Split In 2 (My Villain Shoto Todoroki Origin)

🤍I Am No Hero❤️

Todoroki arrived back to school the next week. He got many stares, mostly due to the bandages he constantly wore over his left eye. Todoroki ignored the stares, but he wanted to scream at all of them to leave him alone. He hated people. He hated Heros. He hated everyone. Todoroki distanced himself from his classmates, barely interacting with them. Even his teachers weren't spared from his cold shoulder treatment. Todoroki only gave one word answers most of the time. But mostly, he was just mute. And that wasn't the only thing..wrong with him.

Midoriya could recall Todoroki-Kun's visible eye twitching every so often. His hands were always busy. Either drawing, cracking his knuckles, tapping on the desk, or being gnawed on like they were chew toys. His would also constantly bounce his knee. 
Another thing the class found odd, was Todoroki's seemingly new fascination with Bakugou. He would take notes about him, mutter how his quirk might affect his attitude, take pencils he dropped, and even collect pieces of his ripped up clothing after training. 
But, that wasn't the creepiest things Shoto had begun to do.

He would collect small items he stole from Katsuki's dorm room. He would cut pieces of his hair off. He went as far as to collect his blood from when he would train or accidentally get hurt. For some reason, seeing Bakugou's blood excited him. Yet, when he saw someone else bleed, he didn't care as much. Blood. Such an important substance. Something needed to survive but was called gross and messy. Todoroki would never understand the people who claim they hate the sight of blood. It was such a beautiful color! And it felt so warm when it leaked from a fresh wound.

Todoroki wanted Bakugou. 
He wanted his confidence.
He wanted his quirk.
He wanted his looks.
He wanted his voice.
He wanted his clothes.
He wanted his body.
He wanted his blood.
He wanted his life.

' So weird to be in love. '
Todoroki thought as a lovesick smile spread across his face.
What was weird about this crush, was that Todoroki not only wanted Katsuki to himself, he wanted to kill him. He knew for a fact that Bakugou didn't feel the same way, so what's the use for him being alive? He could kill Katsuki, have him as a doll. That way, he'd have no choice but to love Shoto. Him and only him. No one else. Just him. 

Todoroki walked into class, seeing his desk haven been written on. Stepping closer, wanting to read what was written. Todoroki hummed, attempting to rub off the marker. It was permanent. Bakugou helped do this. Todoroki could tell.

Bastard
Son of a false hero
Dabi's brother
Villain
Jump off the roof
Die already
Cut yourself
Faggot
Creep
Freak
Ugly
Bitch-boy
Get therapy if your so sad
Faker
You'll never be a pro hero
' He must really care about me. ' Todoroki felt his cheeks get warm as he smiled. Todoroki sat down at his desk, starting to draw in his book. 

At training, Bakugou was put up against Todoroki. Neither could be more thrilled. Today was the same that it had been last time, combat training. But this time, Todoroki held nothing back. Absolutely nothing. He barely was using his ice now, which set off red flags. He was so fast with his attacks that Bakugou could only manage to dodge just before he got hit.
 The classrooms that got a view of the training grounds watched on in shock. 
"Settle down Todoroki!" Aizawa shouted, starting to get worried.
Shoto ignored him, grinning as he went even harder. ' If I want to be more like him, ' Todoroki thought as he licked his lips, ' i'll have to act as ruthless as him! '

"S-settle down Icy-Hot bastard!!" Bakugou managed to choke out as he leapt out of another fire blast. This was getting out of control. Even for him.
"Isn't this what you wanted Katsuki?" Todoroki asked, which was the most he had said in the last few days. Bakugou's blood ran cold, almost stopping what he was doing completely. Bakugou yelled, making a huge explosion that knocked Todoroki off his feet. Before he got a chance to get back up, Bakugou pinned Todoroki to the ground by his wrists.