34 | The Fall of a Hero

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Katsuki Bakugou

The final day has at last shed its shell and blossomed vividly into a wilted, snarling bramble of serrated vines and torn petals. I never quite anticipated this new repugnant day to tick towards its final destination so swiftly. Nonetheless, my answer has not changed—today will be the day a coalition of villains and a hero is formed. The sun has not yet torn over the twilit ridge of the horizon and cut the land with innumerable tendrils of white and yellow.

I've arrived at a consensus with myself as to the method I'll take to pursue my supposed path to villainy. Although I feel like absolute shit to abandon Deku without any notice, my disappearance will allow the misconception that the villains have kidnapped me. I would greatly prefer to be presumed a target of the villains rather than admitting to having been blackmailed into joining.

Sorry, Deku, but I gotta do this. I'm not about to let all of you die because of me. I can't let you know, either. You'd come after me and get yourself ensnared in the mess I made. I'm leavin' without any message or goodbye. I know you're still gonna come after me eventually, but this, in my mind, is for the best.

Glancing down at my phone, I pull up Todoroki's location and glance around my dorm for the final time. Split in half traditional Japanese style and half standard, somewhat minimalistic style, the dorm room has held three years worth of memories for me. I peer over at the sleeping Kirotoshi, muttering my farewell to him under my breath. Finally, I place my hand on the piano table of Todoroki's piano.

I had some deplorable memories here, but I also had some riveting ones that aren't a pain in my ass to remember. I'll never venture back into this dorm—we've all been preparing for U.A. University for a reason. I wanna take whatever I can with me...but I can't. As much as I hate to admit it, I'm gonna miss your idiotic face, Deku. I'm coming back for you, though. First I gotta be the greatest hero by showing these villains who's boss.

A slow, yet livid sigh escapes my lips. "Now I'm the traitor," I mutter under my breath before exiting my dorm and striding past the familiar walls of U.A.

Been here for three years now, I think while preparing to board the chrome-colored elevator doors slicked with a wavy distortion about their surfaces from the mingling of light, metal, and shadow. Stuck with the same ol' extras for three years. Well, I guess Shouto left and Kiro joined. Still, it's been one helluva ride. Seeing the nerd who I thought was weak, yet I knew wasn't weak in the slightest again, as well as the love interest I could never forget... Meeting Kiri and his gang... Losing Shouto and making amends with Deku... Damn. Like a hydraulic whisper, the elevator doors are torn down the middle with light as they're pulled to the sides. If I could do this all again, what would have happened if I was never the one to raze the relationship the three of us had? I always think about this. I know I shouldn't, but I'm weak—I acknowledge that.

Entering the somber, empty air of the base floor, my stomach jerks up into my throat as I head towards the doors. I'm gonna be with Shouto now, at the least, I attempt to console myself as my heart begins to rattle in my ears. Isn't this what I basically cried my weak ass over every night? I'm gonna be with him now. He ain't too far gone yet. I don't appreciate how much they fucked him up, though! Tch. Again, who the hell am I to judge? Pressing my palms against the glass door, it feels as if I'm contemplating my life decisions for half an eternity before forcing the door open and veiling myself in a wash of darkness.

The damp, sweetish scent of the rain muddled into the concrete below strikes my nostrils as I exhale slowly, resisting the part of me which screams that I've set myself up for meeting the same fate as Todoroki. Although my heart implores me to perpetuate my current senses on the side of the heroes, my mind is far more persuasive with the possible ramifications of refusing it.

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