This is the promised part two of Buffet.

The Stomach Ache

A very rhythmic sound came out of Katsuki Bakugo's room. It came in three beats. Pat, pat, pat. Pat, pat, pat.

Looking in his room would find the blonde training on a punching bag. Sweat covered his upper body, soaking through his shirt. He hit the bag again. Left, right, left. Right, left, right. Left, right, left.

He practiced equally with each arm, making sure not to slack off in any conceivable way.

"He lied to you."

The burbling hiss brought a scowl to his face. He punched the bag extra hard.

"Shut up," he grumbled under his breath.

Pat, pat, pat. Right, left, right. Pat, pat, pat. Left, right, left.

"He lied," it hissed again, "And you just ate it up."

Pat, pat, pat.

"Oh, he played you good!"

Right, left, right.

"'Woe is me, quirkless art I! Pity mine hand to play!'"

Pat, pat, pat!

"Years. He spent years on this… this con!"

Left, right, left!

"How long? How long has he been looking down on you?"

Pat! Pat! Pat!

"Since that day at the stream? Earlier? Since your first day of daycare?"

Right! Left! Right!

"He fed you that bullshit for eleven years! ELEVEN YEARS!"

"Yah!" Bakugo roared. His next punch tore into, and through, the punching bag. Sand immediately started falling on his carpet.

"I know!" He hissed quietly, ignoring his mother knocking at his door, asking if he was okay. He instead sat down at his desk and started on his English homework. He tapped his eraser against the page, unable to focus on the work while he was being whispered to by the creature in his mind.

"You aren't real," he said to it lowly, "So, go the fuck away!"

"... Not real? You don't think I'm real?" there was a warbling gurgle. Katuski was shocked to realize it was a laugh. Then he could feel something being dragged up his spine, "A year ago, you were right, boy. I wasn't real. I was just a figment of your imagination," the invisible claw tapped his temple, "In fact, I almost died. I was almost killed. That other little bastard tore my throat out. It really hurt, you know?" the feeling of long, spindly fingers closed around the blonde's throat and he fought the urge to grasp at them, "But I had faith in you! You would bring me back! And you did. You took your time, tried to bury your hate, and fear, and even tried to stop feeling so angry all the time. Why, feeding only on your arrogance, I've become all skin and bones!" That warbling laughter again. It sounded like air escaping from wet things popping.

"Shut the fuck up!" Bakugo said, finally breaking the pencil in his grip, "I said you aren't fucking real! So, shut up and fucking stay that way!"

For a moment there was silence in his mind again, and the invisible fingers withdrew.

"I'm more real than you know, boy. But I'll leave. For now."

Katsuki could actually feel it as the presence of that monster withdrew from the forefront of his mind. There was a subtle color to the world that had started to return with him gone. Before, without him even realizing it, things had started going grey.

He was well aware that he was losing his mind. That didn't change the facts. Katsuki Bakugo was going to be the best hero on the planet. Feared by criminals, revered by everyone else. A little mental instability wasn't going to change that.

He just had to maintain. Just had to keep a lid on it.

Not a problem. He just had to not care about those extras in his class. He was the only one anyone would remember years from now. Just ignore them. Nothing they said mattered. Nothing they did mattered. Only he mattered.

He lifted his pencil to start his English homework but found a strange word scratched out on the page. Sotsaah'Mar. He grit his teeth and did his best to ignore the wet laughter deep in his mind.

The next day of classes were, without a doubt, boring. The first day they did a quirk assessment test. The second day they had training for battling against villains that pit them against one another. The third day had them learning normal subjects. Math, Science, English, Social Studies. It was freaking weird.

The rest of the week followed along with that. They just kept doing normal things, aside from their P.E. class. There, they were given tips and hints on how to get just a little more out of their abilities.

Katsuki couldn't figure out why, but one of the idiots that had been praising Deku during the battle exercise had latched onto him. Kiri-something. The kid with the shitty red hair.

Then the next monday, things got off to a bad start. Somehow, the press had gotten wind that All Might was teaching at UA.

"Hey! Hey, you! What's it like, learning from the Symbol of Peace?!" One reporter stuck a microphone in his face.

"Wait, isn't that the kid that All Might saved from the Sludge Villain? What are your thoughts on receiving lessons from the man that saved your life?"

Katsuki's temper, already frayed by current events, throbbed through his veins. He did not needed to be reminded of that day.

"Get out of my way," he growled, "or I'll set you on fire."

The glare on his face actually got them to move out of his way. He looked back briefly when he heard them swarming another student.

"Oh my God!" He recognized Deku's voice, "All Might is teaching here?! Do you think he'll give me an autograph?!"

The blonde could hear the disappointment that caused. The reporters almost slumped over as they turned their backs on Deku to find someone else to bother. Clever little fucker.

"Yes. Clever, isn't he?"

Katsuki bit his tongue, to keep from replying out loud. He stomped into the school, his perpetual scowl deeper and darker than it had been minutes ago.

"Today," Aizawa drawled in that way of his, "we'll be deciding the class president." The class as one almost groaned at something so mundane. "I don't care how you do it, just select somebody by the end of class."

The noise in the classroom rose significantly, in a very short time. All the students were trying to get themselves picked as the head of the class.

"There is a simple, and effective, method for selecting the class president. Vote, ballot style!" Tenya Iida, Bakugo's partner for the indoor battle exam, said.

"Yeah, that's cool, but wouldn't we all just vote for ourselves?"

"Well, it's not a perfect method," Deku spoke up, "but it is effective. If mostly everyone votes for themselves, then if anyone votes for someone else, there will be a clear victor. For instance, I'll go ahead and ask no one to vote for me, as I do not want the position, and will instead be giving my vote to whomever I deem best suited to the role."

Katsuki grit his teeth again. There he went again. Dropping under the radar. Making himself appear unassuming.

Ballots were collected on folded pieces of paper. Katsuki voted for himself. He knew that Deku wouldn't vote for him, the prick, but a lot of people would understand him. They would understand how important strength was. They would vote for him.

Five minutes later had him gritting his teeth and ready to start roaring.

One fucking vote! There was only one vote tallied to him, and it was his own! Those pathetic motherfuckers!

In the end Yaoyorozu, some top heavy girl with a spiky ponytail, was made the class president, and Iida actually succeeded at becoming the vice president. They had received four and two votes respectively.

Before Katsuki could start roaring about how these losers should have picked him, Aizawa took to the podium again and started the day's lesson.

"Aw, did the wittle boy not get picked for the team? Poor wittle dear! Ahahaha!"

Katsuki's pencil snapped.

There was some hubbub after lunch. Apparently reporters broke into the school. Dumbasses.

The next day they were ushered onto a bus by Iida and Yaoyorozu. The blonde almost laughed at how Iida's seating chart got ignored because of the layout of the bus.

Dumbass. Not everything goes to plan. Stupid fuck.

"You use that word a lot, don't you?" The voice of Sotsaah'Mar slid over his mind like a sickly oil. And the day had been going so well. "Fuck, fucking, fucker. There seems to be quite a variety of uses for it."

The blonde growled to himself, trying not to speak out loud to the voice in his head.

"You know, I do believe I like it! Verily! I hath arrived to fuck thine bitches and rob thee of thine wealth." This was followed by sickly cackling as the monster withdrew into his mind.

Katsuki was so focused on ignoring the annoying proof of his insanity that he almost missed it when the frog girl said.

"...Whereas Bakugo has a personality more like a turd."

"The fuck did you say about me?! I'll kill you, bitch!"

"Yeah, I can see it!" Some blonde kid laughed.

"Say that to my face, fucker!"

"Settle down!" Aizawa growled.

The blonde grumbled to himself, crossing his arms and ignoring the others. He stayed sullen up to the moment a band of villains arrived in the USJ, intent on murdering All Might. He started getting ready to attack, just before the majority of his class was separated and thrown in various Disaster Reenactments of the USJ. He, along with the rock kid with shitty hair were thrown into a destroyed city. It looked like there had been an earthquake.

Then the small time villains began appearing.

"Ha! Look!" One of them crowed, "It's just a couple of kids! Is this the snack before All Might, or something?"

"They don't appear to think very much of you. Why not show them what you can really do?"

Katsuki was about to bark out his usual order to shut up when a thought crossed his mind. These were villains. Genuine bad guys. And they were threatening to kill him. Shitty hair, too, but that wasn't important.

"I see you understand," Sotsaah'Mar chuckled, "Show them, boy, why you are the strongest."

"For once," Katsuki growled, his fingers curling, "we fucking agree."

"What?" Shitty hair asked.

The blonde didn't answer. He just turned a look of impending violence on the first wannabe that approached him.

"Pfft!" The thug almost laughed at the look from Katsuki, "Okay kid, let's do this nice and ea-"

BOOOOOOM!

The explosion shook the entire USJ. The man that had been speaking and been launched into a wall with enough force to crater it. Clearly he had more than a few broken bones and he was out cold.

"Alright, you pathetic fucks!" The blonde roared, "You got two options! We do this the easy way, and you all surrender! Or," the grin that split his face had his redheaded classmate flinching away from him, "we do this the real easy way!"

The gathered villains looked at one another and firmed up their resolve. They were here to kill All Might. Some jumped up squirt, with an explosive power, wasn't going to stop them.

Katsuki cracked his knuckles, a chuckle passing over his lips, "I was hoping you'd want to fight. I've got some real aggression to work out." Another pair of explosions launched him forward, into the crowd.

A couple of them tried to punch him as soon as he landed, but he held his hands facing them and let fly with more explosions. He spun to his left to avoid another attack from a guy with spiky tentacles for arms, then grabbed one and started a series of blasts that severed the end of the limb. The villain screamed in pain.

The scream reminded him of Deku. Of when he'd broken the faker's arm. Of when he'd pretended to be weak.

With a roar of unbridled rage, Katsuki lifted his right hand in the direction of the tentacled villain and pulled the pin on his grenade shaped gauntlet. The first explosion he'd released against this group wasn't even a tenth as powerful as the blast he released from the gauntlet.

To say it incapacitated the tentacle villain, and the dozen or so people around him, would be an understatement. Burns and broken bones were the special of the day, and Katsuki Bakugo was just getting started.

Kirishima, the kid with the shitty hair, was only able to watch in awe as Bakugo showed them what violence really was. It was, honestly, kind of freaking him out.

"Hey!" He called out eventually, "I think that guy's down."

Katsuki was holding a man by one arm to keep him from hitting the ground and was repeatedly smashing him in the face. The blonde looked up upon hearing Kirishima's voice, then smashed the villain one last time before dropping him.

"Which way is the entrance?" He asked, surprisingly calm.

"That way," the redhead pointed, "But I don't they're gonna let us go just 'cause you stomped these guys."

The grin that split the other teen's face actually did make Kirishima recoil.

"Who said anything about leaving? There are a bunch of these losers all over this place. And their stupid fuck of a boss identified himself right at the start. I'm gonna kill 'em all," his hands sparked and smoked.

By the time they got back to the entrance, most of the minor villains had been taken down. Considering how many of them had been wrapped up in the seemingly endless supply of capture tape, they could guess that Aizawa was responsible for most of the takedowns.

Katsuki's grin was absolutely feral when he noticed a villain with his back to him. It was the fucker that had teleported him, and most of the class, away from the entrance. The blonde was on him in a flash, one gauntlet covered hand slamming into the back of his neck.

"Gah!" The man that had seemed made of darkness cried out as he was knocked to the ground.

"Well, well, well!" Katsuki almost laughed as he kept his hand on the armor that had been hidden by the shadows, "Looks like there's a body under here after all! Ah-ah!" A small firecracker's equivalent explosion shuddered the metal and Katsuki leaned in, "If you move, if you twitch one fucking finger? Well, you'll never need another haircut ever again."

He looked around then, making sure no one else was sneaking up on him. Every bit of elation he'd felt at the fights he'd been in, even the euphoria of taking down the teleporter, was washed away in just a few seconds.

"No!" The hands freak screamed, looking like a child about to throw a tantrum, "This isn't supposed to happen! How can some stupid NPC take on Nomu?! He's supposed to kill All Might!"

Indeed. Izuku Midoriya was darting around like a teen possessed by speed itself. He dodged the attacks by the hands freak and the big blue monster, the Nomu, and kept them both on guard by trying to smash the hands freak's face in. Every time he did, Nomu would get in the way, and the resulting shockwave ruffled Katsuki's hair, even from his position.

"Kurogiri-!" Hands freak turned to him and almost screamed as he noticed the teleporter had been captured, "Nomu, stop playing with that nobody and get Kurogiri!"

The monster tried to break loose from the battle, but Izuku sent a focused attack into its knee. It buckled, the monster toppled.

Katsuki was also already acting. He let fly with a not inconsiderable blast. The metal warped, Kurogiri screamed for a moment then lost consciousness. Or died. The blond didn't care.

"You stupid mother fucker!" Handsfreak roared as he streaked towards Katsuki. He was seriously fucking fast. In the blink of an eye he was already at Katsuki, one hand reaching for his throat.

He was barely starting to move, knowing it wouldn't be enough, then a bullet struck the villain in the shoulder and sent him spinning away. Three more shots were fired and they each hit the villain in his other shoulder and his legs.

The villain screamed in pain and started shouting obscenities that Bakugo actually nodded his head in respect for.

Then the mood was ruined once more by Fucking Deku.

"Help me! This one was designed to kill All Might and he possesses multiple quirks!" He slammed a devastating blow into the face of the monster that had it skidding back, "It's shown no sign of sentient intelligence, but it follows orders from the villain called Shigaraki! He ordered it to retrieve the shadow villain identified as Kurogiri!" He dodged a series of blows and kicked out it's knee again, with another disgusting crunch, "And it regenerates at high speed!"

At first, Katsuki actually thought that Deku was talking to him. Then three pros, including All Might raced forward and joined the fight.

"I can handle this one," The blonde hero said with his ever present grin, "Secure the villains and anyone who is injured. Young Midoriya, You move on, too." The greenette almost argued, but seemed to remember that he was not a licensed hero, and could no longer claim self defense with the pros on the scene.

At least, that was Katsuki's guess, considering that was what stopped him from blowing the hand freak right the fuck up for trying to attack him. Honestly, he was kind of surprised that his inner demon had nothing to add. Perhaps the level of indescribable violence he had already committed was keeping him sated for now.

"Come on, man," Kirishima said, trying not to look at the growing pool of blood underneath the teleporter.

"Whatever," the blond growled, standing up and heading for the exit at speed. He had his red eyes locked on Deku who was running next to the Icy Hot bastard. That mother fucker had done it again. Stolen the show, made himself the center of attention. Katsuki grit his teeth and clenched his fists.

Sotsaah'Mar laughed in his ear.

"It's never enough, is it? You are fucking sensational, boy!"

The interviews after the incident at the USJ were even worse.

"Eijiro Kirishima, your classmate, says you attacked the villains of your own will," a police officer said, some sort of investigator, "You are aware that using your Quirk on another person is illegal for anyone not licensed to do so, correct?"

"Page thirty two, article four, subsection nine, 'The use of a quirk against another person is a crime, with varying punishments, defined by the severity of the actions taken. This does not apply to life or death situations, where the Quirk of the subject was used to protect themself, or other members of their family, from immediate death, or harmful attack,'" Katsuki's eyes were half lidded as he crossed his arms, "Those villains separated the entire class into different areas around the building, then surrounded us and said, out loud that they were going to try and kill us. You tell me, was that self defense?"

The officer stared at him silently for a moment, then said, "And what about what you said to Kirishima? It was, he said, 'Who said anything about leaving?' And 'I'm gonna kill them all'? You had defeated the villains in your immediate vicinity, and had a clear path to the exit. Why did you seek further conflict?"

The blond growled, thinking about how he was going to have to punish that shitty haired fucker for ratting him out.

"Mister Bakugo?"

"Yeah, I said that. But do you mean it, every time you say you're gonna kill someone? I was pissed off, full of adrenaline, and knew that my classmates were in danger from the other villains. Going after the leader could have gotten him to halt the attack."

"Hmm," the man flipped some pages in his manilla folder, then smiled at the teen, "I think we're done here. Thank you for your time."

He knew that the rest of the class was interviewed as well, but he felt like his was more of an attack on his choices.

They should be fucking thanking him! Because of his attack on that shadowy fucker, the bad guys hadn't been able to escape, god damn it! He should have gotten a fucking medal! Not an interrogation!

He huffed and gripped the shoulder of his book bag so hard it creaked.

If they gave him a medal, they'd probably give one to Fucking Deku, too.

Fuck it! They could keep their stupid medals! This time. No way would he share the limelight with that fucking cheat!

In the principal's office, the officer that had interviewed Katsuki began his debrief. In the room was the principal, Nezu, the boy's homeroom teacher, Aizawa, and All Might in his emaciated form.

"He appears to be well in control of his actions, and reasoned through his decisions. Unfortunately, those decisions lead to five deaths among the villains that attacked the USJ. He is right, that this can all be swept under the carpet of Self Defense, but if this continues to happen, it could negatively impact his career as a hero," the officer looked directly at Aizawa, "You need to reign him in, without it seeming like a punishment."

Aizawa said nothing, wrapped up in bandages as he was, just gave an abbreviated nod.

When the Sports Festival was announced, Katsuki grew excited. When his class was almost openly challenged by all the other losers out there, he was inwardly ecstatic.

This was it. This would be the stage where he could prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was the best. He spent the days leading up to the event training harder than he ever had before.

The day of the tournament, he was standing among the other students in his year and he felt his hate bubbling up again.

"And now, some words from the Student Representative of the first year classes," Midnight, the eighteen plus pro heroine, stepped aside, "Izuku Midoriya!"

A small cheer was sent up by Izuku's class, aside from Bakugo who only glared all the harder.

"I'm not very good with words," he said a little quietly, only the microphone making him audible, "So I prepared a card. Ahem. 'This is a festival, it's meant to be fun. However, every student here needs to remember one thing. Business Course, General Studies, Support Course and Hero Class. Every single one of you is representing UA. Do not spit on this honor by giving it anything less than your all. Go beyond. Plus Ultra!'" The crowd roared their cheers. Katsuki noticed that Izuku's eyes were on one person in the crowd in particular. Icy Hot.

He growled under his breath as he remembered the conversation between the two of them a few days ago.

"I am going to win this," Icy Hot said, giving Fucking Deku the most intense look anyone had seen since the beginning of the year. "In particular, I will defeat you, Izuku Midoriya."

Fucking Deku looked the white and red haired boy in the eye and said, with a smile, "You'll try."

He'd beat them both black and blue.

"Yes, boy. Kill them both. Do it where everyone can see, so the whole world knows how strong you are!"

"I fucking will." He got some odd looks for responding aloud to something they clearly couldn't hear, but he paid them no attention. He knew he should be worried about how he seemed to be agreeing with the voice in his head, but the fucker was starting to make sense, god damn it!

The first even was a race around the stadium. There were many and varied obstacles to overcome, along with the other students. It was fully acceptable for them contestants to try to attack and sabotage each other.

That was just fine with Katsuki.

Almost the second the event began, Icy Hot took the lead. Halfway through the tunnel, he froze the ground solid. Anyone with their feet to the ground were frozen in place. Some, like Katsuki, were hardly even halted.

The blonde blasted his way through, barely feeling a whipping of wind as something zipped past him faster than he could see. He made it out of the tunnel with a roar of attack, chasing after Todoroki.

He was witness, then, when the other teen froze several of the Zero Point robots from the entrance exam. He really was one tough motherfucker.

"And this just became a race for second place!"

Katsuki's head snapped up, looking around for a screen, or something similar, to show him who won. He casually blasted aside one of the smaller robots as he noticed someone was missing.

"Deku!" He roared, facing forward on the track and putting his hands behind him. His roar had cleared the way forward and he used that to blast himself forward. He had passed, not just the crowd, but Icy Hot as well in just a few seconds.

He flew over the stretch of various wires and pillars, and only barely took note of the minefield. He skidded to a stop just before the north entrance to the UA stadium, and dashed inside.

He barely heard it as Present Mic announced his second place. He ignored it when the man said he would have broken a record, if it hadn't been for the greenette. He couldn't care less when, some minutes later, the other students began to trickle in.

All he had eyes for was Fucking Deku. His shoulders heaved with the enraged breaths he was taking. He wanted to go over there and demand answers. How had Fucking Deku gotten so strong, so fast?

But the little bitch had never even looked at him. Instead he had one of those stupid fucking notebooks open and was glancing up at the screen that was showing the other contestants. He'd stare for a few seconds, then scribble something down and turn a page. He was probably taking notes about the quirks he was seeing. The fucking nerd.

"He doesn't care about you, boy. He thinks you aren't a threat to him," the voice was joined by the claws that were starting to dig into his skin. Not enough to cut his skin, but, were he not so angry, he would notice the long red marks it was leaving on his arms.

Before Katsuki could step forward, ready to confront Deku, Midnight began to speak.

"Alright! That race was something else! Now, let's hand out some points," she started going through the points of all the students that passed the minimum requirements for the race.

"In third place, Shoto Todoroki! One hundred fifty points! In second, Katsuki Bakugo! Two hundred fifty points! And finally, in First place by an unprecedented margin, Izuku Midoriya! Ten million points!"

In a flash, Bakugo wasn't the only one glaring at Fucking Deku with Hostile intent. Unfortunately, it only lasted until the formerly shy boy spoke.

"Alright. Who wants to win this event?" He looked around at each of the other contestants, "I need one volunteer."

That confused the rest of the students. Class 1-A knew Izuku was damn strong and twice as clever, but they couldn't use their quirks in this next phase. At least, not in a direct confrontation. Doing that would disqualify them.

"I volunteer," Momo Yaoyorozu stepped forward just before Uraraka could.

"Perfect. This will be easier than I thought," he gestured for the girl to follow him. With that, everyone else began to form teams.

Bakugo was vaguely aware of the team that formed around him. Kirishima, Mina and Sero were to be the 'horse' for this Calvary battle.

"We're going after Deku!" He ordered, tying on the headband that represented their combined point total, "Destroy anyone that gets in our way!"

"Kill, rip, tear!" The gurgling laughter was in his ear again, but he ignored it, "Cut out their eyes and bite off their ears! Bathe in their misery!"

The others took his growl as just his own annoyance at being second coming to the foreground. He was glaring at Midoriya, after all.

The whistle sounded. At once, seven teams were dashing at Midoriya and Yaoyorozu. Todoroki and Bakugo were at the lead.

And then they were gone. One moment they were there, Fucking Deku observing all of the teams coming for him, Momo looking ready to panick, but holding firm to his back. The next, they were gone. The only hint they had for his location was the pillar of disturbed dust.

Looking up, Katsuki prepared to use his explosions to launch himself. Then he saw it.

Deku and Spiky Hair hadn't gone fifty feet up. They hadn't gone a hundred feet up. They were so high up that they were barely more a speck to his eyes. The speck took on a triangular shape and they began to glide around freely.

Katsuki grit his teeth so hard he could hear the muscles in his jaw creaking.

"Thanks for being an easy target!" Some blonde idiot from class 1-B said, snagging the headband off of Bakugo's brow.

"Shitty Hair! Change of plans! We're destroying that loser!" He pointed at the blue eyes blond who had snagged yet another headband from another team. The little bastard was sneaky. He'd give him that. But now he had chosen death.

Katsuki was so focused on the blonde, Monoma, that he never noticed that sleepy freak from General Studies running around and gathering a surprising amount of headbands. He didn't see Icy Hot racking up the points. He just focused on stealing every single headband that Monoma had.

If the rules didn't say that he couldn't directly use his quirk to blast those losers to bits, he'd already have the only team standing.

As it stood, Monoma and his team were surprisingly good, he almost didn't get his headband, let alone the rest of them, before the time was up. That made his already bubbling anger boil hotter and hotter.

Seeing Fucking Deku and Spiky Hair glide to a gentle, graceful landing had him gritting his teeth.

"In first place, we have the genius duo of Team Yaoyorozu, with ten million thirty five points!" Midnight said into the microphone getting a smattering of cheers. Yeah, Izuku had won the Calvary battle, but he hadn't actually fought in it.

"In second place, Team Bakugo!"

The blonde stopped paying attention. Fucking again!? Second again! He wasn't supposed to be second! Katsuki Mother Ficking Bakugo was the strongest god damned man on the whole fucking planet!

It was these stupid fucking games! They didn't want the strongest to win outright, they just wanted a good show. If it was a straight fight-

"If it was a straight fight," SotsahMaar whispered to him, "You'd kill them all." Yeah, he would. "You'd show them how mistaken they were to challenge you." He was fucking right! "You'd stand atop their fucking corpses! You'd be Undeniable!"

Just as they were announcing the final stage of the Sports Festival, Katsuki saw the blond fucker that had dared to challenge him. He was glaring at the ground, his forehead creased fiercely, his hands clenched. Behind him, Katsuki could just barely make out a specter.

A specter in the shape of a mange ridden white wolf.

"You see, boy. It's not just you. Everyone has us in them. But few, so very few, can do what you have," he could feel the cold breath on his ear and his skin prickled, "You alone had the power to give me form."

"Whatever," Katsuki growled under his breath. He didn't care what these other side characters were dealing with. He would be crowned the champ. That was that. Even if he had to kill them to do it.

+- End Part Two.

So, honestly, this was supposed to be in two parts, but damned if this portion here didn't take for-fucking-ever to get out, with too damn many words. There will be an eventual Part Three. No Promises on when.