No One Can Hear You

When You Rage No One Can Hear You

Katsuki was well aware he wasn't as perfect as he always said he was. He knew now that his anger was a quirk created front. A bastard child born of his quirk forcing his blood pressure higher to combat the nitroglycerin in his system and his inferiority complex.

He knew he had issues. Had known for years. The problem was that before UA there hadn't been a trustworthy adult around to talk about said issues to. And then the USJ happened and he had watched as his homeroom teacher bled for them. Something no other adult in his life before then would have even contemplated. 

And then Aizawa had asked all of them to do at least one session with Hound Dog. And one session had turned into two, the small praise the underground hero had given the councilor opening a tiny crack in his usual walls. And the furry man had managed to widen that crack with insight and expertise. So two sessions turned into four. The teen dropping more and more of his little insecurities as time went on until their talks turned into real corrective actions. And solutions seemed to come out of the woodwork where before he had been stuck surrounded by his own faceless stone walls.

So yes, Katsuki knew he wasn't perfect. But he was actively trying to fix that. No hero should be an abusive asshole after all. He could be an asshole. But he didn't want to hurt people who didn't deserve it anymore. He didn't want to be completely ruled by his anger. He wanted to be better than Endeavor. Better than his past self.

So he had worked hard for months. And had made enough progress that he was able to apologise to Izuku. The other teen hadn't accepted his apology right away, which was fine, he didn't have to if he didn't want to. But with that apology and Katsuki's obvious efforts to reign in his anger their relationship improved a lot. They could probably be considered something just to the left of friends now. It was honestly the best thing that had come out of the blonde attending UA, not that he would ever openly admit it.

And that's why, when he heard Uraraka over the radio asking why Midoriya had been muzzled he felt the fear for the other boy so strongly. He knew how the green eyed teen reacted to muzzles. Had watched him be forced into them several times over the years as his persistent muttering pulled him out of the background and into the sights of someone who thought of him as lesser and therefore an easy target.

He remembered laughing along with the crowd then and felt sick at the haunting echoes of his own jeers. Remembered the pleading edge to tears and the trembling hands as the small greenette was forced to leave tape and scarf and latches alone. Within an instant he was rounding on their teacher, demanding that All Might release Deku. Growling about how he should have never been muzzled for any reason. Berating the large man for the thoughtless action and how much damage it has most likely caused.

And then Engines was running off with the remote or the keys or whatever and Katsuki was left to pace and growl and worry until the small group of his classmates rounded the corner into sight of where the rest of their class stood. And Izuku, gods the boy looked awful. Pale and shaking, wrist red and irritated.

Katsuki wasn't stupid enough to approach him as Mindfuck led Izuku to Recovery Girl. He knew that just seeing him would probably be enough to send the shorter boy into a flashback right at that moment. So he stood back, trying to keep out of direct line of sight without outright hiding. He'd already had a hand in setting this situation up to happen in the first place, he didn't need to make it worse.