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. . . It was past midnight and all the students had already gone to sleep in their dormitories. The only students who hadn't slept were Izumi, Momo and Bakugou, as expected. They exited the 1-A dorm building and walked through the U.A. facilities in the middle of the night.
"Are you going to tell me where we're going? We shouldn't be out here at this time of night." – Momo asked with a glare as she and Izumi followed Bakugou, who didn't respond and continued walking ahead of the two of them.
The three of them continued to walked for a few minutes, with Bakugo leading the way until they finally reached their destination it was the training field where the class first had their hero exercise
"Kacchan, why are we here?" – Izumi asked upon recognizing the location but Bakugo didn't respond. Instead, he just stared at the ground in thought before he took a deep breath and turned to look at the two of them
Bakugo stood before Momo and Izumi; the weight of the moment heavy on his shoulders. His usually fiery, confident expression was nowhere to be seen. Instead, his features were softened with guilt, a deep sadness clouding his sharp eyes before he suddenly did something that made their eyes widen in shock, Bakugo dropped to his knees with a low, desperate exhale, his hands hitting the ground in a dogeza pose
He just continued to kneel there for a few seconds, hands clenched before finally speaking, his voice low and shaky.
"I'm sorry... for everything I've done to Izuku. I'm sorry for bullying him, I'm sorry for tormenting him, I'm sorry for making his like a living hell, I'm sorry for convincing Izumi to torment and bully Izuku to stop him from becoming a hero to protect him, about turning Izuku into a villain. It's my fault, it's all my fault, all of the lives he took in Kamino ward, all of our old classmates that he massacred in Aldera, It's all my fault. All of those blood is in my hands, because I tormented and bullied Izuku, because I turned him into the monster he is today, it's all my fault. Please, forgive me." Bakugo said, his voice filled with genuine sadness, shame and regret while Izumi just stood there, completely motionless, quietly observing him in shock. Her eyes were tired, the exhaustion of everything they'd been through together taking its toll. She didn't say anything at first. Instead, she just let a few tears fall, her gaze lingering on the ground in thought.
Momo, however, was seething in rage, her fists clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white, and her whole body trembled in barely contained rage. Her breath hitched, and without a word, she looked down, her long hair falling over her face like a curtain, concealing the fury in her eyes.
"How dare you," Momo spat out, her voice sharp as a knife, filled with raw anger.
"How dare you, after everything you did, after the years of torment and suffering Izuku suffered by your hands! how dare you ask for forgiveness? You don't deserve to be forgiven! I won't ever forgive you for what you did!!!" Momo yelled out in rage, her voice cracked, the emotion pouring through the words, each syllable dripping with venom but Bakugo didn't even lift his head, not even when her words cut deep. He stayed there, kneeling in the dirt, shoulders slumped.
"You're right. I don't deserve your forgiveness, not after everything I did...." Bakugo said, his voice was quiet, but the sincerity and regret was clear
Momo's lips trembled with unspoken words, but she didn't speak again. Instead, she let her gaze harden, eyes narrowing as her body trembled in anger. Her fists clenched even tighter, and for a brief moment, she seemed ready to explode.
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THE CYCLE OF HATRED
Fanfictionthe cycle of hatred, born from the conflict of two brothers Ashura and Indra Ōtsutsuki, the Senju clan and Uchiha clan who were descendants from Ashura and Indra has fought for generation, the reason why they fought in the first place is long forgot...
