#Hayato pissed and smoking on the roof while Nezu pretends not to notice

[dark-elf-writes]

Hayato looks at Bakugou and sees a twisted fucked up reflection of himself. A world where he was praised for his fancy Quirk (Spark, able to create sparks he uses for dynamite.) where his parents spoiled him instead of hurt him. Where he was told he deserved it because he is the best. Not because he worked for it. Not because he bled for it.

They aren’t the same and he nearly murders Kirishima who says it, laying it out how they’re different. But god are they the same to.

(Bakugou isn’t happy being told he’s spoiled but once it gets pointed out suddenly his actions stop being so forgivable by the class)

THIS

This is pretty much the entire Hayato basis of their mutual hate relationship, because Hayato doesn’t care that much about Bakugou but he hates the pieces of him that are too similar. It’s like the worst kind of funhouse mirror. The horrible reality of what might have been. The realization that just for a second he wanted it.

(It would have been so much easier if his parents had spoiled him. Had treasured him. The life of a spoiled mafia prince would have been so much better than the half feral street rat he was at eight or leaving the only place he had ever known to cross the world in the hopes someone might actually want him.

He would never regret meeting Tsuna. Never regret everything he had done to get him there standing at the tenth’s side.

He only wished he hadn’t needed to suffer so much.)

It’s loathing for that piece of him that made him hiss the words at Kirishima. Made him spit them between clenched teeth like he couldn’t wait to be rid of their taste.

“I am nothing like him.”

He isn’t. He can’t be. Tsuna wouldn’t want him if he was. He wouldn’t be worthy to stand at Tsuna’s side if he was.

Kirishima’s eyes widen, realizing perhaps he had lit a fuse he couldn’t put out, but Hayato wasn’t done.

“That little fuck who has never been told no in his life? That has never once been told that he was anything but the best? I’d die before i let myself be like him.”

He turns on his heel, shoving through the door and past Baseball Freak’s reaching hand. Fuck all of them. He needs a god damn cigarette before he blows something up.