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Jughead basically: if anyone can help you it’ll be my smart as fuck girlfriend. Smartest person I know.

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Villains had actually come out to say that they weren't part of this attack? That caused him to quirk his brow. Whoever this bastard was clearly was on a whole other level of villainy. They were all terrified of this mysterious attack. He leaned back with his chair as Katsuki asked all these questions and so desperately wanted answers.

Bakugou's head snapped upwards when the other mentioned her mother had been caught in the attack. He instantly planted the feet of his chair on the ground and placed his cup onto the table. His eyes darted to the female, his intense gaze turned softer.

"Let's forget Shitstain for a moment. How's your old hag doing? She okay? She's a badass, I bet she kicked everyone's ass and just has a few scratches." The fiery male smirked, thinking back to the one time Keiko and him fought and she showed no mercy to them as she dragged them by their ears.

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(This takes place two years after Katsuki and Keiko graduate from UA.)

Keiko sat in front of you, tired. The mug of coffee rested in her palms and the two of you only looked at each other. Judging by her progressively messy hair and bags under her eyes, she hadn’t been getting that much sleep. Well, it’s not like someone would be in the best condition if their mom died after graduation. Plus, being a functional member of society was difficult enough.

“So, what’s it like blowing up villains?” She asks.

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"As if you could kick my ass..." Katsuki muttered before sipping some of his coffee.

He listened intently to the female watching her exhausted demeanor explain all that had happened over the week he had left. Damn it, why did he leave? All those bodies and he couldn't do anything about it. Nonetheless this was done by an unnamed villain.

Keiko was absolutely right. He didn't like any of this, the shopping district was always a source for any form of crime to take place. But for that large scale of an attack during a popular time throughout the day. Where the hell were the heroes? Normally they had at least a few pro heroes on duty throughout the area. Especially after that attack from Shigaraki all those years ago when they went to the mall together. 

"Woah there, Keiko. Watch your profanity." Bakugou snickered softly before returning in all seriousness, "Jokes aside. Villains don't care what time of day, or how old their victims are. They do it because it's fun and they want all the attention they can get. Probably because they never amounted to anything in their fucking life." He said calmly before titling his head with a smirk on his face.

"Don't worry, Keiko. We'll find that bastard and make them regret the day they were born. I look forward to ripping them to shreds." The heroes eyes filled with fire at just the thought of kicking some ass. Sure, the trip might have been relaxing. But man, he missed the action.

"Any leads on our mysterious villain? Or what kind of quirk it was?"

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(This takes place two years after Katsuki and Keiko graduate from UA.)

Keiko sat in front of you, tired. The mug of coffee rested in her palms and the two of you only looked at each other. Judging by her progressively messy hair and bags under her eyes, she hadn’t been getting that much sleep. Well, it’s not like someone would be in the best condition if their mom died after graduation. Plus, being a functional member of society was difficult enough.

“So, what’s it like blowing up villains?” She asks.

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The others voice was almost too enthusiastic for Katsuki especially for how early it was. Though, it gladdened him that he was correct after all that no other than Deku would call him.

"Deku, where the fuck are you?! Do you have any idea how long I've been staring at my God damn phone and refreshing the news pages to see where-" his words trailed as he heard muffled screaming in the background. Could it be he launched another attack?

Shit. What the hell did you do, Deku?

'I have a present...for you.'

Again with his fucking presents and doing shit for me. He better answer all of his damn questions when they finally meet up again.

'Kaminari wasn’t very nice, was he? Can you hear him? He’s being pretty loud, isn’t he?'

Bakugou's eyes widened as he rushed over to his laptop waking it up from it's sleep to see the main headline of a news outlet, 'Villain Escaped and Missing Hero.'

He brought a hand to his head as he pulled on his ash blonde locks. This wasn't good. Fuck. Shit. FUUUCK.

"What should you do? Are you fucking insane?!  You're already a highly wanted criminal that escaped and you had the audacity to kidnap a fucking hero. Where the hell are you, Deku?!" The hero was practically fuming as he paced back and forth in his room burning a hole in the hardwood floor.

Should he call someone? Maybe Shitty hair? No, that would bring even more unwanted attention.

He quickly grabbed whatever clothing he could find around him, the phone pressed tightly between his ear and shoulder as he put shoes on.

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The Phoenix perishes in its own flames. Its body explodes, and its glory is reduced to nothing more than glowing embers and ashes of its previous beauty. For some time, there is only absence. Then, suddenly, a faint glow. From the remains, something far more stunning is born. It blinds all that gaze upon it. - - - - - - - - - It had been three years since the incident, since flames devoured everything that people held dear. Only the cinders of a happier time remained, slipping through the fingers of those that tried to hold onto it tightly. “It’s been three years since the villainous attack on U.A. left many casualties.” Nearly half the school. Eyes were glued to a TV screen, blue light reflecting off of them as they stared unblinking. The news anchor that spoke was a blonde woman he’d never seen before. She stopped talking, body trembling, to dab at her eyes, smearing her eyeliner. She knew one of those unnamed bodies, didn’t she? She knew one of the children that never came home for Christmas. The eyes belonged to a young man. He was sitting alone in the darkness of a room. “Today is a…sad day for everyone. We’ll remember those that…” The words trailed off into a steady hum that made his brain feel fuzzy. “…we’ll remember all of those children…”  Again, just a hum. It made him feel warm. Slowly, he reached for the screen and touched it, enjoying the static that danced across his fingers. The part he’d been waiting for, the list. Names trailed down the screen, and he watched with intense interest. One of the names stuck out. “Midoriya, Izuku.” He smiled softly. So, they hadn’t forgotten.  - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Date: …” What day was it? “Time: 4:00 AM.” A faint click sounded, spreading through the silence. Another followed. “It’s almost time…right?” The sound of shifting. A chair was dragged across the ground. “Shigaraki, MIA. Presumably dead…according to the heroes.” More shifting, uncomfortable. “ Dabi, MIA.” A shaking breath. Another click. “Toga, MIA. So far, no sightings from anyone.” How long had this been routine? “You guys aren’t dead, are you? There’s no way…there’s just no way. I know you’re out there somewhere, so please.” A sigh. Tears.  - - - - - - - - - -  - - - - The recording was paused. The one that called himself Phoenix sat back and stared at the recorder with a blank face. How long had it been since he’d last heard from them? He couldn’t recall. He slowly stood up, bones creaking. He’d been sitting there for a few hours. There had been some plan, but he couldn’t remember. That’d been months ago, maybe longer at this rate. He’d lost track of time.  What he did remember was standing beside Dabi and Toga, bloodied, and Shigaraki was nowhere to be found. Then, they were separated by some good for nothing hero. The Phoenix absentmindedly rubbed the frost burn on his left arm. - - - - - - - - - - - Izuku Midoriya was dead, and what remained in his place was some half complete shell that walked around in a desperate attempt to be something. There was a bitter irony about it. He, who worked so hard to be a great hero, was reduced to nothing more than ashes. The boy adjusted the mask that covered his face, hoodie hiding his verdant hair from view as he watched from the alleyway with his head bowed. 

The new heroes were amusing. 

They used to be his friends, but times changed. 

Still, they’d try to save everyone they could. It wasn’t their fault that they weren’t the smartest. 

Hands in his pockets, the boy pressed a button. 

When the explosion was triggered on the lower floors of the building, the glass was shattered from the intensity of the flames. The fire kissed the mouth of the alley, but spread dangerously toward the streets. 

The sun was clouded by the smoke. 

The smell of nitroglycerin reminded him of Kacchan, and soon, very soon, they’d see each other again. 

The screams of terror and the deep seated panic almost made him feel sorry, almost. These people only watched, in the past, when the flames caressed his skin. He wouldn’t help them now.

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"Really? You're going to ask me that piss poor question? If you really want to know, I can give you a demonstration, want to be the volunteer?" Bakugou smirked with one of his hand curled up in the air, spark cracking in the palm of his hand till he lowered it, and went back to drinking his water.

"You look like shit, Keiko. What the hell have you been up to? I go on a trip with the old hag for a week and this is what happens. You can't love without me, can you?" He snickered. Keiko and Katsuki have been friends for several years now, he read the female like a book. Dare he say they were best friends but he knew Kirishima would be offended by that statement.

Despite a hair cut, the pro hero hadn't changed over the years. He was just as hot headed as usual unless he was with Keiko who kept him level headed. The male was sporting an undercut with a spiky faux mohawk still giving him the explosive look.

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(This takes place two years after Katsuki and Keiko graduate from UA.)

Keiko sat in front of you, tired. The mug of coffee rested in her palms and the two of you only looked at each other. Judging by her progressively messy hair and bags under her eyes, she hadn’t been getting that much sleep. Well, it’s not like someone would be in the best condition if their mom died after graduation. Plus, being a functional member of society was difficult enough.

“So, what’s it like blowing up villains?” She asks.

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Bakugou had spent the rest of the night pacing in his room back and forth. Refreshing the news page on his computer, keeping the radio on to see if Midoriya's had escaped or not.

Before he knew it the other had escaped. His parents came flying into his room to tell him. Yet, the ash blonde male had found out before them. Now, what were they going to do? They couldn't have Deku stay at the house. That would draw even more suspicion that Katsuki already had enough of.

Eventually, Katsuki's father told the two riled up members to head to bed and trust that Deku will be doing the right thing. Bakugou had managed to fall asleep around 1:12AM until his ringtone caused him to snap awake.

It's unknown number. It has to be Deku. But he needed to be cautious it could always be the FBI. He needed to act like this was any other phone call.

"Hello? This is Bakugou..." he grumbled, rubbing his eyes. Man, he was exhausted. The villain couldn't wait till 10AM? He patiently waited for the voice on the other line to speak. All that was heard was the static from the other side. It was almost as if someone left the TV on the channel that never worked.

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The Phoenix perishes in its own flames. Its body explodes, and its glory is reduced to nothing more than glowing embers and ashes of its previous beauty. For some time, there is only absence. Then, suddenly, a faint glow. From the remains, something far more stunning is born. It blinds all that gaze upon it. - - - - - - - - - It had been three years since the incident, since flames devoured everything that people held dear. Only the cinders of a happier time remained, slipping through the fingers of those that tried to hold onto it tightly. “It’s been three years since the villainous attack on U.A. left many casualties.” Nearly half the school. Eyes were glued to a TV screen, blue light reflecting off of them as they stared unblinking. The news anchor that spoke was a blonde woman he’d never seen before. She stopped talking, body trembling, to dab at her eyes, smearing her eyeliner. She knew one of those unnamed bodies, didn’t she? She knew one of the children that never came home for Christmas. The eyes belonged to a young man. He was sitting alone in the darkness of a room. “Today is a…sad day for everyone. We’ll remember those that…” The words trailed off into a steady hum that made his brain feel fuzzy. “…we’ll remember all of those children…”  Again, just a hum. It made him feel warm. Slowly, he reached for the screen and touched it, enjoying the static that danced across his fingers. The part he’d been waiting for, the list. Names trailed down the screen, and he watched with intense interest. One of the names stuck out. “Midoriya, Izuku.” He smiled softly. So, they hadn’t forgotten.  - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Date: …” What day was it? “Time: 4:00 AM.” A faint click sounded, spreading through the silence. Another followed. “It’s almost time…right?” The sound of shifting. A chair was dragged across the ground. “Shigaraki, MIA. Presumably dead…according to the heroes.” More shifting, uncomfortable. “ Dabi, MIA.” A shaking breath. Another click. “Toga, MIA. So far, no sightings from anyone.” How long had this been routine? “You guys aren’t dead, are you? There’s no way…there’s just no way. I know you’re out there somewhere, so please.” A sigh. Tears.  - - - - - - - - - -  - - - - The recording was paused. The one that called himself Phoenix sat back and stared at the recorder with a blank face. How long had it been since he’d last heard from them? He couldn’t recall. He slowly stood up, bones creaking. He’d been sitting there for a few hours. There had been some plan, but he couldn’t remember. That’d been months ago, maybe longer at this rate. He’d lost track of time.  What he did remember was standing beside Dabi and Toga, bloodied, and Shigaraki was nowhere to be found. Then, they were separated by some good for nothing hero. The Phoenix absentmindedly rubbed the frost burn on his left arm. - - - - - - - - - - - Izuku Midoriya was dead, and what remained in his place was some half complete shell that walked around in a desperate attempt to be something. There was a bitter irony about it. He, who worked so hard to be a great hero, was reduced to nothing more than ashes. The boy adjusted the mask that covered his face, hoodie hiding his verdant hair from view as he watched from the alleyway with his head bowed. 

The new heroes were amusing. 

They used to be his friends, but times changed. 

Still, they’d try to save everyone they could. It wasn’t their fault that they weren’t the smartest. 

Hands in his pockets, the boy pressed a button. 

When the explosion was triggered on the lower floors of the building, the glass was shattered from the intensity of the flames. The fire kissed the mouth of the alley, but spread dangerously toward the streets. 

The sun was clouded by the smoke. 

The smell of nitroglycerin reminded him of Kacchan, and soon, very soon, they’d see each other again. 

The screams of terror and the deep seated panic almost made him feel sorry, almost. These people only watched, in the past, when the flames caressed his skin. He wouldn’t help them now.

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As soon as Bakugou exited the cell, he found himself face to face with the officer.

"I'm done for today. Call me if anything changes. For fucks sake make sure that the brainless hero doesn't hurt Phoenix." Bakugou left the interrogation area and took a deep breath as he left soon enough entering the lobby. He spotted Kaminari and Todoroki and simply scowled at them before heading to the exit.

"Bakugou!" Todorki stood up leaving Denki's side. The males back still turned to the other, he stopped dead in his tracks.

 "Anything happen? Did he answer--"

"I got nothing out of him, just like I said. I'm heading home for the day. Don't bother calling me." Bakugou growled leaving Todoroki calling out to him but easily was ignored.

He decided to walk home instead of flying and took that time to process everything that had happened. Nothing made sense. Did he tell Deku he would wait for him? What about that kiss? Deku is somehow going to find his way out? He was quickly overwhelmed and before he knew it he was home. He opened the front door to see his mother and father with plastic bags in their hands. They had just gotten back from grocery shopping.

"You okay, Baku? You don't look so good." She placed a hand on her husbands arm.

"I'll put the groceries away." He kissed her forehead and took the rest of the groceries and brought them to the kitchen.

"Let's sit on the couch." She said softly, strolling over and patting the seat next to her. Bakugou followed her suit and sat down next to her leaning his head on her shoulder.

"I'm fucking confused, mom. I don't even know what I'm doing or who I am anymore."

"Is this all because of the attack that happened a few days ago?"

"Yes-- Just--" he sighed in defeat as he began explaining it all to his mother and father who joined in halfway through the conversation.

"So Deku is back..." her words almost had weight to them as all three of them were silent.

"And-- How do I put this?" She placed her hands on her face, "You really got yourself in a fucking crazy situation."

"I've always known that you had a thing for Deku but now that he's well not Deku. But I do love Kirishima. Gah, I'm not sure if I can support-"

"Wait! I never said I had a thing for him. He just needs help and nothing is going on between Kirishima and I."

"Why are you so scared of admitting like you like Midoriya?" His father smoothly said.

"WHY WOULD I BE SCARED?! I DON'T LIKE HIM! SCREW YOU GUYS! YOU'RE NO HELP!" Bakugou pushed himself off the couch and rushed to his room before slamming the door.

"Like Mother like son..." the brown haired male sighed.

"What are you talking about?! I was always open about my feelings with you!"

"Uh huh..." Instantly receiving a shoe slammed across his face.

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The Phoenix perishes in its own flames. Its body explodes, and its glory is reduced to nothing more than glowing embers and ashes of its previous beauty. For some time, there is only absence. Then, suddenly, a faint glow. From the remains, something far more stunning is born. It blinds all that gaze upon it. - - - - - - - - - It had been three years since the incident, since flames devoured everything that people held dear. Only the cinders of a happier time remained, slipping through the fingers of those that tried to hold onto it tightly. “It’s been three years since the villainous attack on U.A. left many casualties.” Nearly half the school. Eyes were glued to a TV screen, blue light reflecting off of them as they stared unblinking. The news anchor that spoke was a blonde woman he’d never seen before. She stopped talking, body trembling, to dab at her eyes, smearing her eyeliner. She knew one of those unnamed bodies, didn’t she? She knew one of the children that never came home for Christmas. The eyes belonged to a young man. He was sitting alone in the darkness of a room. “Today is a…sad day for everyone. We’ll remember those that…” The words trailed off into a steady hum that made his brain feel fuzzy. “…we’ll remember all of those children…”  Again, just a hum. It made him feel warm. Slowly, he reached for the screen and touched it, enjoying the static that danced across his fingers. The part he’d been waiting for, the list. Names trailed down the screen, and he watched with intense interest. One of the names stuck out. “Midoriya, Izuku.” He smiled softly. So, they hadn’t forgotten.  - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Date: …” What day was it? “Time: 4:00 AM.” A faint click sounded, spreading through the silence. Another followed. “It’s almost time…right?” The sound of shifting. A chair was dragged across the ground. “Shigaraki, MIA. Presumably dead…according to the heroes.” More shifting, uncomfortable. “ Dabi, MIA.” A shaking breath. Another click. “Toga, MIA. So far, no sightings from anyone.” How long had this been routine? “You guys aren’t dead, are you? There’s no way…there’s just no way. I know you’re out there somewhere, so please.” A sigh. Tears.  - - - - - - - - - -  - - - - The recording was paused. The one that called himself Phoenix sat back and stared at the recorder with a blank face. How long had it been since he’d last heard from them? He couldn’t recall. He slowly stood up, bones creaking. He’d been sitting there for a few hours. There had been some plan, but he couldn’t remember. That’d been months ago, maybe longer at this rate. He’d lost track of time.  What he did remember was standing beside Dabi and Toga, bloodied, and Shigaraki was nowhere to be found. Then, they were separated by some good for nothing hero. The Phoenix absentmindedly rubbed the frost burn on his left arm. - - - - - - - - - - - Izuku Midoriya was dead, and what remained in his place was some half complete shell that walked around in a desperate attempt to be something. There was a bitter irony about it. He, who worked so hard to be a great hero, was reduced to nothing more than ashes. The boy adjusted the mask that covered his face, hoodie hiding his verdant hair from view as he watched from the alleyway with his head bowed. 

The new heroes were amusing. 

They used to be his friends, but times changed. 

Still, they’d try to save everyone they could. It wasn’t their fault that they weren’t the smartest. 

Hands in his pockets, the boy pressed a button. 

When the explosion was triggered on the lower floors of the building, the glass was shattered from the intensity of the flames. The fire kissed the mouth of the alley, but spread dangerously toward the streets. 

The sun was clouded by the smoke. 

The smell of nitroglycerin reminded him of Kacchan, and soon, very soon, they’d see each other again. 

The screams of terror and the deep seated panic almost made him feel sorry, almost. These people only watched, in the past, when the flames caressed his skin. He wouldn’t help them now.

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It's as if time had slowed, when Midoriya pulled him in for a kiss. His eyes widened in shock, they were actually kissing. He was kissing Deku. The person he's been resenting for years, the person he was convinced he was going to crush, the person that he cried about when he found he had passed. This motherfucker that's been tormenting him day and night through nightmares and face to face interactions.

Even though he would never admit, he melted in the kiss, it's as if he body needed it in order to survive, that he's been fasting for this moment. Once they had both pulled away, Bakugou looked away rapidly, a slight tint of pink across his cheeks. His body understand what had happened but not his head.

Why did his just give in? What did that mean? He couldn't possibly have- no. No way. 

Yet, when Deku asked if he would wait for him no matter how long. His mind knew he couldn't say no. Wherever Deku goes, he will gladly follow, and he hated that this nerd had such power over him.

"I--" He muttered, before standing up, and backing up a few steps. A hand running through his blonde locks. He stumble slightly, suddenly feeling lightheaded, as he turned his back to the other.

"Don't keep me waiting long. I want some fucking answers. You hear me?" He growled, still blushing like a madman and storming out of the cell.

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The Phoenix perishes in its own flames. Its body explodes, and its glory is reduced to nothing more than glowing embers and ashes of its previous beauty. For some time, there is only absence. Then, suddenly, a faint glow. From the remains, something far more stunning is born. It blinds all that gaze upon it. - - - - - - - - - It had been three years since the incident, since flames devoured everything that people held dear. Only the cinders of a happier time remained, slipping through the fingers of those that tried to hold onto it tightly. “It’s been three years since the villainous attack on U.A. left many casualties.” Nearly half the school. Eyes were glued to a TV screen, blue light reflecting off of them as they stared unblinking. The news anchor that spoke was a blonde woman he’d never seen before. She stopped talking, body trembling, to dab at her eyes, smearing her eyeliner. She knew one of those unnamed bodies, didn’t she? She knew one of the children that never came home for Christmas. The eyes belonged to a young man. He was sitting alone in the darkness of a room. “Today is a…sad day for everyone. We’ll remember those that…” The words trailed off into a steady hum that made his brain feel fuzzy. “…we’ll remember all of those children…”  Again, just a hum. It made him feel warm. Slowly, he reached for the screen and touched it, enjoying the static that danced across his fingers. The part he’d been waiting for, the list. Names trailed down the screen, and he watched with intense interest. One of the names stuck out. “Midoriya, Izuku.” He smiled softly. So, they hadn’t forgotten.  - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Date: …” What day was it? “Time: 4:00 AM.” A faint click sounded, spreading through the silence. Another followed. “It’s almost time…right?” The sound of shifting. A chair was dragged across the ground. “Shigaraki, MIA. Presumably dead…according to the heroes.” More shifting, uncomfortable. “ Dabi, MIA.” A shaking breath. Another click. “Toga, MIA. So far, no sightings from anyone.” How long had this been routine? “You guys aren’t dead, are you? There’s no way…there’s just no way. I know you’re out there somewhere, so please.” A sigh. Tears.  - - - - - - - - - -  - - - - The recording was paused. The one that called himself Phoenix sat back and stared at the recorder with a blank face. How long had it been since he’d last heard from them? He couldn’t recall. He slowly stood up, bones creaking. He’d been sitting there for a few hours. There had been some plan, but he couldn’t remember. That’d been months ago, maybe longer at this rate. He’d lost track of time.  What he did remember was standing beside Dabi and Toga, bloodied, and Shigaraki was nowhere to be found. Then, they were separated by some good for nothing hero. The Phoenix absentmindedly rubbed the frost burn on his left arm. - - - - - - - - - - - Izuku Midoriya was dead, and what remained in his place was some half complete shell that walked around in a desperate attempt to be something. There was a bitter irony about it. He, who worked so hard to be a great hero, was reduced to nothing more than ashes. The boy adjusted the mask that covered his face, hoodie hiding his verdant hair from view as he watched from the alleyway with his head bowed. 

The new heroes were amusing. 

They used to be his friends, but times changed. 

Still, they’d try to save everyone they could. It wasn’t their fault that they weren’t the smartest. 

Hands in his pockets, the boy pressed a button. 

When the explosion was triggered on the lower floors of the building, the glass was shattered from the intensity of the flames. The fire kissed the mouth of the alley, but spread dangerously toward the streets. 

The sun was clouded by the smoke. 

The smell of nitroglycerin reminded him of Kacchan, and soon, very soon, they’d see each other again. 

The screams of terror and the deep seated panic almost made him feel sorry, almost. These people only watched, in the past, when the flames caressed his skin. He wouldn’t help them now.

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Handle this by yourself? That nerd can really see through me, huh? Even after becoming a train wreck. But doesn't he know that if he stays here, they'll torture him, lock him up, and possibly kill him? Not to mention, what the fuck does he care about me. Wasn't he trying to push me off days ago. What brought this switch in him?

His mind was filled with questions as his brows furrowed. He just didn't understand any of this. Nothing made sense.

"You still need to explain your God damn plan, Nerd." Bakugou grumbled, he flinched at the others contact slowly allowing Deku to hold his wrists. If he tried anything, Bakugou could easily roast his ass. He leaned over Deku as the villain clearly wanted him to get closer.

"Kami has been a little shit since the first day I met him." He rolled his eyes but was caught of guard when Midoriya asked if he thought it was true.

"I...Er... Of course not." Bakugou scoffed. Wow, real smooth. He believed it. When it came to Deku, that broccoli head had him wrapped around his little finger. He raised a brow when Deku motioned for him to get closer. It was like he was a moth drawn to a light. He couldn't pull himself away. He leaned in closer.

"The fuck you want, Deku?"

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The Phoenix perishes in its own flames. Its body explodes, and its glory is reduced to nothing more than glowing embers and ashes of its previous beauty. For some time, there is only absence. Then, suddenly, a faint glow. From the remains, something far more stunning is born. It blinds all that gaze upon it. - - - - - - - - - It had been three years since the incident, since flames devoured everything that people held dear. Only the cinders of a happier time remained, slipping through the fingers of those that tried to hold onto it tightly. “It’s been three years since the villainous attack on U.A. left many casualties.” Nearly half the school. Eyes were glued to a TV screen, blue light reflecting off of them as they stared unblinking. The news anchor that spoke was a blonde woman he’d never seen before. She stopped talking, body trembling, to dab at her eyes, smearing her eyeliner. She knew one of those unnamed bodies, didn’t she? She knew one of the children that never came home for Christmas. The eyes belonged to a young man. He was sitting alone in the darkness of a room. “Today is a…sad day for everyone. We’ll remember those that…” The words trailed off into a steady hum that made his brain feel fuzzy. “…we’ll remember all of those children…”  Again, just a hum. It made him feel warm. Slowly, he reached for the screen and touched it, enjoying the static that danced across his fingers. The part he’d been waiting for, the list. Names trailed down the screen, and he watched with intense interest. One of the names stuck out. “Midoriya, Izuku.” He smiled softly. So, they hadn’t forgotten.  - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Date: …” What day was it? “Time: 4:00 AM.” A faint click sounded, spreading through the silence. Another followed. “It’s almost time…right?” The sound of shifting. A chair was dragged across the ground. “Shigaraki, MIA. Presumably dead…according to the heroes.” More shifting, uncomfortable. “ Dabi, MIA.” A shaking breath. Another click. “Toga, MIA. So far, no sightings from anyone.” How long had this been routine? “You guys aren’t dead, are you? There’s no way…there’s just no way. I know you’re out there somewhere, so please.” A sigh. Tears.  - - - - - - - - - -  - - - - The recording was paused. The one that called himself Phoenix sat back and stared at the recorder with a blank face. How long had it been since he’d last heard from them? He couldn’t recall. He slowly stood up, bones creaking. He’d been sitting there for a few hours. There had been some plan, but he couldn’t remember. That’d been months ago, maybe longer at this rate. He’d lost track of time.  What he did remember was standing beside Dabi and Toga, bloodied, and Shigaraki was nowhere to be found. Then, they were separated by some good for nothing hero. The Phoenix absentmindedly rubbed the frost burn on his left arm. - - - - - - - - - - - Izuku Midoriya was dead, and what remained in his place was some half complete shell that walked around in a desperate attempt to be something. There was a bitter irony about it. He, who worked so hard to be a great hero, was reduced to nothing more than ashes. The boy adjusted the mask that covered his face, hoodie hiding his verdant hair from view as he watched from the alleyway with his head bowed. 

The new heroes were amusing. 

They used to be his friends, but times changed. 

Still, they’d try to save everyone they could. It wasn’t their fault that they weren’t the smartest. 

Hands in his pockets, the boy pressed a button. 

When the explosion was triggered on the lower floors of the building, the glass was shattered from the intensity of the flames. The fire kissed the mouth of the alley, but spread dangerously toward the streets. 

The sun was clouded by the smoke. 

The smell of nitroglycerin reminded him of Kacchan, and soon, very soon, they’d see each other again. 

The screams of terror and the deep seated panic almost made him feel sorry, almost. These people only watched, in the past, when the flames caressed his skin. He wouldn’t help them now.

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'I'm really really happy to see you...'

The hell does that mean, deku. You started creating chaos for me and now you're happy to see me? It's probably because I was over the whole beating him up ordeal. I had time to process this shit while no one else has.

'...I missed you...'

You missed playing your mind games on me and missed getting me mad.

Though when the other asked a burning question that he's asked himself most of his life. Do you hate, Deku?

He looked down upon the other and actually thought about what he would answer.

"Yes. I do hate you. But not for the same reason as Kaminari." He said genuinely. Would he ever tell Deku why? Most likely not. But at least Deku got a straight answer.

"Now, since your ass got caught. You made shit, 10 times more complicated than they need to be." He sighed deeply. He needed to get Deku out of the cell but doing so would clearly have him written up as villain. But if Deku stays here, who knows what could happen to him. They might even kill Izuku for his crimes since he would never answer any of the questions.

As he brought himself back to reality he quickly realized. He would most likely have to break the two of them out and lie low in a city for a while. Fucking shit...FUCKING DEKU...

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The Phoenix perishes in its own flames. Its body explodes, and its glory is reduced to nothing more than glowing embers and ashes of its previous beauty. For some time, there is only absence. Then, suddenly, a faint glow. From the remains, something far more stunning is born. It blinds all that gaze upon it. - - - - - - - - - It had been three years since the incident, since flames devoured everything that people held dear. Only the cinders of a happier time remained, slipping through the fingers of those that tried to hold onto it tightly. “It’s been three years since the villainous attack on U.A. left many casualties.” Nearly half the school. Eyes were glued to a TV screen, blue light reflecting off of them as they stared unblinking. The news anchor that spoke was a blonde woman he’d never seen before. She stopped talking, body trembling, to dab at her eyes, smearing her eyeliner. She knew one of those unnamed bodies, didn’t she? She knew one of the children that never came home for Christmas. The eyes belonged to a young man. He was sitting alone in the darkness of a room. “Today is a…sad day for everyone. We’ll remember those that…” The words trailed off into a steady hum that made his brain feel fuzzy. “…we’ll remember all of those children…”  Again, just a hum. It made him feel warm. Slowly, he reached for the screen and touched it, enjoying the static that danced across his fingers. The part he’d been waiting for, the list. Names trailed down the screen, and he watched with intense interest. One of the names stuck out. “Midoriya, Izuku.” He smiled softly. So, they hadn’t forgotten.  - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Date: …” What day was it? “Time: 4:00 AM.” A faint click sounded, spreading through the silence. Another followed. “It’s almost time…right?” The sound of shifting. A chair was dragged across the ground. “Shigaraki, MIA. Presumably dead…according to the heroes.” More shifting, uncomfortable. “ Dabi, MIA.” A shaking breath. Another click. “Toga, MIA. So far, no sightings from anyone.” How long had this been routine? “You guys aren’t dead, are you? There’s no way…there’s just no way. I know you’re out there somewhere, so please.” A sigh. Tears.  - - - - - - - - - -  - - - - The recording was paused. The one that called himself Phoenix sat back and stared at the recorder with a blank face. How long had it been since he’d last heard from them? He couldn’t recall. He slowly stood up, bones creaking. He’d been sitting there for a few hours. There had been some plan, but he couldn’t remember. That’d been months ago, maybe longer at this rate. He’d lost track of time.  What he did remember was standing beside Dabi and Toga, bloodied, and Shigaraki was nowhere to be found. Then, they were separated by some good for nothing hero. The Phoenix absentmindedly rubbed the frost burn on his left arm. - - - - - - - - - - - Izuku Midoriya was dead, and what remained in his place was some half complete shell that walked around in a desperate attempt to be something. There was a bitter irony about it. He, who worked so hard to be a great hero, was reduced to nothing more than ashes. The boy adjusted the mask that covered his face, hoodie hiding his verdant hair from view as he watched from the alleyway with his head bowed. 

The new heroes were amusing. 

They used to be his friends, but times changed. 

Still, they’d try to save everyone they could. It wasn’t their fault that they weren’t the smartest. 

Hands in his pockets, the boy pressed a button. 

When the explosion was triggered on the lower floors of the building, the glass was shattered from the intensity of the flames. The fire kissed the mouth of the alley, but spread dangerously toward the streets. 

The sun was clouded by the smoke. 

The smell of nitroglycerin reminded him of Kacchan, and soon, very soon, they’d see each other again. 

The screams of terror and the deep seated panic almost made him feel sorry, almost. These people only watched, in the past, when the flames caressed his skin. He wouldn’t help them now.

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This feeling was unlike anything he had before.  His body moved by instinct this time, he had no control, as soon as he saw Denki become physical with Deku. He was in the room within a flash. He grabbed the others lifted arm and twisted it against the hero's before slamming him hard against the nearest wall, Bakugou's body pressed against the others.

"You seem to be in the mood to be a little shit today. Why don't you take your pathetic ass home where you fucking belong."

"Fuck you, Bakugou. He killed her, he killed all of them!" Kaminari cries out as tears threatened to fall.

"Listen you-" As Bakugou was about to let out a myriad of venomous words, the door opened revealing Todoroki.

"Bakugou, let me handle him."

"No way. You're going to leave the liar with Midoriya, they could-"

"Enough, Kaminari. We don't need you right now." Shouto muttered coldly, Katsuki backed away before shoving Denki into the wall a final time just for good measure till icy hot had grabbed Pikachu.

Once the two males had left the cell, Bakugou looked over at Deku crossing his arms. Look at that psychotic bastard. He's so happy with himself.

"You have fun?" Bakugou raised a brow, moving himself to the wall and pressed a foot against it as he leaned on the cold surface his gaze burning into emerald hues.

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The Phoenix perishes in its own flames. Its body explodes, and its glory is reduced to nothing more than glowing embers and ashes of its previous beauty. For some time, there is only absence. Then, suddenly, a faint glow. From the remains, something far more stunning is born. It blinds all that gaze upon it. - - - - - - - - - It had been three years since the incident, since flames devoured everything that people held dear. Only the cinders of a happier time remained, slipping through the fingers of those that tried to hold onto it tightly. “It’s been three years since the villainous attack on U.A. left many casualties.” Nearly half the school. Eyes were glued to a TV screen, blue light reflecting off of them as they stared unblinking. The news anchor that spoke was a blonde woman he’d never seen before. She stopped talking, body trembling, to dab at her eyes, smearing her eyeliner. She knew one of those unnamed bodies, didn’t she? She knew one of the children that never came home for Christmas. The eyes belonged to a young man. He was sitting alone in the darkness of a room. “Today is a…sad day for everyone. We’ll remember those that…” The words trailed off into a steady hum that made his brain feel fuzzy. “…we’ll remember all of those children…”  Again, just a hum. It made him feel warm. Slowly, he reached for the screen and touched it, enjoying the static that danced across his fingers. The part he’d been waiting for, the list. Names trailed down the screen, and he watched with intense interest. One of the names stuck out. “Midoriya, Izuku.” He smiled softly. So, they hadn’t forgotten.  - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Date: …” What day was it? “Time: 4:00 AM.” A faint click sounded, spreading through the silence. Another followed. “It’s almost time…right?” The sound of shifting. A chair was dragged across the ground. “Shigaraki, MIA. Presumably dead…according to the heroes.” More shifting, uncomfortable. “ Dabi, MIA.” A shaking breath. Another click. “Toga, MIA. So far, no sightings from anyone.” How long had this been routine? “You guys aren’t dead, are you? There’s no way…there’s just no way. I know you’re out there somewhere, so please.” A sigh. Tears.  - - - - - - - - - -  - - - - The recording was paused. The one that called himself Phoenix sat back and stared at the recorder with a blank face. How long had it been since he’d last heard from them? He couldn’t recall. He slowly stood up, bones creaking. He’d been sitting there for a few hours. There had been some plan, but he couldn’t remember. That’d been months ago, maybe longer at this rate. He’d lost track of time.  What he did remember was standing beside Dabi and Toga, bloodied, and Shigaraki was nowhere to be found. Then, they were separated by some good for nothing hero. The Phoenix absentmindedly rubbed the frost burn on his left arm. - - - - - - - - - - - Izuku Midoriya was dead, and what remained in his place was some half complete shell that walked around in a desperate attempt to be something. There was a bitter irony about it. He, who worked so hard to be a great hero, was reduced to nothing more than ashes. The boy adjusted the mask that covered his face, hoodie hiding his verdant hair from view as he watched from the alleyway with his head bowed. 

The new heroes were amusing. 

They used to be his friends, but times changed. 

Still, they’d try to save everyone they could. It wasn’t their fault that they weren’t the smartest. 

Hands in his pockets, the boy pressed a button. 

When the explosion was triggered on the lower floors of the building, the glass was shattered from the intensity of the flames. The fire kissed the mouth of the alley, but spread dangerously toward the streets. 

The sun was clouded by the smoke. 

The smell of nitroglycerin reminded him of Kacchan, and soon, very soon, they’d see each other again. 

The screams of terror and the deep seated panic almost made him feel sorry, almost. These people only watched, in the past, when the flames caressed his skin. He wouldn’t help them now.

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Todoroki crossed his arms as he stared intently at the psycho before them. Izuku Midoriya, wasn't dead after all these years but the villain they've been fighting. How could Midoriya turn into something like this? He was the most ambitious person when it came to being a hero.

There was an awkward silence as the three of them including the officer stood at a good distance from each other. Todoroki cleared his throat as looked back at Bakugou.

"Have you gotten any information from him, Bakugou?"

"No. I haven't. I kept asking but he would never give me a straight answer. I'm telling you all right now. You're not going to get anywhere with him." Bakugou looked up his eyes empty with no emotion.

"You sure that's the truth? We wouldn't want you to lose your license would we?" Denki growled. Again there was a long moment of silence. Bakugou lowered his head staring at his hands. He knew he didn't deserve to be Hero, that no matter what he'll never be number one. But he was his own enemy. Yet, for Denki to treat him like trash and voice how he felt. Struck a cord in him. He kept a straight face but damn did he want to punch Pikachu in the face.

All four of them lifted their heads in unison as Deku started laughing and trying to get their attention. Denki shook his head as he headed for the glass door.

"I'm going to talk to him." Denki clenched his fists but was stopped by the chief.

"I won't allow it. Your emotions are getting in the way. I don't want you doing anything to the-"

"Do anything? He killed hundreds of people like he didn't care. He most likely was the traitor and gave our school secrets to the League of Villains tHAT GOT HALF OUR SCHOOL AND OUR CLOSE FRIENDS KILLED. I DON'T CARE IF HE'S MY CLASSMATE HE DESERVES SOME FORM OF PUNISHMENT." Denki had tears running down his cheeks. He had lost so much in those 3 years, all the lives that had been stripped away. He shoved the chief away as he entered the room ignoring the cries of the older male and glared daggers at Deku.

"Hell no, am I letting that idiot hurt Deku just to let some fucking sexual frustration out." Bakugou stood up, making his way closer to the glass.

"Sounds like someone else I know." Todoroki side glanced at Bakugou instantly being flipped off by the male.

"No, I'm not your precious, Kacchan. I'm not an idiot like him that can be easily manipulated." Denki growled.

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The Phoenix perishes in its own flames. Its body explodes, and its glory is reduced to nothing more than glowing embers and ashes of its previous beauty. For some time, there is only absence. Then, suddenly, a faint glow. From the remains, something far more stunning is born. It blinds all that gaze upon it. - - - - - - - - - It had been three years since the incident, since flames devoured everything that people held dear. Only the cinders of a happier time remained, slipping through the fingers of those that tried to hold onto it tightly. “It’s been three years since the villainous attack on U.A. left many casualties.” Nearly half the school. Eyes were glued to a TV screen, blue light reflecting off of them as they stared unblinking. The news anchor that spoke was a blonde woman he’d never seen before. She stopped talking, body trembling, to dab at her eyes, smearing her eyeliner. She knew one of those unnamed bodies, didn’t she? She knew one of the children that never came home for Christmas. The eyes belonged to a young man. He was sitting alone in the darkness of a room. “Today is a…sad day for everyone. We’ll remember those that…” The words trailed off into a steady hum that made his brain feel fuzzy. “…we’ll remember all of those children…”  Again, just a hum. It made him feel warm. Slowly, he reached for the screen and touched it, enjoying the static that danced across his fingers. The part he’d been waiting for, the list. Names trailed down the screen, and he watched with intense interest. One of the names stuck out. “Midoriya, Izuku.” He smiled softly. So, they hadn’t forgotten.  - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Date: …” What day was it? “Time: 4:00 AM.” A faint click sounded, spreading through the silence. Another followed. “It’s almost time…right?” The sound of shifting. A chair was dragged across the ground. “Shigaraki, MIA. Presumably dead…according to the heroes.” More shifting, uncomfortable. “ Dabi, MIA.” A shaking breath. Another click. “Toga, MIA. So far, no sightings from anyone.” How long had this been routine? “You guys aren’t dead, are you? There’s no way…there’s just no way. I know you’re out there somewhere, so please.” A sigh. Tears.  - - - - - - - - - -  - - - - The recording was paused. The one that called himself Phoenix sat back and stared at the recorder with a blank face. How long had it been since he’d last heard from them? He couldn’t recall. He slowly stood up, bones creaking. He’d been sitting there for a few hours. There had been some plan, but he couldn’t remember. That’d been months ago, maybe longer at this rate. He’d lost track of time.  What he did remember was standing beside Dabi and Toga, bloodied, and Shigaraki was nowhere to be found. Then, they were separated by some good for nothing hero. The Phoenix absentmindedly rubbed the frost burn on his left arm. - - - - - - - - - - - Izuku Midoriya was dead, and what remained in his place was some half complete shell that walked around in a desperate attempt to be something. There was a bitter irony about it. He, who worked so hard to be a great hero, was reduced to nothing more than ashes. The boy adjusted the mask that covered his face, hoodie hiding his verdant hair from view as he watched from the alleyway with his head bowed. 

The new heroes were amusing. 

They used to be his friends, but times changed. 

Still, they’d try to save everyone they could. It wasn’t their fault that they weren’t the smartest. 

Hands in his pockets, the boy pressed a button. 

When the explosion was triggered on the lower floors of the building, the glass was shattered from the intensity of the flames. The fire kissed the mouth of the alley, but spread dangerously toward the streets. 

The sun was clouded by the smoke. 

The smell of nitroglycerin reminded him of Kacchan, and soon, very soon, they’d see each other again. 

The screams of terror and the deep seated panic almost made him feel sorry, almost. These people only watched, in the past, when the flames caressed his skin. He wouldn’t help them now.

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"Hello?" Bakugou said groggily as he lifted his head up from the couch. Man, he fell asleep in front of his TV. On it displayed old footage of him, Todoroki, and Kaminari fighting Izuku that kept on replaying over and over thanks to his laptop and ever so handy HDMI.

"You what?" Katsuki instantly sat up wide awake with the news he was given from the police station. The had actually caught him. Shit, this is going to make things far more complicated than they needed to be.

"Who else will be there?" The blonde asked as he rushed upstairs to his room, searching desperately for his hero outfit. It was loud on the hero's side as you could hear, the male stumbling, taking his clothes off, and the clattering of things being thrown around as he looked for his boots.

"See you soon." He barked, throwing his phone on his bed, and putting the upper half of his costume.

Icy hot and Pikachu are going to be there, huh? This is going to be a fuck fest for sure.

That's even more a reason to be there before any of them to see Deku first. He's probably freaking out being there all alone, he needs someone-

Wait, that was the old Deku. The new Izuku is probably sitting in a chair laughing his ass off as he confuses the hell out of the heroes. It didn't matter how Midoriya was acting now. Either way, Bakugou needs to be there to take care of him.

After 15 minutes of flying like a madman he landed in front of the police station scaring the crap out of some civilians. He stormed inside like he owned the damn place ignoring the many calls from several officers. It wasn't until the chief had grabbed Bakugou by his shoulder.

"Ground Zero, we-"

"Where is he?" His gaze burning with intensity, he needed to see Deku, he didn't have some for some preprogrammed bullshit.

"Geez, you're just as stubborn as the other ones. Right this way." The chief grumbled. Screw this heroes acting like their better than everyone else. Who made these assholes heroes?

Others? Are you fucking kidding me? How did they fucking beat me? Bastards!

Once he was brought into the secluded area, his gaze was drown to a brightly lit glass room where he saw no other than Phoenix himself sitting there on one of those hanging benches with quirk cancelation cuffs. His face had been revealed unlike the others times anyone else had seen him.

He stared at the other with almost disappointment in his eyes before turning to meet the rest of the group. But before he could  release his gaze from Izuku, Bakugou had been punched square in the jaw. He clenched his fists as he slowly turned his head to meet the owner of this knuckle sandwich to see a teary eyed Kaminari.

"You fucker. How long had you known?!" Denki yelled, panting profusely as he seethed with ire. How dare Bakugou lie to them like that? He thought aside from the insults, that they were still friends at least. That he wouldn't lie to them.

"Kaminari..." Todoroki called quietly, avoiding his gaze as now the other had created a scene. Sure, Shouto was mad, but he didn't want all of this to happen in front of people that looked up to them. How unprofessional and immature on the others part.

"You played us! Saving a kid?! Really? How long were you going to keep this little secret to yourself, huh?! I bet you were going to turn him in yourself and get all the glory! So you can be the number one hero. Well, guess what Ground Zero, you're nothing more than a villain!"

"You done, Pikachu?" Bakugou growled, as he shoulder bumped the hero, a hand pressed against his jaw as he sat down on the nearest chair then crossing his arms. Denki's punch wasn't hard, he had been hit harder by a certain broccoli head, but it still didn't change the fact that it stung. Katsuki wanted to explode and yell back but a part of him told him it would be best to keep his mouth shut.

...you're nothing more than a villain!

A villain huh? Seems like I've been called a villain a lot lately...

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The Phoenix perishes in its own flames. Its body explodes, and its glory is reduced to nothing more than glowing embers and ashes of its previous beauty. For some time, there is only absence. Then, suddenly, a faint glow. From the remains, something far more stunning is born. It blinds all that gaze upon it. - - - - - - - - - It had been three years since the incident, since flames devoured everything that people held dear. Only the cinders of a happier time remained, slipping through the fingers of those that tried to hold onto it tightly. “It’s been three years since the villainous attack on U.A. left many casualties.” Nearly half the school. Eyes were glued to a TV screen, blue light reflecting off of them as they stared unblinking. The news anchor that spoke was a blonde woman he’d never seen before. She stopped talking, body trembling, to dab at her eyes, smearing her eyeliner. She knew one of those unnamed bodies, didn’t she? She knew one of the children that never came home for Christmas. The eyes belonged to a young man. He was sitting alone in the darkness of a room. “Today is a…sad day for everyone. We’ll remember those that…” The words trailed off into a steady hum that made his brain feel fuzzy. “…we’ll remember all of those children…”  Again, just a hum. It made him feel warm. Slowly, he reached for the screen and touched it, enjoying the static that danced across his fingers. The part he’d been waiting for, the list. Names trailed down the screen, and he watched with intense interest. One of the names stuck out. “Midoriya, Izuku.” He smiled softly. So, they hadn’t forgotten.  - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Date: …” What day was it? “Time: 4:00 AM.” A faint click sounded, spreading through the silence. Another followed. “It’s almost time…right?” The sound of shifting. A chair was dragged across the ground. “Shigaraki, MIA. Presumably dead…according to the heroes.” More shifting, uncomfortable. “ Dabi, MIA.” A shaking breath. Another click. “Toga, MIA. So far, no sightings from anyone.” How long had this been routine? “You guys aren’t dead, are you? There’s no way…there’s just no way. I know you’re out there somewhere, so please.” A sigh. Tears.  - - - - - - - - - -  - - - - The recording was paused. The one that called himself Phoenix sat back and stared at the recorder with a blank face. How long had it been since he’d last heard from them? He couldn’t recall. He slowly stood up, bones creaking. He’d been sitting there for a few hours. There had been some plan, but he couldn’t remember. That’d been months ago, maybe longer at this rate. He’d lost track of time.  What he did remember was standing beside Dabi and Toga, bloodied, and Shigaraki was nowhere to be found. Then, they were separated by some good for nothing hero. The Phoenix absentmindedly rubbed the frost burn on his left arm. - - - - - - - - - - - Izuku Midoriya was dead, and what remained in his place was some half complete shell that walked around in a desperate attempt to be something. There was a bitter irony about it. He, who worked so hard to be a great hero, was reduced to nothing more than ashes. The boy adjusted the mask that covered his face, hoodie hiding his verdant hair from view as he watched from the alleyway with his head bowed. 

The new heroes were amusing. 

They used to be his friends, but times changed. 

Still, they’d try to save everyone they could. It wasn’t their fault that they weren’t the smartest. 

Hands in his pockets, the boy pressed a button. 

When the explosion was triggered on the lower floors of the building, the glass was shattered from the intensity of the flames. The fire kissed the mouth of the alley, but spread dangerously toward the streets. 

The sun was clouded by the smoke. 

The smell of nitroglycerin reminded him of Kacchan, and soon, very soon, they’d see each other again. 

The screams of terror and the deep seated panic almost made him feel sorry, almost. These people only watched, in the past, when the flames caressed his skin. He wouldn’t help them now.

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