Katsuki, much against his will was put on trash duty during lunch as part of punishment for his scuffle with Deku. Begrudgingly, he donned yellow rubber gloves, a net over his spikey blonde hair, and he held a broom and dustpan in hand.
He went across the cafeteria, cleaning up after students who were too stupid to clean up after themselves. Some of the people that disliked Katsuki left out more trash than usual as a sign of disrespect. As much as he wanted to retaliate, he knew that he would just get in more trouble. And before he'd know it, his chances of getting into UA would be impossible.
So how was he supposed to fight Deku, anyways? If he did it at school, they'd be bound to get caught eventually because of the ruckess. Same for anywhere in public. Perhaps they could go into a reserved area like the woods near the city outskirts, but then who would be able to attend other than him and Deku? Questions plagued his admittedly anxious mind as he continued his trash cleaning escapade.
Amidst the trial of his sanity and patience, an ear piercing scream permeated through the air. Katsuki, naturally looked over at the sound, his eyes immediately being met with a large pink miasma which slowly rotated on an axis and got bigger with every rotation, consuming the unsuspecting in its mass. Upon further inspection, a few students laid out unconsious on the floor within the fuchsia haze.
Other students backed away, either recording or evacuating the premises as soon as possible. Katsuki knew that whatever was in the epicenter of the miasma needed to be stopped, and that he was one of the only few people in the school that could tackle such a threat. As the clouds of pass gass spiraled towards Katsuki's direction, he covered his mouth and nose with one hand, dropping his supplies and venturing into the unknown.
It was dead silent, the only sounds being the subtle echoes of Katsuki's shoes clacking against the tile, and the faint screaming from those who had already escaped. Some of the dumber, more reckless students stood by, filming the entire event unravel before them, anticipating something that could go viral online.
Katsuki's eyes widened as he stumbled across two glowing red orbs in the distance, framed by a dark and hard to read silhouette. One thing was clear, though... Whoever, or whatever that was, had to be the cause of the disaster. As news broke out schoolwide, an announcement was made over the intercom, warning the students to return to their classes until further notice.
The blonde boy took this all upon himself to handle, sparks cracking and popping in his single gloved palm as he braced himself to knock the perpetrator out in one, swift blow. His stance widened and he moved in, unable to propel himself like he usually would in a fight. As he drew closer, he could see his target with more clarity, identifying the large, green gas mask fashioned unceremoniously over their head. He wore a male gakuran styled outfit, and had no back pack on.
Katsuki wondered if this was a planned attack by the boy, or if someone had set him off. Either way, he had to deal with this, and fast. He swung his arm as hard and as fast as he could, launching an explosion that generated a massive gust of wind, with the gas flaring out in all directions, only propogating further and faster. Katsuki mentally cursed himself, full aware that those dumb ass boys were still there and filming, and that it was his responsibility to keep them safe.
As the black smoke faded, Katsuki's eyes widened, darting around rapidly in order to find the perpetrator. He looked behind him, freezing in his tracks at what he had seen. His gaze peered into the barrel of a six shooter revolver, the cold steel somehow shining amidst the mist, puntuating its appearence more, and making it all the more threatening, on top of the fact that he held a seemingly lifeless mask over his head which hid his emotions and expression.
What the hell did this kid even want anyways? Why is he threatening Katsuki right now, and putting him and others at risk of losing their lives? Why? He wanted to ask questions but knew that he couldn't afford to waste his precious breath, unless he wanted to fall victim to the fuchsia miasma that surrounded the two, encapsulating them like an arena of sorts. Though Katsuki, despite his power, was at a huge disadvantage.
Even then, he fought against the odds as he dared the kid to fire, ducking swiftly to the ground. To his surprise, the kid actually fired. The loud popping sound echoed through the artificial arena, elliciting a few nervous and shrill shrieks from the spectators nearby. Katsuki resisted against warning them, as he flung another explosion the perpetrator's direction. This time... It connected, elliciting a grunt as he fell back, as a thud reverberated around the two upon his mask hitting the tile.
"You soy fuck... You trying to be a hero or something?? You know how much I would love to have that fucking glory?!"
The boy suddenly spoke up, yelling in a fit of sudden rage. His voice was slightly muffled from the mask, but Katsuki could hear him. So... was this about jealousy then? The blonde teen stared ahead, listening to the boy speak as a sudden burning feeling brewed in his lungs. Shit... He needed oxygen, soon.
"I'd kill to have such a conventional quirk, y'know!? I would kill to live up to my original name but no! Im a fucking reject! A poison to my family and everyone around me!"
The boy screamed, his voice cracking with passion. Katsuki gritted his teeth and uncovered his mouth, as he prepared for a decisive blow to shut the villain's plans down for good. With both hands now available, he released an explosion to propel his body faster towards the boy, who fired a shot but missed. At least he wasn't too good with a gun...
As Katsuki closed the distance, he let the power inside him well up akin to that of a river pounding against a dam, on the brink of release. He imagined the flood gates burst open and came an explosion of immense power which sent the boy flying over a table, his mask and gun flying off in different directions
As the boy now lay there unconsious, the miasma slowly started to fade and the air became safe to breathe. Naturally, Katsuki took the deepest breath and exhale of his life, not realizing how much vision he had lost while holding his breath for so long. Once he fully recovered, he approached the unconsious body in order to identify it.
Short, fluffy brown hair framed his round and pale face, his presumably brown eyes were shut as he had fallen unconsious from the impact of the blow dealt to him. His gakuran styled uniform was torn to shreds pretty much, as smoke wafted off of his small frame. Shit, did Katsuki overdo it? He checked the boy's pulse and let out the second biggest exhale of his life as relief surged through his veins. The pulse was faint, but it was there. It's just a matter of when or if he will wake up.
He couldn't worry about that for too long, though as his attention shifted towards the unconsious bodies all sprawled across the cafeteria, as well as the boys who still filmed from their phones. Katsuki shot a bloodlusted glare at the two dumbasses who fled the scene, going out the back exit and outside. In turn, a slew of faculty, police, and nurses flooded into the room, the one left conscious being Katsuki himself.
The nurses tended to the unconsious bodies, some faculty identifying said bodies and notifying the detective. The detective then approached Katsuki who was the sole witness to the entire happening.
"These bodies are unconsious but not due to blunt force trama, or bleeding. They're poisoned. You wouldn't happen to have anything to do with this, would you? Also, What is your name?"
The detective asked, a tall old geezer in a trench coat, his thin strands of snowy white hair slicked back underneathe a gray golf cap. His skin almost looked dead and decayed, being pale in complextion and giving off a very fragile look. It almost seemed to be made of parchment paper or something. Still, something about the man, maybe his past experiences or just his overall aura gave off the idea of formidability and the fact that you just shouldn't mess with this man.
"Name's Bakugo Katsuki."
Katsuki started, the old detective jotting down what he would assume is his name, amongst other things like his appearence. Though, he began to flip through the pages rapidly, writing on all of them. In what seemed to be mere seconds, the old man then flashed his notebook to Katsuki, who's eyes widened in shock. It was a pen sketched flipbook animation that went movement for movement in Katsuki's perspective when fighting the villain. Was this some sorta mind reading quirk?! Creepy!
"You took the villain out on your own. Very impressive I must say, but I don't exactly know how that would fare to the cops... After all, you used your quirk without a legal license. But who am I to say, eh? It seemed to be out of self defence anyways because of the gun the perpetrator held."
The detective spoke, landing on a page that detailed the six shooter revolver in the villain's hand in striking detail. Shading and all. Holy hell.
"Yeah... and the cops are already bagging it for evidence it seems. Same for the gas mask so I should be clear."
Katsuki responded, the old man somehow flashing the most warm, and lively smile that even permeated Katsuki's heart. Just who the hell was this fucking guy?! So... intimidating, impressive, and talented, yet still having such a kind soul and smile. This guy was the embodiment of perfection.
"Well, youngin, I will leave you to rest and the sort. I have all that I need. I hope to see a promising boy like yourself with a fine profession."
The old man said. Before Katsuki could even ask for his name, he was gone and showing his little flipbook to the cops who stared in awe like it was their first time seeing something like that, even though they had... Hundereds of times to that point. That old geezer really is amazing.
The weekend had come to a conclusion and therefore initiating the end of Izuku's three day suspension. The boy eagerly walked the halls in hopes to find Doku, but he was nowhere to be found, no matter how hard he searched. The green haired boy shrugged it off, though, assuming he probably got sick or something.
On his trip to his homeroom, an unfamiliar boy approached him with a phone in his hand. Naturally, Izuku didn't give this boy an ounce of trust, but listened to what he had to say regardless.
"Hey um- I know you're like friends with that weird brown haired kid. Or at least talked to him. I just thought that since you weren't here on Friday, and would wanna know where he is then..."
The video played, and he watched as a skinny small boy with a gas mask got sent flying over a table with what seemed to be an explosion. Izuku tilted his head, squinting slightly as his suspicion aroused. Was that pink smoke Doku's quirk? Why are there so many bodies on the floor? Is that a gun?
More importantly... is that Kacchan? What the hell was going on? Izuku, without response dashed down the halls in pursuit for the blonde haired boy in order to get answers. It didn't take long to find him and his goons perusing through the halls like they owned the place. Like nothing happened.
"Hey. Kacchan."
Izuku asked out loud, his tone firm and his body language poised and direct, ready for whatever may come next out of even talking to him. Kacchan turned around, already recognizing the voice and scowling.
"What do you want Deku?"
Kacchan asked, his voice oddly calm amidst the ensuing drama. Izuku stared into the firey, sharp crimson eyes that peered at him with unforgiving intensity, akin to a bomb about to go off. Though... That was his usual expression.
"Answers. About what went down with you and Doku... The kid you blasted over a table at full force."
Izuku demanded, facing the stronger boy without an ounce of fear in his veins. Kacchan's expression only scrunched up more in response to Izuku's tone, and the questions he asked.
"He had a damn gun, Deku. He was hurting people and putting lives at risk. I had to take him down by any means nessacery."
Kacchan retorted, his voice taking a restrained tone. Was he by chance holding back? Izuku wondered why but didn't bother to ask, instead further pushing the issue at hand.
"So you blasted him over a table? He's barely a hundred pounds wet, that could've killed him for all you know-"
Izuku fretted, finding himself oddly passionate in the midst of defending someone he cared about. Kacchan bawled his fists in restrained anger and snarled.
"You fucking numbskull- It was either that psychopathic little shit or people with an actual future!"
Anger swelled up within Izuku as Kacchan insulted Doku, but he managed to keep himself composed for now. He wanted to yell, and attack the blonde boy, but he resisted.
"That psychopathic little shit you're talking about is my friend. I don't see why the hell he'd do something like that. Someone like him couldn't hurt a fly if he wanted to."
Izuku retorted, and Kacchan shot back, a few students rearing their heads, secretly hoping amongst themselves that a fight would break out. To antagonize the situation, students ooo'd and ahh'd in response to every retort either of the two fired, paired with adlibs of some sort. Though, amidst the personal confrontation between him and Kacchan, Izuku couldn't hear those kids and they became white noise, only accentuating the boy in front of him even more.
"I don't know either... I don't know that kid, you do. All I heard from him was that he'd kill to be a hero and to have a conventional power... or some crap. I dunno. But he's arrested now so don't go thinking you can save him."
Kacchan uttered out, settling the debate for good. The blonde boy scoffed and turned around before beginning to stomp off into the distance, but was stopped by one of the boys in the crowd.
"Hey! Remember your agreement? You're gonna fight Deku, right?"
The student blurted out, and Kacchan shoved him out of the way. The sudden remark struck Izuku as he had heard nothing about fighting Kacchan. At one point in their conversation, his anger had welled up to the point where he wanted to punch him, but it had faded for now. He had zero malicious intent towards Kacchan, and he wondered what this was all about. So he asked.
"Me and you? Fight? Agreement? What's this about?"
Izuku interrogated the blonde boy who had stopped dead in his tracks, looking over his shoulder and back at the green haired boy. The look in his eyes was somewhat hard to read on initial glance. There was a hint of desire to fight, but also a sense of restraint in his every action like he was trying to lay low or something.
"I agreed to fight you. Dunno where or when. But I need to put you in your place. Quirkless Deku..."
Kacchan simply answered, before turning back around and beginning to walk off once more. Izuku should've figured that something like this would unfold... After everything that has transpired. It was only natural that they would come to blows. Izuku faced the challenge proudly, despite the seeming disparity in their power.
"Alright then. How about on Friday, on top of the roof after school. When no teachers are around..."
Kacchan stopped in his tracks once more.
"The students want more crap to post on their blogs. That's why they're doing all of this and making us fight. So how do you suspect we fight on the roof with a sea of students trying to record?"
Kacchan then asked, Izuku had his own question, though.
"First off... Why do you care about them recording anyways?"
Izuku uttered out. Kacchan didn't bother to turn around anymore, his back facing Izuku who stood straight, facing the boy down no matter what.
"Cause if I back down from a fight, especially with you... Then I can never become a hero with any sense of dignity. I mean, who knows for how long I'll be known as that really powerful guy who wimped out against a quirkless nerd, right? I'm just doing this to seccure my spot as the strongest in the school... Plus.. I think I should put you in your place anyways. Don't think I didn't see those videos of you fighting..."
Izuku let out a sigh and nodded. He didn't exactly agree with his first motive because like- Who the hell is gonna remember Kacchan's middle school life? No way something like that would stick to him through adulthood right?? He could understand him wanting to put Izuku in 'his place' since he had been acting pretty different as of late. Even he could admit.
"Fair enough fair enough."
Izuku uttered out with a dismissive wave, elliciting an annoyed growl from Kacchan.
"Well.. Why don't we bring just one person to record and they share it around, then? I don't care who it is, we just need someone."
Izuku then proposed, waving a hand above his head for emphasis. Many students amongst the crowd fought and argued with one another with who should record. From the storm of clout chasing students, ermerged a humble looking girl with short black hair and red rimmed glasses.
"Um... I'm an aspiring movie photographer. Name's Rika. Umm... Can I film you two? I can make it really dynamic and get some good shots!"
The girl suggested, a camera in hand and a tripod strapped to her backpack which seemed cumbersome... Still, the proposal interested Izuku and he nodded, a smile plastered on his freckled face.
"Of course! Do you plan on spreading it around as intended?"
Izuku asked with enthusiasm, more relieved than anything that finding a candidate wouldn't be as hard as he thought it would be. Rika smiled and winked.
"I don't mind spreading it around! It'll get me more notoriety anyways. But I'll put a watermark over the footage so people know I'm the one who is the source of the footage!~"
Rika sung with enthusiasm, seemingly overjoyed to put her film making expertise to the test. Her positive aura permeated the air, Kacchan seemed to reminisce on the fact for some reason. No way he was catching feelings for the girl!
"Well then, it's settled. Rika is the one who will record the fight. It will happen on the rooftop, and after school so nobody can interfere."
Izuku announced aloud, elliciting amped up cheers from the crowd.