So What if I'm Evil?

Old... Friend?

"K-Kacchan?!"

"Deku?!"

Katsuki Bakugou stormed up to me, his red eyes blazing. "This is where you've been all this time? We thought you were dead."

He reached for my collar, but I pushed him away. "And?" The mist swirled around me. "I might as well have been. You and your friends treated me like a Villain. What did you think, that I wouldn't become one?"

A hand on my shoulder stopped me from murdering my childhood 'friend'. I turned to see that Father had somehow snuck over to me while I was yelling. "Now now Yuzo. I get that you don't like this guy, and I'm goin to let you tell me why once you feel comfortable. But remember that he's a Villain now, too. He'll be staying in the room across from you. Go show him. And please don't kill the poor kid."

I rolled my eyes and shrugged his hand off, but his words did calm me down a little. He was right: he's a Villain like the rest of us. I motioned to the fiery red head to follow, then turned on my heel and walked out the door.

I didn't stop until I was standing outside his new room. I gestured him inside. "Here it is," I told him, still not looking at him. "If you need anything, my rooms directly across from you. Before I leave, do-"

I honestly didn't know what to expect. Him slamming the door on me, slapping me.

But hugging me? I didn't think he would until he was.

"Damn nerd," he mumbled. "I hate you so much. Don't leave like that again. I don't think I could..."

He released me and went into his room, shutting the door with a sigh.

I just stared. At what, I didn't really know. He was never the hugging type when I knew him. What the hell changed him? And why did he become a Villain?

I clicked my tongue. Whatever. I turned and walked into my room.

I changed into a form-fitting t-shirt and yoga pants. I almost put on some shorts before remembering that I had admired Kacchan in his.

Stop blushing, idiot!

I sighed and put in my headphones. I may be a maniac, but music calmed me down.

*=*=*=*

"Dinner's ready, boys!"

I stood from my bed and opened the door just as Kacchan did.

If he hugged me, then maybe we can be friends.

"Before you ask, no," I told him, "we don't eat people." He chuckled. "I didn't think that you did, considering that your breathe didn't stink too bad." I slugged him in the shoulder. "I'll remember to show you the showers later. You can just use my stuff. Get your own loofah, though."

He looked at me skeptically. "You use loofahs?"

"Of course. Don't you?"

"Hell no!"

"You can't properly clean without one though!"

"I smell fine without one!"

"Remember what I said about you smelling bad?!"

"I said that you smelt bad!"

"You said that my breathe smelt bad, not me in general! Why are you paying attention to what I smell like anyway?!"

"You're doing the same thing!"

"Because I like the way you smell!"

If I had something in my mouth, I would have choked on it.

"Wait, that's not what I meant."

We reached the small dinning room. Father was already seated, staring at us with a smile playing on his lips. The table, which only could seat four people with one on each side, boasted a small feast of curry.

I shook my head to clear my recent conversation with Kacchan out of my head before taking a seat. He did the same, and I noticed his face was slightly red. I smirked. "Something wrong, Kacchan?" I asked. He shook his head.

"Itadakinasu!" I thanked before getting a helping of curry. The others did the same.

"So, have you already killed, Kacchan?" I said as a conversation starter. "Actually, yeah. I did. 'Course, it was more out of self-defense than anything, but it counts."

"Any target in particular for your next job? I can help, but only if you give the say-so."

He stared at me. I realized that he was still new. Father laughed. "He has a habit of talking about it like it's brunch. You get used to it."

"Ya know pops," I said, "some days I just wanna make you my next target."

"You wouldn't dare."

"That's a lie, and we both know it."

Kacchan chuckled at our antics. I scowled. "Sorry if this personal, but when did you get so... soft?"

I've never see a mood switch so fast. "I'll... I'll explain later," he said, suddenly interested in his food. I frowned. "Alright... So, have you seen my mom recently?"

Surprisingly, he nodded. "Yeah. She's holding up. She's not in dept anymore, so that's good. Uh... She's fine. She was upset when you felt, but... She's over it..."

I smiled, but I knew it didn't reach my eyes. "Good. What about your parents?"

Before I could get an answer, Father cleared his throat. I'd completely forgotten he was there.

*=*=*=*

"So, are you gonna answer me?"

Kacchan just looked me. "Huh?" "About your parents. I asked about them, remember?"

"Oh... that's actually what I wanted to talk about."

His parents, the reason he became a soft? Mitsuki was a tease for life! How?

"How?" I voiced aloud. "Did they rub off on you? Ya know, I've been trying for years to get you-"

"They were killed and the last thing I ever said to them was 'I hate you!'"