Katsuki Bakugou
There's no way in hell that S is Shouto! It's not... It's not possible! This has gotta be some nefarious plan that was devised to torture me. This plan damn well is torture! Recalling those memories is already enough of a pain in the ass, but confronting them hurts like hell on a stick!
Liquid fury crawls along the rigid discs of my spine that's being unnaturally bent into a concave arch. I can feel this invasive liquid snaking its way towards my chest. In contrast to that, a subtle sliver of bereavement wedges itself into the gaps between my ribs.
Writhing beneath the weight of the behemoths of ice crushing my body, I cough profusely while S stares down at me with his sardonic...eye. "If you're trying to tell me that you're Shouto, then you better have some goddamn proof that'll make it evident—no, that'll make your claim of being him unequivocal. I'm not about to allow some shitty Shouto impersonator to delude me!"
S raises a sly brow at me, the whisper of a demeaning smirk gripping the edges of his lips. "My suicide note to you was small and red; I placed it in my futon in such a position that the corner stuck out." He fiddles with the watch on his left wrist for a moment before directing his zircon eye to pierce through my being.
"What about it?" I scoff, preparing to detonate the jaws of ice that have seized my body. "Anyone could've placed that damn note there. You've got Toga in the League, no? You're gonna have to hit me harder with some better evidence than that!" While the rain trickles down the bridge of my nose and coats my face, it seems as if the droplets are evaporating from the seething heat being exerted from my body.
Now with the audacity to attempt to reach his hand towards me again, S unfurls his fingers. "You remember what splintered our friendships, right? Ah, yes... Fresh snow had been falling from the blue sky. I'd been wearing a red scarf and a blue jacket. Midoriya wore a forest-green jacket. You wore a white shirt that was partially visible from the zipper of your black coat not being fully zipped. You explained that you disliked the snow and cold because it hindered the utilization of your quirk. Then, that afternoon had I confessed, 'I love you, Midoriya.' Immediately did you accuse me of betrayal, Tsuki. Will that suffice? If so, I will extricate you from the ice which grips you so brutally."
The throbbing vibrations of silence rattle vigorously through my mind as my memories of such an abysmal day tear through my consciousness. Unable to abscond from the memories overflowing and cascading through my entire being, my eyes haplessly peer into a void of white that coalesces into a malignant black.
That day...
Flakes of white flittering. Cold breaths mingling. A spark. Light. Scorching wisps of dandelion and tangerine. Eyes alight and transfixed. White. Snow. A sleek, golden tinge flooding in a transient wave. A jovial symphony of bliss. Pure white powder showering. Frivolous dreams emerging.
That goddamn day! He knows. He...remembers. This day is in his memories. No. A quirk could be active on him. I refuse to believe this bullshit. Absolutely not!
"Which is worse, Katsuki: accepting a repugnant truth, or falling prey to blissful deceit?" Scrutinizing my eyes with his single eye, it's as if he's covertly imploring me to present the topic of his eye; he now proceeds to continue speaking. "I only have one functional eye—" his fingers swerve towards the fringe swept over his left eye, brushing it to the side and lifting the eyepatch concealing his eye— "because I thrust a shard of ice into it whilst on the rooftop with you and Midoriya. Rain was pouring. After you commanded Midoriya to fetch Aizawa, you attempted to talk some sense into me. I expatiated my beliefs on how I was depriving you of happiness and how I was worthless. You told me not to ever think as I did again, and that I was invaluable to you. Remember, Katsuki? I said that I would not alter my views on that night. After that, I jumped. Then how am I alive, you may wonder. You heard my body smacking the ground, I assume. Toga happened to witness everything—I will omit her reasoning—and proceeded to transport me to the League with the aid of Kurogiri. They injected me with a drug to swiftly augment and amplify my natural healing capabilities, but whether or not it would be a permanent effect was tentative." He now slides the left sleeve of his shirt up to reveal a scar in the shape of an X on his wrist.
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In My Memories | Suicidal Villain Todoroki x Depressed Bakugou
Fanfiction[Please refrain from reading this fic. It's old, and I had no idea what I was doing. You will cringe at my writing. Please do yourself a favor here.] Shouto Todoroki is the childhood friend of Katsuki Bakugou and Izuku Midoriya, but once he confesse...
