Okay, so this chapter is more of a prologue I guess. That's why it's so short. I hope you like it though! I'm really excited (and kind of scared) to see where this story takes me!


Call Me… Deku

Chapter 1 (Prologue)

It was a Friday. Unlike every other student their age, Katsuki Bakugo hated Fridays. Out of every day of the week, they were by far the worst. So, he'd spend the better part of the evening with a certain quirkless kid that he'd once been childhood friends with.

He'd made two servings of katsudon for dinner and packed them away neatly in his bag. That was Midoriya's favorite dish, always had been from what Bakugo remembered. He preferred spicy foods; the hotter the better. But this was Friday, so Katsuki would relent on his extra seasoning and make it just how Izuku preferred.

He walked to the destination slowly, he had time until a quarter past six. That's when their hangout time started. As he made his way down the street, Bakugo caught a whiff of flowers, and it drew his attention. Maybe this time he should bring some for Izuku. The kid was always soft, delicate like their petals. He'd probably appreciate the gesture.

Katsuki could just imagine that look on Midoriya's face. Whenever the blonde had made him happy, from the time he was a little kid, he'd don a wobbly grin with a stuttered out 'thank you', gazing up at him like he was the coolest thing in the whole world. He stopped and purchased some white lilies, their soft scent wafting after him as he continued walking.

The sky began rumbling in the distance, and rain soon followed... a light, sad shower. People were running around wildly, stepping into stores and using their purses to shield them from it. But Bakugo found it relaxing, it was perfect, "a crybaby sky for a crybaby Dek…"

Bakugo stopped short and then internally scolded himself. He had promised both he and Izuku that he wouldn't use such a cruel nickname anymore. It was Izuku or Midoriya now. He pressed his shoulders back to straighten up and then kept walking. He knew the mossy-haired teen would be there, so he would too.

In the past, Bakugo had always boasted about his abilities, forward marching he, his friends, and Izuku along through the forests and streams. He'd given that up in favor of talking about the coolest new hero's that were coming out, knowing that Izuku would enjoy it.

Today was special though. He found out that he was going to UA for high school, the hero course. Everyone would praise him for it, that is, except for Deku. Bakugo often wondered if Izuku would have if things had been different between them growing up, without the power struggle and subsequent distance.

The rain still hadn't let up, it only seemed to grow heavier with each step Katsuki took. But finally, he made it to their special meeting spot. "Hey, Izuku."

As he unpacked the two boxes from his bag, he started speaking again. "I brought you white lilies. I hope you like them… and katsudon per usual, since it's all you ever wanted to eat."

Bakugo started to shovel his own food into his mouth, uncaring that the rain was making it soggy. The other bowl was left untouched, the water rolling off its lid. "You know…" he said between bites, "I got my acceptance letter to UA last night. I'm enrolling in the hero course… Remember how you said you wanted to go there too? I'm… I'm sorry you didn't get in…"

Still, silence echoed back to him. That was probably the worst part of their weekly visits. It was an empty feeling that replaced the mumbling Midoriya always fell into when he was thinking or flustered. Bakugo felt that all too familiar burn starting behind his eyes, his vision becoming impaired by the remorseful tears that pooled before slipping down his cheeks, mingling with the soft rain.

He set down his half-empty bowl, and got to his knees, drawing himself closer as he bowed his head. "I promise I'll be the best hero in the whole world. I'll surpass All Might just like I always said I would… I'll do my best for both of us."

One of his hands gripped his chest tightly, trying to quell the pulsing ache that radiated from where his heart beat unsteadily. The other grabbed at the grass in a similar fashion to how he'd yank at Midoriya's collar, but much more gently.

His forehead finally met cold, unforgiving marble, his breath coming out in sobbed pants. "Izuku… Why? I swear I didn't mean it. I was wrong, okay? If you hadn't done it… if you hadn't jumped… I know you would have been the next Symbol of Peace. I'm so, so, sorry!"

As always, his pleas were met with no response, unyielding to his desperation and regret. The words rolled around in his head, making him drunk with shame and self-loathing. He knew he'd receive no answer. He'd never hear that sweet, timid voice telling him what he wanted to hear. He didn't deserve that ethereal sound to begin with. But he always asked anyway.

"Izuku… please… please can you forgive me?..."

Bakugo sobbed softly onto the tombstone, curled up against it like it's smooth surface would come alive and hold him close to a much smaller, weaker body. But Izuku was dead.

Katsuki Bakugo was left to cry alone for his careless abuse and silence was his punishment.

A lone figure watched from a distance as Bakugo prostrated himself, hidden ominously behind the trunk of a large willow tree. He tilted his head to the side, finding the sight strange, but intriguing all the same. He knew the blonde would stay there for a while longer.

Katsuki always stayed until 8:56 every Friday night. It would seem odd to everyone else, but to those who knew what had happened, it made complete sense. Izuku Midoriya jumped off the roof of his middle school at 6:15 PM on a Friday and was pronounced dead at 8:56 just a week later, his broken body losing the battle against its injuries.

"Deku… the Master is wanting to speak with you." A voice whispered.

"Yes, Kurogiri, I understand. Let's go."


What do you think? This is my first Villain Deku so I'm kind of nervous to fuck shit up. Please give me feedback!