heather (bakudeku)

1. end of the beginning

Deku's POV

I guess in a way, my admiration for All Might did bring me to step a foot in this place. UA, a prestigious school to help me train for a better future. My so-called passion for being a hero. It was hard at first, trying to go through training without a specific gene that could make it easier, less harsh. A quirk. I didn't have it.

When I saw Kacchan being hurdled by a villain, my brain thought to myself about what the overcome will be. My mind flooded with emotions, mixed like a strong tide pulling the pieces of bitter cold emotions to the sea. It was aggravating, having to see him struggle to breathe. I wanted to save him. My feet ran out, it just moved so easily. But really, inside I was scared for my life. I knew though, back then, right there, it was the right decision.

Though he seemed to be neglected by my actions, I could see how brave he was trying to be even knowing that he could face death. My heart pulsated in the strongest rhythm. He was screaming but not in fear, simply a coping mechanism for him to keep going and pushing all his strength. I kept tugging on the villains slimy body, allowing myself to keep saying the word "Kacchan!" Right in front of him. He didn't seem to like it at all, my company. Perhaps that was because he thinks I'm taking pity on him, I never did. I knew he could handle this path on his own and it wasn't a difficult fathom that I wouldn't be able to do anything to change the situation. My mind convinced myself that in ages ever since I met him.

Bakugo was capable, independent, someone which such a superiority complex but that doesn't get me enough reasons to complain about him. He was proud of himself, he knew he was composed, he knew he was able to make it through on his own without the help of others. Maybe that's why he pushes everyone out of his way and treat them like plebeians, more or so. To withdraw from his own weakness on gaining a soft spot from anyone. So that he'll be composed.

I clearly saw that. It was easy to read through him merely because it was written all over his face. Someone with superiority complex didn't want anyone knowing their weakness, so they avoid it in the biggest way possible. And to him, it was his emotions. His expressiveness in handling and tolerating the fact that it was okay to have other people by his side. That it was okay for needing help and depending on people. He didn't need to do everything on his own, but he would never understand that.

I was still screaming out his name, I didn't mind the fact that I was risking my life for it. My legs just leaped through this deep hole without thinking. Jumping through the hardest obstacles without worrying what was down in the pit, it didn't matter as long as I reached my goal in surviving. Kacchan was suffocating, he let out loud screeches through his muffled mouth. Stuffed with slime, while his whole body was being devoured by a substance that could barely take any damage from heroes that were trying to help the both of us.

And as life flashes through us before we know it, our savior, current greatest hero, All Might came to save us. He knew he was surpassing his limits, he was holding his breath trying to stop himself from coughing out blood. But as a hero should, he risked his own life in trying to save the lives of people who he barely knew. Something that you don't see everyday.

You see, I was just trapping myself in a predicament purposely when I know I shouldn't have. I had the option to stay still and cry out for him and do it effortlessly if I wanted to. But I decided to run to him because I didn't want him to go through anything alone. I didn't care if it offended his boundaries on trying to portray himself as someone who was overflowing with pride. I wanted to be there for him, emotionally, physically. Constantly reassuring him that I didn't care if he treated me like the worst person he's ever met, maybe I was, but that's an understatement for another chapter.