His Deafened Dream

11

{Bakugo POV}

After returning to the school, we were told that the bastard requested to see me and Deku.

"Eh? Why Bakugo?"

Deku turned around, looking at me.

"The hell are you looking at?"

"I want to talk to him...but I don't think I want to go alone...and-and he called you right?"

I stared at him, thinking. Why does he wanna see me? Not like I'm involved in their drama.

His eyes pleaded as he bit his lip.

"Whatever." I stood up, and with a bright smile, he stood up, too. "I'm leaving if he wastes my time."

"Ok."

"Remember, as soon as he tries anything you two will be pulled out. Don't activate your quirks. Especially you, Bakugo."

"Tch."

. . .

We entered a large building near the school.

"It's a prison for criminals who aren't as big a threat as, say, Shigaraki," Sensei said. "Like neighborhood thugs."

We entered a room that was divided by a large glass window. Two chairs sat on the side we entered through while one sat on the other side.

"Wait here." We sat down. Deku looked around, muttering to himself.

"The walls seem to be made with multiple layers of different material, each strong and durable on its own. They seem temperature-resistant and have no holes which would be convenient for trapping anyone with any quirk. The glass is probably made with a similar, clear material--"

Suddenly, the door opened, and out came the bastard. He was wearing a tan prisoner suit and white shoes. His hair wasn't neat like it used to. He stumbled in, cursing at the prison guard that pushed him inside.

"Haru!" Deku said, standing up. He looked at us before slumping onto the chair.

"Don't call me that, you idiot. Don't you already know that's not my real name?" He asked mockingly. "You were one of the smartest kids in our class, I expected you to be tactful to an extent."

"Class?" I asked.

"You were in it, too, y'know." He said, looking at me. The glass muffled his voice a little. "You were THE smartest kid in our class."

"Why did you want to see us?" Deku asked.

"The hell, don't lump me with you."

"Not now, Kacchan."

"Hah!" He burst out laughing, startling me. "You can talk to him like that now? You're so brave, Izuku!"

Deku bit his lip. "The way you say my name is so familiar. Who are you?"

"Imaki Satoru," He said, crossing his legs. Didn't ring any bells for me.

"Imaki Satoru...Satoru...Sato-kun...?"

"Bingo!" He clapped like a brat. "I'm your favorite Sato-kun."

I turned to Deku, who looked pale. "Who the hell is 'Sato-kun'?"

"He was in our class for our third year in middle school." He said. He was sitting at the edge of his seat. "You're...There's no way you're Sato-kun."

"But I am?" He smiled. "Of course, Katsuki doesn't remember me. He was too full of himself at the time. All he paid attention to was himself."

"Because I didn't have the fucking time to pay attention to an extra like you." I snapped. "Get to the fucking point already, you're wasting my time."

"I just wanted to show you how your actions can change someone. And how it can put your loved ones in danger." He said, eyeing Deku.

"Let me ask you one thing," Deku said, clenching his fists. "What happened to the people I met in Korea?"

Korea?

He started to laugh hysterically. "You really ARE stupid, Izuku. They're illusions! All of them! They're all fake! I'm smart, aren't I? I created a personality for each and every one of them. I created every single detail, every corner, every nook and cranny of that illusion just so you could be fooled. You're such an idiot!" He giggled. "Except my parents. They're real. Or they WERE. I had to make my tears look like the real thing, didn't I? Might as well make them real!"

I looked over at Deku to see his reaction. He clenched his fists, his teeth biting at his lip. Suddenly, he stood up with so much force, it sent the chair flying back. He walked over to the glass and slammed his fist against the glass.

"If only you knew how beautiful your quirk was." He said, his voice shaking. "You're evil. You've tainted your own quirk with your actions, and lies, and...your betrayal."

And with that, he left the room, slamming the door behind him.

"Hm. He's so angry over some fake people." He shrugged. "You're not gonna leave, Katsuki?"

"Why the hell is he so worked up over an extra like you? Why was he so shocked after seeing your ugly ass?"

"Mm~" He cupped his face. "I'M the one who comforted him when you bothered him back in middle school, Katsuki. He was quirkless then, wasn't he? Did his quirk manifest late?"

"That's none of your dumbass business."

"Well. He's probably so surprised because kind, innocent Sato-kun killed off his own parents and kidnapped him." He looked at me, grinning lazely. "I was there for Izuku every time you kicked him and bullied him. I made illusions for him so that he wouldn't be so sad. Illusions about animals, flowers, heroes, everything."

"So if you were so fucking naive then why kidnap him? Not like he's important to you anymore."

"Katsuki~ Your Japanese needs improving. It's 'kind', not 'naive'. And ohh, but he IS." He placed a hand over his heart. "See, Katsuki, I feel the same for Izuku as you do."

"Hah?"

"Don't you see?" He blew softly on the glass to make it foggy and drew a heart on it with his finger before returning to his seat.

"I LOVE Izuku."