Made For Ruin //○▪Villain Deku AU▪○//

「4•encounter」

I stared down at the broken shell of someone who had feelings, someone who had a life, someone with amazing potential even if it was negitave, and yet here I was attempting to cut the lives of people I barely knew so very short. My body at this point was simply acting on its own account. I felt myself lerch forward towards the door separating myself from my freedom.

I thought somehow that maybe Shigaraki-san had planted some nonsensical trap by the door in case I was to attempt escape, but to my surprise there was none. I walked through a room decorated like a bar. 'Fuck this. if they're going to try and make it look nice they should hire someone with a creation quirk for their stupid fucking organzation.' I shook off the strangely insulting thought, 'I don't usually think things like that or....do things like that in this case.' I walked through the bar-like room, half expecting someone to jump out and use their quirk on me but strangely no one did. Even as I walked straight through the door.

I found myself in a tight alleyway that had a thick stench of alcohol, blood and cigarette smoke. Trying my best to get out of there in before I would have to take another lung burning inhale. As I ran as fast as I possibly could I noticed the lack of windows. 'They really are smart, putting their hideout here a place where its dark and nobody can see them.' As I reached the end of the alleyway, I realized it was around 3:30 in the afternoon. I sighed in relief as I walked out into the crowd,

'Good thing schools just let out, this way even if the villains decide to try and find me it won't be that easy.' I thought comforted by how normal this day was to me. The thought of the time of day brought up the month, "I don't think i was there for over 5 months but it definitely wasn't one month either was it...." I started muttering to myself, putting together what little information Toga-san had unknowingly provided me with.

"The last time I saw her she said it was Tuesday making this Thursday..." I made my way down the crowded street. Full of people, some heroes some villains but most, just regular citizens. 'There's so many people...' I thought, stopping my muttering to take in my "amazing" surroundings. Being ignorant I tripped and fell on top of a boy around my age. "God fucking damn it!" An awfully familiar voice snarled at me,"Watch where you're fucking going you dumbass!" The tall kid with sandy blonde hair turned to face me he stopped abruptly his face was screaming pure shock and I'm sure mine was as well.

"Deku?" "Kacchan?"

Bakugou

"Hey, Bakugou-kun!" I didn't bother to turn around already knowing who was calling my name,"What do you want Shitty Hair?" I growled shifting my gaze to the left of myself. The red head smiled brightly at me, "I didn't know you lived over here!" Kirishima said in a laid back manner. I attempted to ignore his comments so I could have my daily visit to the police station as to see if there was any progress on finding Deku. Izuku Midoriya or as I called him 'Deku' was my childhood friend but he went missing shortly after the entrance exams to U.A. high.

"Bakugou-kun! Listen to me! Ok?" Shitty Hair interrupted my quiet thoughts, rudley if I don't say so myself. I kicked his shin. Hard. "Fuck! Bakugou you really don't hold back do you?" He whined in pain, still limping after me, as I entered the Police Station. As soon as we made it into the foyer, Shitty Hair noticed where we were. "Hey why are we here?" He asked, looking around in confusion. "I tried to tell you dumbass I'm kind of busy." I snapped, glaring at him as I went up to a counter in the front of the room, Kirishima tailed me, still confused. Four secretaries sat at the counter like always. "How can I help you?" One asked, signaling that he was not used to being at the front desk of the office.

"Ummm I was wondering if there was any progress on finding Midoriya, Izuku." I asked awkwardly stared at him,"I'll need to know your name and phone number." The young man replied, eyeing our uniforms. I sighed 'This idiot must be new. I've never seen him before and he's made it pretty blatantly clear he's never seen me.' I sighed, "Katsuki, Bakugou. My phone number is, ●●●~○○○~○○●○" he furrowed his brow and muttered something inaudible to himself. The man got up from the chairand went into the back room to check files. I noticed one of the other secratarys looking at us, worriedly. 'Oh shit! We made eye contact!'

"You said Midoriya, Izuku?" She asked I nodded, "What about it." I glared at her 'She's been here before hasn't she.' She looked around and beckoned me over to her side of the counter. "I'm really sorry Bakugou-san but, we haven't made progress in over two weeks." Her voice shook as she said the last part. My body froze 'Over. Two. Weeks.' Rang in my head not wanting to believe her. "Over two weeks? TRY FUCKING HARDER! DAMN IT!" I snarled at her, I then turned on my heel and walked out of that hateful place, Kirishima walked after me shooting a look of pity at her.

"What was that about?" Shitty Hair asked unknowingly that his words had worsened my mood "Fucking police." I cursed under my breath. "Come on tell me!" He pestered as I turned around to face him, "DON'T YOU FUCKING KNOW HOW TO QUIT!" As soon as I finished my outburst I felt something push me over. "God fucking damn it!" I swore as I got up, "Watch where you're fucking going you dumbass!" I turned around but then froze in utter shock. "Deku?!" I Breathed.

The person cowering in front of me was not the cute, bright and happy Izuku from Middle School. The person in front of me had dark circles under his eyes showing obvious sleep deprivation. He was much much more pale and skinny than when I had seen him last, and that's really saying something. In the current state he was in he could easily pass for someone who had just died. Put him inside a coffin and there would be almost no difference. Nevertheless the boy standing in front of me was still Deku.

He turned his head around to look at the cross walk. He sprinted off across the road. 'Oh god.' My eyes widened as I watched the numbers lower down from 5. 'He's going to get hit!' I sprinted after him.

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The light turned green I was near reaching Deku, but then, 'Kirishima!' I remembered, turning my head around just in time to see the eccentric red head take a hit by a delivery truck. I braced myself to hear the shattering bones of a schoolboy flung across the street. In this moment that was all I could do.