This part is somewhat out of order and can be confusing. Sorry.

My Hero Academia belongs to Kōhei Horikoshi. I am not profiting from this. Thanks for reading.

Part 3

Kimura Mitsuki was a successful career woman. She had money, power, influence. People wanted to be her.

Kimura Mitsuki knew what she was. And what she was not.

"Perfect" never belonged to her.

As a little girl, Mitsuki lived with her father and her twin sister. They lived above an ever popular noodle restaurant. It was always loud and busy, so the Kimura family resorted to shouting to be heard. She carried her voice unknowingly.

She and her sister were similar in temperament, spending their days, hand in hand, pulling silly little pranks on the tourists in downtown. No one really knew the reason, but Mitsuki was convinced what happened next was due to one prank too many.

There were police tapes in the streets with her sweet sister in the center. It was the day before their tenth birthday.

Her father never stopped grieving, the storm cloud of misery hiding his other daughter from his mind. The man became rougher and tougher, encouraging Mitsuki to be the same. To hide her emotions behind a facade of confidence and danger. Told her meekness gets you killed. Told her to be the strongest and the best, secure a spot at the top so no one will dare to spark her ire. So that's what Mitsuki did. Donning her mask, locking up childhood naivety and silly smiles far in the recess of her mind, she promised to be strong.

Her father had never really hugged her or kissed her or said he loved her. He was all messy hair ruffles and slaps on the back and "That's my little brat!" After the incident, Mitsuki felt she was living with a stranger who stole her father's face. Hearing her classmates talk about their families made her feeling inadequate. That maybe Mitsuki just wasn't good enough for those gentle hugs and kind words and soft eyes. With all that in mind, Mitsuki walked home, planning all the ways to make her father proud. She just wanted him to look at her.

A crime scene welcomed her home. It was the day before her fourteenth birthday.

Kimura Mitsuki didn't want to let him go. So she carried his name and all his habits through life, becoming that dangerous, confident woman he wanted her to be.

When little Katsuki was born, Mitsuki's elation died quickly to make way for dread. She ruined everything she touched. She had no kind words in her voice. She could barely even get up in the morning.

Mitsuki didn't want to ruin her precious little baby, but she didn't know what to do. She never knew what to do.

Kimura Mitsuki only had her father to follow.

When the Midoriyas moved in, Mitsuki thought, 'Oh. They're so mild. And emotional. And open. People will hurt them. Oh no…'

Izuku and Katsuki became friends. Kind of. When they were together, she noticed the attention the kids got. Izuku was the angel and Katsuki was the not-angel. He reminded her of herself in some ways. Mitsuki was never that popular in her youth.

She didn't want Katsuki to turn out like her, because as much as she feared the emotional vulnerability of the Midoriyas, they were inherently better than her. So she made Izuku his role model. Not that it worked out very well. The Bakugou family stopped talking about the Midoriyas when Katsuki hid his face.

Mitsuki hated herself. She couldn't do anything right.

She didn't know how to love properly. (Honestly, none of them did.)

The general public gave her a persona. To the public, she was some kind of aloof queen who always got what she wished. Someone no one had the guts to say 'no' to. She didn't mind what the people said. Her heart would always belong to her family.

And she saw the hesitance in her husband, the second guessing in her son. It scared her. That she did something wrong. Without knowing how to fix it, she could only hope they accepted the love she poured out in their meals, the cleanliness of their home, the best of the best for her beloved. They never seemed to notice, and what was little Mitsuki to do but be better?

Katsuki came home one day, commenting on his participation in the sports festival. Both Mitsuki and Masaru were surprised. The kid could be loud, but that didn't mean he loved being the center of attention. He didn't say much on that, so the two loving parents smiled and didn't push.

Masaru was very sad he had to be out of the country when it broadcasted, but Mitsuki assured him she'd record it. So she took that day off to watch her child fly across the screen, pretty sparks trailing after him. He was marvelous, being a hero-in-training, being someone great. She watched with wide eyes and childish admiration. Katsuki was always so amazing in her eyes.

She ended up destroying the recording by the end of the main event. It horrified her to even imagine the idea of what had happened at the end. Masaru shouldn't have to see that. Nothing computed in her head as she sat blankly in front of the television until her son came home. And when that door swung open to reveal her boy, a rush of anger and distress overcame her like a tsunami. She couldn't say anything as she ran to hold him in her arms. Immediately returning the embrace, Katsuki sobbed into her chest. It was guttural. Mitsuki felt something break.

They somehow ended up under the kitchen table. By the time Katsuki had stopped crying, she had wrangled enough brain cells together to form real coherent thoughts again.

"My baby boy, those people hurt you."

"I don't want to go back."

"You never have to go back there."

"But I have to be a hero."

"There are plenty of other schools."

"But UA is the best."

"You don't need to be the best. This world doesn't deserve you."

"I just... want you to be proud of me."

"I'm already so so so proud of you."

"Okay."

Katsuki went back to UA.

Mitsuki went too. And she raised hell and rained fury on those people who dared to even look at her baby.

The school issued a formal apology to one Bakugou Katsuki. He was more confused than anything, unsure of how to respond, so he carried on his day distraught.

Mitsuki wasn't satisfied, but she relented, knowing causing too much trouble will only bring unnecessary attention and stress back to her little Katsudon. But UA was still on her shit list. It will always be a stain in her heart.

The day after Katsuki's confrontation with Izuku was another school day, and with it, another lunch gathering. All normal and not out of the norm at all. At least, it was supposed to be. Tenya and Hitoshi told him they heard the Conversation ™. Katsuki didn't know how to react so he shovelled whatever was in his lunchbox. It was really good. (Of course it's really good. Mom made it. And she's a better cook than him and dad.) It distracted him long enough to think of something to say.

"Mmh?" What a clever response.

His two friends assured him nothing in their relationship would change. That was good. He could keep this routine, this something familiar. Especially after having to deal with half the class looking at him quietly that morning. It was unnerving. Izuku wasn't looking at him, which was good, because the green boy had those crazy eyes. The ones that meant he was thinking a million outlandish theories at once and is rendered dead to the world until he snaps out of it.

It was only morning but Katsuki wished the day would end immediately. Really, the vibe in that room was freaky.

Monoma Neito had a friendly smile and warm eyes.

Just kidding.

He really didn't. He had an easy smile that whispered deceit and guarded eyes that hid his intentions. People didn't like him. He was a nasty kind of guy. The kind that cheats and lies and fights dirty to get what they want. Neito will admit it. He's a nasty kind of guy. What can he say? He's a freak. People talked in hushed tones, making bets on when he'll turn to villainy. They could talk all they wanted. Because Neito will only prove them all wrong, and he will stand at the top and stay there.

Unfortunately, he was still in school, still in training, still in class 1-B. Still at the bottom. His unpopularity also pushed his status as the class loner. Not that he minded. He's a nasty guy! And guys like that function fine without friends and the like. Neito was happy the way he was. He told himself every day, every hour.

But maybe he wanted some companions. You know, for entertainment! Definitely not friends or anything. Really. Whenever he looked over the roof's edge, he saw the three loners sitting together (if they're together, are they still loners?). Neito only watched them from above as they sometimes laughed and played games together. He didn't need that.

He didn't.

At all.

"Sup, Monoma Neito here, at your service," he introduced himself. He hoped he did well. Not that it mattered!

"Who the fuck are you?" Bakugou asked.

"Katsuki-kun, he said he is Monoma Neito," Iida answered dutifully. Shinsou turned to Neito like he was looking at a camera in some sitcom. His face read 'You see the shit I put up with almost daily?'

"I- ahem. I was scouting out the competition when I noticed your little group of clowns fooling around here, and thought I'd just enjoy the show from upfront." Bakugou and Iida took it at face value, both looking at him like he was the clown. Shinsou recognized his front though. Of course he did. They were both lonely outcasts with proper knowledge of social nuances.

Monoma Neito fit like he belonged. And that… felt nice. It was nice. And knowing the fact his presence changed a trio to a quartet made him feel like he could vomit cotton candy and cry rainbows. It was really gross, but still nice.

One day, Tenya began their lunch with a simple observation.

"I have noticed this friend group is all boys. Is this what the kids mean by 'boys club'?" he asked. Hitoshi paused, wondering how long an explanation would take and if it was worth spending that time talking instead of eating.

"No- This isn't- I don't think-" he didn't even know where to begin, vaguely aware of how far Tenya's social ineptitude reached.

"Damn. I always wanted to be in a club." Katsuki looked in awe.

"Yes. This is a boys club," Neito replied with his dumb smile.

"No. Stop-"

"Now we need a name for our club." That bastard Neito looked way too satisfied with himself. Hitoshi just wanted a day without headaches. Rare now that Katsuki and Tenya were being enabled by the bastard.

Katsuki's voice rang triumphantly, "We are the MFU."

"What does MFU stand for?" Tenya asked.

"Mother Fuckers United"

"No," three voices deadpanned in unison.

After school that very day, the temporarily named FAC (Frontline Assholes Coalition) went out to experience the joys of having friends.

They visited the arcade, making fools of themselves trying to perfect their footwork. They played so many rhythm games and shooting games trying to get on the highscore leaderboard that their visions spun with brightly saturated lights.

They tried their luck at crane machines, not stopping until all four boys had a matching keychain. The charms were honestly very ugly, but it didn't stop them from clipping them on their school bags.

They went to the cutest cafe for dessert and proceeded to order the most obnoxious looking shit on the menu. And of course, to celebrate the occasion, took the world's most serious selfie.

To finish it all off, they took pictures at the photo booth. Tenya refused to let them out until they stuck at least one photo sticker on their phone cases.

The FAC had experienced all the fun they had previously missed out on. The best part was, it was only the first of many.

The rush of bright and colorful lights of the day came to an end as Katsuki walked through the doorway of his home. His outing may have ended, but his heart was still giddy and excited. Mitsuki noticed.

"Where's dad?" Katsuki asked as he set his bag beside the table (carefully, as he didn't want to scratch his new charm).

"He's running a little late, but he'll be back soon," Mitsuki replied from the kitchen. She finished up the dishes before turning to face her son. "How was your day?"

Katsuki, so full of unexplainable emotions, simply showed off his phone case. It proudly displayed, right in the center, four boys in various states of chaos topped off with cutesy decorations. The caption in the corner read 'UA's cutest MFs.'

"What's MF?"

"Mofo. Tenya didn't like that, but it wasn't his turn to decorate." Katsuki looked up from the photo to his mother's face. The smile she gave him was one he didn't have a name for. It looked like how Izuku used to smile at Aunty Inko. A big smile full of adoration and … and love.

Midnight had once mentioned people spoke in different ways. Some with words, some with actions, so on and so forth. And that was why direct communication was important. It got him thinking maybe mom spoke in a way he could not hear. So he gathered his courage, all or nothing.

"Mom, I love you." Mitsuki looked startled, and before his boldness left, Katsuki breathed out all at once, "Do you love me?"

The expression on her face almost broke him. It looked like that broken something in dad's eyes. The thing that stares back in the mirror.

Masaru entered the building with an apology on his lips, "Sorry I'm la-"

He saw his wife and child both laying face down on the kitchen floor weeping and quietly wailing. It was a very alarming night.

Katsuki had been very excited by the notion of a Test of Courage. Not even being paired up with Todoroki could bring his mood down. Now he's kneeling on a hard floor, wondering what the hell even happened in the last few hours, ecstasy plummeting at a constant rate. There was some fog and some kid and something sharp and some weirdo and- Actually, the forest was on fire if he recalled correctly. Like, blazing up to heaven. They were going to need a lot of help managing and dealing with the aftermath of… whatever happened.

Wait, nevermind all that! Where the fuck was he? And why did that guy slap him? Rude?

"Bakugou Katsuki," the weirdo stopped monologuing when he noticed Katsuki wasn't listening. "I'll get straight to the point. I like everything about you. I really love how evil and menacing and villainous you are. You are-" Katsuki stopped listening again.

There was something very jarring when his peers called him villainous. But there was something very repulsive when a grown-ass adult villain called him villainous. It made his skin crawl, made his shoulders tense up to his ears. He felt disgusting.

He wondered if rescue was coming.

"SENSEI, WE HAVE TO GO AFTER THEM THEY HAVE KACCHAN AND THEY'RE GONNA HURT HIM AND-" Aizawa shoved a hand in Midoriya's face, forcing the child to stop his panicked word vomiting.

"Midoriya, calm down. We need to address the current situation first. The fire and search and rescue need-"

"SENSEI, KATSUKI-KUN IS GONE WHAT IF HE DIES?!"

"Iida, calm down."

Aizawa's stress meter shot up through the sky. As much as class 1-A was a headache and more, he cared for the kids beyond occupational obligations. And Bakugou was honestly a very pleasant student. He understood the students' concerns, but the villains had caused way too much trouble that required immediate attention. A quick phone call even confirmed other locations linked to these same villains, hoping to cause chaos and buy time for themselves. At that point in time, Aizawa could do very little.

Katsuki wondered if rescue was coming for approximately four seconds.

Because Mitsuki didn't raise a fool, and Masaru definitely didn't raise a defenseless extra.

Dad's words, not his.

Masaru was a mild mannered, pleasant man. He was also a very secretive man. Most people didn't even know he and Mitsuki were married.

As a child, he was a completely different person. Little Masaru was all silent disdain and cruel jokes. He grew up with four older siblings that all picked on him for absolutely no reason. They never got physical, but their words always stung, so he learned to hide and be quiet so they wouldn't notice few times he did speak up, it was full of spite and curses. When he turned fifteen, in an odd show of human decency, his four siblings scrounged up what they could to gift him a balisong. Which was useful. It was a real dump where they lived.

It wasn't very surprising when Masaru found himself in a kidnapping situation. It was quite common (the situation, not his involvement). He was simply out playing in the abandoned warehouse when he heard the voices of garbage and the crying of a child. This child Masaru knew very well. It was the asshole who pushed him off a bridge six years back. Of course, no one was too hurt, the bridge being low and the ground free of debris. But the asshole's stupid cackling grated on his nerves. And he remembered that day very clearly.

It didn't take a genius to see the two trash bags masquerading as humans were not the brightest of the bunch. In no time, he had them out the building, at which point Masaru dropped a brick or two on their heads. They didn't die so it was okay. That's what all his siblings told him. ('It's not murder if they don't die,' his sister said, shoving a glass shard in her rival's leg for emphasis. 'Cops here only care for murder, so don't you worry.') He swiped their phones, wallets, and cuff key before walking back inside to set the asshole free. Using his knife to cut the binds, Masaru jerked the kid up by the elbow not very gently.

"Holy shit, so fucking happy you're here," asshole said as tape was violently ripped from the mouth. "You got the key, right? Hurry up and get them off me!"

Masaru, being a brat, only smiled and waved the key in front of his face.

"You want it?" he teased.

"Wha- Yes! The hell you doing?!"

"Then go fetch, dog." Masaru sprinted to the low bridge and tossed the key into the brush. That look of pure disbelief on the asshole's face was just priceless. It was just so funny. It made him laugh, even when he was taken hostage by some other trash bags. He even laughed through the beating they gave him. It was that funny.

The day after his high school graduation, Masaru packed up and left, started a new life with a new name with a new personality. He wanted nothing to do with that violent world he grew up in. Wanted nothing to do with his bloody past.

Bakugou Masaru was a weary man with a penchant for normalcy.

"Hey, you… You. Villain," Katsuki called for attention to the guy that monologued but couldn't remember the name of that fucker.

"At least remember my name! It's-" The guy looked offended. Get in line, guy. Katsuki wasn't great with names. You're not that special.

"Whatever. I'll think about your offer, but I can't think with you and your posse staring at me. Fucking creepy. And give me some space, dammit! I got a lungful of smoke thanks to you fuckwads starting fires and shit."

The group of weirdos were stupidly accommodating. They threw him in an empty locked room with Quirk suppressing cuffs. Great. He could do without the cuffs, but dad had armed him since a very young age. Masaru was a paranoid and somewhat neurotic man. He absolutely refused to let Katsuki run around without a weapon. He'd even personally created Katsuki's clothes to fit as many hidden pockets as possible. (Izuku had been amazed when his friend magically produced a knife from seemingly nowhere.)

And escaping? Child's play. Katsuki could pretend it was merely another game he used to play with his dad. The game was called "Escape this locked abandoned building by yourself because if daddy could do it Katsuki can too". It wasn't actually called that, but that's what Katsuki always thought of it as.

"OKAY. NOW THAT EVERYTHING IS UNDER CONTROL AND EVERYONE (EXCEPT KACCHAN) IS ACCOUNTED FOR AND TREATED CAN WE GO AFTER HIM?!" Izuku was surprised at his ability to even breathe. He'd been in a state of pure terror for the last few days. Never in his life had he wished he had his license as much as that moment. Aizawa-sensei looked like he was about to drop from exhaustion. Made sense, considering the man was running on tar coffee and adrenaline alone.

"You're still a student and-" the teacher started before he was interrupted by a police officer rushing up to him.

"ERASERHEAD THE KID CUFFS KNIFE HEAD KNIFE ROOM KID HELL-" It appeared the officer was also running on tar coffee and adrenaline, but decided to crash at that exact moment.

"KACCHAN OH MY GOD YOU'RE HERE I THOUGHT YOU OH MY GOD WHAT HAPPENED OH MY GOD KACCHAN THIS ISN'T FUNNY KACCHAN-" Izuku was a mess as he sobbed next to his friend. Said friend, Katsuki, merely watched on and listened with poorly veiled amusement. He was very fortunate the villains didn't frisk him. Otherwise, he probably wouldn't have gotten out, walked away, taken a taxi, and arrived at UA in search of Recovery Girl.

Izuku was just being dramatic.

"I SWEAR KACCHAN THIS IS SERIOUS DON'T EVEN THINK FOR A SECOND I'M OVERREACTING THIS IS-"

Aizawa Shouta just wanted to curl up in his actual bed and hibernate. The whole kidnapping debacle was highly unnecessary and traumatizing for everyone involved. That aside, Principal Nedzu was putting more funds into finishing the dorms as soon as possible. Living in the dormitory would encourage further interaction among the students and have them close and under surveillance for safety.

As a homeroom teacher, he had so graciously been bestowed upon the duty of visiting every student's household to discuss with their guardians.

It was evening, and he was on his last stop. Bakugou's place. He waited until the end, partly because he didn't want to face his parents just yet. What was he to do? He let their kid get taken from his supervision! But he had to face it. With a heavy sigh, Shouta walked up to the door and gave a quick knock. It opened to reveal a vague approximate of Bakugou's clone.

"Can I help you?" the clone asked.

"Aizawa Shouta, hero, homeroom teacher for UA class 1-A," he promptly answered. The clone's eyes gained a hard edge.

"Come in."

Shouta could confidently say even his apartment looked more lived in than the Bakugou's place. The clone turned out to be the mother, Mitsuki. She led him to the living area as she called her husband and started on tea.

Looking around the immaculate place, the teacher noticed an out-of-place bookshelf. It was full of little trinkets and figurines and even what he would consider trash. It was strange with its violently saturated colors in the relatively monochromatic interior.

"That's the family shelf," a voice spoke. "I'm Masaru, Katsuki's father." The man had a dangerous lilt in his voice. Yes, the Bakugou parents were decidedly not happy with UA. Couldn't blame them, not one bit.

In all his years of being an underground hero, Shouta had never been in a more nerve-biting situation than there in the Bakugou home. Both parents were the immovable forces that surrounded their little prince between them. It was kinda scary.

"Your school is on strike two." The calm in Mitsuki's voice dripped with poison and hissed promise of pain. Masaru's blank slate of a face, light glaring off his glasses, was just as malicious. Glancing at Katsuki, Shouta felt a tad bit jealous of the boy's oblivious nonchalance.

"Ultimately, it's up to Katsuki," Masaru spoke up, first time since his introduction. The man was analyzing Shouta more than the discussion, and it was quite disturbing.

Katsuki's neutral gaze didn't change as his eyes dragged up to meet his teacher's.

"Damn, teach. When's the last time you slept?"

"Katsuki, were you focusing on the conversation?" Shouta tried to keep on track.

"Yeah. Sure. I'll go. The dorm thing." Three pairs of eyebrows raised.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Okay…" Shouta trailed off, glad to have their cooperation but very unsettled by Mitsuki's hand signs vowing vengeance should anything go wrong again.

"Katsuki, you be good, okay?" Mitsuki fussed over the boy. Katsuki let her. "You can call us any time. And you can come home whenever you want, okay?"

"Okee."

Masaru didn't say much, but his arms were warm.

"They say third time's the charm, right?" Katsuki asked for confirmation.

"Who's 'they'?" Mitsuki questioned.

"I don't know. Like, you know. People."

"You be who you are. You're not people. You're my brat, You're Bakugou Katsuki!"

"Hell yeah I am!"

Katsuki grabbed his bags and turned to enter school grounds once more, and if his gaze lingered on his parents a second longer than usual…

only the Bakugous had to know.