In My Memories | Suicidal Villain Todoroki x Depressed Bakugou

13 | All Together Again

Katsuki Bakugou

After stripping out of my sagging clothes and pulling on a fresh pair, I returned to the bustling cheer of the party for an hour, like I'd promised. During that time, Kirishima and Kaminari bombarded me with a barrage of questions relating to Todoroki, but for the sake of both of our sanities, I deceitfully explained that he had gone to bed; this dismissed any lingering questions they might have had swirling about their mindless heads. Before I knew it, Aizawa also decided to partake in dragging nails along a chalkboard through his query of Todoroki's absence.

I crossed paths with Deku once more, and upon this encounter transpiring, his expression warped into a scowl. His demeaning eyes were like daggers, and I was unable to restrain myself from snapping my jaws shut and baring my fangs at him—at the moment, it felt like it was absolutely necessary to ascertain my dominance.

"You look at me like that again and I'll burn your eyes out," I'd hissed virulently.

"Try me," he countered with a devilish smirk. "Are you really saying that? Or are you bluffing to hide the fact that you're weak, Kacchan?" If that smile had had a name, I wouldn't have hesitated to write it on my list.

Piece. Of. SHIT. "Who the hell do you think you're talking to, Deku? You're a nobody that's useless—worthless." I'd taken a slow, meticulous approach towards him, but not once was he daunted.

Deku laughed quietly to himself, rendering his voice as nearly inaudible over the convivial coexistence of music and chatter. "At least I wasn't the one cowardly enough to try and jump off a roof to escape from here," he spits. "And I know a lot more about you and Todoroki than you think. I know why he left. I asked Sero to bring sparkling water to the party."

The hell's Todoroki got against sparkling water? Wait. No. He wasn't close enough to recognize it was sparkling water, and he merely glanced at the bottles before leaving. I was fooled into thinking it was champagne until I got to read the label. So then it must be champagne, alcohol, or glass. I'll assume the penultimate option, but I guess glass is also valid. Tch, champagne's also valid. Goddammit!

"Burn in hell, asshole!" I began winding up to pummel his ass into the ground, but I came to the realization that I was impulsively planning on striking him, and responded by suspending my fist in the air. "Tch. Y'know, I was gonna say that I was sorry, but now you've validated my detestation of you. If you're gonna be a hero's villain, walk your pathetic ass out the door before I burn it off and your insides sag onto the ground. Hear me?"

"Sounds to me like you're getting aggressive—maybe possessive would serve as better diction. Did he stop you from killing yourself? Just think about it for a minute, Kacchan. Or are you too impatient to wait an entire minute?"

It felt as if the damn nerd had been scraping my dignity through a bed of barbed wire while my head was sawed in half. He deserves to rot six feet under, but...if I keep lunging for his throat, there's gonna be a day when he can't block me. Tch. If he keeps at this, he's gonna turn into me, and even I never want to see someone like me roaming the halls and streets. After sighing and digging my nails into the palms of my hands, I waved the nerd my farewell and ambled along to the elevator.

Now here I stand at the foot of the door to my dorm, jiggling the knob to check if it's unlocked. Astonishingly, the knob emits a few metallic clunks and refuses to freely rotate around. So I unlock the door and step inside, which reveals that Todoroki is sleeping in his futon.

Didn't even bother to turn off the lights, huh? I think to myself, tiptoeing towards the soundly sleeping Half 'n Half fool. Damn are you cute when you sleep. I could watch you all night without boring myself. A smile curves on my lips as I turn around and flick the light off, steeping the room in an all-encompassing darkness.