Not a Freak to me [ Katsuki Bakugou x Reader] ||on hold||

Chapter 18 [ Battle against the 'unknown' ]

"You really are a villain aren't you?" One voice stated.

"What do you mean, this is one of those UA students." Another said.

"No, this is that famous villain, the one who murdered her family, and loads of innocent people."

"Wait really? Damn, they really shouldn't be here." Another voice spoke, "Hey kid, why don't you join us? We could give you a home and-"

You didn't let him finish his little stupid sentence.

"Shut it. I'm not like that!" You smashed down on his head continuously, slamming your foot into his skull, hearing him scream and beg for you to stop, fueling your energy, making you go further into his skull.

"Oh my god-"

"She's a monster!"

You ran at those who dared to insult you, smashed them across the ground, flip them back and forth onto the floor.

"Anyone want to speak up?" You asked the crowd of people, they started to back away, scared to end up like the others, dead maybe. "Good."

Loud crashes where scattered across the dome, some of your teacher but most from other classmates.

You turned around, noticing that the mountain area was lit with electricity, the shipwreck zone erupting with water and loud explosions coming from inside the landslide zone.

'must be Katsuki' you thought.

Your eyes met Aizawa, bad guys scattered along the floor, him crouched on top of one. You looked around him and saw that same man from earlier, hands covered his body, arms spread as he ran towards the other.

Something seemed familiar about his run, his build, and overall appearance, like you had seen him before on the street or something.

Aizawa threw his scarf at the lanky man, running straight for the man as well. But he grabbed onto the light grey material, threw his hand forwards, hoping to grab onto the other, only to be elbowed straight in the gut.

But the man succeeded, he had a grasp on your teachers elbow, his hair flopping back down as words where whispered into his ear.

The black cloth of Aizawas shirt grew grey, like it was disintegrating?

The fabric grew cracks along the seams, disappearing and reaching down to his muscle tissues, tearing away slowly and painfully, ripping at the cells till they fell dead and dropped off.

"Hey you, get off of him!" You yelled, running towards the masked man.

He turned his gaze to you, not letting go of his arm.

Through the mask you saw his eyes widen with shock, almost letting go of the elbow.

"I- it... its you, Y/N."

You stopped in your tracks, almost falling back. His voice was so familiar, so scratchy, like the one that protected you all that time ago.

"No, no- its not you. It can't be... can it?" you questioned yourself, tiers pricking at your eyes.

The masked man lost concentration, allowing your teacher to kick himself away, into more fights with more thugs.

"T-tenko?" You asked through your shaky voice, if it was him he had changed so much.

The man lay four fingers onto his masking hand, slowly and gently lifting it off his face, revealing a pair of worn out eyes, bags and scratch marks below, the same two scars, one on his lip and the other on his right eye. He looked the same yet so different.