Undead Revolution (⛔☁️)

S6 - 5. [Bygone Memories]

The halls of Yuuei were bustling with students, the usual energetic hum of conversation and laughter filling the air.

It must be the lunch break.

Katsuki, however, was in the principal's office, his eyes fixed on a familiar mop of green hair up ahead. He sighed deeply, knowing that he had a reputation to uphold.

"Izuku Midoriya" Katsuki said, his voice firm yet tinged with a hint of longing that only one of the room's occupants noticed.

Izuku straightened, his expression far from the poker face he should've had. Showing expressions was unprofessional and a weakness.

Katsuki had learned that the hard way.

"Uhm" His childhood friend greeted cautiously, obviously not expecting to have been addressed. "Can... Can I help you?"

Katsuki hesitated for a moment, steeling himself against the disappointment that Izuku didn't recognize him.

It was obvious, though, that his identity wasn't something to be handed out so easily. "You know who I am, yes?" he said, his voice steady as he maintained the facade.

Izuku blinked, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied the masked face. "Deadpool" He answered "I don't think we've met personally...?"

Katsuki felt a pang of hurt but covered it with a wry smile behind his mask. "Obviously" he replied, his tone carefully neutral. "I don't associate with shitty heroes"

Izuku nodded, but Katsuki could see how the boy bristled at the offense. The insult hadn't been intended, but it slipped out.

He... He didn't exactly hate heroes. They were just... so useless. It wasn't like he wanted to mock them; they were just so... useless and mortal.

Nezu took the hint that Katsuki wouldn't –couldn't– interact with the teen anymore and sent Izuku back to his class. Technically lunch.

As Izuku disappeared, Katsuki sighed heavily beneath his mask. He knew he couldn't expect Izuku to see through his disguise so easily, especially after everything that had transpired between them. But a part of him couldn't help but hope that someday, Izuku would realize the truth.

It was too late however. Nothing could even plant that thought in the boy's mind after everything Katsuki had done as Deadpool.

He was a mass murderer, an arsonist, a contract killer, a thief, and an overall criminal. Izuku would never begin to think his dead childhood friend was Deadpool.

"Can set ...possibility of... not unrealistic... potentially beneficial..." He heard Nezu murmur to himself. Katsuki chose to ignore it.

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As it turned out, ignoring the ramblings of the chimera was a very bad idea.

The bastard knew exactly what the fuck he was doing.

So here Katsuki stood, very unhappy to be in one of Yuuei's training grounds. Aizawa had reluctantly brought him here at Nezu's orders, and now he had to face a group of students who would regard him with a life altering fear he'd never seen in them during his time as a student.

Fuck Nezu.

As the students entered the training ground, they paused. Students exchanged cautious glances as Aizawa ushered them closer. His masked visage allowed him to betray none of the conflicted emotions swirling within him; memories of his time here mingled with the weight of his mercenary deeds.

Katsuki met the class's gazes squarely, his voice low and guarded. "Nezu's orders" He announced curtly, making no attempt to soften his demeanor.

The students listened intently, their eyes flickering between Katsuki and Aizawa, who sighed. Some only recognized Katsuki as a criminal, while others knew he occasionally worked with the heroes. A type of antihero that heavily leant towards 'anti'.

Aizawa cleared his throat, breaking the uneasy silence. "He's been invited to assist training" He stated bluntly, his face betraying none of his feelings.

A perfect poker face.

Katsuki nodded, confirming his presence. Whispers and sharp breaths met the announcement.

「Some whispers, which he didn't pick up on, were purely out of excitement」

He positioned himself for the training not too long after. He would be playing villain in the exercise, though he was limited to nonlethal combat only. No maiming either, but Nezu hadn't bothered to spell it out. He knew Katsuki wouldn't dare do that to his once classmates.

The unseen grin behind his mask told a very different story when he was instructed to go easy on them. They needed to be taught about the real world. There was no way in hell was he going to let this opportunity slip.

And slip they did. He'd holed up in one of the buildings, secretly spilling vials to create slippery puddles of gooey slime.

Screams forced a few of the pro heroes to enter the building, though they only observed once they realized what he'd done.

No harm physically.

Throughout the session, Katsuki showcased his skills in fun, low effort combat. Some students began to appreciate his expertise, albeit cautiously, while others maintained an obvious distance from the mercenary.

Katsuki nodded at Uraraka as she flew over his tricks and secret holes in the floor, a flicker of acknowledgment in his masked gaze. "Well done, good use of your quirk" He told her. She smiled, guard lowering.

He took advantage of that and pulled out a gun he'd hidden from them, shooting her in the chest. Screams ensued before the students realized that the heroes still hadn't moved.

A paint gun, he'd brought a paint gun.

The dark red paint looked like blood at first glance. Nezu had informed the overwatching heroes beforehand, much to his dismay.

Katsuki grinned madly behind his mask. Teskai had given him the idea to use paintballs and, of course, Nezu agreed.

The bastard had a sick sense of humor.

「One that Katsuki shared.」

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