His imaginary friend, a MHA story

•Chapter 1: Eyes that could talk•

I wasn't supposed to die.

"Defenseless, pathetic Deku. Take my advice, and take a swan dive off the roof." I looked down on him, metaphorically and physically. I kicked his head down the empty classroom, and the rest of his limbs followed.

Naturally, he denied shit. Waving his hands as though to wipe a misunderstanding. Passing his hand through his thick messy green hair nervously and scratching the freckles on his cheek. Like a baby.

"I swear, I don't want to pick a fight with you! I just-"

"DAMN YOU! DEKUUUU! YOU THINK YOU'RE BETTER THAN ME, THAT'S IT, HUH??!" I faced him, looking at this pathetic mess of a Deku.
Yeah, we was definitely thinking he was better than me. Well, guess what, big shot?

I bullied him... constantly. Every day, every minute we were in the same room, I would snicker and shake him up like the frail piece of shit he was. I even burned his happy, stupid hero notebook. He must've snapped ages ago, and finally told me that he was better than me. That was what he truly thought, I thought. So every day, until he would finally admit it, I would push him to tell me, tell me that exactly. Because once he did, then I could properly blow his mind, and shatter the fuck out of his dreams about being a hero. The guy doesn't even have a quirk, and can't put up with my awesomeness, so for him to defeat villains, win the fight? That was just funny, really.

Even so, he never once doubted our so-called friendship, even when he went home with a nosebleed or a black eye. He would look back at me with watering eyes, but never with the look of hatred. And that really was the last straw. The strong beat up the weak to take their spot. It's human. It's natural. It's supposed to be that way.

Supposed to be.

Even when I beat him up, laugh at him, mock him, despise him... he still considered me as a friend. He still looked out for me, like... like he was looking down on me. With eyes that say, "You don't look too good. Let me help you, weakling." I don't need your goddamn help. I wouldn't accept it from you anyway. These fucking eyes... REALLY pissed me off. Shouldn't you be depressed or something? Not that I care. He's too weak.

Ever since we were kids. All day, pestering me about my quirk. My quirk is fucking amazing. I can blow up shit at will. All of that thanks to my sweat. And he would keep saying, "I bet when I get my quirk, it's gonna be just as awesome as yours, Kacchan!" Like THAT'S ever going to happen. No one's cooler than me, not even All Might. I'll surpass that old man one day, just you see. That's when I'll be the top of the top. The best of the best. The strongest. I bet I already am.

Then I saw one day. Something.

Everything.

We were on the roof of the school. I chased him all the way up there, and he had finally stopped for breath. Seriously? I could go on for hours. This little game of fun tag will be over in an instant. So weak.

"Come on, Deku, you're already tired? I thought you were gonna be a hero? Fucking idiot." I punched my palm while emitting explosion. Yeah, I bet I look REAL terrifying right now.

The wind was carrying particules of  those stupid looking dandelions, like white, stick-like fluff. The sun was setting, casting a shadow behind us. What the fuck? How long have I been running? Whatever. I'll finish him off and go home.