The First Generation

The Reason

"I don't like it. I don't like this one bit."

"Yeah, but when's the last time you liked anything?"

"I liked watching Deku throw that blond asshole into a wall. That shit was cathartic."

If there was ever one thing that Katsuki was openly bad at, it was forgiveness. He held grudges, and he was quick to pick fights with those whom had wronged him. He didn't forget when people treated him and those he gave a damn about poorly. And he made damn sure that those who treated them that way didn't forget it either. If he had his way, he'd either never speak to those he held grudges against, or he'd hit them with as powerful an explosion as his Quirk would allow to get them as far away from him as physically possible.

So it was no surprise he didn't like Kirishima and his group being involved in the construction project.

Though his dislike and distrust were certainly understandable when it came to the red-haired Hardening Quirk user. That part wasn't just rampant paranoia. Kirishima had been directly responsible for no small part of stress and concern for Katsuki's friend group, and had lied to their faces on top of that. Katsuki remembered him walking up to him and claiming to have made peace with them, and offering his hand in peace with him - He was fucking furious at himself for ever believing that, and he wasn't going to make that same mistake again.

Izuku made good points when he explained his logic to the Explosion Quirk user though - Without his and his followers' help, it was going to be absolutely impossible to make anything even remotely livable by their self-imposed deadline – Which was also the same date Izuku had to be out of the dorms, according to Yuuei's rules

That, and they had Quirks that would be suitable to helping get everything sorted, especially if Monoma was going to be true to his word, and could get access to the Ishiyama's Cement Quirk.

Regardless of if he liked it or not, they would be an enormous help. A necessary evil, Izuku said. Although part of Katsuki wondered if he actually believed that last part, or if this was another one of his idealistic tendencies flaring up again instead of common sense.

"Well, think about it like this." Uraraka said, holding up a single finger as she made her point. "After tomorrow, you won't have to deal with them again."

Tomorrow. Tomorrow was the day that Monoma - The Copying Quirk user whom had been about fifty-percent to blame for the entire expulsion incident - Was being let out from his dorm-room suspension. Kirishima claimed that he was willing to help, that he could find Ishiyama-sensei, Copy his Quirk, and then single-handedly construct the entire orphanage in just a few moments. The logic used was certainly sound.

But Katsuki didn't trust it for a moment.

Granted, he didn't know what Monoma could possibly do to sabotage the project. There was the risk of him turning around and using Cement to attack their group again, but he wasn't sure what they would think to accomplish. A random act of violence would only serve to hinder him, and even if he was as... Deluded as rumours indicated, he doubted that the Copy Quirk user was an extremist quite yet.

They weren't fundamentalists. They were just idiots.

That said, he was weary. Exceedingly weary. He had let his guard slip once before, and it had ended up with that shitty-haired bastard getting the drop on him. He wasn't going to do that again.

The Explosion Quirk User and the Zero Gravity Quirk user had made their way to their floor in the dorm building, and found themselves being given a wide berth by their housemates. In the last week, they had gotten somewhat used to it, even though Uraraka did admit that it made her feel rather isolated from people, especially those that she had considered her friends. Jirou, she hadn't seen since she left the dorms, and Tsuyu seemed to be doing everything in her power to avoid running into the brunette. Uraraka couldn't understand why.