So, this is just the product of me procrastinating. But I saw someone have this idea on... Tik Tok? I think it was on Tik Tok. But when I saw it, I couldn't resist. So uh, enjoy? Or not, I dunno. It's not that great, but have a read if you want? - CiCi

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 "...and that's how I became the world's greatest hero!.." The narrating voice said, drifting out of the scene of carnage. Shigaraki is shown being hauled away by the police, and then locked up in Tartarus Prison.

The hero, Deku, is shown passed out. He is covered in injuries, several areas of his costume torn off, or disintegrated. He is rushed to the hospital, and several doctors are shown hovering around him. The view fades to black, changing its scene.

"...or at least, that's how the nerd would've told it," The voice changes, belonging to none other than Bakugou Katsuki.

We see him standing, looking towards the ground. He's holding an umbrella, the same bright red as Deku's shoes. Rain falls, a soft pitter-patter on the ground. He's dressed in all black, his face contorted with grief and age. The blonde is stood in front of a stone, a single rose in front. He'd put the rose there, a nod of respect to his old rival. His rival, who died saving the world. His rival, who should've been there still.

He's older, now. It's been a few years. He's become the number one hero. In the past, he'd said that's what he was aiming for. It was his goal. But, it felt... wrong. Like, he wasn't supposed to be in that spot. Like someone else was supposed to have it. Like he didn't deserve it.

Because he didn't.

Because no matter how much the world had moved on. No matter how many times he saved someone. No matter how much he hung out with his friends, happy. No matter what, he couldn't get past it. Deku was supposed to be here, not him. So why wasn't he?

The world will always look up to him. It's inevitable. They'll remember the number one hero, Kacchan. Not the hero who never got a chance to debut. Not the hero who saved the world. Not the hero who died before he could gain any fame. Because that's all it is, isn't it?

Fame?

People don't care about what others actually do. They only care about how much publicity they geet for doing something. The world will remember the worst villains, but many of the greatest heroes are never known. Some might get a mention, as the hero who brought down some villain. But because they weren't famous in their time, they'll never get much else.

So Katsuki took it upon himself to make sure the world remembers the greatest hero to ever exist. The hero who chose a childhood insult as his name. The hero who gave the number one his hero name. The hero who was too kind for his own good. Deku.

He chose his hero name carefully. It had taken him forever to decide on one. But, he was glad. Because now the whole world knew the same Kacchan that Deku had looked up to. And when they finally asked, he'd explain. He'd tell them all about the hero they never knew. The greatest hero to have ever lived.

He didn't think of himself as sentimental, but he knew. He knew his name was most definitely sentimental. Because if it wasn't, what was it?

Every time someone cheered for him in a battle. Every time they praised their symbol of peace. Every time someone called out his name, for help or anything else. Every time children looked up to their parents, and said they wanted to be just like him. Every time, it was a reminder. A reminder of who made him who was today.

Without that reminder, would he have forgotten? He likes to think he wouldn't, but he can't be sure.

He hopes that Deku is proud.

He's proud that his friends haven't forgotten.

They've forgotten his smile.

His smile, that could save anyone.

His smile, that should be saving them.

The name Deku would go down in the history books. Not as an insult, but as the name of a hero. Katsuki would be sure.

Somewhere, a tear runs down the smiling face of a wispy figure.