So, I didn't originally plan on writing anymore to this, but after reading the reviews I got, I decided to write what I believe would've happened. The consequences of peoples' actions and how their stories would change. I don't see myself writing anything after this, but who knows how I'll feel later especially if I get more reviews of people wanting to have more. XD Seriously though, thank you so much to everyone who read, favorited, followed, and/or reviewed this story. It means a lot to me to know people are interested and enjoy my work. So, enough of me rambling, here's The Aftermath.

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When Bakugo Katsuki awoke that morning, he had thought it just another day. Another day where he had to waste his time at that fucking school full of wanna-bes. When he walked down the stairs to eat breakfast, he froze on the last step. There, at the kitchen table, was his mother. Now, that itself wasn't unusual. What cause worry to grab ahold of Katsuki were the tears streaming down her face, her sobs wracking her body, and her phone clenched in her white hand.

The young boy immediately ran over to his mom, a look of concern replacing his usual fierce expression. "Mom? What happened?" The words spilled out of his mouth as he quickly tried to look for anything that might've possibly told him why his strong mother was like this.

Bakugo Mitsuki jumped when she heard her son next to her. She hadn't even heard him come down the stairs. She hadn't realized so much time had passed. "Oh, Katsuki. I'm so sorry." She whispered through the tears as she pulled her son into her arms. Katsuki returned the hug reflexively, confusion filling him. "What are you talking about, Mom? What happened?" He asked again, a small part of him afraid of knowing.

"The school called me last night. I-It's Izuku. H-He jumped off the roof of the school!" Mitsuki sobbed out and tightened her grip on Katsuki. He didn't notice though. No, it was as if the young boy's brain had shut down upon hearing his mother's words.

"If you think you'll have a quirk in the next life, why don't you jump off the roof!?"

The memory of those words flashed to the forefront of his mind and he felt his knees buckle, his mother's grip the only thing keeping him upright. All color had drained from his face and horror filled his eyes. 'No. That's impossible. Deku would never fucking do something like that. This had to be some joke that fucking dumbass came up with.' Despite his thoughts, Katsuki knew that wasn't true. Deku isn't the type of person to play jokes, especially ones like this. He needed those thoughts though. Those excuses. They drowned out the other thoughts plaguing his mind that terrified him.

'It's your fault. You pushed him to this. You might as well have been the one to kill him.'

Both occupants of the room flinched when they heard the sound of Mitsuki's phone ringing. She quickly released Katsuki and answered as fast as she could. "H-Hello?" She rushed out, trying to reign in her emotions. "I-Inko I'm so sorry." The woman said, fresh tears welling in her eyes. They widened though and Katsuki could see confusion seep into them. "A-Alright. W-We'll be over in just a minute." Mitsuki hung up the phone and quickly stood up. "Katsuki, get your shoes on. Inko wants us to come over. She said there's something we need to see." Dread twisted the boy's stomach at the thought of what Inko could possibly show them. He quickly put his shoes on though and followed his mother out of their apartment. He quickly got lost in his thoughts.

'Why would Deku do this? It couldn't have been because of him. Deku never listened to his words. He was too determined to be a hero. Deku was going to go try and get to UA. That's what he always said, so what the hell was he doing?'

The troubled boy was brought from his thoughts when he heard a doorbell. He looked and saw that they were in front of the Midoriya residence. He took deep breaths to keep himself in check. When the door opened, Inko had tears streaming down his face. However, what made him flinch was the look in her eyes. A look of anger that was directed at him. "Come in." She whispered, but it was loud and clear, as she moved so there was enough space for the mother and son to walk in. They both walked in and removed their shoes. Inko was already moving to the kitchen though. Mitsuki closed the door behind them before she followed her best friend, her son hesitantly following.

Inko was sitting at their table with a steaming cup of tea held in her shaking hands. Neither Mitsuki nor Katsuki commented on the fact that there weren't any cups for them. That alone sent off warning bells in Katsuki's mind. Inko always made tea for her guests. She was always welcoming and felt that tea made any conversation easier. The obvious lack of tea for them screamed that there was something terribly wrong. Both Bakugos sat down across from Inko though and waited for her to explain why she wanted them there.

The woman who resembled Deku greatly took a shaky ship of her tea before sighing, more tears cascading down her cheeks. She reached into her pocket and withdrew a single sheet of paper. A lump lodged itself in Katsuki's throat when he saw this. He knew what that was. He denied it with all his being, but he knew what that paper was.

Inko choked on a sob when she held it in front of her. "T-The police found this on I-I-Izuku's bag o-on the roof." She stuttered, the words hard to get out. It's as if she was having to accept the situation by talking about it. That was hard for any mother. Inko held it out to Katsuki. His eyes widened as his gaze landed on the sheet. "I want you to read it, Katsuki." The mother said, her voice brokering no argument. The boy reached out and grabbed it with a shaking hand. He carefully opened it and began reading the words.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry it took me this long to finally understand. For years, everyone has been telling me I could never be a hero. I didn't want to believe it. I wanted to be a hero that smiles like All Might. A quirkless deku could never be a hero though. I can't refute that anymore. Not when All Might himself says I could never be a hero. Everyone was right. Kaachan was right. I'm just a deku. A useless, quirkless, deku that could never be a hero. I was holding on to fool's dream. It's time for me to let go. Maybe…maybe I can have a quirk in the next life. Maybe then I can be a hero. Isn't that right Kaachan?"

The paper fell out of Katsuki's hands, silent tears streaming out of his wide eyes. His face was pale with a look of horror etched into it. Mitsuki gently gripped his shoulder with a look of concern on her own features. "Katsuki? Katsuki what is it?" Her voice never reached the boy.

'It's my fault. It's all my fault.'

Those words echoed through Katsuki's mind, over, and over, and over. He looked up and he could see in Inko's eyes that she knew. "I-" He tried, but no words would come out. There was nothing he could say and they both knew it. "I don't want to know why. I don't want to hear it. I hope this serves as a wake-up call for you. Now, I think you should leave. Please don't come back." Inko's voice broke. Mitsuki looked at her best friend of many years in shock. "A-Alright. C-Come on, Katsuki. We need to get home." Mitsuki stood up, bringing her son up with her. "Take the note please. I can't bear to look at it again." Inko added, Katsuki mechanically bending down to pick up the dropped paper. The Bakugos quickly left and silently made their way home.

When they got home, Katsuki took his shoes off and silently went to his room, ignoring his mother calling for him. He sat down on his bed, note in hand, and alone with his thoughts.

'How could I ever be a hero? Does a hero drive someone to suicide?' He couldn't face UA after this. He wouldn't be able to face himself he tried to be a hero. 'I'm no hero.' That thought filled his head and he finally allowed himself to break down. He cried for Izuku, his childhood friend that he dropped because he was quirkless. He cried for the fact that his careless words pushed such a determined boy to kill himself. He cried for Inko, a mother who shouldn't know what it feels like to lose a child to suicide. He cried for the loss of Izuku's dream.

After what felt like hours, Katsuki's tears dried. Against his own will, he read the suicide note again. However, he paused at a certain part.

"Not when All Might himself says I could never be a hero."

'When had De- Izuku met All Might?' That was the first question to come to his mind, but then his thoughts turned. 'How could All Might, the person Izuku (and himself) looked up to the most and idolized, crush his dream like that? How could he say that?' Yes, Katsuki saw the hypocrisy in his thoughts, but All Might was All Might. Katsuki was just some kid. 'How could the number one hero, who preached about the fact that anyone could become hero, destroy Izuku like that?' The explosive boy's eyes widened as he came upon a realization.

All Might was the one who pushed him over the edge.

All Might is ultimately to blame.

Katsuki's eyes narrowed as a fury he'd never felt before course through his veins, small sparks going off in his hand. The boy reached into his pocket and withdrew his phone. He quickly researched a specific number before calling it, his anger bubbling in his mind.

"Hello? Is this Hero News? I have a story you guys would be interested in." Katsuki said in a calm voice that was unlike him. "It's about All Might." He added, a vicious grin finally splitting his face.

'I'll make sure you regret this All Might. I don't care if you're the number one hero, you will pay for what you've done.'

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Yagi Toshinori was walking down the street, a couple grocery bags in hand as he made his way home. As much as he hated why he had this form, he liked being able to walk the streets and see the citizens just go about their day, not recognizing him. Up ahead he saw that the Hero News was being broadcasted and curiously walked closer so that he could hear, wondering if there was anything needing his attention.

"This next story, is one that breaks my heart. Yesterday afternoon, a young boy named Midoriya Izuku committed suicide at the age of 13. As a mother myself, I can't begin to imagine what his mother must be feeling." A picture of what Toshinori assumed was the boy, and he froze. He recognized that boy. That was the boy he saved from the slime villain. The newscaster continued.

"We were told that he was heavily bullied school for being quirkless. However, despite this, the young boy dreamed of becoming a hero. However, that dream was soon taken from him by none other than the number one hero All Might. In his suicide note, the boy explained how even All Might, the person he looked up to the most and idolized, had said that a quirkless boy could never be a hero. I myself am enraged at this. Yes, he was quirkless, but he still could've been a hero if he tried. Even people who make support items are heroes. Yes, not fighting villains themselves, but they save and help people in their own way. All Might is always saying that anyone could be a hero, and I firmly believe that. How dare that man say such a thing to a young boy or had been clinging onto a dream to keep himself going. I don't know about you watchers, but All Might has lost much of my respect. I want to apologize to the family and friends of this child for their loss. Now…" The newscaster reluctantly moved on to the next story.

Toshinori stood there, pale as a ghost. His bags were on the ground having dropped them at some point in his shock. All around him people who talking amongst themselves and neighbors about how cruel All Might's words were. How he had crushed the dream of a young boy who been on the edge.

'Was this my fault? Did I cause that boy to kill himself?' Toshinori couldn't believe it. He didn't want to. He didn't want to believe that he had cause a young boy to kill himself. A boy who had been like him. Bullied. Quirkless. Longing to be a hero. He had told that boy that he couldn't be a hero like himself because he lacked a quirk. He wish he had known more about the boy.

He wished he could take his words back.

The hero absentmindedly picked up his bags and walked home, his thoughts never straying from the young boy broadcasted across the country. When he reached home, Toshinori put his groceries away and fell into his recliner. He dropped face into his hands, his elbows resting on his knees. His mind continued to think about the boy.

Tears dripped from his eyes as he thought about what would be known as his worst mistake.