THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT! This chapter took me a long time to write, although I have so many chapters written already (shhhhh) A lot of Bakugou's feelings are in this one as well, which is MY interpretation of it. Its how I think he feels, and how I think his feelings are expressed. I'm not saying its correct, not am I saying it's completely canonically accurate because it's not. It's FanFiction for a reason. Thanks for reviewing and reading this stuff, luv you guys

Katsuki had one goal.

It was to figure out why, why Deku acted the way he did. Why Deku suddenly required a quirk so late in life. Why Deku suddenly became All Might's pupil.

Why Deku...

The Scrawny

The Skinless

The QUIRK-LESS

Deku...had suddenly become better than him.

It infuriated Katsuki. More than anything in his life. Why and WHEN in the fucking hell did Deku surpass him?

Someone who was supposed to always be below him.

How did this good-for-nothing brat get his hero license before himself?! How the hell did he let himself fall this behind? How?

He had a plan. He had to know, he had to find out for certain. How the hell did Deku go from quirk-less to number one in the class? There was no way he simply developed a quirk late, that's bullshit. And even if he did, how could he have gained such a powerful one? He's only had it for a few months but suddenly he is doing better than himself? It didn't make any sense, he didn't understand. But that condescending little bitch was going to make him understand.

He planned to bring the idiot down to the training sector of UA. Question him on his quirk, and then give his own theory as to how he had come in possession of it.

If the fucker didn't want to give it up he'd beat the answer out of him. He didn't care, he needed to know. He needed clarity, he couldn't sleep over this shit.

He and Deku had been walking down a long path straight through the center of UA for a while now.

"K-Kacchan? Where are we going?" Deku asked timidly, barely keeping up with his own pace.

"Shut Up!" The nerd promptly quieted down.

His whole life, he was the strongest. He had a powerful quirk. He was the one who was going to be the number one hero.

It was almost funny. The day Deku told him that he was quirk-less, Katsuki had been crushed.

Deku had been his best friend, they were supposed to grow up together, be just like All Might. Number one and number two hero.

That was their plan, but then Deku was quirk-less, and Katsuki had one of the strongest quirks out of their whole class.

He would never admit this out loud, but he felt bad at first. Deku and him always used to worship All Might, the nerd was going to be his sidekick when they grew up. He had felt like a big brother to the boy, even though they were the same age. But that damn day, Deku tried to help him like he was some worthless idiot who couldn't do anything. He had the quirk, he was supposed to be saving people - not the other way around.

It infuriated him when Deku tried to help him, because not only did it make him feel inferior, but the damn nerd would always but into a business that he had no reason to be apart of. It was like he was belittling Katsuki - the actual strong one.

That's how it started off at least. But as the two grew older and older, his feelings changed.

It enraged him now! It felt like Izuku was always looking down on him. Like he had this sense of justice that outweighed a strong quirk like he knew that Katsuki wasn't good enough to be a hero so he was doing it the "right" way. it made him sick. Then, he showed up to the entrance exam of UA, with a brand new quirk, and with All Might's support.

All Might...

It was his fault...

If he had just been stronger, if he could have gotten away faster, by himself, All Might wouldn't have lost his power.

He was supposed to be the strongest! Him! Katsuki Bakugo! The strongest up and coming hero, winner of the sports festival, with the best quirk there was.

But he wasn't enough, not when it counted

And the nerd and everyone had to save him. He couldn't even save himself and-

The number one hero...

His number one hero...

Would still be...

The two teens had arrived at the sight of their first training drill. Their first real fight, as two heroes in training, had taken place right there.

Izuku watched as Kacchan stretched his shoulder out, gulping as the glare penetrated him. He didn't look like he was playing around this time.

"Deku. I'm going to ask you one time. What is your relation to All Might? Why are your quirks so similar? What the hell are you?"

He looked on, fear, shock, and anger, built up inside him like a can of soda that had just been shaken. He guessed his short temper might have been a side effect to what he had previously experienced in the night. Sure, his mental state wasn't the best, and his filter was also damaged.

But he was truly getting sick and tired of Kacchan's actions.

"What?" He replied in an angry tone, "Is that what you brought me all the way out here for? To ask me about my quirk?!"

"You heard me! Answer the question!" Kacchan yelled back, clenching his fists tightly.

He looked on to Kacchan, his eyes staring at the boy's physique. He looked ready to fight - like he was going to beat the answer out of him.

But Izuku had enough...

Enough of the tormenting...

Enough of the bullying...

He was tired of being pushed around. He didn't need to submit to Kacchan any more, he had a quirk now. He could defend himself. And with his mind being weathered, he did just that.

"No!" He yelled back sternly, shocking Kacchan slightly, but not enough to push him back.

"What the fuck did you just say? No?!" He screamed, walking towards him, "Answer the question Deku! Where did you get your quirk!"

For a split second, he began to wonder what would happen if he told him the truth. How he would react. But, that idea passed as soon as it came.

"I said," he murmured, looking down towards the pavement, "NO!"

Kacchan had stopped in his tracks. Tightening his fists further, Izuku watched as he breathed a heavy breath. Small explosions came from his palms, and his eyes harbored a fiery look.

"Fight me! If you won't answer the question, I'll just force you to tell me!" He yelled, getting into a fighting stance.

"Fight you!? Why! I developed my quirk late! You know that! I'm not going to fight you Kacchan!" He was filled with anger, he was fed up with Kacchan, but he did not want to fight the boy.

"LIAR!" Kacchan screamed, flying towards Izuku and launching him straight into one of the buildings surrounding the two.

He was rocked. That wasn't holding back, that was a full-on explosion. He shakily stood from the small amount of rubble and looked back towards him.

He had just exploded him into a building

WHAT THE HELL!

Izuku was about to snap. He had been through enough that day. And this was the flame that lit the fuse. The final shake that exploded the fan. He clenched his teeth and squeezed his fists so hard a small that white could be seen around his knuckles.

'This will be a good way to let some of my pent up emotions out, and I might as well see if my shoot style works on Kacchan...'

"Answer the fucking question Deku!" Kacchan began slowly walking towards the boy.

Izuku's eyes looked up, and a spark of green flashed through them. Soon, the rest of his body was covered in green sparks, and Izuku was speeding towards Kacchan.

"I refuse to be your punching bag any more, Kacchan!"

All Might, followed by two heroes in training, noisily walked back towards the U.A. dorms, at 1:30 in the morning.

Why'd it have to be 1:30 in the morning?

After comforting a crying Bakugou, and an emotionally wrecked Midoriya, Toshinori had been tired out himself.

But, he cleaned up his mess.

Bakugou now knew about One for All, his relationship with Midoriya, and how Midoriya was the next One for All successor. His life was now changed forever, but it seemed like he was accepting of it, so it was fine.

It had been difficult, telling Bakugou the truth. To Toshinori, it meant bringing one more life into his, which made Bakugou another target.

But he told himself it would be fine, that Bakugou and Midoriya would have each other's back, and that Bakugou himself is a strong-minded, and strong quirked individual. And deep down, he knew he would be fine.

But his subconscious, the back of his mind, it ate away at him. The dangers those two were in when it had just been Midoriya, and Toshinori had his powers, he could have at least counted on himself to protect him.

But he doesn't have his powers anymore, and he has to entrust all of his faith into the next generation. He has to believe they can take care of themselves, which, in reality...he did.

At least when he ends up leaving this earth, someone will be by his side, in his corner.

Now, his job was to train young Midoriya. And Bakugou, being aware of One for All and All for One, needed to be included at least in some fashion. He would train them both perhaps.

Toshinori pondered this as he made his way into the teacher's facilities after parting ways with his two students. They had gotten one hell of a lecture from Aizawa, which was coming to them, but still somehow seemed a bit much. They were both fragile, he could see that, but he supposed that wasn't something to stop punishment. Even if Aizawa's house arrest had been a light sentence.

Slowly entering the elevator and waiting for the contraption to close, he leaned his back against the wall, thinking on the matter once more.

On one hand, having a classmate that knows of his secrets, could be very useful for Midoriya. Not to mention their newfound rivalry, as well as young Bakugo's pure strength. To be truthful, there wasn't a better opponent and sparring partner for Midoriya in his class, save for Todoroki maybe.

On the other hand, including Bakugo was a lot to ask of him. He would have to agree to it in the first place, which honestly, Toshinori was not so sure he would. But then again he had his own goals to reach.

It seemed like the two boys had finally passed their stalemate of emotions. The way they opened up to each other earlier, as well as the way they were acting to one another right before Toshinori dropped them off at the dorms.

It seemed clear those two were finally developing somewhat of a friend-like relationship.

As he exited the elevator and opened the door to his room, the frail man let out a heavy sigh.

Maybe he was thinking too deeply of this, in the end, it would have to be Bakugo's decision on whether or not he would want to be included.

Worrying too much about the consequences would only keep him distracted. Stagnating Young Midoriya's growth could be an effect of his turmoil.

And that is the last thing Toshinori needed...

A blonde, followed by a green-headed boy, walked straight into the common area of Class 1-A's dorm. They both stopped. The green-haired teen waited eagerly for his classmate to make a move. That classmate, Bakugou, turned right and walked toward the kitchen.

Midoriya, the green-haired boy, watched with confusion as Bakugou grabbed two glasses and began to fill them with water. In no time at all, Bakugou had walked back to Midoriya, handed him the glass of water, and calmly moved over to the yellow couch. It was dark, and although their eyes had been adjusted by now, the scene still felt rather hard to grasp.

Midoriya could tell Bakugou was silently asking him to join him on the couch. It had been obvious, but after Bakugou had gotten him a glass of water, well, Midoriya had been a little more than surprised.

"Sit down you damn idiot," Kacchan ordered calmly, which shocked him. This was followed by him taking a long sip from his glass, finishing nearly 2/3rd of the beverage. With slight hesitation, Izuku obeyed him, not wanting to upset him further. He had since gotten a grasp on his own emotions, or at least, enough to not think as brashly as he was earlier. He had to admit, the way Kacchan was acting seriously shook him. It had been so out of character, but then again, he never thought he would see Kacchan crying in front of him either. The night had definitely been...eventful.

Now, the two boys sat on the couch. Izuku chose to sip from his glass of water to dodge the awkward tone in the air, "T-Thank you for the water Kacchan..." he spoke, setting the half-finished glass down on the table.

"Yeah...whatever. I figured you'd probably need it since we just fought." Kacchan was still, and staring straight ahead of him, totally missing the gaze Izuku had thrown his way.

"K-Kacchan...I just wanted to sa—"

"Shut up..." He whispered angrily, cutting him off, "just...stop talking..."

He listened and chose to once again follow his friend's orders. Friend, he still didn't know if that was the appropriate term. Even after everything that had just happened, what were they? Rivals, he guessed. Friends?

Maybe

"Listen...I'm only going to say this once...so...just fucking listen..." Kacchan spoke through closed teeth, "I'm sorry."

Izuku's eyes widened, and before he could start blabbering he thought twice. His mouth shut and his eyes slowly closed, they re-opened looking the opposite direction.

"I'm sorry for being such a dick. I'm sorry for treating you like trash, and I'm sorry for telling you to kill yourself," He bit his inner lip looking towards the floor, "I...couldn't say it in front of All Might."

Izuku thought back to that day, more so that night. When he had actually thought about the idea of committing suicide. Just to see how people would have reacted, to see how Kacchan would have reacted. Of course, he would have never done it. He would never do that to his mom, she wouldn't be able to live with herself. But he thought about it, what it would be like. What the repercussions would be. How Bakugou himself would act knowing it was his fault. The boy's face grew slightly sour, those weren't his favorite memories.

"I was terrible, and I'm saying sorry because I didn't actually mean those shitty things I used to do and say to you. I don't know..." Kacchan looked away from the coffee table he had been so fixated on this entire time, and looked farther away from Izuku, "I don't know why I did those things. I think maybe I was just a fucking brat. Or maybe I just didn't...like the idea of anyone being better than me? It's fucked up...and you didn't deserve it."

He had long forgotten the wall he was staring at and had chosen to focus on the boy who was rambling about his mistakes. Tears had welled up in his eyes a few minutes ago, but he didn't dare let them drop. He was confused, Kacchan thought he was better than him? How? The boy almost expressed his confusion vocally, but again he thought it would be better to let him talk first.

Katsuki thought back to when All Might was explaining One for All to him. He told Katsuki how he saw true Heroism in Deku, and how even though he was quirk-less, that one quality was more important than anything. That had really hit him hard, hearing All Might say that Deku was more heroic than himself. It made it even worse when All Might explained how he too had been quirk-less before receiving One for All. It all clicked together in his mind.

"I'm only saying this now...cuz...well I don't fucking know ok? I just..." he paused to take a breathe, "after finding out about your shit with All Might. I don't know, it all just started to make sense to me. Ever since I was a kid...I looked up to All Might. But at the same time, looking back, I was the opposite of what a hero should be, what I thought I was being. I was a bully, maybe I still am... I don't..." he clenched his fists and bit his lower lip.

Tears threatened to spill but he told himself to not let them, he had to get this out. "You were more heroic than me, more like All Might than me, ever since we were small. You always were. And deep down...I don't think..." tears started to fall from his eyes, "I don't think I liked that you were better than me at being a hero. You always tried to save people, and you always stuck up for everyone, even me, and all that when I was the one with the amazing quirk, and you were quirk-less. I took it like you were trying to one-up me or something, look down on me, I always wanted to prove that I was stronger, better! But now I see that you were just that good a fucking person!"

He furiously wiped his eyes, he couldn't believe he was crying again. The fuck was wrong with him? How much of a bitch could he be?

"You just..." Katsuki was almost weeping now, "you were just trying to dream and all I did was tell you to kill yourself for it!" Without being able to get another word out from the choked sobs, he sat there with his hands over his face. He felt a presence next to him, and then two arms wrap around his shoulders.

"It's ok Kacchan, I-I forgive you..."

...

He...

...

...forgave him?

How!? He was the entire reason his childhood was terrible!

Maybe this is what All Might was truly talking about.

He hesitated, reluctant to accept the sign of affection his classmate was offering him, but today had been terrible. And since the two were alone, Katsuki returned Deku's embrace.

Never in a million years had Izuku thought he would be holding a crying Kacchan, or that he would be trying not to cry either. His bully had just apologized for everything he had ever done to him, and as he had explained it, it all made logical sense. That was the most "fucked up" part about it (as his friend would describe), he somehow felt bad for Kacchan, even though he had been his victim all these years.

"Kacchan...I...it's ok...I..." He tried to speak but in reality, he had no clue what to say. How could he say anything that could make this situation better? In his opinion, the situation was already pretty good. So he decided that letting him calm down was the more intellectual move. After about 30 seconds of his crying, Kacchan frantically stood up and walked away from the couch. He stood with his back facing him, while one hand wiped his eyes.

"How?"

Izuku's tear-stained eyes looked up with surprise. How? What had he meant by that?

"How could you forgive me so easily? How could you just say that? Your entire life I was terrible to you, and now your just...forgiving me..."

"Kacchan..." he started, pausing to think for a second, he had good reasoning in his questions. Explaining his own would be a bit rough. "A small part of me, doesn't want to forgive you. But a larger part of me already has. I've always looked up to you, whether that was a good thing or a bad one, I did. Even as you teased me, bullied me, beat me, I always looked to you as someone I wished I could be like. Mainly because you had the attitude I wish I could have had at the time, you were confident. Fearless. You had everything I didn't, and I didn't care as much that you bullied me because of that. Like I said earlier, I've been looking up to you this entire time. You said you thought I was trying to be better than you, but I actually was chasing after you."

Kacchan froze, his hand dropped back to his side, and his face contorted into what looked to be disgust mixed with guilt.

"Even though that was the case. It's not like it didn't affect me. No one would make friends with me. I was so lonely throughout my entire childhood...it hurt so much seeing the other kids play together. Its... messed up that I think this way. I know. Because of you, none of them would even talk with me. I used to think something was wrong with me because I didn't have a quirk, and that was because of you as well. But... Kacchan... even when you told me to jump off the roof... a deeper part of me knew you didn't mean it. Just like all the other times you bullied me, I knew somewhere, deep down, you weren't like that. We used to be best friends when we were small. You were a nice person underneath all of the screaming and explosions, or at least you were before. That's why I can forgive you, because, for some reason, I had already forgiven you."

Katsuki almost broke down once more, but through sheer willpower alone, he was able to stay composed. Deku had somehow figured him out, even before he had figured himself out, Deku had known who Katsuki really was. The idiot was always like that, always analyzing stuff, he was a genius when it came to shit like that. It made sense he would know more about him then he himself did.

"T-Thank you... Izuku" Katsuki whispered, not going unnoticed by Izuku himself.

His eyes widened, Kacchan had just called him by his real name, his first name, Izuku. That might have been the first time he had ever used his real name. It felt, weird. If he had to define the word progress, through tonight's events alone, that moment might be it. For Kacchan to go from calling him Deku his entire life, to calling him his first name, well... it made Midoriya feel pretty great.

Standing up, and wiping some of the tears that were still flowing out of his eyes, Midoriya slowly walked towards Bakugou. A heavily scarred hand raised up, and rested on the blonde's shoulder, "I'm gonna keep calling you Kacchan instead of Katsuki if it's ok with you." Midoriya exclaimed with a small laugh.

Bakugou let out a light chuckle, "As long as I can keep using Deku, it's pretty fucking catchy by now."

The two broke out into a small chuckle fest, and it seemed to immediately lighten the mood of the room. Izuku Midoriya and Katsuki Bakugou were finally on there a way to becoming real friends.

Unbeknownst to the two, a third smile watched on from the staircase leading up to the dormitory floors. That person was, Ochako Uraraka.

Ochako was incredibly happy, her eyes had been tear-stained, but her smile was brighter than it had been in weeks. She just witnessed Deku and Bakugou get through their issues. It was a sight she wished the rest of the class could see but was somewhat prideful only herself had viewed it.

She watched as the two said some final words, and started to walk in opposite directions. Bakugou was walking towards the other staircase, presumably to his room. And Deku was walking towards the staircase on this side of the dorms. The staircase...she happened to be spying on...

Uh oh

Without a single peep, she bolted up the stairs and back to his room. As she entered his dorm, she immediately closed the door and flopped into his chair. 'I can't believe Bakugou and Deku are actually friends now!'

Her mind raced with the possibilities. They could train together, talk to each other like normal people maybe, it was a revolutionary landmark in their relationship.

That was a part of her thoughts, however.

She thought back to when she was waiting in Deku's room. He had been gone for almost 20 minutes, and she couldn't just sit still anymore. That's when she decided to go downstairs and check out the explosion she heard, but that's when she ran into Bakugo and Deku, both standing behind the yellow couch. Throughout the whole conversation, Ochako cried, she got furious, she even almost ran out there and slapped Bakugo over the head when she heard he had told Deku to kill himself.

How absolutely disgusting does a person have to be, to tell them to kill them-self? She was glad he seemed sorry because if he wasn't she would give him a reason to be.

Another thing that had stuck with her, most prominently, was a comment Bakugou made in the middle of his apology.

"After finding out about your thing with All Might."

Ochako replayed that sentence back in her head at least 50 times. What had he meant? What thing did Deku have with All Might? It was always obvious they were closer than the rest of the class, but Ochako had always brushed that off as them having similar quirks. But then it would only be natural for All Might to take a liking to Deku.

But now...she thought it could be something much more complicated and intense.

Shaking her head, she realized she was still in Deku's room. Looking around, Ochako looked over all of his All Might memorabilia. He was a real fanboy, and she doubted he was any different before he had met the number one hero himself.

He was about to come back up and she still needed to talk to him, find out what he was going through before. Maybe find out what this 'thing' he had with All Might was. It was obvious during that conversation, Bakugou let out his feelings, but Deku's were still mostly bottled up.

She was sure he had a panic attack earlier, and she needed to find out why. For his own health, she had to help him. Just like he helped her.