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AU: Villain Bakugou, former hero Todoroki Plot: Todoroki's mother dies and he goes crazy mode and leaves UA, he joins the LOV and kinda becomes a psycho super bad plot i know but this i wrote this as a vent so don't expect anything from me
Todoroki's POV
They said I was crazy, but that's not true. They just haven't experienced true pain, they have nothing to complain about. I sat there, curled up in a ball. I grabbed my phone, trying to read the text through my teary eyes. I must have misread it, it's not possible that she..I read it again, it stood there clear for me to read.
'Your mother is dead.'
I threw my phone at the ground, not caring that it would crack. I held my head in my hands, uncontrollably sobbing. I didn't care who heard anymore, I couldn't do this any longer. They don't give a fuck about the students mental health! So many people in my class have dropped out due to mental health problems and the school doesn't care!
First Momo dropped out, then Kaminari, then Jirou, Kirishima, hell even Iida quit! Everyone I've ever loved either betrayed me or left me. So why should I continue reaching for something I will never experience? I won't ever experience happiness, so why put myself through torture for it?
I'm done with this shit system, I don't care what anyone says. Im done. I walked over to my closet, and put on an appropriate outfit to go out.
(this is what he was wearing)
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I walked out of the dorms, ignoring my classmates who were in the common room, comforting each other. As I made my way towards the city, I chose to go through an alleyway as the Main Street was bustling. Bad choice, extremely bad choice. As I walked through the unsurprisingly sketchy alleyway, I heard my name being called.
"Look what I have here, nice to see you, Icyhot." I completely froze, No, it isn't him. It couldn't be Bakugou, he already left school. How the hell would he find me anyway? "Don't be rude, answer me." He spoke, his voice scarily low. I swiftly turned around, my eyes widening.
"Bakugou?.." I stood in front of him. "I'm surprised you remember my name. Now, I'm guessing you quit as well?" The hell? How does he know that? "Why does it matter to you?" Why does he suddenly care? He has no reason to get any information of me, unless he's a part of the league now. He seems sketchy, so I'm not going to take any risks.
"Spit it out, damn extra." He growled. Is he stalking me or something? "No thanks." I clapped back. He gave me a weird look, raising his left eyebrow. "What do you want from me?" I impatiently asked, wanting to get out of this awkward situation. "I know you quit, why don't join the LOV?" He's in the LOV?
I froze, once again. My head didn't want to do this, but my heart felt this was the only right thing to do. To show that heroes can be awful monsters as well, to show that they aren't the saviour's of the world. "The LOV?" I paused for a moment to think. This could affect my entire life. "Yes, the LOV you deaf bug." Still the same personality I see.
"Fine." I replied. An evil grin formed on his face, as he led me to their base. When we reached the base, he introduced me to the entire league, even though I know them. "So many UA students joining the league.." Shigaraki commented, earning a glare from me.
I looked around, registering a bunch of familiar faces. Both villains I've fought and students from UA. Kaminari, Jiro and Momo sat in a corner, talking about something.
time skip, they are attacking UA
I've had enough of this shit school. I'm going to end every single person in that building. It felt so right to do this, to murder these devils who made me suffer.
I grabbed a sharp knife, holding it firmly in my hand. I created an ice path to slide towards the little amount of students from 1A left. "Todoroki!!" Uraraka screamed, terrified for her life. Cold heartedly, I stabbed my knife into her torso, dragging it to create a large wound.
This feeling, the feeling of revenge. But boy, I am most certainly not finished. The absolute agony they put me through, the ignorance! Anger took over my once peaceful self, here I am, slaughtering my classmates. I stand there with blood on my hands, perhaps they were right.
