Katsuki Bakugou
The suffocating wringing of the brutally charred, deafeningly wailing heart in my chest as it writhes feverishly makes it feel as if a bullet of liquid nitrogen has torn through my head. My creaking, groaning insides twist tightly into knots. It feels like the entirety of my body is shriveling up into a shell curling in on itself towards a fetal position, yet my stance is steady.
Shigaraki's unfaltering, beady stare of vermilion reprimands the mere thought of impetuously unfurling my whip of acute fury, so I bite my tongue and bolt my jaw shut to prevent my qualms from slipping out.
There's no way in hell I'm murdering my mom! I inwardly yowl, attempting to repress the maelstrom of turmoil spiraling left and right, leaping this way and that way through my mind. No, I... I'll never admit it, but my parents are invaluable to me! Yeah, sometimes my mom makes me feel like absolute shit about myself, but it's not like she's saying anything I don't agree with. That's not enough to justify a goddamn murder. My dad doesn't deserve to have to live with that kind of grief. His only son goes missing from U.A.—unbeknownst to him, that son is among the villains—and shows up again to slaughter his wife? He didn't do anything to ever deserve that kind of treatment.
Todoroki nods as Kurogiri envelops the two of us into an all-encompassing vortex of shadows mingling with the very existence of the light. "Understood," he states, his hollow words falling like glass shattering on the floor.
What the hell do I do?
In an instant, the purple tendrils of smog obscuring my vision dissipate, slinking away like kelp into an ebbing tide. Reality, unveiled in all of its gelid radiance, glares a morose glare through my being. The light which was severed from my vision scorches my skin, binding my limbs in a sweltering film.
That's my damn house.
An autonomous footstep of mine shuffles towards the front door as a brief flash of frost chills my skin.
Katsuki, you aren't a submissive dog. What happened to your perverse nature? Your recalcitrant tendencies? Stand the fuck up for yourself!
The front door smiles at me as I reach for the knob. Staring blankly at the familiar knob that I would turn every single day returning home from school, it begins to split and melt, coalescing into what I would classify as a delusion.
Dad isn't even home right now. Dammit. They arranged this all to fall into place. No, that's just what I'm telling myself. I need to stop deceiving myself with all these damn lies. I've seen how they can corrupt someone. If it hadn't been for Shouto and Deku, I may as well have drowned in my own lies.
Rolling my eyes behind my shoulder, I note that Kurogiri is no longer present. "Shouto?" I inquire, my voice a sonorous ripple through the air while my outstretched hand quivers at the foot of the door. "Yes?" he replies, his pupils sprinting to meet mine. "Were you aware of this heinous machination of theirs?" I sigh through the thicket of silence slathering the jovial light stretching down from the late morning sun. "I was informed as recently as you were, Katsuki." The alluring smile gracing his lips doesn't quite fit the frame of his deathly hollow countenance.
Damn. He didn't know, either? Is he fine with this? He knows but he didn't react with anything but a submissive concession. I know he said he likes to kill, which still sends damn shivers down my spine to think about, but he refused to assassinate me and has been protecting my class. Is he...putting on a facade to act the part in the play for them? Is that what he meant by double-edged and playing two roles? Goddamn, or am I overthinking this? Lies, truth? What's what?
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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...
