Kacchan's mind is reeling as he's trying to understand the situation. The back of his neck stings and when he reaches out to touch it's hot and wet. He looks at his hand and sees it's covered in small patches of blood. Kacchan huffs. The fucking nerd really went all out this time.

Kacchan gets to his feet and goes to the bathroom to clean up. He expected Izuku to hurt him, but to dazzle him like that? He never would've thought he was capable of messing with his head that much.

When Kacchan finishes cleaning up he heads back to the living room, sitting himself down on the couch while the green haired teen bustles about the apartment, suddenly looking a lot more steady on his feet now he got the revenge he wanted.

Kacchan doesn't try to hide the excitement he got from that kiss. It's no use anyways, Izuku can feel it soaring through his body. Kacchan decides not to give Izuku the satisfaction of overwhelming him like that and moves on to a completely different topic. 'So, what did you do on that pc?'

Izuku turns around with a villainous smirk on his face. 'Threatening the government.'

He says it so casually it sounds like an everyday task for him, but it's not. Kacchan thinks it's best to not delve deeper into the territory of doubting Izuku, considering the punishment he received the last time he did that and how the villainous boy lost his temper.

'What are you we going to do next?' Kacchan asks instead.

Izuku looks up in surprise. 'We?' he asks.

Kacchan only now realizes he's grouped himself in with the villains. He isn't happy about his own change of behavior, but right now, it can't be helped. The innocent looking nerd has a hold of his emotions, paving himself a path towards his head and heart, pulling on the strings to make him dance to his own desires.

Even though Kacchan hasn't felt that weird feeling in his chest for a while now, he's convinced Izuku is playing with him and that none of these feelings are his own, just like back when they were kids.

'We,' Izuku starts, putting extra emphasis on the word and making Kacchan feel uncomfortable, 'will continue our plan. Just this attack wasn't enough. We have to strike harder, where it hurts. Only then we will get their attention and achieve our goal.'

Kacchan rolls his eyes. It isn't their goal, it's his. Still, to avoid any further incidents with the unstable teen, he continues.

'And how do.. we… do that.'

Izuku raises his hand to his chin, seemingly lost in thought. 'I was thinking,' he mutters, 'about hosting a second attack, but this time a little more… violent.'

Kacchan turns to argue but Izuku shushes him. 'No innocent bystanders will be hurt. Just some people that have it coming.' His villainous grin makes Kacchan uncomfortable. Who could possibly have any attack coming? The idea of hurting anyone besides villains doesn't sit well with Kacchan.

When Kacchan looks up Izuku is right in his face, a joyous glint in his eyes as he takes in the emotions of the explosive teen. Izuku reaches out and takes Kacchan's chin between his fingers, pulling him so close that Kacchan can feel Izuku's hot breath on his lips, the green haired boy taunting him for more.

'Trust me, you'll agree with me on this. Now come on.'

Izuku drops his hand back to his side and gets up towards the door leading outside, impatiently looking over his shoulder as Kacchan remains seated.

When Kacchan finally snaps back to his senses he gets to his feet and follows Izuku outside, still watching over the beaten up teen as he pretends to be completely fine, but Kacchan knows that he's not.

'Why are we in Camino?' Kacchan asks, feeling rather uncomfortable to be in the open in such a huge city where he can easily be spotted by Pro Heroes.

'I told you. We're planning a second attack, but this time, bigger. Let them really notice us.'

Kacchan doubts whether this is a good idea. This city is too big. The other town wasn't even half this big and that already left quite an impact. How does he even plan to execute an attack like this? And he wanted it to be more violent. Is he planning to actually fight this time? Not just talk after all… It worries Kacchan.

He walks behind Izuku who's keeping up a tough appearance, but he sees the boy struggling with drawing breaths due to his injuries. They wind through several streets while Kacchan keeps his head down. He doesn't care how much he wants to be found and taken back home, he's too afraid of what will happen if somebody finds him with Izuku by his side.

He brushes his hand over the back of his neck as he thinks about what Izuku considers punishment and prefers not to find out what the boy would do to people trying to take away his toy.

Kacchan also thinks about how he can't leave the teen's side. Izuku has proven over and over again that he isn't capable of taking care of himself, getting pushed over by Kacchan in an instant, not making plans in advance to try to achieve his goals, and besides his entire apartment was a mess. Kacchan feels like if he left his side, the boy would crash.

Despite everything he's done, he's still Kacchan's childhood friend. He hates Izuku for what he did to him. Manipulating him, breaking him, tearing him down piece by piece into obedience. And it worked. And for some reason, Kacchan has started to accept that fact.

When he looks at those slumped shoulders in front of him, that look of panic when Kacchan went to help him this morning, his limp body lying on the ground when Kacchan attacked him, it makes Kacchan feel weak inside.

Izuku glances over his shoulder at Kacchan who is emitting all kinds of emotions he can't quite place. When he sees the vacant look on the blondes face he decides to ignore it and keep moving towards the end goal. When he rounds another corner he can see the entrance to the building he's been looking for. The hideout of the League of Villains.

He holds out his hand and puts it on Kacchan's chest to make him stop moving.

'See that building over there?' Izuku says, pointing at the run down sign of a closed down bar.

'Yeah, what about it?' Kacchan gnarls.

'That's where we're heading.'

'Are you ever gonna tell me what we're doing?'

'We're raiding the League of Villains.'

There it is again. That casual tone of voice. Like every normal person would think of such a thing. It makes Kacchan's stomach twist and his blood boil. 'Are you fucking insane?' he hisses, trying to keep his voice down but failing miserably.

Izuku looks back at him with amusement. He started to miss the defiant Kacchan, though he would never admit it.

'Consider this,' Izuku starts, putting on a tone of voice as if he's lecturing again, but it makes him sound more reasonable than he truly is. 'If we take down the League of Villains, the government will at least know we're not siding with them. Right now they see us as villains…'

'We are,' Kacchan mutters under his breath, not loud enough for Izuku to hear.

'..and that's why they won't negotiate with us. But, if we show them that we don't affiliate with them, they'll be more open to reason.'

Kacchan doesn't believe a single word from that. The government isn't that stupid. Izuku narrows his eyes as Kacchan's feelings flow into his body.

'You're doubting me.'

Kacchan huffs. 'Do you even hear what you're saying? Prove them that we're not villains by doing villainous things? You're out of your mind.'

'It's the only way.'

'Your entire goal is unachievable, have you ever even fucking thought about that!? You might not be Quirkless anymore, have never been, but that doesn't matter! Your Quirk is still fucking useless. You want to barge into the hideout of the League of Villains with two fifteen-year-olds with one half-assed Quirk and one that would only damage you as well? You never think! You never have!'

Kacchan expects him to become angry. He expects to start feeling weird in his chest, to be manipulated again, into believing Izuku's goals are achievable when they're not. The weird feeling in his chest does appear, but it isn't manipulating him.

When he looks at Izuku, he sees the frown on his face, but it's not real. The hurt in his eyes is. Kacchan feels bad. Miserable. He has hurt his childhood friend again, and this time it was completely his own doing.

'Why did you ever think this was going to fucking work? Breaking me? Making me obey to you?'

'I trusted you,' he snarls.

Those words take Kacchan by surprise.

'I stopped manipulating you days ago. I thought you started believing in me, like you never did. I thought having a Quirk would change your mind about me being a Deku. You stopped calling me that. I thought it worked. I thought telling you everything would make you trust me too. Make you actually think of me as a friend. Guess I was wrong.'

His behavior has taken a complete 360 and Kacchan doesn't know what to say. For the first time in his life when Izuku is feeling bad, making others feel bad with him as well, he doesn't feel good. The pain in Kacchan's eyes hurts him even more. Kacchan reaches out for him but he steps back.

'Don't touch me,' Izuku hisses. He doesn't want any of this. He placed all of his trust in the angry teen. He was wary after Kacchan attacked him, but after he started talking about "we", he was sure Kacchan believed in his ideals as well.

Kacchan just stands there, staring, seeing the teen struggle with himself. He isn't sure when Izuku has ever shown him trust. Kacchan is afraid that yelling at the teen made him snap, letting all of his emotions flood out and not making any sense anymore.

'Go away,' Izuku says through gritted teeth.

Kacchan doesn't know what to do.

'I said go away!' Izuku yells, louder. 'I'll handle this myself! If you don't want to be here, then go!'

He shoves Kacchan backwards, who instantly lifts up his hands in defense.

Izuku turns around, ready to charge into the hideout on his own, when Kacchan grabs his wrist.

'What the hell are you doing?' Izuku shouts at him.

'You're not doing that, you asshole!' Kacchan says as he tries to pull him away. It's a stalemate situation. Neither of them are in their right mind thanks to Izuku's Quirk, and with the panicked state the green haired boy is in, it's only getting worse for both of them.

'Let me go!' Izuku screams.

'No!' Kacchan yells back. He can feel that Izuku isn't in his right mind to execute such a plan right now. He'd just get himself killed. Kacchan won't allow it. To any outsider, it'd look like a lover's quarrel. Two boys, struggling, both of their faces red with anger and pain, screaming at each other, only to be awakened from their own world when a different voice speaks up, turning away both of their attention, facing them with a way bigger problem.

'Katsuki?'