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2: Katsuki.

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"You're always so stubborn."

"Do we know each other?"

"Katsuki Bakugou."

The cosmos stilled above them, along with the world itself. Katsuki could feel a relentless pounding in the depths of his cranium; A sensation noisy enough to drown out his surroundings, but cautious enough to make him taste his own damn thoughts.

"Kacchan," Where the fuck did he know 'Deku' from?

Katsuki ignored the sharp ache in his chest, turning his head to face the teen beside him. "Do you know yourself?"

'What a ridiculous question.'

Katsuki scoffed. "Better than anyone in this fucking world."

Izuku stifled a laugh, knowing that the answer was, in fact, unchanging. Katsuki didn't know himself any better than Izuku knew him, after all.

"You still feel like you're missing something."

The hero felt his pulse quicken, making it harder for him to comprehend his predicament.

"You're not nervous, Kacchan," Izuku whispered, absently searching for his hand amidst the utter darkness of the empty rooftop. "Not anymore at least."

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Shoto felt guilty.

As he sat on the floor of a half-empty train, he began to regret leaving what looked like the league, in Dynamight's hands for what felt like the hundredth time.

Uravity was fast asleep on her seat, her wallet securely tucked between her thighs.

She didn't look as concerned. Why would she be? She hated Katsuki past the point of logical explanation. Deep down, Shoto was somewhat convinced that even she didn't understand it.

She cooperated with missions begrudgingly, which made the taller teen wonder why she even followed them all the way to Hosu.

In the end, their intervention was nothing more than temporary damage control. The short-haired brunette managed to help a few civilians escape what could no longer be considered their homes. As for Shoto, he realised a few hours too late that leaving Dabi to Katsuki was no different than letting him get away.

It wasn't uncommon for him to come back to UA with no new evidence, no captured villains, and no recollection of what had happened during his time away.

So Shoto felt beyond guilty.

"Uraraka." He said coldly.

She shut her eyes more tightly, still fast asleep.

Todoroki huffed. "Ochako."

He stood up and went up to the sleeping brunette, kicking the black bag slumped against her leg.

"Wake up." She only shifted slightly in response.

"Uraraka. Katsuki is still missing." He said, hoping it would somehow do the trick.

It did.

Ochako yawned, looking at Todoroki through half-lidded brown eyes. "He's still with the league?"

The heterochromatic teen nodded, taking a seat beside the brunette girl. He shifted uncomfortably for a minute or two. Finally, he settled for kneeling against the cushioned seat with his hands pressed against the window.

"And you need me to let Aizawa know. He hasn't gotten in contact with you yet?"

"He left his phone at the dorms." Todoroki kept his eyes fixed on the tall buildings they continued to speed past. He squinted, trying to make out the slightest detail of what was inside the apartments whose windows kept the city lively and well-lit.

"Is he dumb or something?"

"I'll get back to you on that one. He strikes me more as the reckless type than dumb, though."

Uraraka chuckled awkwardly, grabbing her bag to find her phone. "I wanted intel on Toga."

"Hm?" Todoroki turned to look at her.

"It's why I followed you here," The hero explained. "I need to know if she's alive. You knew it was the league, too, didn't you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Uraraka dialled a number on her phone and then held it up to her ear. She didn't have to wait long for her teacher to pick up.

"You better have a good fucking reason to be out so late."

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Izuku touched Katsuki's head, his hand sinking past his blond head of hair. He shut his eyes and waited, leaving Katsuki even more confused than he already was.

Then he felt a numbing, careless wave of calmness wash over him. The hero could no longer bring himself to feel anger; A giddy sleepiness replaced the feeling.

"Help me out, Kacchan," Deku whispered. "I can't feel my hand."

He laughed nervously. His hand was limp on the blond's head, not moving a millimeter despite his efforts to snap out of it.

"What do you want me to do about that?"

"Can you grab it? Just so I can get it off you. It'll wear off in a few minutes, I just really don't want to wait."

Katsuki hesitantly reached for his head, hooking his index finger around it and bringing it back to Izuku's lap.

"That's your quirk then?" Katsuki asked. "You just touch people to make them chill out?"

"I control nervous, limbic and endocrine functions."

Then suddenly, it made sense.

"But everything past memory and emotions hurts my body too much. The other two just leave me temporarily paralyzed."

"Kacchan," Izuku felt the blond's eyes burning holes into his face. He was growing more nervous by the second. "This isn't the first time we meet like this."

Katsuki laughed dryly. "You're this bad at controlling your quirk? Hell, to think of all the shit I could've done by now with a quirk like tha-"

A hand gripped his face.

Then he remembered.

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Izuku Midoriya was an aspiring hero.

Katsuki Bakugou's fate was already set in stone.

Having a sidekick didn't sound all that bad, though. At least it didn't when being a hero was a dream that'd take decades to come to fruition.

Hell, neither of them had a quirk yet. They still had time.

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Izuku Midoriya was thought to be quirkless.

He was only now realising just how different the outcome would've been if it wasn't for him.

"How..." Katsuki trailed off.

He chose to ignore the way his hands trembled. He had created a villain.

"There's no time for this tonight." Izuku's pride was hurt again. No matter how many weeks, months or years passed between encounters, he was always called weak in some way.

"What do you even want with me?" The blond's voice broke. He simply chose to look away.

"I want to know what the heroes are up to."

"You never change, Katsuki. You're still some poor excuse of a hero."

"The press seems to think I'm somethin' more than what you said."

"And that matters more now, right?"