🌸O N L Y F O R Y O U🌸 ||Kacchako||

CHAPTER SIX: When friendship turns to hate

(Third person POV- I will only write like this if I need to showcase two people's POVs and/or more than one character's feelings at once in a given situation. This story is mainly Katsuki Bakugou's pov but Uraraka gets shown a bit as well. Now just sit back and enjoy :3
You will see Later on in this chapter that one of the other flashbacks connect with a previous one :) )

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      Katsuki Bakugou. Spiky, blonde hair, explosive-looking, even. Sharp, piercing red eyes; could send shivers up your spine with just one look. Extremely intelligent. Aggressive. Quick to anger and slow to apologize. Always speaks his mind. Very, very egotistical. He was praised as if he was a God from a very young age, and it has gone to his head ever since. Always more-than.
      Izuku Midoriya. Quite the opposite, actually. Curly, fluffy green hair. Rosy tinted cheeks, sprinkled with countless freckles. Big, wondrous green eyes, always admiring from afar. Quick-witted; Brain never stops thinking. Mind can venture into empty voids, studying its wonderful features. Always put down, never admired for his given talents. Always less-than.
      Two extremely different boys, opposite, yet the same. So different, yet so similar. One group. One leader, one adoring follower. One busting with talent and pride, his ego making him sensitive. One never appreciated. Considered talentless, admiring everyone from afar. When friendship turns to hate....

      Bakugou and Midoriya were childhood friends. Well, friends is too strong of a word. More like, they were forced.
      Their mothers knew each other in high school, they carried on to be friends in university.
      Bakugou always resented his household. It was loud. It was obnoxious. His mother would always lecture him.
      At night, Bakugou would always wonder 'what have I done wrong? I'm the best! Why does mom not love me?' As his eyes filled up with tears like a glass cup, overflowing, unable to contain all that its contents hold.
      His mother did, in fact, love him. It was he that was the problem. You see, Katsuki was admired
from a very young age. Was told he was a "prodigy".
      His leadership skills were impeccable from a very young age, his intelligence was off the charts and he had very high combat and fighting skills with no training whatsoever. He was amazing.
      His mother did not want him to get in trouble. She may be violent, and every night she regrets it. She regrets that she isn't as maternal as Mrs. Midoriya or the other mothers. But it's the only thing she knows.
      She knows Katsuki acts the way he does partially because of the habits she influenced him of. She is unable to express deep love and affection, and it had rubbed off the wrong way on her son.
      Her son. Her adorable, innocent, new-to-the world baby boy. Her only child.
      Mitsuki Bakugou just wants her son to learn. She wants him to grow so that one day, he can find a woman who will love and adore him for all his little quirks and his bits and pieces.
      She hopes that one day he will be selfless and not selfish. That he will love and care for someone as much as they do for him. That he will learn that sometimes, actions speaks louder than words. She hopes that one day, he will open up and love. Love someone in a way she never got to express for him. That he can be better than she ever was at loving.
      But Bakugou doesn't understand all this. He is too simple minded. He never had a true friend. And this is why he envies Izuku.
      Izuku has a caring mother. She gives him hugs and kisses him goodnight. She cuddles him and feeds him. She doesn't slap him. She doesn't yell at him. She cares for him. She loves him.
      Izuku is loved. This is why everyone appreciates the good guys; they're nice. Obviously. Watchers and readers alike never look deep into the so called "villain"'s past, they only see the rough, evil exterior.
      But Bakugou doesn't want to be the villain. He wants to be loved! He doesn't care if he's not nice or friendly like Izuku. He will earn the love he never received. No matter what it takes, he will earn it. If it takes a million tries, he will earn it. Because he deserves it.
      Truth be told, Katsuki Bakugou doesn't know a damn thing about love. He'd rather be loved than love someone. He thinks love is a one way street; only he deserves the love.
      That is why he is the leader of a group, a group in which all the members follow him because they are scared. That is why Bakugou puts on an act, an act that he is the best.
       An act so no one can see how he truly is. So no one can find his vulnerability. Because if people can spot it, then he is done for. He wants to be loved. He wants to be cared for. He wants to belong.
      He's struggling behind his "prodigy" act. He really is. Who am I? Will someone eventually love me? Why can't I be like everyone else?
      Katsuki. Izuku. So different yet so similar. So misunderstood yet people act as if they figured them out already. So different. So similar.
 
      Izuku has always been a crybaby. He was teased for it. He was never as good as Katsuki, or anyone else to be exact. They all had their talents. He had nothing.
      He couldn't do 94 keep-ups with a soccer ball like Kacchan. He couldn't beat up a kid like kacchan. Kacchan was incredible.
      Izuku always envied Katsuki. Katsuki had it all. He was like a real-life super hero all wrapped up in a third-grader. He was tough. He was smart. He was strong. He was a leader. He was everything Izuku dreamed of becoming, yet could never.
      Izuku's mom would always tell him that he was her hero. That he was amazing; that he was destined to do amazing things.
     At night Izuku would lay in bed and wonder, 'why am I not like everyone else? Why can't I do things Kacchan can do? Am I not good enough?'
      He always admired from afar. He always looked up at Katsuki with twinkling eyes, always giving him endless praises and feeding him his endless adoration.
      He aspired to be like Katsuki. It wasn't fair that Izuku had to work twice, no, triple as hard just to be a third of what everyone else was. Just to be a quarter of what Katsuki was.
      He wanted to be strong. But he wasn't. Izuku was weak. He was a cry baby. He always got up after falling down, though tears stinged his eyes like salt to the wound.
     He wanted to be a prodigy; as intelligent as Katsuki. But he wasn't. He had to take notes, faster each time to keep up with Kacchan's amazing God-given talent.
     He wanted to be a leader. He wanted that more than anything. He wanted to be someone's hero. But he wasn't. He was sacred. He always had been. He was and always will be a timid little boy, admiring from far away. Never good enough.