𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐞 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐞

⚔️{7} •*.- 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬 -*.•

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Trigger Warning: ⚠️
• Swearing
• Slurs
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In highschool, it was still freshman year, Katsuki's only weakness was right in front of him. Constantly in fact. So... Bakugou did something he never did before. He asked Kirishima to meet him in the hallway after school. They walked around and talked and then... finally, Bakugou took his chance.

He slammed Kirishima against the lockers and asked him something. "Wanna make out?" It was very simple, very straight forward, but not very... demure. So, Kirishima obviously was probably internally questioning everything. Until, he just decided, to say yes in hopes Bakugou wouldn't insist anymore.

So with the understanding that Katsuki sought of gaining some consent... he thought Kirshima returned his feelings. The kiss was tangy, tough, almost... desperate even. Some craving of just... always wanting it. And yet... anything good had to come to an end. That dim-witted-goody-two-shoes came all out of no-where and dropped his books staring at them like they'd just committed a hate crime!

In all offense, I dare to buffer, it wasn't really a hate crime. But, to Deku. Man—this was a problem. He didn't want his best-friend to feel uncomfortable. So... he threatened him. Finally fucking breaking their silence of middle school.

It was all worth it, at least- at the time he thought it was the best thing to do. Because he fed on it. Fear. He knew, it was the one thing the only thing he could use to gain the respect he deserves. That's at least... what his mom taught him.

And one other... who within a day or two... disappeared. It's perhaps the thing Katsuki hates thinking about most. Mostly because he was scared what path it'd lead him.

But how could he ever forget: The-Hero-Killer.

He was like a shadow creeping up on his every move. Day and night, specifically since he was in middle school. He didn't know his name, only his reputation.

After all, posters of him were everywhere. How could he not know? But it was all the danger in that... that kept him quiet. Not a word to anyone about who he's seen. Most importantly, what he's seen him do.

Bakugou was still in middle school, about 6th grade. He went out to loader around town after his freshly finished school day throwing out Deku's journal. But what made sense of it? After all, it was actually one of the worst days of his life. Probably the day the most in which it fucked with him completely.

He had got taken in by a monster. A black, big, slimy, gooey, gross monster. It captured him. Took him even. This was the thing that made the-great-Katsuki-Bakugou, weak. He was on the urge of death. Until he showed up:
The-Hero-Killer.

The one man who was suppose to be killing heroes... saved him. To be perfectly honest, it troubled Bakugou tremendously. It was supposed to be All-Might! But, he wasn't sure what to say or do. He'd just been caught in the worst state he's ever been. The man didn't say a thing. Just slashed the damn thing putting it in a jar and going away with his red scar flying like the wind in the air.

At that moment, Bakugou wasn't like himself, conflicted was all he was. So, every now and then since, he'd swore that he saw the damn thing in the windows at school. Or perhaps even at his own home. Regardless, even during his parents fighting (mostly his mother in which case the father would plead) that man would be around, smiling even. Like the little evil things done, he'd be there.