Chaos: Bakugou Katsuki x OC x Dabi story

This is for the best

Touya's POV

One Week Earlier

You had to be shitting me. This was just all one giant, sick joke...right? I mean, what are the fucking chances? Not only did I have Taru finally in the right mindset, but I had managed to fucking kidnap the Old Man. I was finally going to have my moment of reckoning, I was finally going to have my fucking payback for all his useless, stupid, selfish bullshit.

But my life never fucking goes according to plan.

My childhood was testament to that.

Gifted with a powerful quirk...only for my body to reject it.

The eldest son to the Number Two Hero... only for him to toss me aside like I was worthless, a waste of breath.

Finally I met the girl of my dreams, the only one who ever truly understood me, loved me, accepted me as I was, as I am... only for her to be in love with someone else. Someone far more deserving of her beautiful soul than I would ever be.

My jaw clenched as I threw another flaming punch into the abdomen of that annoying, Eraserhead wannabe. No fault of my own, however, after the way he'd treated Hotaru over the years, maybe that last hit was a bit too personal...

Who am I kidding, fuck this guy in particular.

"Come on, Kiddo! Get up! ON YOUR FEET, HERO." I kicked him square in the ribs, hiking back my leg to send another into his spine when a sheet of ice glued my feet to the floor.

"SHOTO!" I snarled out, sending a wall of flame in his direction as he dodged, rolling along the floor.

"Touya, will you stop!"

I looked back and saw that electric mouse looking fuck helping Hotaru's ex off the floor.

"Guys! We need backup and a medic! Send the police to our coordinates! Dabi and Satsui are here, Endeavor's here but he's been shot. Endeavor is down. I repeat, Endeavor is down."

"He ain't down, Sparky. That piece of shit is fucking DEAD. D. E. A. D. Dead!" I cackled out, a spear of ice shooting up from the floor and slicing my arm. Hissing, I grab the wound, cursing under my breath.

The flames erupted from my hands, my body acting on pure impulse when my eyes landed on Hotaru and that explosive idiot. She really just swung that fucking pipe like she was going for a homerun, I was stunned. Impressed. Proud. She fucking rocked Kenji's world and it was about fucking time.

"Touya! You don't have to do this!" My little brother shrieked at me while pushing one of his hero friends out of the way as a rafter plummeted to the ground.

"He's dead! Dad is fucking dead, Touya! What else could you possibly want?" His voice was hoarse, cracking as he choked out a sob. This had been the largest emotional range I'd seen from little Shoto since that day at the hospital.

"I want so much more, Shoto! How could you not understand that? If anyone had even the faintest idea of what I need, what I strive for, even after all these years, I thought it would be you!" I shot another wall of flames at him, only for him to counter with his own.

"What's left? What's even left to destroy? Yourself?" He pleaded, kicking out a second sheet of ice to coat the floor and attempt to lock my feet in place. A growl of annoyance ripped through my throat, heating up my body to melt the ice as quickly as he layered onto my body.

"Every single one of those entitled, self proclaimed fucks from his entire era! You and your little friends might be trying to turn over a new leaf, but the elders still thrive. Still survive off the gains of their shitty, fucked up ways. They all need to fucking eat dirt the same way dear old Dad did!" I screamed, throwing a punch at Shoto's head. Dodging, he threw his own punch, and soon flaming fists and sizzling, frost coated limbs were blocking one another, the occasional hit finding real estate.