The Boy Born with Everything and the Boy Born with Nothing.

A boy with spiky, blond hair threw a pebble expertly, watching it proudly as it skipped a total of seven times before sinking into the depths of the river. The other boys watched with amazement, applauding and cheering, and Katsuki Bakugo puffed out his chest in pride. It was easy. Anyone could do it.

Green hair tousled in the wind, his freckled cheeks crunching up in concentration and Midoriya Izuku mimicked Katsuki's movements with a stone of his own. Red eyes watched with slight delight as Izuku's stone sank straight into the water and he shrugged his shoulders as his friends laughed at the green haired boy's failure.

Oh well, maybe it wasn't easy for some people.

"You know, Izuku can also be read as Deku, right?"

The kids around him drew a collective gasp,

"Katsuki, you can read?"

"As expected of Bakugo!"

"Kacchan, you're amazing!"

Blood red eyes surveyed the awestruck eyes around him that glimmered with nothing but respect, and Bakugo's heart swelled as he gave a nonchalant shrug, a smug smile spilling across his face.

"What, you can't?"

Fervent heads shook as they gazed reverently at their leader. Bakugo smirked, "And you know what it means? It means someone who can't do anything."

The kids laughed, leaving the green haired boy dumbstruck as the others began to chant, falling into a dance around Izuku, "Deku! Deku! Deku!"

Bakugo laughed alongside them, a strange feeling of satisfaction at the pit of his stomach, "From now on, Midoriya, you're called Deku."

There was always something, something that he performed with ease that the others could not. Especially Deku, who seemed to have a talent of failing spectacularly at everything. And Bakugo began to realize the growing difference between him and the rest of his friends.

Why couldn't they read? Why couldn't they do a front roll? Why couldn't they skip rope? Why didn't they know this? Why couldn't they do any of these things that Katsuki Bakugo found so easy?

And by the time when his quirk manifested, Bakugo found his answer.

The teachers and the kids had gathered all around him as he gave a demonstration of his newfound quirk, little sparks dancing across his palm. Izuku Midoriya was at the forefront, gazing starry eyed and mouth wide open at the colorful display. The teachers were praising Bakugo like they had never done before and the awestruck clamoring of the kids around him grew louder and louder, all of it melting into one incoherent bundle of buzzing sounds, beating against his eardrums… His red eyes gazed into the expression on Deku's face and he realized.

He was just that amazing. Katsuki Bakugo was simply born special.

His quirk was amazing of course because Bakugo couldn't be anything but. The sense of power it gave him was far too great and every day, he didn't waste a single chance to show off his amazing quirk. He particularly enjoyed watching Deku's expression shift with respect and longing every time he rubbed it in his face.

It wasn't just him though. Many other kindergarteners in their class were popping up, awakening to their quirks, and each time, there was always a commotion as the kids yelled and the teachers gasped. And with each time a new quirk was developed, Bakugo's heart swelled with pride because he had seen not a single quirk that could outmatch his.

The kids, the teachers, everyone; the world around him had nothing but praise for him, and his friends looked up to him with more respect as the days flew by. And Katsuki Bakug never felt more alive. The world was at his feet, the rest of the rabble clamoring beneath him and he soaked in this feeling of superiority. And when Deku was discovered to be quirkless, hah! Deku should just follow him from behind and be his shadow.

But one Summer day, everything suddenly went wrong. It was him that had picked the fight first, not Bakugo. He wouldn't have done anything so long as the stupid guy had ignored them and went his way. But he had asked for it. Bakugo was just showing the kid his place at his feet with one of his fiery explosions when Deku, the very Deku, who couldn't do shit, blocked his way.

"If you keep going, I w-w-won't f-f-f-orgive y-y-you!"

Bakugo stared, not comprehending before a vein throbbed in his head. Blood was still roaring through his veins, adrenaline pumping through his body from his very first fight with that coward, who now lay cringing behind Deku's back.

"Pretending to be a hero, huh? Deku!" How could Deku stand against him, he thought furiously through the fierce pounding of his skull. Deku admired him, right? So why was he there, facing Bakugo, trembling like a scared little kitten?

Adrenaline spiked as Bakugo grinned menacingly, showing all his teeth. Even if Deku was supposed to be his friend, if he stood in his way, he would beat him senseless.

And then…

"Smaaaaash!"

The spiky haired boy didn't know what hit him as something barreled into his side as he unceremoniously tumbled in the hot sand.

Blue, so much blue filled his vision and the Sun glared down at him as he stared up at it.

"Wha…"

"Bakugo?"

"Katsuki? Are you ok?"

The voices of his friends rang out with uncertainty and Bakugo's face turned red with embarrassment.

"Back off!" the spiky haired boy slapped his friends' hands away before they could help him up because he absolutely didn't need it. He was Katsuki Bakugo. He didn't need help! Why didn't they understand that?

"After them," he growled fiercely and they sprinted after the distant figures of Deku and another he didn't recognize.

"Aaaarrgggh! Tiny fists slammed against the wall, a deafening bang echoing through the alleyway as his quirk left a deep imprint on the cold, concrete wall.

He could hear his friends gulp behind his back, but frankly he couldn't care less because they had lost Deku. That useless Deku had managed to outrun them! He pressed his burning forehead against the concrete wall, next to the sizzling holes his hands had made. The coolness helped a bit as the last of his adrenaline left his limbs and he could distinctly feel the coming of muscle ache he would suffer tomorrow.

Yes, tomorrow. Tomorrow he would confront Deku and make things right. Because Deku should always be behind him, praising him and respecting him, not going up against his face!

Bakugo cracked his knuckles before ordering his friends back as they trudged their way back home. Oh boy, was he looking forward to tomorrow.

It turned out that he didn't have to go through the troubles of finding their green haired friend. Because Deku came to him. Meek and awkward, his green eyes avoided his red ones as they ruefully raked the ground. This, now this was the Deku he knew, Bakugo thought grimly.

"You better be prepared for the consequences, Deku!"

Deku gave an involuntary shudder, as he stumbled backwards, "W-wait, Kacchan! I came to apologize!"

"Well, then! Let's hear it! Because I'm thinking you want out of my agency!"

"Why should you apologize?" A voice rang out clear and piercing. Red eyes blinked at Deku, for a moment thinking that he had made that retort before he herked his head back at the source that was so clearly behind him.

A snarl of menace died in his throats as red met mismatched eyes. One coal black and one warm amber, bore holes into his blood red, and Katsuki Bakugo felt all his rage drain down the hole as the girl in front of him scrutinized him.

Butterflies began to dance in his stomach as he held her gaze, and his cheeks suddenly felt warm. Because this was the first time in Katsuki Bakugo's life that he ever wondered how someone could be so pretty.

Bakugo blinked, his breath caught in his throat. She stormed past him, shoulders colliding and shoving him aside. She grabbed Deku's hand as amber and black glared daggers at Bakugo and his friends.

"You don't have to apologize to these bullies! Deku, you did nothing wrong. Come on, let's get out of here!"

"N-no! Kurumi, I-I don't want to be kicked out. Kacchan is my friend!"

"I'm your friend now! So come on!"

"I won't kick you out, Deku." Two pairs of eyes jerked swiftly his way, one in surprise and another flickering with annoyance.

"Only if she joins us too." Bakugo grinned, his hands stretching out for her to take it. Maybe not the best first impression, but he would show her. Show her just how amazing of a person Katsuki Bakugo really was.

"Huh? No, I don't want to," Eyes narrowed, she scowled at Bakugo, but Bakugo felt no anger from that. Strangely, he thought the expression on her face looked kind of cute.

"Oh please, Kurumi! I don't want to get kicked out!"

He could already see the gears turning in her head as she hesitated, eyeing his hand warily. Oh come on! It wasn't as if Bakugo was going to bite her or something.

"Please, please, please!" Green, watery eyes pleaded at the black haired girl and that seemed to become the deciding factor as her expression relaxed, morphing into an exasperated smile as she relented with a sigh.

"Fine… Fine!" She caught Bakugo's hand in a vice like grip, her intense stare lighting a fire in the pit of Bakugo's stomach. "My name is Kurumi Aizawa."

Well, well. It seemed he had been wrong on one account. Deku could be useful sometimes. A wide smile split his lips as he returned her grip with a squeeze of his own.

"The name's Katsuki Bakugo. Welcome to the Bakugo Hero Agency!"

Everything was fine. Everything had been fine.

It had been a year ever since Kurumi joined what he liked to call the Bakugo Hero Agency. Everyone was his sidekick, while he had granted Deku with the honor of being the janitor of his office. And Kurumi was his hero partner.

"Forward, agents of the Bakugo Hero Agency!" As always Bakugo was leading his group, all of them shuffling into an obedient line behind back.

His friends behind him cheered and he could hear Deku squeak as well at the very rear of his line. He had made sure Deku would be the last in line for a reason.

His back straightened, chest puffing up as he sneaked a glance at the girl behind him, only second in line. His partner and closest associate as he liked to think. Eyebrows creased a little when he found her bored expression and he huffed as he continued his little march through the woods.

"Forward, agents of the Bakugo Hero Agency!" He cried once more and the others chanted after him. He could hear Deku squeaking it in his shrill voice before he messed up his lines, tongue tied in his typical Deku way. That's Deku for ya, Bakugo thought with mirth. He attempted to share a grin with Kurumi, but all he got were raised eyebrows and he quickly looked away. He tried to ignore the pang of disappointment. Didn't she find that funny?

"Don't worry! Just follow me!" He should show her his dependable side, he decided. He could already imagine her being impressed with him, clinging to his arm..

"Bakugo! You are so brave!" she would say and Bakugo grinned at the thought.

Clambering onto the log that acted as a makeshift bridge over the gentle river that flowed below, Bakugo marched forward enthusiastically. He risked a glance back and saw that the others were beginning to follow him and at the very front, Kurumi's eyes met his. And she smiled.

Bakugo had stared a little too long at that and it wasn't before Bakugo's feet found only empty air that he realized with a jolt. His stomach dropped and down into the river he fell.

"Kachaan!" Deku's voice rang loudest, his worry apparent, while Kurumi burst out in a fit of giggles

"Bakago, that was hilarious!"

"Don't worry!"

"He's totally fine because Bakugo is strong!"

His friends crowded around at the spot where the spiky haired boy had fallen, gazing expectantly down the clear surface, waiting for their leader to come up.

Bakugo could hear the ringing laughter of Kurumi and he wished he could bury his face into the ground as a blush bloomed on his cheeks.

Hell, that was embarrassing! He tried to play it off as if it was nothing. Because cool guys were always nonchalant. He pushed himself up, trying to put on a confident grin on his face as he gave a thumbs up to his friends.

And then-

"Kacchan, are you ok? Can you stand?"

His red eyes twitched as Deku reached out a helping hand. From the corner of his eyes, he could see her, looking at them warmly as a small smile graced her lips. No, not them. Him. Black and amber gazed ever so fondly down at the boy that stood over Bakugo…

A growl left Katsuki's lips as he stood up, slapping Izuku's hand away. Of all the things, he had been seen on the ground while Deku was standing over him!

Just who did Deku think he was?

A green haired boy gazed in true concern at the subject of his admiration. Red eyes stared up above at the curtain of black hair and mismatched eyes, black and amber looked only at tousled green.

And Katsuki Bakugo frowned.

Three middle-schoolers talked and laughed as they picked their way through an empty alleyway. Well, two talked while one stalked forward, shoulders hunched and eyes narrowed.

"Hey, Katsuki. Aren't you and Midoriya childhood friends?"

"You went a little too overboard today."

"Why do you hate him so much?"

"I… I…"

Brief and distant. A distant image of warm amber and a deep, deep black flashed at the back of his mind and he growled.

The cup he had been drinking from exploded upwards in a fiery plume of orange and he threw the trash away as he kicked a plastic bottle irritably into a nearby pole.

"He's the one getting in my way! He's an idiot dreaming like a kid. Watching him makes me pissed off!"

His two friends shook their heads in exasperation and one of them, Itoru suggested.

"So wanna go to the arcade we found yesterday?"

"Count me in. You coming or what, Bakugo?" the other one, Satoshi said.

Bakugo muttered an approval as he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his pants. His eyebrows rose.

His friends were suddenly frozen stiff and Itoru's fingers elongated, pointing at something behind his back.

"Hey, look.."

His head jerked back and he saw green, so much green.

"An invisibility cloak with a great quirk!"

For Bakugo's entire life, eyes with admiration had followed him around, clinging to his form wherever he went. He had loved it, almost lived for the attention before he met her.

Black hair that tumbled behind her back, her bangs combed neatly to one side, while a few rebellious strands swayed playfully on her face. Pale skin, small nose and very, very pretty eyes. Look at me. His red eyes had commanded. Look at me and me only. Silent words that hung, vibrating in the air with a weight of its own. Always present, at the tip of his tongue, but never trully heard.

She never once looked his way.

Why? He thought hazily through the smoke and chaos.

Why, why, why did her eyes reflect only green? That familiar feeling of inferiority welled in his heart. Pride crushed it all down and Katsuki Bakugo retaliated in the only way he knew how.

What did Deku have that he didn't? He had everything and more. Deku was just Deku. So why?

A fierce roar split the air as his explosions engulfed that color of disgusting tea green. Disgusting, disgusting, disgusting!

"YOU FUCKING TRASH!"

Explosions, more explosions shook around him, ears ringing and heat searing and the low growl only purred into his ear with pleasure.

"Just a little more…" it whispered.

Useless, useless! Why weren't the heroes doing shit? He choked on disgusting muck, windpipe constricting and he howled again, fighting against the slime-like villain. Explosions raked through his every pore. He refused to be done in by some sewage!

But he was nearing his limits, the green muck-like villain relentless, as he slowly but surely engulfed Bakugo in his wet grip.

Katsuki Bakugo had never felt fear his entire life. But as the slime slowly began to wriggle into his nose and mouth, there was that one second when his confidence wavered. At this moment, in that one instance where uncertainty clouded his pride, his eyes betrayed him.

"Kacchan!"

Hands scrabbled at the sickly fluids that was his prison and the hold on his mouth weakened. Bakugo's lungs were grateful for the air as they swelled, bursting, panting… And he gasped, unbelieving at the boy in front of him.

"What the fuck are you doing, Deku?"

"You, you looked like you were asking for help," Eyes filled with fear and unshed tears looked into his wide, red eyes. He was a nerd, he was such a nerd and yet…. A voice, an echo from the past whispered, flashes of amber on that one rainy day.

"Hey, Bakago. Deku can become a hero."

He bit his lips.

The slime-like villain reared its ugly limbs, the heroes yelled in horror and Izuku Midoriya closed his eyes. All Might threw a mighty punch with a deafening roar that split the sky and green goo exploded upwards from the sheer force. Chaos reigned.

Smoke cleared, the clamors died down and Katsuki Bakugo lay on his back. Cloud began to swirl in the grey sky above and it began to rain, little droplets that pelted his face, mingling with tears of frustration and something more. It reminded him painfully of that rainy day two years ago when a black haired girl had left his life forever.

Rain poured in tumults, beating mercilessly against the ground, the sand only being able to soak up so much before puddles began to form on the park grounds. Feet splashed in those little pools of water, the surface rippling and distorting as Katsuki Bakugo skidded to a halt. His usual spiky, blond hair had been beaten into submission, sticking to his face as wave after wave of rain poured down, down, down..

And then he saw them.

He had never seen them like this before. Kurumi and Izuku. He only saw, could not hear, his ears deafened by the wailing of the wind and rain. Deku's usually relaxed face was crunched up in a scowl and Kurumi was on her knees on the ground, long hair plastered to her face. She said something and he couldn't see well, but he saw Deku's fists clench.

Bakugo growled, "Oh no, you don't."

He was running, his own fists clenched, prepared to beat the little shit, Deku into the ground when..

Long black hair flowed with life of its own, twisting, turning and curling upwards as Kurumi stumbled to her feet. And then there was light.

An amber eye burned with fire, so much fire as it shined in all the hues of the rising Sun.

And Bakugo stumbled to a halt as Deku was flung back from her by an invisible force. A stunned silence as the world seemed to hold a breath of its own, a heartbeat passed and then.

Deku ran. And only Bakugo and Kurumi remained in that desolate, dark park.

Trembling, she was trembling. And Bakugo wasn't sure if it was from the cold or the tears that discreetly mixed with the rain as they cascaded down her cheeks.

His heart missed a beat as glowing amber found his form and then, her floating hair fell like curtains around her, her knees giving away as she stumbled.

It was like a spell had been broken, and Bakugo caught her as he gently lowered her onto the wet ground.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid." He scowled as he felt her shiver and he tore his jacket off, wrapping her securely in it. Her hands were cold to the touch, her pale face clammy, tinged with a sickly green and her amber eye continued to pulsate with light as it flickered in his face. Bakugo pushed her long hair to the side and Kurumi blinked blearily, one black eye gazing weakly up at him as she smiled softly.

He didn't like the look on her. She looked so utterly defeated and haggard, the usual sharpness and exuberance no where to be found. He shivered involuntarily as he cradled her in his arms and she twitched in his strong grip, her amber eye pulsating erratically.

"What's wrong, Bakago?" she hiccupped, "You don't look too good."

"That's my line. Suddenly, I get this call from Deku saying something about you and accidents. And shit, I thought something happened to you in all this rain and.."

Kurumi giggled weakly and drawled, "Stupiiiid."

"Shut up," Bakugo grumbled as he brought her trembling form closer to his chest and the black haired girl laughed weakly as she melted into his embrace.

"Let's just get out of the rain first," he said.

"No. Stay. Stay like this for a while, please."

Red eyes blinked, "Ok."

"Hey Bakago?" She croaked.

"Hmmm?"

"Thank you."

Red eyes widened before they softened, and Bakugo chuckled, "That's the first time you've ever thanked me."

"You're not so bad when you don't have your hot head."

"Is that a compliment?"

"Maybe."

"What did that nerd, Deku do to you? You're acting weird," the blond haired boy muttered, his red eyes flashing with intent as he gazed down at her, "What happened?"

She laughed softly. But it was a laughter tinged with so much sorrow that all humor was lost in the wind and he stared as Kurumi began to cry again.

Bakugo panicked, "Hey, come on, Aizawa. About time you ditched the loser. Forget Deku. And just…"

'Come to me…' Silent words that never made it out of his mouth. They hung in the balance, precariously, teetering at the edge and Bakugo was grappled with uncertainty as his grip tightened around the young girl.

"How many times do I have to tell you, Bakago? Don't hate on Deku. He didn't do anything wrong."

"Even now you're defending him?" he muttered bitterly.

Every time a fight broke out and every time Deku was involved, Kurumi Aizawa had never hesitated to take the green haired boy's side. And every time she did, it felt like a punch in the guts for Bakugo. And even this time it seemed, it was no exception.

"Then, what happened?" he ground out.

Kurumi struggled from his tight grip and he relinquished it, his heart doing a little somersault as he realized their proximity and his face instantly morphed into a scowl, hiding his embarrassment well behind it.

"Hey, Bakago." She stood up and Bakugo mirrored her, hovering uncertainly over her lest she fell again. One hand came to tightly grip his arm and amber glowed bright in the dark as it burned in Bakugo's red.

"Take care of Deku, ok?"

Anger and jealousy roared through his veins and he clenched his fists as he bit his lip hard.

"Deku this, Deku that. You're starting to get on my nerves. What the fuck is so great about the damn loser anyway?" he hissed through clenched teeth.

"Because he's going to become the greatest hero."

Bakugo blinked. A split second as the world around him seemed to screech to a halt and then he arched his back, facing upwards as he howled madly into the wind. Tears sprang up as the blond haired boy laughed, laughed like he had never done before. Deku, the greatest hero? Did she bonk her head somewhere? His shoulders trembled as his laughter tapered out to giggles and then he stopped abruptly.

Her strange amber eye glowed in the night with power and intent, and there was a seriousness to it that betrayed nothing but certainty.

"You… are you serious?" Red eyes widened, his mirth just a few seconds ago evaporating as he snarled, "That piece of shit Deku doesn't even have a quirk! What makes you think he can go pro, let alone the greatest?"

Bakugo flexed his muscles, a bang echoing loudly even through the tumult of rain as an eruption of heat lit up in his palm, the sudden burst of light throwing Kurumi's features into sharp relief.

"If anyone's going pro, that's going to be me, Aizawa! And if I go pro, there's just no fucking way Deku could beat me!"

Kurumi laughed, a weak, dry wheeze that scraped through her throat and one hand came up to touch his cheek, a cold, gentle, carressing touch. And Bakugo's breath hitched, chills cutting deeply into his skin.

"I'm sorry, Bakago. But Deku will become the greatest hero."

Anger, pain and so much jealousy. They had been friends for so long. It had been off to a rocky start, but it wasn't long before Kurumi Aizawa had warmed up to him. And with time, if he continuously showed her his amazing sides, he had always thought then, maybe she could see him in a new light.

A dry laugh left him and he felt so, so hollow. Everything he did, everything he tried over the years had been futile. Bitterness rose, rearing its ugly fangs and he roared.

"What the fuck do you know about me? It's always Deku Deku Deku Deku! What the fuck does he have that I don't?"

"I'm sorry, Bakago."

"You don't know shit about me. You're not even interested! I'll show you, Aizawa! I'll prove it to you and become the greatest hero of all time! And maybe then, you'll see Deku for the piece of shit he really is."

"Maybe…" she sighed, empty eyes gazing up at the stormy sky ahead.

And Bakugo's eyes twitched. Maybe? It wasn't a maybe! Anyone with two eyes could see the inevitable outcome! It was going to be him, not Deku! There was no competition! It was already fate set in stone if he so decided!

"What makes you so sure? He's going to become the greatest hero? He's a fucking pebble on the side of the road! Don't fucking joke around with me. Are you mocking me?"

There was so much hatred, hatred and jealousy that it couldn't be stopped. Not when he had these emotions for so many years.

And her amber eye continued to glow eerily through the dark, as if it were looking through him, piercing him, scrutinizing him like an x-ray…

Red eyes narrowed at the pulsating light, as sudden curiosity hit him, "Hey, what is your quirk, Aizawa? After all the time we spent together, you never told me."

Kurumi winced as her hand cusped her eye weakly and she shuddered, "I think I have to go, "

And she stumbled warily away. He didn't stop her. Maybe he should have or escorted her back home. Maybe he should have asked more persistently about what had transpired on that rainy, rainy day.

But Bakugo watched her go every step of the way. And as darkness slowly crept over her, as she shuffled into the night, Katsuki Bakugo made a vow.

"I'm going to be the greatest hero, you hear me? You just watch, Aizawa! I am Katsuki Bakugo! And it's going to be the name of the number one hero! I'll show you!"

"Good bye, Bakugo." A small ball of amber flickered weakly between the thick curtains of darkness; it blinked and then it was gone. And only Bakugo was left in the desolate park. Small raindrops splashed onto his head as the worst of the storm passed.

That was the first time, he thought idly. The first time she said his name correctly.

"I'll, see you tomorrow, Aizawa! Tomorrow, you're going to tell me everything! What happened here and what your quirk is! You hear?"

The words hung in the air, unheard, never reaching her and with nowhere else to go. The wind swept it up to the cold, grey sky above and Katsuki Bakugo never saw her again.

Hi guys. Wow, you stuck with me until the very end! This was a chapter that sort of blew out of proprtions and even then, I had to cut out a lot of stuff because it was getting messy and going all over the place. So Bakugo was a character that I never really liked or hated at first, but he's someone who grew on me as I fell more and more in love with the anime. Since Bakugo isn't the kind of character who you can talk to for a second and BAM, get all chummy, I've decided to take things slow. I tried at first to cram their entire story in one chapter, but gave up halfway through.

So I decided that it was better to show their history and relationship in a series of flashbacks that I intend to sprinkle throughout the story.

This chapter was shown through Bakugo's eyes and for Bakugo, the whole sludge incident and All Might arriving was probably a confusing, chaotic jumble of events. So naturally All Might took the backseat here, not to mention the sentimental meaning behind the entire incident. I don't really like copy/pasting scenes from the anime into the story so take this as my attempt at keeping those to a minimum.

So...Did I get the pacing right? Did I portray Bakugo the right way? Should I be more descriptive? Was it enjoyable? I really, sincerely, from the bottom of my heart enjoy your reviews, so thank you guys soso much. Thank you again for reading! Please feel free to point out any problems you have with the story so I can improve on that and write a better story overall. See you again!