He was slaughtered right in front of his eyes. Katsuki had watched as Izuku's body was torn apart, literally. Every twist of the skin made blood spurting from all over, each bone that snapped resonated in his ears like an echo, every scream that wa...
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Distracted, Katsuki missed his name being called by a student next to him as he became hyperfocused on the words on the board. Frankenstein... a person, or rather, a sapiest monster replicating an unusually tall human, created by a non-existent character of a novel, Victor Frankenstein. He knows the story as do most people his age learn about the monster created from the dead, but still, it struck something unfamiliar inside him. It burned in need of attention and satisfaction. For what, he hadn't a clue but the simple image of Izuku in his green glory standing in front of him, made him think.
Anything was possible in this wicked world of his, so imagining Izuku at his side again didn't seem so unrealistic. It felt reachable in his opinion. With the right mind and tools, Izuku could be re-born and Katsuki could provide that, right? He's certainly got the money, use it to bribe anyone he wants and needs, and he's got the brain too. It's still very much underdeveloped for science such as Victors, but it's not as if the book gave him recipes or formulas on how to make the correct fluids. He'd have to learn more about it in order to formulate a substance able to regenerate, or one that can produce and multiply cells. Quirks would come in handy for such a thing. Tho, he's not even sure regular classes can give him that knowledge but he'd have to do so if he wanted to learn more about the human body and its functions.
But after that, he plans on taking all higher up courses, both highschool and college level to learn even more. Math was probably also a fairly serious requirement if he'd want to make these concoctions without the help of some questioning scientist with loyalty bought only with money. peoples mouths run even when they are supposed to be sealed by a cage of wealth and there were so few of those who didn't utter a word. Perhaps he could find a mute, or make them become so. It's better to think ahead then leave the littlest of details beforehand.
"Is there something you want to share with the class, Irina?" The teacher spoke and Katsuki focused ahead at the teacher, blinking until a small stutter made him look over to his side.
"U-uhm" She glanced at Katsukis direction but her gaze was at his desk before blinking back to the teacher. "Bakugou's bleeding on the desk a-and floor." She spoke and Katsuki looked back down to his desk to see that it had driblets of his blood as well as a few dark spots on his pants as well.
"Oh! Go to the infirmary and get yourself patched up then!" The teacher rushed, putting her book down in a hurry and writing a quick permission slip before walking to Katsukis desk to hand it to him. From lack of not grabbing onto it, she placed it on the wooden surface and placed an ushering hand to his shoulder and tried to guide him out of his seat upon seeing one hand covered in red when he'd released his arm. "Bakugou? You alright?" She asked when Katsuki still refused to move, his blond head of hair being the only thing she could see and she pursed her lips to look at the other students eyeing him, curious, but saying nothing.
