Chapter Two
When everybody had left, he had locked the front door and windows. Stood in the middle of his room and stared at his old bed, blankly. It had been years since he had last seen this bed. "Oh my, these memories," He hummed quietly as he stood as still as a pole. "Does one ever believe they will return to their home once they've left?" He asked the question to no one in particular but himself. But then he, himself didn't want the answer. He already knew it.
When the lights were off in the small house, it made him realize how much of a dark room it was. He turned his head and looked out the window. The moon was out, with a few clouds in the midnight sky. Stars weren't there, but he knew they were. Just because he can't see them, doesn't mean it's not there.
His mouth twitched. That's the mindset to have.
"I'm not done talking to you!"
"What has Katsuki Bakugo done to help anyone buy himself? He's just a selfish, petty, loser." When he got to his bedroom door, Izuku turned around and went towards the window, glaring at it as if somehow it was the window's fault.
"Aghh!" Izuku ruffled his hair in frustration to try and make some sort of answer that he knew Bakugo would want, but he couldn't think of one. How the hell is this going to go down? He didn't have that usual snarky anger in him until he was provoked but even then - he didn't go to fight him until he was provoked. I sit down on the edge of the bed and sigh.
What a nightmare to be back.
Specks of the universal solvent splashed at him as he drew his grasp away from the turned fossil. He ignored this and pulled his hand back from the fossil, continuing to squint at himself in the mirror and inspecting his pale face. The water continued to run as he started to run his fingertips gingerly over his left side jawline but stopped when he came to a scar.
He didn't allow such touch and his fingers froze in place right before the tearing, lingering as his eyes trained intensely on the mishap to cause the look on his skin. Trailing his eyes away from the mirror above the sink and towards the fuming water, he washed his hands and went out of the bathroom.
His mind was preoccupied with many things, but the one thing that stuck to him like a mouse trap on his tail was his mission. Now that All Might was found dead in the hospital, there was no number one hero as great as he was.
Now the world was depending on no one but themselves.
On the other hand, he had to pretend to be a U.A. teacher, class 1-A's trainer. The irony of ending up in the same class before was classic, despite his hatred for the school and Bakugo. But in the end, this might help with his mission.
Bakugo's Pov:
I looked into the mirror and saw the same Katsuki everyone had for my entire life. The aggressive, insomniac asshole who has nothing better to do than to focus on the negatives. After class - it had gotten around the city that Izuku - the boy who had supposedly died years ago - was back and alive, unhurt. The whole country knows about it, but I'm not surprised. However, it's still strange that Izuku shows up out of nowhere with this whole different personality! It didn't make any sense to me and I intend to find out until it does.
"Take a swan dive off the roof and hope for a quirk in your next life, Deku."
The hot words shuddered through my bones as if I were ice. Those had been the last words spoken to him before he disappeared and I never got to see him again for the past few years. Now that he's back, what happens?
Remembering the awful words, I tasted the sour coldness of our friendship. If you could even call it that. It tasted bitter like copper and it had me turn my gaze to the sunrise peeking into the room and walking forward. I went into the kitchen and sighed silently with relief when I felt the cold breeze hit my ankles.
Throwing my uniform on the counter, I turn towards the fridge door and grip it, opening it. The light made me squint my eyes. There was barely any food. "I get my paycheck today." I groaned. "I'll go grocery shopping today after school," I said to no one but myself in particular. Closing the door, I remember my backpack was back in the guest room.
Avoiding the corner walls, there was an honk outside. Fuck, they're here. I need my shoes. Bending down, I shuffled my shoes on properly and stood back up. My phone was still in the guest room. Groaning softly, I shuffled into the bedroom and rushed back out after grabbing it.
I stopped and looked over at the picture hanging over the fridge. It showed Izuku and I smiling when we were kids, but next to it was another picture, and this time, it was just Kirishima and I. My mouth tightens and I head outside.