You Suck Deku

2 - Searching Where The Leaves Dont Grow

There is scattered applause from the crowd, small sniffles and cries and inko keeps looking at him like he just saved her life. 

He takes that as a win and steps away from the small area protecting Deku's casket. More guilt pools at his stomach and spikes through the rest of his body. 

His mom hands him his umbrella, a soft look on her face. She would probably yell at him if he got his hair wet. It took forever to gel all of his spikes down since they kept coming back up. 

Deku would have probably gushed about it or some shit. 

"Kacchan! You gelled your hair back just for my funeral?! Wow!!" 

 He grips the handle and as he does, she pulls him close by his side and kisses his temple. 

"You did good." 

She mutters against his skin, her breath warm against the cold. The hand on his side feels like a beam of heat. It burns. 

He shrugs away after a moment. 

"Yeah." 

She doesn't yell at him like she normally would, instead she looks back at inko, who is shaking as his dad helps her finally get to her feet. Her black dress is stained with grass and dirt. 

Katsuki looks back at Deku's casket. 

He wonders if he would have liked it. 

He probably would have saw through all of his bullshit. That shitty stalker always seemed to know what he was thinking. 

He glances behind him and sees the two people who have been burning holes into his head. The same people who were always with him. The two other people who made Deku's life hell. 

And here they are now, only they didn't write shitty eulogies, they didn't cry, they didn't mourn like the other people here. 

No. 

they're laughing. Joking around like this isn't some big event that has ruined a whole family and affected another. 

Katsuki can hear it over the rain and over the cries. The sound rings in his head and it feels like his brain is about to explode. 

"Why is the casket closed?" 

"The dumbass killed himself. Didn't you hear about it?" 

"Well yeah but i thought someone would take pictures or something." 

"Why the hell would anyone wanna see some quirkless kids' body." 

"Is that his mom? Is she quirkless too?" 

"Probably. Just as useless as her son." 

"They cry the same, that's funny." 

No one else seems to hear it, but he can see their mouths moving from the corner of his eye. 

They had no right, just like Katsuki didn't, to be here. 

They didn't get to see how broken his aunt is now, how his parents are struggling to help keep her together, how Deku's casket is closed, how none of them will ever get to see him alive again except for that day. 

None of it. 

He turns on his heel, the black shoes that his mom bought him this morning dragging grass with his every step. He can hear someone else talking at the front, a priest saying a prayer as he walks closer to the two. 

"-Light the lamp within; strive hard to attain wisdom. Become pure and innocent, and you will be free from birth and death." 

Both of them smile when they see him coming. 

"Hey Bakugou. Touching speech, i could really feel the regret." 

"Did you come here just to shit on that kid one last time? Thats hilarious." 

Anger makes his stomach feel like it's on fire and the only thing he can hear now is the blood pumping through his whole body. 

Deku wouldn't mind. 

He winds his arm back and punches one of them in the face. He feels so much better when his knuckles connect with the bone of his jaw, sending him plummeting to the wet grass. 

The other one drops his umbrella, the smile wiped off of his face. 

"Bak-" 

He punches him too, but this one doesn't go down easy. He punches back, and he feels more like himself when the pain shoots through his cheek. 

There are horrified gasps as people back up and turn to them, the priest stopping mid prayer. 

Katsuki punches the second one in the gut, making him dry heave. 

"Katsuki!" 

He kicks the one on the ground right in the ribs as he clings to his leg, trying to stop him. The other one gets up again, tackling Katsuki to the ground as he swings. 

The wet grass makes it easy, sending Katsuki down hard. It hurts like hell, but he headbutts the second extras nose as hard as he can. It makes him feel dizzy, but he's satisfied when he finally sees blood. 

If only everyone else shared the same feeling, because before he knows it, Inko is pulling off the extra on top of him with such force it shocks him for a moment. 

What is even more shocking is when Inko reels her arm back and punches the extra right in the face. He scrambles up to his feet, wet and covered in grass. 

Inko has tears running down her face, her hair wet and tangled as she glares. She looks so messed up; Katsuki just can't look away. It hurts to see her like this. 

"Leave! Go! Who the hell even are you!? Why did you come here?! My son is dead! My-" 

She crumbles down to the ground again and sobs. There are more gasps and sad looks from the crowd, all focused on the scene. He feels even more shitty. 

The anger dies and he just feels that cold guilt, and now shame. 

"My Izuku is dead!" 

He stares down at her, barely feeling when the two of them run past him, shoving their shoulders into him as they leave. 

The sound of their footsteps squelching doesn't even get to grow distant as he's pulled by his arm harshly. The hand that grabs him is shaking, just begging to break something. 

Mitsuki glares at him, her red eyes flaming as she grits out, tears in her eyes, 

"Get in the fucking car."