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Aaand scene!

Katsuki continued to just stare at the man sitting across from him and another person -an  agent from the government- as he and the detective talked about some things about the recent case Katsuki was also a part of.

At least that’s what Katsuki knows that they are talking about.

His mind blocked everything out ever since the man across from him came in the room.

It was definitely out of his expectations.

He never even thought about this ever happening in his entire life time.

Deku is now in front of him again after who knows how long has it been.

It’s almost been a decade he thinks. The pro hero has never seen or heard from the greenette ever since middle school. Sure, their mothers are still good friends and Inko gets to have dinner with them from time to time but, not once has Izuku been with her.

Katsuki’s own mother told hiim not to bring Izuku up in any of their conversations -not that he wanted to talk about him anyway (way out of character in his mind and he is definitely not concerned by the nerd at all, yup, not at all).

He thought it was weird at first. Hell, it was weird through out everything. But he couldn’t take his mind of it.

Guess he knows why now.

Midoriya Izuku now sits across from him, a tired look on his face -a very tired look. Bloodshot eyes and dark bags under his eyes. Complexion pale as a ghost. A small scar -most probably from a blade- rested on the left side of his jaw. Even from where Katsuki was sitting, the blond could smell the faint scent of alcohol coming from the greenette. 

He drinks? What the hell has he been doing? 

Izuku even wore piercings in his ear and when he opened his mouth, Katsuki see another one resting on the tip of his mouth.

Does his mother approve of that? Katsuki doesn’t think so.

All through out the meeting Katsuki sat there in silence not knowing what to do, what to say, all he could do at the moment was think about whatever was right in front of him now was a dream or not.

The pro hero came to when it ended and Izuku stood to leave -same with the agent, but as of now Katsuki doesn’t care about him.

“Mind if you leave us for a second.”Katsuki spoke up finally to the agent without taking his gaze off of Izuku.

The agent was about to say something but Izuku cut him off. “What if I mind?” Izuku asked, brows furrowing slightly.

“Come on, Izuku, don’t give me that attitude.” Katsuki growled.

Izuku rolled his eyes. “You’re saying that as if you didn’t give me a shitty attitude when we were children.”

Okay.

There’s no way Katsuki could deny that one.

Katsuki pursed his lips together, clenched teeth underneath, trying hard not to lash out. He can do that now.... one way or another. At least he doesn’t just instantly screams at people now.

“It’s just a talk, what’s so wrong about it?” Katsuki asked.

“You of all people want to “talk?” Izuku raised an eyebrow.  “Never thought that’s a phrase that’ll come out of your mouth.”

“Deku...” Katsuki growled lowly, his patience nearing its end. As the air of the room started to get heavy the agent thought it was best for him to leave the room silently -mostly because hhe doesn’t want to be in the blond’s range if he did started to blowing things up.

He values his life and well being very much.

“Aaand there’s that old nickname, thought it was weird you started using my name over there. Thought something possessed you or something.” Izuku said with a sarcastic tone.

A vein popped in Katsuki head, expression changing to a full scowl. 

I think you’re the one possessed.

“What the hell happened to you?” The blond asked, preferring to just get things in track rather than start to scream and start punching something.

Izuku’s expression darkened, eyes narrowin dark green boring into red.

“Why do you care?” Izuku said lowly.

“Is that a problem too?”

“Yes, cause you never cared about anything else other than yourself.” Izuku answered, hardly even thinking about it before he said it. “Much less if it’s me.” He added.

Fuck.

That was a hard blow.

But he changed. Katsuki is better than he was back at middle school, actually if he could he wants to go back to that time and take all the things he did back, to apologize, to make things better.

And maybe -just maybe- things wouldd be different right now. Maybe Izuku won’t turn out like this. Maybe Izuku would be doing better. Maybe Katsuki and Izuku would be in better terms. Maybe they would have been good friends until now.

That wouldn’t happen.

The bridge is already destroyed to bits, it won’t be fixed anymore.

“Deku...” Katsuki called out softly, his feeling was shifted from anger to regret.

“Katsuki...” He called back, the same low, angered tone in his voice. 

The two remained styaed there, in complate silence just looking at each other, Izuku’s eyes looking directly at Katsuki’s eyes, looking if he’ll say anything else.

Izuku sighed then standing from his seat. “You don’t have to know jack shit about me, isn’t worth shit anyway even to me. And please, you don’t have to talk to me during this whole shit. Just carry on with your life, don’t mind a shitty extra like me.” He said before turning around to head to the door.

Katsuki stood immediately. “Deku, wait.”

And Izuku was out the door without a word.

Damn it.

[sorry about this. just wanted to do this scene even though i don’t have a good plot to put it in i just have to get this out of my system. don’t mind this shit.]

Why?

His breathing was heavy, as if he was saved from drowning. The grenette felt weak, extremely weak, it was a miracle that he’s even able to stand right now –although he couldn’t move or else he’ll fall, but he’s standing nonetheless.

 Why was he the one standing?

His vision was blurry, Izuku blacked out for a second there, now all he sees is are the debris and rubble surrounding him.

 Everything around him was close to being nothing, every single thing looked nothing to what it looked before.

 Of course it would end up like this.

 Izuku expected that much, most especially his fight is against him of all people. The greenette could predict the amount of damage he could do since the beginning of the fight. It would be much more surprising if they didn’t have at least destroyed the buildings in one block.

 Izuku’s vision started to clear a bit more, at the same time with the dust started to settle making everything clearer. Green orbs zeroed in to the figure lying on the ground, surrounded by a pool of blood.

 Their blood…

 At that moment, the tired feeling he felt left him.

 All of it.

 Even the pain from wounds, bruises and broken bones –although for that last one he’s quite used to that one…- were all gone in an instant. Instead, it was replaced with…

 Pure absolute rage.

 “W-why…?” Izuku rasped out, his voice almost gone due to the amount of screaming and shouting he did when he and the other fought. The greenette had that need to fight him with not only his strength and quirk but also to the amount of screaming. Don’t question him why, cause he also doesn’t know why he did that as well.

 Izuku, unknowingly, gathered the remaining strength he had in his body and took a stepped forward –shaking like a new born deer all the while- he staggered for a moment, knees shaking as he tried to regain his balance before taking another step, slowly but surely walking towards the figure on the ground.

 The greenette surprised himself that he walked, his legs worked completely on their own. But boy, he isn’t complaining for it.

 Oh.

 Rage.

 Pure rage was making his legs work right now. Makes sense.

 No wonder Kacchan is always angry. His energy is anger.

 His knees dug to the ground, not caring if his pants, white sleeves and vest are getting soaked from the splash when he fell to the ground. Izuku didn’t need to care about that right now. Not that he ever cared about it.

 He’ll have Kurogiri clean for him.

 Izuku grabbed the figure’s –the hero’s- shirt by the collar with his hands, hands quickly gripping tightly, threatening to break the hero’s costume, that famed black tight tank top with an orange X across it.

 Izuku’s jaw tightened, his anger overcoming him, trying to somewhat control it but he didn’t know how. He was never this angry before, never even showed it if he’s angry.

 Oh… that’s why…

 All the anger that he had in him was released all at once after years and years of all of it bottled up inside him. He didn’t mind, couldn’t bring himself to mind at the moment.

 “Why…” He started sofly, trying to find his voice, hands starting to tremble from how long he was gripping so tightly to Ground Zero’s shirt, his knuckles starting to turn white.

 “Why didn’t you stop me?!” He finally screamed, viridian eyes filled with anger as those eyes seared at the lifeless body of the hero before him.

 “You were supposed to stop me!” he yelled out shaking Ground Zero in the hopes it would wake him up and finish the job he was supposed to do.

 “You were supposed to stop me!” He repeated.

 Unlike All Might…

 “You were supposed to win against me!”

 You’re my Symbol of Victory, you’re supposed to win.

 “You’re supposed to save the day!”

 Cause you’re the hero.

 “You’re supposed to defeat me! To end me!”

 Cause I’m the villain.

 “It’s not,”  His voice cracked, though he wasn’t sure if it’s because he was already losing his voice then still screamed to the top of his lungs or because of the sadness starting to overcome him. “It’s not supposed to end like this.” He said, his head bowed and his grip starting to get loose.

 Rain started to fall from the sky, immediately covering the area with water, the ground surrounding them turning mud, the pool of blood, Katsuki’s blood, spreading even more.

 Izuku himself didn’t notice the tears flowing down his cheeks, thinking it’s the rain, he could only feel the pricking at his eyes as he stared at the lifeless body of the hero.

 “You’re both the same,” he mumbled out.  “I had faith you’ll beat me, the way All Might was supposed to beat me years ago.”

 It was the same.

 Bodies covered in their own blood, battered and bruised, filled with cuts and wounds, their bones peeking out from the limbs, blood dripped out of the corner of their mouths, panting heavily.

 “Why didn’t you beat me?”

 “Why, why…?” He asked, hoping to get an answer.

 Why did you look like you wanted it? To be beaten up by me? To be killed by me? I don’t get it.

 Why did he look remorseful? Guilty even…

 Katsuki Bakugo is never remorseful, never full of guilt.

 Then why did he look at Izuku that way?

 Why did he look like he got what he deserved at his last moments?

 He didn’t get it.

 “Neither of you beat me…”

 If neither of you couldn’t…

 No one can…

 “You didn’t beat me Kacchan,” Izuku said, standing up from his position –wobbling slightly-, looking down on the hero, eyes filled with darkness, filled with despair, intent on spreading  that despair to the rest of the world, wanting to feel the pain –rejection- he felt long ago. “Then the whole world will suffer.”