugou's POV...I forgot what the formal version of that word is, anyways since that is the POV I'm using in this chapter I thought the italics would take away from the chapter since Bakugou himself has no idea what is real and what isn't. If Bakugou knew that a certain part of it was a dream, I would've used italics, but since he doesn't I've left it like that in the writing. Hopefully that'll help clear up some confusion, well actually that might make it more confusing, but if you have a different take on it that's cool too :) Writing's all relative anyways.

Oh yeah, do you guys think that it was Bakugou's fault for Koda dying? I've been trying to work it out, but just cannot come to an answer myself. Just something to think about.