Created Evil

1 - Funeral

(Bakugo's POV)

I regret the words I said that day. I regret them wholeheartedly. I never should have told that nerd what I did. I never thought he'd actually do it, but I guess I should've seen it coming. He wanted power so badly that he would die for it. He told me that. What was I thinking, telling him to jump off the roof? It was so stupid of me. I never knew his mother could give such dirty looks.

So now I'm at the funeral with a shitty-haired redhead and Deku's mother by my side. It took a couple of months for her to arrange it, during which I managed to get into UA, the school of my dreams. There was no body, no true proof that he's dead, but with every event leading up to this, I think the answer is obvious. The damn need is dead and it's my fault. I never should've opened my stupid mouth.

It's my turn to go up to the coffin and say something. So, I walk up to the pedestal and open my mouth to speak, but I don't know what to say. My cheeks are wet from crying and my throat is dry. Whatever word comes to mind suddenly escapes me. Those words I said to him keep repeating over and over in my mind, today more than ever.

"I..." I try saying something. "I didn't mean to make him do it. I didn't think he would... I... Wasn't thinking... And this is the price I have to pay... for it... I didn't think that he... Wanted a quirk so badly that he'd... Kill... Himself... For it..." My eyes dart to his mother, who isn't looking at me. Her face is buried in her hands, bawling her eyes out. "Dek- Midoriya... Midoriya never had friends in school... He would always follow me around... I always thought... He was trying to show me up whenever he... Reached out a hand to help me... He was the only one who tried to be my equal..." I glance down at my feet. "I'm sorry, Midoriya." I step down, unable to say any more.

I start heading to my seat, but for some reason, I walk right past it. I keep walking, headed towards the bathroom as I feel a lump growing in my throat. I go into a stall and sit down, locking the door behind me. I grab the hair at the top of my head and scream, tears falling from my eyes and landing on my thighs. I cover my mouth, muffling pathetic whimpers in case anyone enters.

"Bakubro," someone says from outside the stall, "are you okay?"

"I'm fine!" I shout at him. "Go away, shitty hair!"

There's some shuffling and the door suddenly opens. I don't know how, though, I locked it. It closes and locks again soon after. Kirishima's arms wrap around me and pulls me into his chest. My hands fall to my knees.

"It's okay," he whispers. "It's just not okay to hide your emotions like this. It's unhealthy. It'll only hurt you in the long run."

"Shut up..." I mutter as he tangles his fingers into my hair and pulls me closer to his chest.

"Okay, I will," he says. "But I'm keeping you here until you're better."

I wrap my arms around his torso and begin sobbing uncontrollably. He strokes the back of my head, comfortingly. I hate looking weak in front of others, but he's not going to leave any time soon. Dammit. He's so damn annoying. I grab the back of his shirt and grip it tightly. He lets his hands fall down to my back and moves closer. I dry my face on the dry part of his shirt and pull back. I wipe my eyes a he lets me go.

"That dumbass nerd has no brains at all."

"I don't think it's a good idea to insult the dead," he says. "And if that's how you feel, then why'd you even come?"

"Shut up," I say, "I loved that idiot, that's why I'm here."

"I see... You always have had trouble expressing your emotions..." He takes my hands and brings them close to his chest. "Bakugo. If you feel some way, you should say it directly."

"Tsk..." I turn my head away from him, hiding more tears brimming in my eyes.

"Let's get back to the service. We can't stay here forever."

 "Actually," I stand up. "Take me home, Kiri- shitty hair. I don't think his mom wants to see me anymore."

"You may be right," Kirishima responds, taking me to his car. He's the only person I know who can drive, so he's the one who brought me here.

I sit down in the passenger's seat and lean out the window as he starts the car. I close my eyes and feel it start moving forward. We continue in silence. We're headed to the dorms where we'll probably part ways, but I don't want him to leave just yet.

"I can't believe he's dead," I mutter.

"Everyone dies some time," Kirishima says.

I turn towards him. "Why are you still with me? You know what I did to him, right? How I treated him?"

"Yeah, I know," he responds. "But I also know that you're terrible at choosing your words. When you say something mean, you typically mean the opposite. Like how you call me 'shitty hair' when really you think my hair is one of my most defining features. When you think of me, you think of my hair."

I scoff. "Stop reading me, shitty hair."

"I can't, you're so easy to read."

I set off an explosion and yell, "Shut up, shitty hair!"

He laughs, joyously. "There he is!"

Soon enough, we're back at the dormitory. As usual, I'm shunned. I knew going to the funeral wouldn't do anything for my reputation. I just wanted to pay my respects since I'm the one who killed him. Kirishima's loved, though. Everyone likes him. I go to sleep soon after we eat dinner, since there's nothing else to do. This must be how Deku felt...

(Inko's POV)

The house feels so empty without him, now. It used to be so lively and upbeat with him around. Even after he found out that he's quirkless, he's always been so bright. He'd brighten everything up every day. My son's favorite food is katsudon, so that's what I'm cooking. We'd usually have it once or twice a month. This would be the fourth time this month I've cooked it. He's been gone for a few months, now. Every time I take a bite into the the dish, I think of the smile on his face whenever he tastes it. He always says that no matter what, my katsudon will always be his favorite. It always makes me smile.

I wipe my eyes as I try my best not to let my tears fall into the food. As I start finishing, I realize that I've made too much again. I'm so used to making enough food for two that I do so even when I'm alone. There were times when Izuku didn't want to eat or wasn't hungry and I still made a portion for him. Usually, he'd just eat it the next day. But now, he's not coming back, so I have to put the extra portion aside for the next time I want one.

I sit down with my food and start eating. I imagine Izuku sitting across from me, eating his portion, as well. I'm about halfway through my meal when I hear a knock at the door. I scramble to the door and open it. I'm met with a boy, the same height as Izuku, in a dark hood and wearing a black mask. He looks like a villain.

"May I come in?" He asks.

"O-Of course," I say, stepping aside. He removes his shoes as he enters. "M-May I ask your name?"

"Ah, right," he says. "I forgot my face was covered." He pulls down his mask and removes his hood, revealing freckles and bright green hairs. His innocent, bright green eyes pop out against the rest of his face, but his mouth have formed a smile filled with evil. "I'm back, mom."

"I-Izuku? But how?"