Ghost - an MHA fanfiction

Grudges

Three points. If I had gotten three more points then I would have gone to U.A. like I wanted to. I was so damn close. Thirty seconds left, everyone running and screaming because of the zero-pointer. But it was me and one other who stayed focused. Me and one other who ignored that huge faux villain and kept fighting.

Me and Katsuki Bakugo.

My quirk was making me feel giddy, so I stopped using it. Instead, I had been armed with a sharp piece of metal that had fallen off one of the villains Bakugo had destroyed with an explosion so loud my ears were still ringing when Present Mic told us we had less than a minute left.

And right in front of me, there had been a three-pointer. I could have done it, because back then I had trained every day. I'd had the strength to destroy it, to get into my dream school. The possible future had flashed before my eyes, and all I could do was smile as I brought the piece of metal down.

And that's when it happened.

He was so quick I couldn't even see him.

Katsuki Bakugo stole those three points with one explosion. He knew I was there, even though he probably had no clue that the villain had been my lifeline. He annihilated it before I could do anything.

He was the one that ruined all my dreams.

And when I got the letter that explained the person ahead of me was only in the lead by two points, and that the three-pointer villain would have made me an official U.A. student, I couldn't help but hate the boy that ruined everything. He is the reason my parents hate me. He is the reason I am broke and giving up.

And yet I chose him.

And maybe I hadn't known it when I wrote down his name, but I did it because I wanted to show him that I deserved to be the one to take out that robot. I deserved to get into that hero school.

Only now, as I trudge back to my apartment, arms laden with shopping bags, do I realise that this is my conviction - my intention: To show him up.

I spent over fifty thousand Yen straight from his own bank account on my supplies, which consisted mainly of exercise clothes, weights, shoes and drink bottles. I also spent another thirty thousand on a watch that measures my speed, heartbeat, and total steps. I thought Dynamight wouldn't mind, seeing as it is technically training gear. So, really, I didn't buy it straight from his bank account, but it's still his money.

And why do I give a crap if he hates me or not? I don't even think he remembers me. I'd be surprised if he did. But I remember him.

When I get to my apartment block, I put one of the shopping bags in my mouth to fish my keys from my pocket. I don't think I've ever bought this much in my entire life. Last time I went on even a tiny shopping spree was when... God, when was it? One, two years ago? Maybe three or four? I can't even remember.

I expected it to feel lively and fun and relieving, but going on my own just felt lonely. Browsing through various aisles without anyone beside me was strange, especially when I saw everyone else with their friends and families and lovers. Will I ever get people like that? Currently, the only people that would do something like that with me are Sakura, who can't even leave her hospital bed, and Ryōsuke, who I haven't seen in a year and a half due to some 'business trip' that he can't tell me about.

No one greets me when I open the door, just the same old wooden stairs that smell like rotting tree bark.

"Hello my respectful and quiet neighbours," I mutter, glaring lasers at the door right at the bottom of the stairs. I blink and squint harder? Is that new alcohol stain peeking out from the gap underneath the door? Or maybe I just forgot that it existed amongst the fifty other stains peppering the wood.