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"Izuku, little one.... Momma won't be coming back, bad men will hurt you if I stay. I owe them money that I don't have, So, stay here for three days, then go to the police and report me missing, they won't find me, if they do I... I will be dead. I'm so sorry my baby, it's for your own good."
Only 6 years old, he gazed up at her with the most confused look painted upon his small youthful face. Tears pricked her eyes, clenching them shut she stifled a sob, young, only 23 years old with a 2 year old Inko had been so foolish to take money from loan sharks. Foolish and Desperate.
-8 years later-
"Aunty Mitsuki, I'm off to school, see you later!" Izuku chirped cheerily, the boy looked drained, coming home littered with bruises she knew were caused by that brat of hers. After shoving him in the freezer a couple times you'd think he would learn to be like Izuku.
She had regrets, but he would always be her biggest, if he was more like Inko's little one maybe she would be proud of him. 'Speak of the devil.'
He shuffled his feet as he went about making toast and scrambled eggs, ever since seeing All Might on an American cooking show where they made it he ate it every morning. High in protein and fats and low in carbs with his keto bread, meaning it fit into his diet and tasted good. He snatched his bag & bento, walking out the door, he glanced at his mother before making his way to school.
He hated how she looked down on him, everyone else cowered in fear, but she knew just how pathetic he was. She knew him as the sniffling sobbing child clinging to her leg begging not to be put into the freezer again.
She knew him as the kid she wished she never had, the kid that was never good enough for her. His father simply let the abuse happen, never said a peep, cowardly fuck. His father just nodded and smiled, never forming his own opinion, it sickened Katsuki more than Deku letting him step all over him.
He loved Izu, but it seemed Izuku didn't love himself, he looked down on himself, and it sucked. Because then he woul hold that sickening pity in his eyes for Katsuki, looking down on him, it was the button that always made him blow a casket. He wiped sleep from his eyes and sat in his seat resting his head on the desk, he hated these pricks thinking they knew shit. He knew more, but he sometimes wishes he didn't.
-End of day-
Katsuki followed his supposed friends as they headed down the street, chattering about some nonsensical shit. He rubbed his temple sighing lightly to prevent them from hearing. His hearing was fading, he had predicted it, but god did it hit him hard, he could've prepared his whole life and still wouldn't have been prepared for the first signs. Ringing ears, hearing fizzing in & out, it took him by surprise and scared him shitless. Reality setting in on him was... hard, grieving over his lost hearing, denial was the hardest to get through.
Suddenly the prickheads ran as if their life was in danger, he searched around for their source of panic, only to lay eyes on a corpse.
He blinked, mind racing through how he should run, or call the authorities until he felt a cold metallic item press into his neck. His eyes watered, death, would he really never become a hero, never learn how to be kind, would he never meet his soulmates?
Their marks burned with love and reassurance to the fear thundering from his, he held back a shuddered. Tears silently slipped down his cheeks as the villain said something, it sounded as if they were talking through a wall. "Speak up, I can't hear you, please.." he shouted desperately, voice hoarse.
The villain's breath hit his ear and he flinched, "I said, would you like to see your future?" Katsuki shivered, and tried to think of how it might be a trick question, a trap of sorts. After all his future could be the knife in their hands, or they could genuinely have a quirk able to show him his future. He sighed giving in, better to go out trying rather than giving up. "Sure..."
The knife was pressed harder into his neck and he cringed, had it really been a trick? That is until the knife slashed his neck, he felt himself choke on his own blood, coughing as his chest heaved. He was naive to trust them, and just as his eyes started to splotch with black he saw the corpse move, then it went black.
He gasped as he awoke to watching an older variation of him cry over a grave stone, "I'm sorry come bake Izu, I was so fucking wrong."
The older Katsuki continued to sob and wail over the grave, telling a tale of how he had been hated and everyone stopped putting up with his 'immature & childish' behavior, & bullying after Izuku's suicide.
"zuzu, I miss you, I love you." The older sobbed and curled into a fetal position crying, young Bakugou cringed at the depressing and sad future, realization hitting him like a truck.
He had pushed Izuku past the edge, he had killed him, no one liked him, they liked his quirk, his power.
He was a tool, nothing more, maybe less, it burnt a hole in his head as he processed all the times he had taken his anger out on others, Izuku more specifically.
Self-hatred filled him for the second time that day, glaring at his older self he could only think of which he should say first., 'Now you suck' or 'I refuse to be you.'
Because both were the fucking truth.
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A flurry of black dots filled his gaze, the vision then changing to show him being suicide baited by bakugou, he flinched at the harsh tone.
Eyes aching to let the tears flood down his freckled cheeks, to let go of his pain.
Izuku cried sniffling, when he finally looked up, collecting his feelings, he saw himself commit suicide.
Time felt slowed as gravity pushed his future body down, the sickening crack as he hit the pavement made him puke. As he gagged he looked up to see Kacchan crying over his grave. ‘I’m sorry Kacchan, I won’t commit, I refuse to put you through the pain of loss and betrayal. It was never your fault, I was just too weak.’
Izuku thought somberly. He vowed to live as long as he could, so that the future would be brighter.
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He felt himself grow woozy, his eyes slowly filling with black splotches until he fainted. He felt an eerie feeling as visions of a cat filled his view, then his bully Fukoshi came into view, he bludgeoned the kitten to death.
Hitoshi felt sick seeing the corpse, he saw the other version of him fall to the ground sobbing in despair. Then the scene changed to his foster parents beating him, after it changed to him in his room.
He looked to be in such despair, and then he saw the corpses, 1 after the other, all that had hurt him. Only for him to finally be put to a stop by no other than the Eraser head, ‘I really am meant to be a villain, huh…’
Guilt and many other emotions flooded Hitoshi’s mind, he wanted to be a hero, he wa going to be a hero, no matter what!