Good In Evil

By: SomeRandomPerson648

Chapter 12: Scars

A/N: Hey guys and happy 2024! Back at it again with another chapter and I definitely had fun writing this one, as I'm sure you'll see. Enjoy!

Within a dark and obscured room Izuku Midoriya finally awoke from his state of unconsciousness with hardly enough energy to keep himself awake. And yet with little to no reserves his quirk kept him conscious enough to open his eyes slightly, almost like he was shoved into a lucid nightmare of sorts

His very first reaction was to release a quiet groan of pain as his every muscle and bone burned a very faint fire, proof that everything he could barely remember wasn't a dream at all. The pain that enveloped and paralyzed him was far worse than any type of exercise he'd experienced. Sore legs and arms, bruised and sensitive skin, even his bones seemed to burn as his body was hard at work to heal him from the little energy he had left. For the first time Izuku truly felt like he was dying, even if he wasn't

"Ah, you're awake." Said a familiar voice as Izuku shifted his gaze to a pair of glowing yellow eyes

"...Kurogiri?" He asked, worry clear in his voice as he realized his whole situation. The last thing that came to mind was standing still as he stared at a fist coming his way

Feeling the cold sheets of the slightly uncomfortable bed Midoriya could conclude that he was resting from his battle injuries. Though his next immediate worry was just how long he's been unconscious, and whether or not he'll need to explain anything to anyone. Yet the bandages he could feel all throughout his body were saying that maybe he would have to

"Yes, it's me young Midoriya." The shadow villain revealed as he pulled at the lamp cord just beside the bed, lighting a soft yellow lamp that barely illuminated the dark room. Izuku could now recognize the bare walls and simple room structure as the apartments near the bar

He was also able to look at his body and its state. To no surprise it was covered in bandages in several places, each one having a strange goo underneath that he could only guess had medicinal properties

"How long...was I out..?" He dragged out the question, fighting against his body for the remaining energy to speak

"You've been out for a few hours, long enough for your school day to nearly finish."

"Then...can I go?" He asked, knowing the answer already

"Not at all."

"Oh..."

A sense of complete defeat washed over Izuku's body on top of his tiredness, threatening to force him asleep if it wasn't for an intense amount of self control. The consequences of coming home too late and making his mom worry felt too harsh to bear, yet at the same time he still couldn't feel his fingers or toes

"You'll have to wait a few hours as I bring a few medicines and painkillers. With your strong body and quirk you should be up before your mother gets worried." Kurogiri answered, but his careful eyes were able to pick up Izuku's subtle disagreement, shifting his head to say no. "Why not?"

"My body...isn't as strong as it should be." He explained slowly, the fatigue dripping from his low and slow voice. "My blood isn't at its normal levels... So the medicine will take too long to take effect."

"And is that a fixable problem?" Kurogiri quizzed, receiving a very telling silence. "Your cause and methods of helping that young girl are quite noble, but sacrificing your body, especially in such situations, is a very foolish mistake to make. I hope you're able to recognize that."

The silence that filled the room was all the warp gate needed as he walked out of the room to fetch the medicine in question, leaving Izuku to his sluggish and jumbled thoughts. His aching body almost blinded him to the consequences he'll soon face, yet the looming danger he could feel also remained with him as he shut his eyes

"How am I going to explain this to mom? What can I say to her?" He began, but found no answers as his eyes sealed shut. All the worry and anxiety he felt couldn't stop him from true sleep finally taking place

Broad daylight illuminated through the grassy terrain as a small band of kids marched on like miniature soldiers. To anyone else this scene seemed like a group of kids merely playing pretend, but to the head of the march it was him recreating his dream, no...envisioning his future...

As the ten year old Bakugo marched forward with a group of four other children behind him he chanted the made up cadence as he went along. Without question the other boys followed along to the beat. The tiny army band eventually passed through a tree trunk stationed over a river while they continued playing, recreating the familiar memory

Just like before the young Katsuki slipped on the trunk, falling straight into the river below. Luckily for the lot of them the fall wasn't far and the water level wasn't high, and for a kid like Bakugo something as menial as a fall wouldn't hurt him. Ignoring the chatter from up above the seven year old slowly rose to his feet, dusting himself off as his sopping wet clothes stuck to his skin. Annoyance rather than pain struck his face as he recovered from the fall. But to his surprise he could hear something slide down the side of the mini ravine and stop just in front of him

"Are you okay?" He heard. To the young Bakugo's surprise and disbelief he saw a younger version of Deku standing over him with his hand outstretched. There was concern showing on his face as he looked down at the little blonde. "Did you hit your head? Are you hurt?"

To anyone else the gesture would've been taken kindly, thanking the boy for his concern and kindness. But in the world of quirks, a world where people are defined by the powers they were born with and their value, it was a challenge of Bakugo's pride as a future number one hero

"This kid...he thinks I need help?!" He asked himself as his own thoughts led to a growing rage. "Does Deku really think he can look down on me like that? He's quirkless! He shouldn't be able to act all high and mighty!"

Slapping the hand away the enraged child jumped to his feet, pulling the green haired boy by the collar with one hand and cocking back the other as small explosions danced across the palm of his hand

"You think you're better than me? You think I need your help!?" He yelled, easily frightening the weak kid in front of him

"I-I-I don't- I didn't mean-"

"Shut up!" Bakugo ordered as he shoved the brat his age to the side, tripping him onto back. "You're too weak to help anyone, especially someone as great as me so you can forget it you quirkless reject!" He berated as the kid began to cry

But before the memory could be completed properly there was a sudden shift in mood, the feelings of that day were wordlessly changed as Izuku dried his tears and stared at Bakugo with a blank, hateful expression. For a kid who always used to either smile or cry the young Midoriya never showed an ounce of hatred or ill will to anyone. But the look of contempt that he displayed was alarming, so much so that the kid Katsuki stepped back in surprise

"I just wanted to help..." Deku stated with no emotion as he got to his feet and stared at Bakugo. "But you didn't let me..."

Without any warning Bakugo could feel the force of a boot crash into the back of his head, knocking him into the water face first. When he emerged he found himself to be older, now a teenager and wearing his ruined hero costume. There were other changes to his surroundings too, the sky was now much darker than a few moments ago, and the water level of the ravine rose. But most important of all was the figure standing before him, a boy wearing a bright green jumpsuit holding a knife in each hand. As tacky as the suit was its presence alarmed the boy

"You should've asked for help. Then you wouldn't be in this mess." The muffled voice spoke

Still laying in the water Bakugo defended himself by raising one hand and activating his quirk. But to his surprise the water had washed away the sweat of his palm, leading the explosion to be less violent and more like the backfire of a car. But in the same instant his nameless opponent threw his knife, shooting into Bakugo's palm and stabbing through it. Blood coursed down his hand as a cry of pain escaped his mouth, yet he was cut short by the second knife going through his neck, preventing him from breathing

Panic set in as Bakugo tried desperately to recover using his other hand to grab the blade, but as he did so he lost the support that he used to recline himself, now laying flat on his back as cold water surrounded him. Yet his eyes could see that his enemy moved to stand just above him, looking down on him

As black spots in his vision began to appear the villain only stared with a noticeably blank expression, his eyes and mouth still fairly visible behind the opaque gas mask. While Bakugo slowly lost his consciousness he received the last words he'd ever hear

"Goodbye...Kacchan..."

With a loud gasp Bakugo rose from his hospital bed, gasping for breathe in his panic. All at once his injuries rushed to the forefront of his mind like a car slamming the brakes, a blinding pain momentarily paralyzing him before it eased off slowly. The most notable pain was in his shoulder, the place that got stabbed. Although the wound was gone it was still a faint feeling in his body

After everything subsided the boy was finally able to take in his surroundings. He was in a hospital room with one other patient sitting in the bed next to him. Upon further inspection the blonde realized it was Todoroki, covered head to toe in bandages. The moment Bakugo turned to see Todoroki the two locked eyes, the latter of the two already staring at the former, observing the frantic movements he made. The boy could feel his classmate's searing-cold gaze over his every wound and injury, and likely Todoroki could feel the same in return

A slew of thoughts invaded Bakugo's mind, questions that he didn't know the answers to. How many others were injured during the battle? Did they win? Did the villains escape? How many were sent to the hospital like he was?

"How the hell did they beat Icy-Hot?" He asked as well, wondering the exact same about himself too. The two strongest members of 1-A were sent to the hospital?

The two stared at each other for an uncomfortable amount of time, more questions slowly rising as the judgement and confusion between the two only rose. But eventually Todoroki was the first to look the other way, choosing to ignore Bakugo and the look he gave him

Rather than begin raging over being ignored Bakugo looked away as well, a sense of shame enveloping him as he was finally made aware of own state. Much like his classmate he too was head to toe in bandages and in pain. He was embarrassed to be seen in such a state, yet there wasn't a chance in hell that he'd admit it out loud

"Even though he's strong he's still stuck here too..."

Turning his thoughts to himself he could feel a strong mixture of emotions stirring within himself. Embarrassment, hate, anger, frustration, all of which were equally present and profound. But there was one new development... something that sparked a new set of emotions

"That guy that I fought...he had green hair and green eyes." He remembered seeing an exposed part of the villain's mask revealing a familiar set of hair and eyes. Similar enough was the height and body type. And Katsuki could even faintly remember the suit he wore as a sketch of sorts, although that last part was a wild stretch

"Could that guy be...Deku?"

The second the thought resonated through his head Bakugo immediately disregarded the assumption. For one Deku would never have the power nor the skill capable of beating him! In no world could a useless, quirkless loser compare to someone as capable as him! Aside from the more obvious conclusion came more and more sets of reasoning that backed up his conclusion. Deku was too heroic to mess with people like the League of Villains, at least not willingly. He'd never have the guts or state of mind to be together with people who'd terrorize a school of heroes like they did, nor face people like Bakugo in combat. And he'd never use knives either!

"I'm being delusional." He settled, shaking his head from his own stupid train of thought. "I must've been seeing things."

And yet his loss burned regardless. He'd lost his first fight as a hero in training to just one man with knives. Scratch that, someone with a strength quirk, if those punches were of any indicator. It was humiliating to think that it was likely the other extras that saved him after he was knocked out, having lost his battle against one measly villain

"And with icy-hot here...does that mean we were the only ones to lose?!" He realized as he turned back to look at the other boy, shocked by his own thought

Just as expected Katsuki was able to see the blank, empty expression on the boy's face as he looked down at his right hand, the hand of his ice side. With him covered in bandages Bakugo could only wonder who could stand up to a boy like him, as well as who could've saved him from the situation too. Even with the empty expression he could recognize a sense of shame in his heart after having been beaten so badly

And yet as Bakugo looked away he couldn't help but mirror the same sentiments as Todoroki...shame in his own weakness and at having been defeated as a hero

"I can't show my face...not like this..." He agonized as he laid back and shut his eyes, forcing his body to sleep away the feelings he harbored within

Hours passed through the day as events regarding the UA incident were slow to unfold. But away from the noise that was the press, Izuku returned home a whole two hours later than he should

After a short rest and countless painkillers Izuku was finally back on his feet in less than stellar condition. It took a cup of coffee and an adrenaline tablet to stop Izuku from nearly dozing off on the spot and although Izuku didn't have to walk much his body was still on fire. And now, slumped against his apartment door, he did his best not to listen to his body's cries for rest

Sadly his condition did not improve in the short amount of rest that he received. Instead he looked like he'd escaped from a car crash, bandaged in multiple places and bruised in the same areas with a large purple bruise in the center of his chest, the spot Bakugo shot him with a point-blank explosion. Under his shirt and pants he hid the many white bandages. Although most of his wounds were burns and bruises Kurogiri was adamant that he keep the wraps around his body for a few more hours so that the medical liquid takes effect. But this only meant that past the purple face and clean looking school clothes he was hiding a worn-down body

"I can't...think straight..." He groaned as he slowly opened the door to his house, quickly encountering his mother who paced back and fourth in the living room. The moment she heard the click of the door she rushed out to see her injured son

"Izuku! What happened!" She worried as she tried placing a hand on his face, forcing a hiss to escape him. "I got so worried when I realized you're a lot later than normal. I texted you and you never responded, I even considered calling the police!" She panicked as she led her son to the couch

"I'm sorry mom but...I'm fine now." He lied out of reflex and habit, knowing full and well that it wouldn't work. Not this time. Not ever

"You're not! You're hurt! And are those...bandages?" She asked, pointing at the bit of white that peaked out of his shirt's black sleeve. The moment she noticed the covering she tugged at the cloth, peeling it off to reveal a small burn mark

Making an uncharacteristically serious expression Inko grabbed the end of Izuku's shirt and yanked it off before he could object. To her horror she found that his entire torso was covered up as though he'd escaped a dangerous scene

"Please don't remove them, they have a liquid that helps with the pain." Izuku moaned, but his mom was already standing from the couch

"We have that here Izuku. I can re-apply everything once I'm done." She batted away the concern, grabbing a pair of scissors from the kitchen and returning

Regardless of her son's concerns she used the scissors to delicately cut away at the bandages, yet when they were all removed she gasped in shock when she saw the numerous burns and bruises on his body

Izuku could remember what they were. Most were punches he took, others were from Bakugo's quirk, and a select few he got by falling and stumbling throughout the two fights. And yet, as Inko placed a soft hand on his chest his heart sunk to the ground. She felt across a vicious burn scar he received from an especially potent explosion, one so strong it burnt through his suit and left it's mark. A single tear fell down her face as her fingers glided across the sensitive wounds

"Who...did this to you?" The words escaped her as she stared at each and every alteration of his skin

"...I don't know...I couldn't see their face." He lied as easily as he breathed, years of fabricating excuses for his injuries on the spot took over as he could only sit and watch his mother's reactions

"When did this happen?"

"After school." He continued to lie, creating the fake story he planned to tell the moment he awoke. "I was leaving when someone pulled me in and did...all of this."

"How did you get the bandages?"

"Someone helped me put them on. I don't know their name."

By now the questions were automated, Inko's baseline reactions to seeing her son's state. He could see even in his tired state the subtle expression she held of being in a constant state of worry, staring at his torso. There were more injuries on his lower body but now wasn't the time to mention that

Many seconds slugged by as the teenager was left dozing on the couch, trying his hardest not to fall asleep there and then else the situation get worse, but it was likely that Inko could see his sleepy expression. Even with the caffeine and minor adrenaline in his system his body and quirk fought hard to fix each and every injury, leading to the supplements and coffee having absolutely no effect on him

"I'm sorry." Inko said suddenly, catching him completely off guard

"What?"

"I'm so sorry... For not being there to protect you!" She exclaimed as she pulled her son in for a hug, all of the fire around his body intensifying drastically. "You're out there each and every day facing so much hurt because you're quirkless. Even as a kid you'd say you fell down a flight of stairs when you don't even use them all that often! And how could you fall down the same flight of stairs every day and expect me to believe the same lie!"

For a moment she pulled her face away to look her son in the eye, bawling as she stared at the dark purple spot on his cheek. "No matter how many times I talk to the school, the principal, the teachers, the same thing happens over and over again. And just when I think it's all over, that my boy's finally free to live his life he comes home in BANDAGES!" She yelled as she hugged Izuku even tighter than before, a silent cry leaving Izuku's mouth as tears formed in his eyes

"I can never know what you're going through Izuku, or what they say to your face. But please, PLEASE know this. I will always be here to fix you up. And I will always be here to worry about you."

With that the mother could only continue to cry her heart out, desperately trying to hold it all in yet failing as she poured out all of her emotions from the past eleven years of her son's life

And yet as her mother cried into his shoulder Izuku hid the real reason why he was here and now. He never once mentioned Bakugo, UA or the League of Villains because he knew that his will and drive would come crashing down the moment his mother would tell him to stop. He knew the risks, and now he understood them, but of all the people that could get hurt the last person he wanted it to be was his own mom

So as he sat there, eyes closed and half asleep, both mother and son wondered just what the future would hold. And if either of them could come out on top

Finally it was time for Bakugo to return home after the long day he's had, still recovering from his injuries. So far he's had to shoo away a number of reporters that barged into the hospital room as well as a number of people who recognized him from the news a few times. It was tiring, especially in his current state. Now with Recovery Girl's healing he was more out of it than ever, stumbling slightly as he reached the door to his house

Eventually Bakugo was able to go through the front door and see his parents again, much to his immense displeasure. He'd already beaten himself up over his loss at the USJ, but now he had to face a lecture on top of that. He just couldn't catch a break today

The moment Katsuki walked into the living room there was a loud commotion as both parents ran at him. The first was his mother, a tall, fiery woman with the exact same features as the boy himself, only more womanly and with longer hair. Just behind her was his father, a weak, pathetic man who only matched the teen in his hairstyle. Otherwise he had brown hair, glasses and a mustache

Before Katsuki could utter a word he was slapped across the check by a slim hand and shoved against a wall as his own mother interrogated him against the wishes of his father

"The hell were you doing?!" Mitsuki roared in anger as Masaru tried to hold her back to no avail. "You almost got killed out there!!"

"Please honey calm down! He just came from the hospital!"

"Oh shut up!" She responded, whipping around to glare her husband. "Those nurses at UA can work miracles. And our boy can take more than a light shove!"

"Get off of me you old hag!" Bakugo tried to object, only to be shoved into the wall again, still held by the collar of his shirt

"No, you listen here boy! You're supposed to be stronger than this! First that weak-ass slug monster and now this!? You're trying to be the best hero but instead you're getting knocked around by some villains who aren't worth shit!" She lectured harshly, strengthening her grip as her anger rose. "I'm stuck here worrying about you and then you get sent to the hospital! For fucks sake Katsuki! At least try to live up to that big-ass ego of yours!"

With all of her built up rage having been expelled Mitsuku let go of her son, backing away as she gave him room to breathe. Her eyes and expression were fierce yet there was a single tear that fell from her cheek that she quickly wiped away, temporarily breaking the illusion of a tough and firm woman. In response to the heavy handed lecture Katsuki growled in anger

"Are you okay son? Are you hurt?" Masaru asked, filled to the brim with concern and worry

"Can it old man!/Shut up Masaru!" Both mother and son yelled in unison

"I know how to take care of myself hag," Katsuki stated, "and I know that I can become one of the best heroes around! This was just a setback, same goes for that slug monster! I'll get stronger and then no one can beat me!" Katsuki declared, his iron will only growing stronger when faced with the harsh criticism

"Then prove it dumbass!" Mitsuki challenged. "I better not see you in that hospital bed or so help me god I'll pull you from that school! You got that?!"

"Just try it! I'll prove you wrong!" Katsuki retaliated as he ran up the stairs, cutting their conversation off before anything else could be said

"Don't slack on your training!!" She screamed out to her son, jamming in the final word before the end of their talk

"Don't you think that was too harsh?" Masaru asked his wife, who allowed herself to shed another tear while Katsuki wasn't looking

"He'll be fine. He knows that he has to take things seriously from now on. Especially if he wants to really make it in this world." She declared, more tears slipping past her eyes as she struggled to hold them back

Seeing his wife now on the verge of sobbing Masaru moved in to envelope her in a reassuring hug, calming the nerves that she tried desperately to hide. Her hidden unease faded away, allowing the remainder of the tears to flow nonstop. Any and all of her worries that she kept locked away slowly disappeared while inside of her husband's arms. Without knowing it she was able to recenter herself, her breathing returned to normal and the tension throughout her body was released

Masaru could only sigh as he supported her in her rare state of vulnerability, knowing his wife too well. "Are you sure he'll be alright?" He asked again, speaking softly as his arms wrapped around her waist and his head rested on her shoulder. To this Mitsuki was unable to get angry as she instead held his arms tightly, looking off at the stairs that their son disappeared into

"...I know so."

The morning after Izuku's wounds still stung with every minor movement, draining him of the little energy he had left. Even with his quirk he struggled to bounce back from his Anemia that crippled him the day of the attack. The teen was forced to continue nursing his injuries, and much like the many times before Izuku silently refused to do so as he sat up from his bed, feeling light pinches all throughout his body as he did so. Silently he reassessed himself, removing a few bandages to peek at the skin underneath. For the moment there were no obvious scars but many places in his body were still a little red from Bakugo's attacks. All except the center of his chest, a fairly large burn imprinting itself despite his quirk's advanced healing

"Kacchan can really pack a punch now. He wasn't able to do that before." Izuku thought, rubbing his chest as he felt the sting of the scar

Strangely enough Midoriya could feel the power of his new quirk in his injured state, like the warmth of his blood coursing through his veins. Every second that passed he could feel himself get more energized even if it was only slightly. Of the many times that he's had to stay home from school due to injuries this was different. Now he could feel his body strengthen itself in response to the heavy trauma, his skin felt firmer, his senses a little sharper and his mind was much clearer. If it wasn't for his Anemia he'd likely already be running around at full health by now, however the lack of blood meant there wasn't much energy for his quirk to use

Next the teen was forced to look outwards, towards the bare walls of his room. The first morning he awoke to see the empty room he was almost shocked, as though he were sleeping at someone else's house, inside another person's room. Where there were bountiful posters, images and trinkets of All Might now there was not a trace. Strangely enough there wasn't anything to replace it either. There was no video game or anime he cared for, no music band that he was fond of or any particular hobbies he had other than researching and writing in his journals

In seeing his barren room the realizations came all at once for the boy, a new self assessment that he never thought of until now...

"Were heroes the only thing I liked before?"

He tried to search for something of interest in his room, something that labeled him as a person or showed an aspect of who he was. And yet the only things he found was his personal laptop and the small assortment of books in the shelf attached to his desk. However, much to his despair, they were all related to heroism, heroes and All Might in one way or another. Unlike a normal boy there was no video game console or fiction books, no posters of bands he liked or shows he watched. He didn't even remember the last anime he'd seen, if he ever did see one that is

"Wow. This is...shocking." He thought, slowly sliding back into bed as the overwhelming sense of self realization dawned

Before the USJ, before the League of Villains and before he even met All Might his life was defined by one, burning passion that consumed him completely. But now that that was gone there wasn't much left to make up who he was. He still wrote hero entries in his journal but that was different, those were for what he could only call work. Now instead of rewatching hero clips, highlight reels and interviews he spent his free time training or researching for the League. He never bothered picking up a regular hobby or having any special interests other than in heroes and what they do. To him he's only ever had the one passion to occupy him

"Am I...boring?" He thought, wrapping himself in his pure white blanket as his new discovery hit him like a truck

Was he only ever one type of person before? An All Might super fan? Then what was he now? What defined him? Was it just his will to change the world?Is his only trait the fact that he was a villain?

"Who am I now?"

Thought after thought attacked him as he attempted to answer his own questions, only to come up empty as his sense of self seemed to change. Yet what seemed to answer his question was the sound of a text going through to his smartphone. The boy reached from under the blanket and grabbed his phone from his desk, noticing the large crack that it had. During the USJ attack he remembered feeling something hit his pocket but he couldn't remember, yet now his screen was cracked slightly

On the now illuminated screen was a text message from Toga. "Are you gonna be at school today?" It asked, to which Izuku answered

"No, sorry. I got sick and won't be there to give you blood today." He lied

"Fine, but you better be there tomorrow! I'm getting hungry!!" She replied with the image of a frowny face soon following

Just as quickly as the conversation started it ended, leaving Izuku to be more than worried about his own safety. He knew he wasn't ready to start giving away his blood, yet he silently agreed to it anyway! Just what was he going to do now? He couldn't just cure his Anemia only to go back into the cycle that gave it to him in the first place. That'd be irresponsible

And yet as he continued to worry about his immediate future a new thought rang through, another perspective to his strangely deep question from before

"I guess worrying about Toga...makes me more of who I am." He thought, silently accepting his simple answer to his multifaceted question

Even if he didn't have much going for him now, he knew that he wasn't the same Izuku as before. If anything, just having a friend to care about made him a whole new person and that...wasn't so bad

A/N: Hey again guys! So let me take a second to appreciate you all for liking and following my work, it really means a lot to me that people like what I make and now with 2024 upon us I hope to create a story that both I and all of you can enjoy!

Secondly, I'll be sure to balance my uploads between this and my DBZ Cell fic, maybe ping ponging between the two as I'm editing and stuff, but otherwise there shouldn't be such a big wait like last time (Though ultimately my free time is what determines how fast these stories are made). For example for two weeks straight I read Jade Tasu's "Emperor's Dragon" series and believe me when I say that I've not only come out thoroughly entertained but also learning a lot more about MHA and writing in general (Check them out, I'm sure they'd like the reviews!). Other than that holidays have also been hectic and school starting up again so suddenly wasn't exactly helping me out either

Lastly I wanted to address the concerns over the focus of the story. Thanks to reader reviews and inputs it's come to my attention that (unsurprisingly) Izuku is the primary reason why people read this fic. So much so that people want to skip other parts, but hey, thanks for reading my work regardless

Moving forward I want to cement here and now that Mirio and Bakugo will also be sharing the spotlight and while I will make sure that Izuku has his part most chapters for all to enjoy. I'd also like it if people got to know the other two thirds of the developing story and any input readers may have on that. This isn't me calling anyone out but it'd be wonderful to hear thoughts and opinions on Bakugo's character arc and Mirio's arc as well (And even more characters down the line like Ochako, Dabi, Shoto and Toga)

(I am, however, fixing the issue with there being an A, B and C plot at all times. So from now on expect there to either be a one character focused chapters, chapters with an A and B plot or chapters check in on multiple characters and where characters are in their journeys)

Again, thanks for reading and thanks for hearing me out and I hope you have a wonderful day! Till next time