Being the Villain is Way More Fun (KiriDeku)

Save Him God Damn It!

Izuku's POV~

I was making my way into the ring, watching carefully as Bakugou did the same, but from the other side. I was expecting a look of rage or pure hatred to be adorning his features, only to find a calm and collected expression instead. That made the whole situation scarier. This means he's so pissed, he's beyond caring. He's gonna fucking kill me.

Midnight signals for the fight to start. Neither of us move, we stand still, assessing the other. The crowd is dead silent, wondering how brutal this battle will end up being. I was about to make the first move, when he finally decided to speak up.

"After everyone finally stopped screeching at me last night, I went back to my room. I sat there and thought to my self, 'why?'. Why would sweet, innocent, little Deku, kiss me, then cry rape? It just doesn't make any sense. Unless of course, you finally decided to get revenge on me for bullying you all those years. But it's not like you to just decide that, you're to caring, to nice." He was taking very slow, small steps towards me. He still had a pretty long way to go, so I wasn't to terrified yet.

"Then I thought back to training. How much it errked you when I talked about Kirishima." He smirked when I flinched at the mention of Kiri. "Ah, see? There it is again. What's going on between you two? Do you still talk to him? See him? Love him?" Damn, he knew. Of course he knew, he's fucking Bakugou, here to destroy every good thing about my life.

"You do, don't you? You love him. Wow, I never would have guessed you'd be a big enough whore to even think about being with a villain, let alone become one yourself." My eyes widened at the accusation. "Oh yeah, didn't think I wouldn't know? Obviously you're one of them, you basically said so yourself. You just had a little fun while hanging out with the villains. God, you really are a stupid Deku." He said, his smirk growing bigger. "You're nothing but a worthless piece of trash, just like Kirishima. He didn't have what it takes to make it as a pro so he ran to the villains crying." At this point he was only about ten feet from me. The absolute bull shit he was saying about Kiri, was really starting to piss me off. And we all know what happens when Kacchan pisses me off.

I charged and swung at him. I didn't have enough time to fully charge up one for all, so it was only packing about fifteen percent. That's still enough to send him reeling though. He fell to the side sliding, just barely managing to stay in the ring. "Oh I see, gotta defend your lover boy." He said with a chuckle.

He stood up and spit to the side. It came out red. Blood. I smiled a twisted kind of smile at the sight. I wanted to make him bleed.

"Damn, you really are a fucking psycho."

I swung for him again, but this time he dodged. He sent an explosion my way, I just narrowly avoided it. He barely had time to catch my footing, when he sent another. This time I wasn't so lucky, my right arm got caught in the blast. I quickly pulled the charred arm into my chest.

He sent another blast, but aimed at the ground. It caused a tremor, knocking me off my feet. I sat up, still clutching my burnt right arm, and looked around. The last blast kicked up a lot of dust, also causing smoke. I could barely see anything, I doubt any of the spectators could either.

I heard him before I saw him. I heard the thud of his shoes on the hard dirt, slowly, like a lion stalking it's prey. He grabbed a fist full of my hair, jerking my head up a few feet to meet his. I was dangling helplessly, my arm to damaged to move, the rest of my body sore and aching with tiredness.

"Look at you, so pathetic. I don't understand what even villains could possibly want with a let down like you. You barely lasted five minutes in this fight, now here you are. Weak, broken, completely at my mercy." He had a sadistic smile on his face, just like the one he would always have when beating me up in middle school. He looked over my face once more, before throwing me to the ground. He got on top of me and started throwing punch after punch.

I was trying to block the blows, but I could only use one arm. The smoke and dust had started to clear, and you could hear the murmurs from the crowd as they saw Bakugou beating me. Yet no one stopped him. No one yelled out. No one made any effort to end it. It was obvious that I was out of commission, that I couldn't fight back, defend myself. By the rules, the fight should have stopped, yet here we are.

I heard Kami yell out. Trying to get a teacher or other pro to step in. "Someone stop him! Bakugou will kill him! He's done, he can't fight back anymore! For the love of god, help him!" No one moved. Eventually he realized what had to be done. None of the pros would help now. "Kirishima! Save him god damn it!" And just like that, Bakugou was ripped off of me.

I looked up and saw Kiri, his quirk fully activated, beating the shit out of Bakugou. Toga was leaning over me, trying to assess the damage. "Oh Izu! I'm so sorry! The only way we were allowed to come is if we promised not to step in until Kaminari thought it was necessary." She rushed out. I get it now. Kirishima would have jumped on the first time I was hit, if he had the choice. But if Kami was giving the order, it wouldn't happen until absolutely necessary. Smart.

Toga helped me get into a sitting position. Kaminari had successfully jumped down into the ring, and pulled Kiri off of a now unconscious Bakugou. As soon as he realized he wasn't gonna get anymore hits in, he ran over to me.

"I'm so so so sorry baby. I never should have let it go on as long as it did." He apologized, pulling me into a hug, then to me feet. I was leaning most of my weight in him, my legs felt like jelly.

"Are they villains?"

"How the hell did they get in?"

"They beat up a student!"

"Someone stop them!"

Oh no.