In My Memories | Suicidal Villain Todoroki x Depressed Bakugou

36 | Palace of Memories

Shouto Todoroki

Scanning the interior of Bakugou's house for any sign of movement, Bakugou's composed, perfunctory voice caresses my ears. "Before this goes down, though, I need to ask: do you like being a villain?" Such grave solemnity in his voice is rather unusual.

I am ashamed of what I have done and what I am doing, yet everything feels eerily right. I feel at home here. Here, I am allowed to be who I am without being reviled. Although my relationships aren't entirely stable, I feel welcomed, and I do not fear being persecuted or judged. Dabi is arguably the exception, yet even still, something about him seems to be quite caring. He seems oddly fascinated with me, as well as referring to me by first and last name.

With my attention still fixed on detecting any movement from within the house, I reply, "Although I abhor what it is I am doing and the fact that these acts yield pleasure to me, remaining among these villains feels comforting. Those execrated by society typically have nowhere to go. Here in the niche League, I am not shunned for simply being the person I am. If I were to call myself a supposed 'hero' of sorts, the result would be ignominious. Why should I live in fear of simply being me? I am acutely aware that I have lost the privilege to be called human, according to those in your hero society. Then tell me...what am I if I cannot be called human? Who are we that have lost the right to be called human? Can you tell me that?" Before Bakugou can answer, my left hand erupts with a flare of scarlet and tangerine ribbons waggling in the wind.

The window is tinged with a coal-black as my flames crawl along the entirety of the pane of glass, soon liquifying the solid substance into a thick, ardently burning and semi-transparent pool highlighted with orange. Once the majority of the window has melted away, I create a sizable stepping stone of ice to make our entrance into the household as silent as possible.

This is my first assassination mission without any prior knowledge regarding the target's recent homelife, habits, and routine. Regardless, I am quite confident in my abilities to be capable of successfully carrying out this task.

I feel terrible for him and his mother, yet I do not feel guilty. I feel abysmal that I am the executioner in such an inauspicious play of puppets, yet it simply feels like I am performing my duty.

Stealthily slinking into the household and scrutinizing my familiar surroundings, a flood of fractured memories squirm towards the surface of my mind. A violent twinge of pain thunders through my head while I sidle up to a nearby wall to begin my inspection for noise. My eyes snag the sight of a fake potted plant.

"The terrible villain Katsuki Bakugou has Shouto cornered!" Bakugou exclaimed triumphantly, fingers curled like an animal as he began to corner me by the fake potted plant resting in the corner.

"But what's this?" Midoriya chimed in, leaping out from seemingly nowhere with his All Might onesie on. "All Might shows up to single-handedly take down Katsuki Bakugou and save the day! Never fear. Why? Because I am here!" Approaching Bakugou, he began winding up a fist. "Detroit Smash!"

"Gah!" Bakugou cried out, collapsing to the floor at Midoriya's soft touch of his knuckles to Bakugou's cheek.

"You saved me!" I gasped, looking up to Midoriya as he grinned confidently.

Katsuki and Midoriya were extremely close. I tended to be the loner of the group. If anything, I would have presumed that Katsuki was in love with Midoriya rather than me.

I glance into the kitchen and notice the oven as a faint tap shudders through the thin walls, alerting me that Mitsuki Bakugou is in her room.

The three of us had been baking cookies and were in a dispute on how many chocolate chips to add.