If I Had One Wish

Chapter Five

Chapter Five- Maniac

"You're such a fool."

"What?"

"You did this to yourself, for no reason other than your pride. Fear. Look what you did. Do you feel better?"

"No."

"Exactly. You are a fool."

"And you are the reason."

"Keep thinking that. Blame everyone but yourself, like a Maniac."

.•° ✿ °•.

"Alright children, settle down." Aizawa sighed, unzipping his bright neon sleeping bag, the yellow oddly faded but still bright nevertheless as he stepped in front of his class. Three years, stuck with these kids for three years. The only addition being Hitoshi who joined them in second year. He knew half of them called him Dadzawa by now.

He was secretly flattered.

"Today, thanks to Vlad-" A small fit of laughter fell throughout the class at the exhausted look their teacher got from saying the name. Aizawa nodded. "-Yes, I know. Today he asked us to join his class in another training lesson for old times sake. I'm sure all of you can't wait to see Monoma."

Groans and protests began only to stop as Shota's hair started to rise over his head, eyes glowing red for a split second. At the moment of silence he nodded.

"That's better." He rolled his eyes, these kids will never change. "Now before you all admit how much you just adore that class, you should know that there was a change in plans. Today instead we are fighting Class C."

"There's a class C?" Denki whispered, absently playing with Ojiro's tail on his desk.

"I don't know." Kirishima turned to Jiro who was pursing her lips to stop her laughter at the two idiots.

"There are multiple classes that go up to K, I'm pretty sure." Midoriya muttered, raising his head from his notebook. The class gaped, shooting out questions, all of which Bakugou rolled his eyes to. Idiots, all of them, including the shit nerd. Izuku shot him a glare, causing Katsuki to wonder if he spoke aloud, he never had before. Not like he cared if he heard, it was true. He was a shit nerd.

"Yes, that's true, Problem child. Can you explain them?" AIzawa prompted, not minding him taking control of the topic. The ragged teacher got used to it as time went on, if he was able to he would let the kids teach themselves. He was kidding, obviously, but it was a fun thought.

"Sure." Izuku set down the book, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. "The Department of Heroes has A and B, The Department of General Education likewise has three years, and they have Classes C, D, and E. Then there's the Department of Support, which has Classes F, G, and H. Finally, there's the Department of Management, which has Classes I, J, and K. In total, that makes for 11 sets of classes, or 33 classes in all."

It was quiet.

"What?!"

Katsuki held his head in his hands, sinking slowly to faceplant gracefully, or as gracefully as he could, on his desk. The loudness of it all gave his headache more ammunition to pound on his skull. They all talked too much.

"We all get an introduction." Izuku spoke softly, the only student calm at the moment. "When Present Mic walked us around campus in first year."

"You remembered that?" Denki whined.

"My memory could never." Ochako whispered, agreements followed suit.

"If class C is a General Education class, are they using tools? Like Hatsume?" Tenya asked, arm shooting up into the air.

"Yes, that or their quirks. Some of them have quirks or, much rather, mutations. Ones they don't need licenses for. Now suit up. We don't have all day."

They did as instructed, being outside and suited up within a record of time waiting for the other students.

Katsuki was the first to walk out, Izuku lagging a few paces behind him adjusting the metal mask over his head. Right before Bakugou could snap at him Toshinori waved them over, surprising them both seeing as he wasn't supposed to be there.

"What's wrong?" Midoriya asked, stopping beside the two blondes only to take two steps aside to give Katsuki a visible amount of space. Bakugou stared at the separation, a small pang shooting through his heart in offence but he couldn't blame him. He could see why Izuku would want to be as far as he could from him. He wasn't really welcoming in any sense of the word, he was a wreck. He was destruction and pain. Everything he touched withered, like that one villain... Shigaraki, was it?

"You two know I'm proud of your progress, right?" All Might spoke hurriedly, snapping Katsuki out of his reverie. Both boys nodded hesitantly. "Okay, you two should keep your friendship progression in mind moving forward."

"Stop talking in riddles, what the fuck is going on?"

"Tone." Izuku murmured, a small warning that he didn't expect to be headed. Katsuki shot him a dirty look, teeth bared. All Might looked between them nervously. Their friendship was a thin one.

Bakugou and Izuku's relationship was like a vase balancing on the tip of an axis, tilt it one way or the other and it wobbles. Throw rocks at it and it chips further and further. It was close to breaking, shattering to nothingness.

And who's to blame? For real, stop playing the victim.- Bakugou almost laughed at the thought. He learned to let his thoughts go haywire with these types of ideas, it was the truth after all. He was to blame.

The two side eyed each other, Izuku smiling fakely and Bakugou acting compliant to ease their teachers worries when they knew they were spouting lies. Their eyes converting what they both knew as they convinced All Might everything was fine, it was quite contrary.

"That smile is so fucking fake, stop." Bakugou cringed.

"That tone you used was fucking disgusting, stop." Izuku copied.

Katsuki smacked him over the head lightly, snickering. "Watch your mouth."

"You're one to talk."

A spurt of laughs, quick smiles, gentle gestures. It lasted a mere few seconds. Just as their small moment happened it came to an end, their humoured smiles and laughs melting away as they looked at the person in front of them. The reason for Toshinori 's warning.

"Quirkless and Katsuki." He smirked. Azazel, was that his name?

Izuku looked down to Katsuki who was backing up slowly, a single step backwards that he was unaware he even took.

"What are you doing in UA, quirkless? How did you even get in here?"

"Azazel, what a shame you're not in the hero course." Midoriya, despite the obvious snapback, stated it calmly. Hanging around Todoroki taught him how to stay cool and collected. The blow to the males ego caused him to growl, raising his hand.

"Watch it, quirkless. Bakugou, what are you doing with this loser?" Azazel was not anything special, black hair in an undercut, black eyes, and pale. He smoked, a cigarette pack most likely in his back pocket right then and there as they spoke. He had hung around Katsuki in middle school a lot, having bullied Midoriya with him. One of the three extra's that always hung around.

Katsuki didn't know what to say, merely letting his reflex kick in. "None of your fucking buisness, fuck off extra."

"Got a soft spot for quirkless Deku? That's rich."

"Who fucking said that?" Katsuki smirked, explosions popping from his hand. "Deku is Deku, worthless."

Izuku rolled his eyes, walking away. He gave up on trying to figure Bakugou out. He took the low blow, swallowed his pride, choked down his pain and walked away like everything was fine. Katsuki watched him go, a small ounce of regret making its way to his heart before the rest of the remorse got blocked off by the wall he set up around his blackened soul.

Midoriya didn't look back, but he spoke nonetheless, letting a few words slip. "All Might was wrong, huh?"

Katsuki held back a flinch at those words.

It stung. Those words broke some of his resolve.