9) Dominance

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by udagawas

by udagawas

Uhm so i kinda got inspired to write again?

--Also Todoroki isn't ooc, its cannon that he is a bit sassy and basically a rebel

Also, I just wanted to tell y'all that Mezzanotte by @Lost_Howl is honestly the best soutaka fic I've read and just- B L E S S

"That's all the time I have for today." Izuku said, pulling out his phone and checking the time. "Whaaat? Why can't Izu-Chan stay longer?~" Toga moaned as she clung to Izuku. "I have to begin preparations for my first day at UA Himiko-San, and please don't call me 'Izu-Chan'." Izuku grabbed his now nearly empty bag and slung it over a shoulder, his eyes dead cold as he stared at Toga with disgust. "Awww! Izu-Chan you're so serious~ But that's what I like about you! How's about you let me get some of your blood! Eh? Eh?" Toga wouldn't give up; rather she tightened the hold she had on Izuku, that is until Dabi pulled her off harshly. "Sorry for this idiot. Get going now." Dabi's voice was cool and monotone as he shooed Izuku with his left hand; his right holding Himiko as she struggled. "Thank you Dabi-Kun, I owe you one." "Really then? Can I use it now then?" Dabi smirked slyly, "I see no problem in that." Izuku sighed as he took out a notebook and pencil. "Todoroki Shoto. The son of Endeavour, he has red and white hair and a scar over his left eye. Take his quirk. Don't strengthen it or anything. Destroy it." His tone was rougher than before, it held hints of contempt, anger, guilt, and sorrow; which surprised Izuku somewhat but he didn't question it.

Izuku simply jotted it down, nodded and headed through Kurogiri's mist back to his new home. As soon as he arrived he threw his bag and himself onto the sofa, heaving a large sigh of exasperation. "Why does everyone have to tire me out so fucking much?!" He screamed, "Well at least I'll get what I want in the end." Pulling out his phone once again he checked social media; a prime place to get access to someone's life. He himself wasn't very keen on the platforms but did try to maintain them. He posted occasionally on twitter and instagram, but never posted anything that could be used against him in a court of law. Izuku's mouth formed an 'o' shape, looking at the corner of his screen he saw a red pop up, no one had ever messaged him and he didn't give out his handle to others so who could it be? Pressing the button he was greeted to a slot with the message preview and the username "im._defyinggravity" Confused he opened it, it read "Hi Midoriya-san! It's me! Uraraka Ochako! I didn't know your phone number so I tried to find you on social media! It took a while but I really wanted to talk to you! I was wondering if you wanted to meet up Sunday, I was going to go supply shopping but thought it'd be boring by myself!"

He began to snicker and eventually laugh manically, he basically had the girl eating out of the palm of his hand! With a few taps with his thumbs he typed "Hello Ochako-San! Thank you for the invite! I would love to, my phone number is 450-948-0034, it would be great if you called me so we could talk about it rather than type :)" Almost instantaneously a call came through, sliding the green button on the screen he heard a fumbling voice speak out, "H-h-h-hello Izuku-San!" he chuckled and replied slowly.

"Hello Ochako-San, how are you?"

"I-I-I'm F-Fine, what about you M-M-M-Midoriya-San?"

"I'm good too, now on to the topic we were discussing about before."

The conversation went as Izuku expected and they planned to meet at the local shopping district. The next day Izuku looked through the luggage he hadn't bothered to unpack for an outfit that would make the girl fall harder for him. In the end he decided on an all black outfit with a light brown faux fur jacket and to finish he styled his hair in the middle. Satisfied with his look he walked out the door, taking a bus to the district where he heard an eccentric voice yell out his name "IZUKU-SAN!" He cordially responded with a smile and wave, the day went as he had predicted. He occasionally flirted with her to give her false senses of hope. But, at the end of the day he didn't care about her at all.

The only thing that was running through his mind was revenge and how he could make her feel the most hatred and sadness toward him, it was only natural as she would be the same as all those other false heroes. They claimed that they would save anyone who was in trouble but where were they when Izuku was suffering? Where were they when everyone was telling him to kill himself? Where were they when he came home with bruises and dried tears down his soot ridden face?

"They're nothing but liars. They deserve the most painful death."

And with that thought he laid his head to rest.

"Today's the day." Izuku eyed himself in the uniform, his hair a tussled green as he slung his bag on his back. "Izuku-san." He turned to the voice, "Kurogiri." His voice was a monotone as the man made of smoke stared back at him, "Breakfast has been prepared in the bar. Come if you want to." "Don't act nice. We're just partners, you don't need to act friendly. Now, I'll be on my way." Pushing past the man he made his way out the door; practicing a false smile and gleam in his eyes.

His steadily made his way to 1A, immediately greeted by loud screams, "Who raised you! Don't you know not to put your feet on the desk! It's disrespectful!" "Shut up! You can't tell me what to do!" Izuku raised his eyebrow as he recognized that voice. "Kacchan." An eerie smile creeped on his face, this was going to be great. One of his targets would spend almost everyday with him, he could observe him, his quirk, how he would work to strengthen it and the weakness an opening he would make because of that. Izuku closed his eyes, took a deep breath and walked into the classroom to have all eyes focused on him. "DEKU!" Katsuki yelled, jumping up from his seat. "What the fuck are you doing here Deku!" Katsuki grabbed Izuku's collar; a tinge of sadness and regret in his eyes as he looked down on the boy. "K-Kacchan- I c-can't breathe." Izuku gripped Bakugo's sleeve "Hey! Let Midoriya-San go!" Uraraka shouted, placing her hands on Bakugo's back and using her quirk on him, causing Izuku to fall to the ground with a thud.

"LET ME DOWN FROM HERE ROUND FACE!" "Nuh Uh! Not until you apologize to Midoriya-San!" She spoke with conviction and resilience. "Uraraka-San please let him go, it's alright. I'm used to this kind of treatment from him." He shyly scratched his his back and tried to make himself smaller. "Shit- No! Fucking Deku where have you been all this time?!" Katsuki's feet landed on the floor and clacked, making their way closer to Izuku. "I don't understand why you're mad Kacchan, my mom started homeschool me because of... You know..." His voice trailed while he stepped back a bit. Bakugo's face softened for a second before he walked away; clicking his tongue at Izuku's response.

After mingling a bit with Uraraka and Iida for a while Izuku made his way to his desk, purposely picking a seat behind his #1 Enemy; Bakugo Katsuki. "Hello." A calm voice spoke next to Izuku. Looking up his eyes met with heterochromatic ones, with a twinkle in his eye he noted that this was in fact Todoroki Shoto; a victim who was due for quirk removal. Curling his lips into a smile he answered back in a soft voice "Hello, I'm Midoriya Izuku." "Todoroki Shoto." The two-toned boy nodded his head in response. "Why do you take shit from him?" He pointed his thumb at Bakugo while Izuku was shell shocked from the tone of voice and word that came from the lips of the seemingly mature and calm boy.

"We have a bit of history! He's really not that bad!" He lied through his teeth, hiding his true hatred for the boy sitting in front of him. Todoroki squinted his eyes, sighed and walked back to his own seat.

"This should be interesting." Izuku thought to himself, thinking up possibilities for his victims in the future.

"Aah~ I can't wait."