A Fallen Hero

Reconciliation?

"Aw man," Midoriya whined as the class herded into the locker rooms. "Can't believe I have to take the supplemental class tomorrow." The Yuuei student looked over to Todoroki who was fixed on someone in the distance. Midoriya trailed his gaze over to where Todoroki's lingered. "How'd you fail Todoroki?" he asked as he glazed his eyes over the blonde who held his gaze.

Bakugou had his shirt up over his head his muscle flexed as he struggled to undress. The blonde winced as he freed his arms his hands reaching for his chest. The frustrated blonde leant against the locker with his forearm and clenched the hand that was over his chest. The flesh had begun to blister and bruise. The impact site was a deep magenta the wound extensive with intricate lesions that webbed out from the site and tapered along his shoulders like a budding fern.

The blonde lowered his head into his arm his tresses shrouding his expression. "Dammit," he mumbled cocking his arm forward into the steel door. The room fell silent his classmates looking over too him.

"Kacchan," Midoriya muttered without realization catching the attention of his classmate.

Bakugou fixed on those greens and was all too familiar with that worrisome expression. "Tsk," he huffed scooping up the articles on the bench. The blonde stormed off without bothering to dress, shirt still in hand.

"Kacchan, wait," Midoriya called after him following behind. Midoriya was still trailing behind him when Bakugou reached his room.

The blonde turned to his classmate inflating his chest to deter him from following any further. "End of the line nerd."

"Ka...chan," the words trailed off his tongue with a lingering angst. "You should at least see recovery girl," he advised gaze fixed on the wound. There was a churning in his stomach a sense of guiltiness that hovered over him like a storm cloud.

"I'm not weak like you Deku." Bakugou narrowed his eyes accentuating the cruel name he'd given to the once quirkless boy.

Midoriya took a step back his head lowered. Bakugou went to shut his door when Midoriya held it in place. "Kacchan's not being fair."

"Fair? What are we in grade school?" Bakugou snorted.

The blonde raised a brow "Oh, are we playing middle school again? Are you going to pretend to care about my wellbeing? You still want to follow me even though you've finally made some friends? You don't have to stick so closely to me anymore. I'm sure round-face or glasses will let you play pet."

Bakugou stretched out his arm his face contorting. "Or is it that you like to be abused?" he mocked grabbing a cluster of green tresses. The blonde yanked the sulking child into his room tossing him into the end of his bed. Bakugou walked towards the kid who was finding his composure still knelt against the footboard.

"So is that it?" Bakugou grimaced edging closer.

"No...Kacchan..." Midoriya trailed.

"Kacchan, Kacchan, KACCHAN!" Bakugou barked.

Midoriya shut his eyes, as Bakugou's voice grew louder. He didn't know how to react and didn't want to provoke him any further. It was his fault that Bakugou was hurt and it was his fault that he was mad. If he hadn't been so useless the two wouldn't have to take supplemental classes. If he hadn't been so useless his friend wouldn't have be hurt.

"Who told you it was okay for you to call me that?" the blonde gritted, fist now clenched.

"But we're..." Midoriya tried to interject but was immediately quieted by the blonde's roar.

"We're what? Childhood friends? Hmph, who are you kidding? There is no need to pretend no more Deku. You have your friends, that power of yours, Almight's support, what else could you possibly want?" Bakugou words hit harder that he expected when voiced out loud. The reasons for this pain...the sense of inferiority all steamed from that green haired freak across from him. Bakugou hated him because through all the difficulties in life he always managed to keep his composure. He had a temperament he wished he had. Had more resolve then he could ever match. Is that the reason Almight chose him?