Chapter 5: Bully

Katsuki Bakugo had a powerful quirk, everyone knew that, and with it he'd propel himself to the top of the hero charts and become the new number one hero. The only thing that mattered in this world was strength and strength alone and he was going to show the world just how strong he will become. Weaklings like that Quirkless Deku, had no place in the totem pole of power and were only there to be swept aside. He made a vow to himself that he would make it to U.A. and he would become number one just like All Might.

The world only respected strength and Katsuki would meet it head on.

There would be obstacles on his path to glory of course; if it were simply just a straight line then no one would be powerful. Physical restraint, Quirk draw backs, competition, and distractions were things that Katsuki had to avoid in order to succeed. So having a three foot, blue and purple distraction living at home was a big challenge, especially when it continuously made its presence known.

The child that his parents decided to foster (for whatever reason) was a constant nuisance.

She would bug him any time he wasn't studying for school, constantly ask for him to go with her on her stupid trips around the same places, and kept trying to insert herself into his life in some vain attempt to be his friend.

Let it be known that Katsuki Bakugo didn't need friends because they were just distractions. Sure he had those guys that followed him around, but that was because he was strong and they followed anyone that was better than them; just like it should be; the weak following the strong.

Deku, on the other hand, couldn't take a hint even when it was throwing him to the ground. He had convinced himself that they were still friends despite everything, not understanding that he was at the very bottom of the pecking order. Katsuki hated him not just because he was a wimp, not just because he was delusional to thing that he could make it as a hero, but because he was a Quirkless shrimp who kept his head in the clouds unable to see reality for what it truly was.

And now he was living with another Quirkless weakling.

Frisk. What kind of name was Frisk? She was almost as bad as Deku in her persistence, but at least she would leave him alone after a while. Why his parents made the decision to keep the brat in their home was beyond him; should have just dumped her at an orphanage and be done with it. To make matters worse, not only was she a Quirkless nobody she was just weird.

She was quieter than any eight year old should be and while some people would see that as a good thing, Frisk would just sit on the couch for hours and do nothing. She also couldn't read Japanese despite speaking it fluently. That and every time he was around her he felt as if a pair of eyes was boring holes into his head even despite the fact she wouldn't be looking at him and always had her eyes closed (another trait that made her weird).

In short, he didn't like her. Not nearly to the level of Deku, but the less he saw her, the better.

So it was a growing problem when his wrenched hag of a mom kept making him baby sit the little weirdo once a week.

"Your dad I are going to deal with some paperwork so you can stay here and watch over Frisk while we're gone," His mom said.

Katsuki groaned, "Again? Why do I even have to be here, the kid can take care of herself well enough."

"Yes, she had made that painfully obvious," she said through clenched teeth, "That's why she needs to be watched over."

Well she wasn't wrong there; the kid had a knack for up and vanishing if you weren't watching her. But still, there was a better use with his time.

"Yeah, but why do I have to do it?" he complained.

"Because you're the only one here and besides, you and Frisk could use this time to do something together," her face took a mockingly condescending look, "You of all people could certainly use a friend."

Before the outraged son could say something to that, his father came over to his wife asking her if she was ready. The kid, like a silent ghost, appeared next to the ash blonde teen sipping form a juice box. They both watched as his parents opened the door ready to leave. "Now, no funny business today. We don't want to come home to a mess or an empty house," his mom said shooting Frisk a look.

"Don't worry we won't be long, be safe you two," his dad said with a smile.

And like that they were gone; off to do whatever they were going to do today.

The two last occupants of the house stood in place for a moment as they both stared at the door in silence, only the sounds of Frisk's juice box filled the air. Then she offered her drink to Katsuki who looked back at her, scoffed, and made his way back to his room.

Babysitting the Quirkless kid again; what did he do to deserve this?

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"Will you stop pulling on my shirt!?"

He said no again: pull harder!

So Frisk pulled harder on Katsuki's shirt stretching it so far that the girl was on her heels and leaning back. The teen, in response, leaned forward teeth clenched, eyes white with fury as he attempted to resist the pesky little girl. Neither were willing to give up and so this had been going on for roughly ten minutes.

Frisk estimated and hour had passed since the adult members of the Bakugo family left and it wasn't long after that realization did she start to get antsy again. Her need to go outside was ripe and all she needed was get Katsuki to go with her for a walk around, but he was proving to be particularly stubborn today.

At first she asked, he said no. Then she asked nicely; he still said no. Then she asked longer; he told her to shut up. Then she pulled on his sleeve and asked; he got mad and said stop. Then she pulled on him harder; he snatched his shirt from her small fingers. Then she puffed her cheeks and took two handfuls of the teen's shirt and pulled really hard; that made him super mad. It went on like this to the point that Katsuki tried ignoring her while he tried to eat his curry at the table. And so here they were, two stubborn kids unwilling to give into the demands of the other.

The only difference between the two was the fact that Frisk was impossible to deter when she set her mind to something and Katsuki's tolerance of annoyance had a very small limit.

Honestly, Frisk was surprised she got this far.

So with one final effort the size small child pulled as hard as she could with both hands and threw her weight straight back. At first all she heard was the frothing rage of a teenager trying to eat their food, which suddenly switched to an audible *RIP*, and then the girl's head met the floor.

The small, handsy girl was lying on the ground stiff as a board with shirt fabric clutched in her tiny hands. Silence dominated the house as neither Frisk nor Katsuki made a sound.

Then, from her place on the dining room floor, she heard a trembling voice.

"Fine. Fine. We'll go to the beach," quiet rage dripped like acid with every word, "And after that you will never ask me for anything ever again, got it?"

She could agree to those terms.

"I'm going to get another shirt and we'll go and you won't speak a single word my dad and my hag mother."

The ash blond teenager's hands collided with the table before him with a mighty crash, shaking the plate and silverware, and he stood up and walked to his room, tattered remains of his shirt in hand.

Alone, Frisk continued to lay on the floor unmoving before raising her arms over her head. Triumph, the child had defeated the Great Beast in a game of wills!

Then Chara burst out laughing.

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The smell of the salt water wafted in the air as Frisk and Katsuki walked in silence toward their destination. The teen, now dawned in a durable long sleeve shirt, stomped his way along with a deeper-than-usual scowl slightly behind the quiet shirt destroying gremlin that was Frisk. She had insisted that they visit that beach ended as a dump, a decision that Katsuki couldn't wrap his head around. Weren't girls supposed to be into dolls and stuff?

Regardless all he had to do was bare through this and then he'd be free of her constant pestering. It wasn't like she was useful when he exercised outside of the house anyway, she was just so light.

A moment more passed and then the smell hit. The smell of an old dump roasting in the sun saturated the whole; it was like walking past a wall.

Then Frisk made a hard right making her way toward the trash beach without hesitation, like she didn't even smell the stink rising in the air. Reluctantly, the explosive teen followed after wondering what he did in his life to end up in this situation. (Spoilers: green broccoli boi)

The place looked just as bad as it smelled and yet Frisk marched on and began rummaging through some of the trash looking for…something? He had no idea.

As Katsuki looked around he began to notice that this place looked strangely organized, or as organized as trash could be. Heck the clearing they were in looked as if someone made it.

"Don't tell me someone's actually trying to clean this place up?" he said to himself.

"Yep, someone has," came the unwanted reply from Frisk.

Katsuki's brows furrowed in bemusement as he looked to his small charge and in her hands was a weird looking instrument, or what he thought was an instrument, she held it for a moment before she started turning the handle. Miraculously the thing worked and it began to play a note until Frisk began pushing keys on the thing's side creating a sort of melody.

The whole event was made even weirder by the fact that the music the kid was making was actually pretty good and the fact that she never broke "eye contact" with him the entire time.

So to escape the awkward air that was developing the teen marched his way through one of the dugout corridors in the trash. Frisk followed closely behind him still playing her new crank-box-thing.

Slowly, Katsuki's new migraine began to ebb its way into his head.

The two spent some time walking around the trash corridors accompanied by Frisk's music, which stopped occasionally when she found something to distract her, until Katsuki heard it.

A voice.

A very familiar voice.

No, it just couldn't be.

Without warning the ash blonde teen veered off in a direction and honed in on that whiny and week voice until he turned a corner and saw him.

"DEKU!"

The sudden shout made the green haired boy jump and dump the trash he was carrying onto the ground as he looked back in fear.

Katsuki had one thing running through his head: What the hell was he doing here?

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The last fallen child didn't know what was happening.

One moment she and Katsuki were walking through the trash heap, exploring, collecting, and having a merry old time when they heard another voice in the area. Frisk recognized it as Izuku's as this place was his training spot after all and it would seem that Katsuki recognized him too if him running off was any indication.

What played out next though was not at all what she was expecting.

"K-Kachan?!"

Who was that?

"What the hell are you doing here, Deku?!" Katsuki yelled as he pointed at the stunned greenet.

"U-uh, well I'm t-training?"

The silence lasted for a moment, "What the fuck does being in a dump have to do with training and what do you mean by training."

Frisk noted the darker edge to his tone when he asked the second question. What was going on?

Before Izuku could respond Mr. Yagi came around another corner slightly winded and holding his chest.

"My boy, what was all that yelling I-" the man's sunken eyes immediately locked on to the ash blonde teen standing a ways away from Izuku with what was no doubt an aggressive expression.

"Who are you?" both Katsuki and Mr. Yagi said pointing at each other accusingly. Then they both looked at the poor green haired teen expecting answers.

Frisk joined in and pointed at Izuku from behind Katsuki not wanting to feel left out. No one seemed to register her presence yet.

"W-well uh, All-Mr. Toshinori th-this is Kac-Bakugo Katsuki, someone I know from s-school," the poor kid stammered out his words whilst shaking like a leaf, "Kachan, this is Mr. Toshinori, he uh helping me train."

"Train with what, Deku!?" Katsuki asked again.

Izuku shifted uncomfortably before he looked at the other teen, the DETERMINATION in his SOUL flared a little, before declaring, "He's helping me train to get into U.A.!"

Frisk saw Katsuki stiffen before he began marching aggressively toward Izuku who, for his part, stood his ground even as his DETERMINATION began to wane as his aggressor approached.

Mr. Yagi tried to intervene, "Now, now there's no need to-"

"Shut up!" the explosive teen shouted. He got right into Izuku's face and began yelling.

"What did I tell you!? I don't want to see you at U.A. because I was going to be the only one from our useless school to make it there, remember!"

Izuku shrank slightly form Katsuki's berating words and in response Mr. Yagi stepped forward with a scowl of his own.

"Listen here young man," he said gaining both victim's and bully's attention, "I don't know the history between the two of you, but I won't stand this behavior toward my apprentice. I'm going to have to ask you to leave us."

Frisk could see Katsuki's eyes widen at Mr. Yagi's words, almost like he wasn't expecting them. But then his face changed to its well used "angry" mode.

"Al-Toshinori-sama you don't need to-"

"Stay out of this old man this is between me and him, this has got nothing to do with you!" he then turned back to Izuku ignoring the man next to him, "Do you get it Deku, your nothing but a Quirkless wimp!"

"Katsuki."

"So get it through your thick skull: You can't be a hero!"

"Katsuki."

Izuku's eyes became hyper focused after Katsuki's last outburst. His hands formed into tight fists and began to shake ever so slightly as his DETERMINATION began to flare again, but much larger than last.

Frisk began looking around for something useful.

"You told me that for so long Kachan that I started to believe you," the teen bowed his head as he began to talk, "After that day at school I was ready to give up on my dream. But then I met someone who told me I could be a hero and that I could achieve my dream, someone who said that they'd help me become a great hero."

Izuku's head then shot up and his eyes locked with Katsuki's, his DETERMINATION was burning bright.

"Regardless of what you say, I'm going to be a hero!"

The two teens stared at each other in silence. Izuku had a face of stalwart determination while Katsuki had one of utter shock.

Then the explosive teen's hands became strained as little explosions popped in his palm. His face contorted into pure anger.

Ah, this will do.

"DEKU!" the enraged teen shouted as his hand rushed toward Izuku's face.

It was at that moment Mr. Yagi moved to intervene, but was stopped when a loud noise rang out.

*WHONG*

And like that Katsuki was out like a light, face down in the sand. Next to his head was a big black cast-iron pan.

The two standing individuals looked at the scene in complete confusion.

It was at that point Frisk walked over to the group, her little footsteps drawing their attention.

"F-Frisk-san!?" Izuku shouted in surprise as the little girl stood before them.

"Hello!" she said with enthusiasm and a wave.

Mr. Yagi got out of his surprise stupor and found his voice next, "Uh, hello again young Frisk, um what are you doing here?"

"Exploring."

"Did you throw that?" he asked pointing at the very large pan, it was almost as big as Frisk's body.

Her mood deflated as she answered, "Yeah, I didn't know Katsuki was a big bully, sorry."

That surprised Izuku, "Wait, you know Kachan?"

"Yep, his parents are my fosters."

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Silence. Complete silence.

Before either of them could respond to that Frisk went over to the unconscious teen's legs and picked them up with little difficulty. "I'm going to take him home now, bye."

And with strength that her small little form shouldn't possess she began dragging the teen, who was still face down, away. His head sported a now sizable welt.

"W-wait, Frisk-san!" Izuku shouted after her, but she continued onward undeterred by the extra weight, leaving the two remaining people on the beach to question just what the hell happened.

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Mitsuki Bakugo was not a demanding mother. Her requests were simple and easy to follow, but her son and now Frisk often tested the limits to her patience. So when she told Frisk and her son to be home when she and her husband returned from their business she fully expected to be handing out some punishments. Miraculously, however, when she opened the front door of their home she saw dear little Frisk sitting in her usual spot on the couch unmoving.

The little girl welcomed the couple home with a smile and proceeded to ask a bunch of questions about what they did, typical child things.

If Mitsuki was being honest, she was suspired.

"I'm impressed Frisk, I totally expected you to be gone by the time Masaru and I returned," she complimented.

Her husband laughed good naturedly, "Come on honey, give Frisk some credit. She may get into some trouble, but she when to follow the rules."

Frisk remained silent as she returned to the couch to presumably sit and stare off into space like she always did, but now the mother noticed two things sitting next to her. Next to the child was a comparatively large object and a red-ish drink with a straw. Then without any hesitation she started turning a lever on the side of the wooden thing. Music began playing as Frisk cranked the handle while pushing keys on the face of the apparent instrument. She could barely reach them sitting down.

Mitsuki could only ask, "What ya got there?"

Frisk looked at the two and pick up her drink, "Smoothie."

"Is that a hurdy-gurdy?" Masaru asked.

Before Frisk could reply the closet door near the hallway opened and out fell an unconscious Katsuki with a bandaged welt on his head.

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An index finger and a thumb soared through the air and latched on to a soft and malleable cheek in an instant.

"START TALKING YOU LITTLTE SH-"

"Language!" hollered Masaru.

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"Are you certain?"

"I'm positive, something is not right…I can feel something that shouldn't be here."

"Most curious. Do you have any way of pinpointing the source of this…'anomaly'?"

"Possibly. It will take time, although I doubt I'll have results for you by the time everything is in motion."

"Worry not we'll cross that bridge if it comes but, if this strange occurrence interferes in any way I want it dealt with swiftly. For now proceed with your work, I'm excited to see the results."

"Of course. I promise you that this next batch will be to your liking, especially with everything you have provided for my work. If there are any opportunities to spare I shall look more into this anomaly"

"I look forward to your results. You have yet to disappoint me."

Holy shit this took why to long...

Sorry for the slow update I had some bad writers block which ended up with me just forcing this chapter out. Not so happy of how this turned out.

At least I got to hit Bakugo in the head with a pan so not all was lost.

The next chapter will be longer than this.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed.