Deku rolls over in his bed, suddenly bumping into something warm. He slowly opens his eyes to see that his face is only inches from Kacchan's. He quickly backs away, his heart pounding in his chest, as he observes the angry blonde calmly sleeping.

Memories from last night are slowly coming back to him. Kacchan was too exhausted and fell asleep in his bed. He had returned to his computer, absorbing him into his own work until he got too tired as well and went to bed, completely forgetting about the other boy being in there with him.

He places his hand over his chest where his heart is beating fast and his cheeks feel warm. He questions why he's feeling such things. He pulls his gaze away from the teen and swings his legs over the edge of the bed as he heads for the bathroom to take a shower himself.

Even though he's standing under the pouring water to clear his mind, his thoughts keep coming back to the image of Kacchan, peacefully sleeping, in his own bed. It has been years since he's seen such an innocent expression on his face and it makes him feel weird.

He walks back into the bedroom, rubbing his hair dry, when he feels someone staring at him. He looks back at Kacchan who's still lying down with his head on the pillow, but his eyes are open and trained on Deku. For some reason Deku feels ashamed and turns away from him.

'G-good morning,' he stutters.

What is wrong with him? Get a grip on yourself, damnit! You're supposed to be in control here. You are in control. Kacchan is completely molded to your desires. He coughs a little to clear his voice and make him sound stronger again. 'I'm gonna make breakfast,' he says as he takes off for the kitchen.

He starts to prepare breakfast as he hears rummaging in his room. He grits his teeth. He shouldn't let Kacchan stay alone in any of the rooms. He still isn't quite sure how malleable the boy has become and he doesn't want to take any risks. He has spent enough time getting to the point he is at now and he refuses to start over again.

He steals a glance over his shoulder as he sees Kacchan enter the living room and drop down onto the couch. He scoops the eggs onto a plate and walks over to the couch, putting the plate in front of Kacchan's face, surprising him. The angry boy takes it and practically shovels it in his mouth. He must've been extremely hungry after not eating for three days straight.

'So, how are you feeling now?' Deku asks as he puts his plate down and crosses his legs, leaning his head onto his hand, hoping to create an intimidating atmosphere as he stares at the blonde.

Kacchan huffs. 'Better than yesterday.' After having had a shower, water and some actual food Kacchan does feel a lot better. He's still angry about what the nerd has done to him and his mind still feels fractured, but he's putting up a façade to hide his insecurities, even though he knows Deku can still feel his emotions.

'What about helping me?' Deku asks, immediately pushing past the limits of normal conversation.

Kacchan perks up slightly and then lets his head hang as he realizes he's just giving him the response the nerd hoped for. 'Do I even have a choice?' he gnarls.

'Of course you do. That's why I asked,' Deku replies casually.

'And what if I refuse,' Kacchan hisses.

Deku looks over his shoulder back at the hook where Kacchan was suspended from. It makes Kacchan's heart skip a beat and the cold sweat break out on his forehead. Deku raises an eyebrow as he looks back at Kacchan.

'I guess that won't be necessary after all,' he says as he smiles. It makes Kacchan feel annoyed at how much Deku can control him.

Just a mere year ago he was the one who was in control over the teen. It just wasn't fair. Kacchan has fought so hard to get over his guilt of bullying Deku, being certain that he never hated the boy, that it wasn't his intention to hurt him, but yet he did for some wicked reason. Learning that it was all the boy's own fault only made him hurt more. It makes him feel powerless and hopeless. Deku looks at him questioningly. 'I really don't appreciate that glum aura you're emitting. Let's change that.'

Kacchan starts feeling weird in his chest again. His brain is releasing serotonins, trying to deceive him into feeling happy, but inside his mind he's screaming. 'Can you get to the fucking point?' he snaps, but it takes a lot of effort to respond so aggressively.

'Right,' Deku says as he leans back again, never faltering on his Quirk output. 'I tried meeting up with some of the Vigilantes a while ago, but they seemed utterly uninterested in my proposals, so we'll have to do this on our own.'

Kacchan doesn't like the sound of that. If the Vigilantes aren't even interested in not being chased by the law anymore, then why would anyone else care?

'I was thinking a terrorist attack or two,' Deku continues as he smiles maniacally at Kacchan.

Kacchan's eyes open wide in shock. Deku shoots him a disapproving look and the weird feeling in Kacchan's chest becomes stronger as the panic slowly subsides.

I really have to watch what I'm feeling, Kacchan thinks to himself, making a note to keep better control on himself.

'You can't launch a terrorist attack,' Kacchan says, sounding way softer and nicer than usual. It's getting on his nerves.

'Why not?' Deku questions.

'You will hurt innocent people.'

Deku shrugs. 'Sometimes sacrifices need to be made to progress.'

Kacchan sighs. It's a rare sight. 'Isn't that the exact opposite of what the Vigilantes do? They save the innocent that heroes can't. Putting them in danger is idiotic. They'll never support you for that.'

Deku turns to think about that for a while. He then leans forwards, his elbows on his knees as he smiles smugly at Kacchan. 'Then about how we fake one?'

Kacchan cocks his head to the side. Damn, this stupid nerd's Quirk! It makes him act completely out of character and it's bugging him.

'We announce a terrorist attack, anonymously. Set the demands, make them scramble for their lives, but not actually put anyone in danger. Realistically speaking, it should get them on their toes and, in the most positive scenario, abide to the demands.'

Kacchan looks at him with surprise. The fucker's actually pretty good at thinking. Deku – worthless – doesn't truly suit him anymore.

'And how do you plan to do that, Izuku?' Kacchan asks him. He can see the physical reaction on Izuku's body as Kacchan says his name. The weird feeling in his chest immediately disappears, making him in control of his own feelings again.

'W-wh-why did you c-call me t-that?' Izuku asks, his voice quivering. 'D.. don't call me that!' he says as he gets to his feet, his cheeks red and his breath sped up while trying to maintain an intimidating aura but failing horribly.

'I just thought that you weren't that worthless after all. Deku means worthless. You don't deserve that name anymore,' Kacchan says, analyzing the situation and deciding its best not to get more on Izuku's nerves right now.

Izuku seems taken aback by that answer. His breath is slowly slowing down as he turns away, obviously embarrassed by his own behavior. 'Get ready. We're going out,' he mutters, not looking at Kacchan.

'Where to.'

Izuku glances over his shoulder.

'We're going to get you some clothes.'