Izuku knew he was getting strange stares. He was obviously too young to work, but he was dressed in a suit and was wandering the streets during school hours. Most shook their head and muttered, "Dropout."

Izuku didn't hear them. He was on his way to bash a few heads and shoot a few kids. He wasn't sure what was driving him to kill, but its what his brain wanted him to do. If you can't listen to your own brain, who can you listen to?

All of Izuku's weapons were hidden so that a passing pedestrian wouldn't raise an alarm. Izuku didn't feel like wasting his bullets.

As soon as Izuku made it to UA, he realized that if he just waltzed in, he would be caught. He had lost his student ID sometime when working with the League. Izuku still had enough of his brain in tack to know that running into a school full of heroes and Hero Eggs was a bad idea. He would get caught before he even made it to class 1A.

Instead of going straight for the Eggs, he decided to wait for one of them to show up then ambush them. It would be hard since Izuku didn't have a quirk that was usable anymore, but he decided that a gun would work if used before the user could activate his or her quirk.

Izuku hid in an alley where he knew some students passed by to get to the train station. If he could grab one without drawing attention to himself, this would all work out. If was his first mission by himself. He had left the League and was now planning a murder. What would his friends think of him now?

Despite the brainwashing, Izuku still remembered slivers of his past. When he was sane, he could even remember a name or two, but everyone he thought of would leave a bad taste in his mouth. The worst was his childhood bully. He decided that he would aim for Kacchan today.

~

Right when Izuku was beginning to die of boredom, students in gray uniforms with red ties began to flood the streets. Izuku had a plan to capture Kacchan, but he was still a little worried about how much damage Kacchan could do to him with his quirk. Although no one liked to admit it because of Kacchan's personality, he could easily become one of the top heroes, maybe even achieve his dream of Number One eventually. He was brilliant, the kind of brilliant that didn't need to study to get straight As. His battle strategy was impressive and, if only he wasn't so antisocial and short tempered, he could be a pro in no time.

Izuku was beginning to doubt himself. That's how he knew his sanity was coming back. He had to capture and kill Kacchan. He needed to prove it to himself, he needed...

In all honesty, Izuku didn't feel anything towards his former tormentor. He thought he would feel a surge of vengeance towards him, but he felt...nothing. He just wanted to kill something.

In the distance, Izuku spotted a figure and knew that there was no turning back. He hid behind a dumpster and waited.

~

Bakugou was trying to lose Kaminari and Kiriahima. They were trying to get him to go with them to an arcade or some crap. Bakugou wasn't in the mood for wasting his money on blowing up stuff on a monitor, not when he could do that in real life as easily as lifting his arm.

Class had been rough today. They had fought the 3rd year prick again today. Baukou hated to lose, and he hadn't fought Mirio before like the rest of the class. He had been way too easily overpowered. He made up his mind that he would train harder until he could beat his smug face into the ground.

A glint from a nearby alleyway caught his eye. He glances its way, but no one was there. He shrugged it off.

"Ka...cchan..."

Bakugou froze. Only one person still called him by his cruddy childhood nickname. After Deku had disappeared for a second time, Bakugou had assumed that he had finally cracked and offed himself. However, after his body was never found, most of his classmates assumed he ran away. Bakugou liked that explanation better. He'd never admit it, but when Tokoyami had said he could have committed suicide, guilt stirred in Bakugou. His words from Junior High had come back to haunt him, along with the look on Miss. Midoriya's face when they finally announced Izuku as dead a month after his disappearance. Deku had been gone for four of five months by now. Uraraka and Asui had told everyone about how they had seen him about two months after his disappearance, but he hadn't been the same. Also, he had been taken away by familiar mist. He was either a prisoner or, the more likely idea, he was working for the villians.

Now, Bakugou heard his voice. He wanted to keep going, but his feet were already moving in the direction of the alley. He was ready for a fight.

Bakugou went to where he thought he heard Deku call from. He was met with wide, watery eyes of a boy in a suit.

"Deku?"

"Ka-Kacchan! I don't have much time! I've escaped from the Villains. You've gotta help me! I can't walk...my ankle might be broken!" He was breathing heavily and he seemed to be hysterical.

Bakugou leaned down and grabbed onto Deku's leg. Deku yelped and pulled away. Bakugou tried to go slower.  He pulled up Deku's pant leg to look at the damage, but when he took a look, there was nothing wrong. He understood right away what was going on. He went to stand, going into a defensive stance, but a sudden pain erupted in his hand. He couldn't even cry out before he was slammed against the alley wall. He let out an explosion through his good hand. When the smoke cleared and he was more aware of his surrounding, he saw the glint of a second knife. He ducked, protecting his other hand. He knew that the one that got stabbed would be useless in this fight. The knife had gone through, and it was penetrates into the wall.

Bakugou let off another explosion, reaching towards Deku. He had taken the full heat of two blasts by now, but he was still standing. He grabbed Bakugou by the wrist and went to snap it in half. Bakugou kicked out, hitting the smaller boy in the abdomen. It was enough to knock him back a little.

With Deku away, Bakugou grabbed the knife in his hand, then stopped. If he pulled it out, it might cause permanent damage. But he had to get it out of the wall. He began to force the knife out of the wall. Blood was flowing down his arm and into a puddle below him. Every movement with the knife was agony and Bakugou was surprised he could still think straight.

Deku had recovered. He was ready to attack again. Bakugou hadn't gotten the knife free from the wall yet. He fired another blast. Relying on one hand was starting to hurt. Not to mention fighting while loosing this much blood. The blast was stronger than the last one and it made Bakugou's hand throb painfully. Where the f**k was everyone?

"Too bad you walk alone, Kacchan. Don't you know if you leave school later then everyone else, you should have a buddy system? A nasty villain might get you." Bakugou knew that smile was going to haunt him. Deku had never given anyone a look like this before. Not even the villains.

What the f**k had happened to him?!

"I wanna see more blood, Kacchan. I want to see you bleed. Don't you know that even someone as gifted as you can die?"

Bakugou drew out enough strength to cause another explosion. It ripped a cry from his throat, a cry of sheer pain.

The smoke cleared, and another knife penetrated his already throbbing hand. He was panting in pain and exhaustion. The fight with the third years hadn't helped with his stamina.

Deku was battered and bleeding, but he didn't seem to notice. He hummed tunelessly as he took out a gun. Bakugou's eyes widened. Deku was aiming to kill him. He didn't think that Deku had it in him to kill a soul. But here he was, pinned to the wall like a captured bug on display. A new wave of adrenaline pumped through him. He started to pull his hands free, not bothering to worry about the damage he was causing to himself. The pain was blinding, but he had to get free he had to-

"Bakugou?"

It was Kirishima.

~
Not gonna lie, this chapter was a blast to write *pun very much intended*

I actually really like Bakugou's character (probably bc I'm caught up on the manga and have seen his character development). I know that he's a total jerk and is an absolutely horrible human being, but he's right in my top three: Kirishima, Izuku, and Bakugou

Anyway, slightly sorry for the cliffhanger. I'd gotten way over 1000 words in this chapter and if I wrote the next part, this would be a really long chapter.

I decided to make some art for this fanfic. I hope you like it.

I decided to remove some of the blood because I thought "That might be going a little overboard."

I really like how this turned out though. The best suit I've ever drawn.