Can't Save Me Now (Villain Deku AU)

Chapter 1

Bakugo's POV

Those stupid extras that call themselves my friends are here. In my dorm. I tried desperately to get them out, but Raccoon Eyes won't leave.

And if Raccoon Eyes won't leave, the others won't leave.

They recently found out I'm a "soft" guy. They found out I was nice, I was calm, and I could cook. Oh, the nightmare.

"Bakubro," Shitty Hair says, "what happened to the nice guy your Auntie Mitsuki told us you were when you were younger?" 

I freeze, they don't know what they're talking about, but it still hurts. After years, I'm not quite over it yet.

My heart left with my brother and sister. 

"Bakugo!" Raccoon Eyes slaps me across the face, apparently I zoned out while she was talking. "What happened?"

"I don't want to fucking talk about it!" I yell, typical Bakugo. But now that he's mentioned it...No! I can't think about that right now! I can't think about it ever!

My heart left with them, there's nothing more to it. There's nothing left for me to think about...right? 

"Now what do you want?"

Mina (yes I know their real names) pauses for a moment. In that moment, my mind ran away to a far away land.

I miss the stupid nickname he gave me, I would give the world just to hear him call out "Kacchan" again.

I miss him, I miss her, I miss them.

"Katsuki Bakugo, how dare you ignore me!" Mina crosses her arms, I don't miss my first name. I prefer Bakugo, honestly.

"What do you want?"

This time, Shitty Hair, Dunce Face, and Soy Sauce whisper among themselves, and then to Raccoon Eyes. Her face then lights up.

"We got your mom's phone number-" Soy Sauce started, trying to recount a story.

"She was worried sick about you after you were kidnapped so she gave it to us." Pikachu adds, even though I already gathered it.

"She told us that you can cook really well!" Shitty Hair finishes. 

Apparently the Three Musketeers are so reliant on each other, that they can't even tell three sentences without the others.

I shrug nonchalantly, even though I totally care about the fact she told them that, and I am pissed. "My parents were constantly working, so I had to teach myself to cook from a young age." I purposefully left some information out of that, because I don't want to break down into tears in front of them.

"Ooh!" Pikachu's face lights up, I wonder if it short-circuited just by having a though that was too smart for him.

"Can you cook something for us?" Soy Sauce asks, sitting up straighter. 

I pause for a moment, as long as it's not katsudon I should be mentally fit to make it. "Sure," I shrug again.

They were all laying around my room. Mina on her stomach with her phone, Kaminari criss-cross applesauce charging her phone, Sero leaning on his hands, and Kirishima sitting on my bed next to me.

They whisper again, among each other (quite loudly). "How about katsudon?" Mina asks, her stupid eyes looking up at me. 

And I freeze, lost in the memories I've been desperately trying to forget.

"Kacchan!" His stupid voice calls out to me, I miss that nickname and that voice so much. We were chilling around my house. "Can you make katsudon?"

It was his favorite meal. No matter what, he wouldn't eat anything else. At least Himi listened to him and tried other things (rarely, though). 

I smiled at him, "Sure, Deku." 

And he smiled back.

I left to go make the katsudon for the millionth time that week, but I didn't mind. I would do anything to make those two happy.

When I finished, I brought it out to them. 

They were basically my younger siblings at that point. They were constantly at my house hanging out, or sleeping over. We saw each other every day.

"Himi!" I moved the bowl away from her, "remember to chew, don't choke on it!" At least Izuku didn't act like he was starved.

But I knew they were.

I knew every horrible thing Overhaul did to them, but I couldn't do anything about it. It killed me so much whenever they would come over with bruises or black eyes.

We were eight by then, and even their mother was too busy to take care of them. So I had to step up.

They had a younger sister, but they wouldn't tell me her name, probably because it never came up, and I never cared to ask about her.

Deku (I miss that nickname so much) suddenly perked up, we were lounging around after we finished the katsudon.

"Can we watch an All Might Movie?" Oh, how I miss those nights. We would all huddle up with a singular blanket and watch terrible movies.

There was just something we loved about them, though.

They wanted so badly to become heroes when they grew older, because that's what they were. They would lay down their lives in a second for each other (and strangers, but less).

I guess abuse did that to them.

And I wanted to be a hero so I could better help them, and other kids like them. No words could explain how useless I felt whenever they came by with a new injury.

I wanted to be able to stop that. I still do.

But then...

Shitty Hair slaps me across the face, "what happened, Bakubro? You zoned out." He looks and sounds worried.

They all do.

"Nothing, Shitty Hair." I say, in the most unconvincing tone imaginable. Seriously, I can do a lot better than that.

Mina scoots closer, "we asked for some katsudon, and then you zoned out! We smacked you so many times! What happened? Is everything okay?"

I try so damn hard, to just forget the memory that was just forced onto me. I've been repressing it for years, and suddenly even a little part came back, and I was broken again.

Or maybe I never really healed.

It doesn't matter though, I try so hard to just pretend nothing happened, like I didn't just remember...I can't remember that again!

It's so painful to remember, to think about.

And before I know it, I'm crying on Mina's shoulder. 

Not even a little, full blown sobbing mess. They all look so worried, I think. I can't see anything through the tears.

And before I know it, they've dragged me to the floor and they're all cuddling me. Even fucking Soy-Sauce is.

I don't want to explain what just happened.