In My Memories | Suicidal Villain Todoroki x Depressed Bakugou

23 | Villains Rising [2/2]

Katsuki Bakugou

So this asshat was just playing dumb? I ponder as a wave of warmth washes across my back. He—I'll go with that, because it ain't like he can read my thoughts to tell me I'm wrong—knows my full name, and that I'm a student at U.A. How in the hell did he get my number? Then to brazenly ask me if I'm the person he knows I am... Goddammit!

"Shit," I mutter under my fuming breath, setting the plastic container on the nightstand where my phone was previously sitting. "However tough this guy is, he's no match for me. It boils my blood to think that he thinks he can pose a threat like this to me. Shouto wanted me to become the greatest hero, so I'll beat this villain's ass six...no, sixty feet under the damn ground! That's right, Shouto, just watch me!"

Once again scrambling out of my bed, I drag myself out the door of my dorm with my phone in hand and a lour forming at the tips of my lips. I don't care what the damn rules decree—I'm gonna be the very best hero that no one ever was, and I ain't gonna let some rules dictate a half-assed victory on my end. I'll procure my win in any way that I please.

In the dim luminescence of the hallway tinted in a yellow hue leading down to the elevator, I receive another text message. Looking down, it reads:

???: I can almost guarantee that you are currently contemplating confronting me or heading outside, or you are doing either of the two.

Reading the message, I grip my phone in minor apprehension and amble towards the elevator. Did he pry this outta Shitty Hair? I ask myself while descending to the common floor. He's gonna taste defeat so hard that he'll choke on it.

Now strolling onto the common floor, which is steeped in an unsettling silence, I head for the exit while staring blankly at the screen of my phone. Then, without a sound splitting its way into existence, something lands on my shoulder. Surging through my mind is the command to immediately make an attempt to apprehend whoever is behind me if anyone is there at all, but I manage to suppress the impulse, and I wheel around instead.

"Where do you think you're going at this hour?" Aizawa inquires, his eyelids drooping and his lips thinly parted as he sighs.

Relief singes my skin with a jabbing warmth. What an inconvenience. Think of a lie, Katsuki! "Hm? What business is it to you?" I mutter, earning myself a few seconds of thought.

Eyeing my phone, Aizawa settles his gaze back to my eyes. "The idea of a rowdy teenager roaming the streets at night doesn't sound like the wisest decision to allow to slip by," he states, his achromatic voice flatter than a soda left to stand in the heat for a week. "Now, before I ask you what you could possibly be up to at this hour, I need you to be honest with me, kid—" I purse my lips the moment that "kid" springs from his lips— "because I'll find out sooner or later if you decide to answer with lies."

Okay, Dad. Goddamn! "Well, what the hell are you waiting for? I'm not getting any younger." Funny. By pressing him, I'm buying myself more time. I'd say I'm a genius, but that would be a blatant lie.

Aizawa's onyx eyes pierce directly into mine as he straightens his posture and tips his head down a bit to more easily maintain his gaze. "Have you been taking care of yourself?" What the hell? "I've noticed Midoriya transporting additional servings of food to the elevator more frequently as of recently. If something happened, I'm here for you to talk to." His shoulders sag ever so slightly.

"And you assume that's for me? Whatever. I'm fine—I've got a lotta things on my mind." I stretch out my right arm and clasp onto it with my left to appear as if I'm entirely relaxed. "If you're so dubious, go spill your query out to the nerd to see who he's giving it to. I'm sure you were planning on doing that after this conversation unless I'd confirmed he was giving it to me."