Crossroads (An Evil Deku Fanfic)

Chapter 13: Confessions

Uh... so I noticed this a while ago but just now realized I haven't addressed it. It's not important, but I noticed that there isn't a chapter 5. It skips from 4 to 6. Mah bad guys...

(also, 1k reads?! what?? Thank you so much!! I need ideas for a new fanfic, though)

Katsuki POV:

"A... disembodied voice?" The rat raised a suspicious eyebrow.

"Yeah," I nodded, "The villain Deku's voice in my room."

Nezu kept giving me a look.

"I'm not wasting your time or anything! I actually heard it! It was taunting me and spitting threats!" I claimed, but no one believed me. I was sitting in the principal's office with all the teachers and some police guy. He looked like an extra, but he was one of All Might's friends, so I guess he's cool. "He must've been talking to me from a remote location."

"It might be his quirk," The police guy said, scratching his temple with a pen as he looked over his notes, "But during the USJ attack, he displayed his quirk of attraction, right? And wasn't he also the one with the venomous bite that left Aizawa-sensei poisoned?"

"He might have more than one quirk," Nezu pointed out, "But then, how many does he have? We know he has at least 2: Attraction and Venom, but if we aren't sure of how many are left, we can't ever feel safe. If his voice was in your room, and he could see you-"

"And apparently hear me," I added.

"And hear you," The rat continued, "Then couldn't he... be able to hear anything that goes on in UA? Or at least, anything that goes on with you?"

The room fell silent and all eyes turned to me. The terrifying feeling of having a dozen teachers staring at you, waiting for an answer, crept up on me. My chair suddenly felt like it was made of upside-down spoon heads and the light felt like it was made of hatred. I opened my mouth to speak but was cut off.

"Young Bakugo has no reason to be put on the spot," All Might said, "He's in the same boat as all of us. But, Young Bakugo, do you suppose there's a reason why no other students heard a voice?"

"Of course!" I snapped, "He only wanted to talk to me!" That was when I realized I was digging my own grave.

"Why would he only want to talk to you?" Midnight asked, "Were you two lovers or something?"

"Midnight, they're kids." Thirteen sighed.

"What Midnight means is, what was Deku's reason to single you out?" Nezu asked, "If you can answer that for us."

All eyes fell on me again. I debated my response for a while. On one hand, we could put an end to Deku and the League of Villains if I reveal my past with him, but on the other hand, these are the people that can decide my future as a hero, so if I reveal myself as a bully, my hero career can show itself out. Should I be honest? Or should I be a hero? Or, would being honest make me a hero?

"I'm the reason he's a villain," I confessed, selling my soul to the devil, "We used to be friends when we were kids, but when he ended up being quirkless, I bullied him. I was the biggest fucking jerk to him. I destroyed his stuff, I excluded him, I told him to commit suicide many times, I humiliated him, wrecked his dreams, called him names, I named him Deku, I beat him up, I boasted to him, and... I did this for ten years." I stared at the table, afraid to make eye contact. "He wanted to be a hero and idolized heroes. Especially you, All Might. I kept telling him that he was quirkless and could never be a hero, but I guess he still believed he could be one."

"Wait!" All Might exclaimed, leaping up out of his chair, "He... wasn't he the kid... with the slime villain earlier this year? You were the one being attacked by it, but was he the one who...?"

"Yeah, that was him."

All Might paled. He sat down slowly and stared wide-eyed into the table, just like me. "Oh... I see..." He muttered blankly.

"Thank you, Bakugo, for being honest," the rat sighed, "It must've been hard to admit that in front of all of us."

"Like hell it was!" I grumbled, "You think I was fucking eager to say that?!"

"Of course not," he said, "Actually, this is valuable information. If you know him, you can help us with recon so we know what to expect."

"Is there anything you can tell us about him that would be helpful?" Police-guy asked, clicking his pen.

I paused for a second, trying to remember everything about him. "His real name is Izuku Midoriya, he grew up with one parent, his mother, he was quirkless, he's fifteen years old, used to be the most optimistic person on the planet, um... He has green hair, green eyes, and a big smile, even though it's usually fake, and he cries easily. But... he changed a lot in these last few months. I don't know what's still... relevant and what's not."

The police-guy kept writing his notes and Nezu asked a question. "Is there anything else? Anything that might be helpful?"

I was about to say no, but remembered something, "I have his phone number!"

"Why didn't you start with that??" Midnight demanded.

"I fucking forgot! Give me a break, you slut!" I shot back.

"Well, what's his number?" Police-guy asked.

"xxx-xxx-xxxx," I told him.

He dialed it to see if it would work. Nada. He must've changed it. By changed it, I mean he probably blew it up or let Shigaraki get his hands on it. "Dammit!" I screamed, kicking a chair across the room. "Dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit, DAMMIT!" I roared, oddly furious.

"Calm down, Bakugo!" Present Mic chuckled, "Down, boy. Good boy." I glared at him angrily and snarled. Timidly, he squeaked, "down...!"

"Well, it was a good lead," Police-guy nodded, putting his phone away. "Any other ideas, Bakugo?"

"No! Look, I'm tired, I'm injured, I'm sick of this, and I just want to go home!" I snapped, surprisingly pissed, "So I'm out! Figure it out without me!" I waved my arm and grabbed my crutch so I could leave. I shoved my arm into the crutch and speed-hobbled out of the room.

When I finally got back to my room in the infirmary, I saw that the old hag had dropped off a bag of my stuff by the bed. I slipped my wrist into the handles of the bag and lifted it onto the blanket as I flopped down on it. There wasn't a whole lot of significant stuff, just some necessities, but I noticed something interesting. Back when I just got into UA, Izuku gave me a present. The contents of the present included an old picture of the two of us and a letter. The present and the letter were in the bag, so I fumbled with them to get them out.

The picture of the two of us was from back before I got my quirk. Back when we were "friends". I had noticed before that there was a scratch on the glass, but it had widened so much, it was a distinct crack. It was right over Izuku's face like a bullet was shot into the glass. Into the picture. Into Izuku's mind.

The crack in the glass of the picture stared at me and I stared back. Izuku... please tell me you're alright. 

Please. Wherever you are, whatever you're doing, please be alright.

Please.

(I wrote this chapter in like, one day. Noncontiguous, of course, but still.)