Chapter 9- What comes next

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Izuku Midoriya was never the strong type, oh no.

He was much more muscular now, yes, but still skinny. He defeated his enemies through quick thinking and wit, and little brawn. He had an enthusiasm and determination that many others lacked. He worked hard constantly with ambition. He had these qualities that no one could quite beat.

That's why, if All Might had said so, he would've become a hero. Okay, maybe not the best hero, maybe not the number one hero, but he would've. It would've taken hard work, harder than everyone else, but he would have. He could have. He didn't need a quirk to surpass his competition. Perhaps that is why he was such a threat. But All Might never understood that. Kacchan never understood that. His mother never understood that. 

No one quite understood that. 

Yet.

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"Wake up, Kacchan!"

Bakugou's eyes opened sluggishly. He tried to move, but upon attempting to do so, his body was wracked with incredible pain, specifically in his back. He groaned in pain. He tried to touch his back, but his arm was stopped by a chain that held him down to a poll. He blinked the blur from his eyes and looked around. He spotted Deku, smug as ever, sitting on a chair with his leg crossed over the other. Bakugou scowled at him.

"What the fuck did you do to me?..." 

Then he remembered. Memories came flooding back to him, so suddenly he thought for a short moment he'd drown in them. He recalled, with humiliation, allowing himself to be coaxed into Deku's sick trap. He had been crying for forgiveness, much like his subconsciousness had been internally crying for forgiveness from his guilt. He wanted so badly to forgive him. And he did. He forgave him. He wanted Deku back- the old Deku. The only that kept searching for his dreams despite what Bakugou told him. But he was sourly disappointed when he was met with a knife through his back instead.

It was painful, yes, but beyond a physical extent. It told him the reality of the situation; the old Deku was gone, and was replaced by a monster he had created. Everything was falling apart, and it was entirely his fault. It made him so angry, but not anyone but himself. He didn't think bullying someone could have this big of an effect. Deku spoke, and his voice broke Bakugou out of his daze. 

"Aw Kacchan, you don't remember? 'Please Kacchan, forgive me! Please!'" He mimicked himself and then burst into giggles. His face suddenly hardened into a serious expression. He spoke with bitterness as he said, "I'll make you regret the thought of forgiveness." 

"Dammit Deku..." He muttered, looking down at the floor in shame. Then, he looked over at Icy-Hot. Oi, he wasn't looking so good. He was covered in splotches of ice and was shivering in his sleep. He must've overused his power trying to defeat the damn nerd. Figures. 

"The damn weakling. Won't even use his perfectly good power."

Deku knelt beside Bakugou's body, who was slouching against a pole he was tied up against. His chest was bare, the wound in his chest filled with cotton and wrapped up with bandages. His muscles tensed as Deku got close to his face, so close he could feel his breath brush his cheek.

"You'll be good for me now, right, Kacchan?"

Bakugou shifted away uncomfortably. "What're you getting at, you damn..."

Deku quieted him with a soft kiss on the cheek, seamlessly setting them on fire. His lips felt gentle and smooth, as though it still held a bit of his former self in it. His new personality was rough and sinister, and his lips felt as though they didn't belong on such a boy. But they might've belonged at some point. 

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