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"Thank you... Kachan..."

I dropped Deku from my grip as soon as I heard him say that nickname that he had given me when we were kids. Deku coughed after he landed harshly on the ground. I stumbled back, the shock of who Deku really was giving my brain a headache. Deku was Deku. Not some fake copy. Deku was really... Alive... He was moving, breathing, talking, doing everything that he used to do. Finally... I finally found him...

And I almost killed him... I almost killed the one I love. How the hell could I do that!? How the he'll could I hurt Deku!?

"... Why did you let me go..?" Deku questioned. I was too stuck in my own mind to realize that he even spoke.

"Tell me! Why did you let me go!?" Deku's sudden shout made me turn my attention to him. He was looking up at me from his seated position, tears flowing down his face. I frowned.

"Why the hell would I kill the one I love..?" I asked calmly, my mind still in a state of slight shock. Deku lowered his head and rolled his hands into fists.

"Kill me! I don't care if you love me or not! Just end my pain!" Deku screamed. My eyes widened. The pain that his voice portrayed... It hurt just to hear it.

"Kill me! Please!" He sobbed. I crouched down and put my hand on his shoulder, only for him to abruptly slap my hand away, "Don't touch me unless you want to kill me!"

I brought my arm back and rested it on my knee, "Deku..."

"Bakugou! Did the plan work!?" Uraraka's voice vibrated through my ear. I got up while keeping my gaze on Deku. Uraraka and Pyro ran by my side. I shook my head.

"Like fuck it did," I growled.

"What... Happened..?" Uraraka and Pyro looked down at Deku's crying form.

"Shit did. After Pyro separated Phthonus from Deku, me and Deku fought... And during that fight, Phthonus was killed by some other guy..." My voice started to fade away.

"Why does Deku have hand marks around his neck?" Uraraka asked. I looked down in shame.

"Bakugou... Tell us the rest of the story," Uraraka ordered softly. I curled my hands into a fist.

" I-... I-..." Tears cascaded silently down my face, so unlike the rushing waves of a river. So unlike me. Me, Bakugou Katsuki, crying in front of others. They were probably laughing at me inside their heads. Bakugou Katsuki, the crybaby. But now, that didn't matter to me as much as Deku did.

"I tried to fucking kill him! I had it in my fucking stupid brain that he wasn't... That he wasn't Deku..! That Deku would never do this..! I'm so... Fucking... Stupid... " I shook my head, trying to stop the tears that were ever-present on my cheeks. My eyes, darker then beautiful rubys, became filled with hate. Hate for what I had done. Hate for I was about to do. Hate for myself.

A heavy silence overcame us. No one spoke a single word. All that filled the empty space was the sound of Deku's sobbing.

"Deku..?" Pyro spoke her first words to Deku, who completely ignored her. She then walked up to Deku and crouched down beside him.

She made a feeble attempt at making him laugh, "Do you... Want some mushrooms?"

Deku didn't respond. Pyro reached for his shoulder, but Deku slapped her hand away.

"Don't touch me! Not unless you're gonna kill me!" Deku screamed. Pyro's eyes widened at what Deku said. How could such a soft, lovable broccoli-haired boy become so... Depressing?