With new found determination, I'm making my way back to the base when suddenly there's a commotion not so far from where I am. It's probably a villian attack, and since old habits die hard I'm drawn to the source of the noise. 

I make my way through an alleyway directly connected to the scene of the attack and what do I see, none other than the same exact villian that attacked me. The blond imbecile let the villian escape, although it may have also been my fault.

Dismissing the tiny pang of guilt I feel I stay hidden in the shadows and continue to watch everything play out. I think the villian has taken a hostage. There are many hero's gathered around but no one is making an attempt to do anything. Soon that poor person who was unlucky enough to get taken hostage is going to die and its all because of these lots inability to do a single thing. 

Watching them just stand there makes me realise how pathetic I was as a child. How could I look up to people like them who call themselves hero's but deep down are nothing but cowards that crave attention. I guess I was fooled by society like all the other little kids out there, the exact same reason that caused me to be given so much grief over something I have no control over.

"What a poor child, he's so young as well. Won't the hero's do anything." I hear one of the many bystanders say.

So I'm guessing the hostage is still in school. I can't see who it is from the angle I'm in right now, and I don't really care until I see a flash of familiar spiky, blond hair. I step more into the light to see if it's really who I think it is and my suspicions are only confirmed by the many explosions being sent out from the users palms.

Right there being suffocated in the exact same way I was not that long ago, is my childhood friend and bully Bakugo katsuki. Is this a coincidence or is it just karma.

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"H-hey katsuki, behind you." The extra says looking absolutely terrified. I turn to see what has got them so scared and before I can even register what's happening, I feel a disgusting slime engulf me.

I'm not sure what's going on but I know its not good since the extras have ran away and I'm stuck in some gross liquid that I'm unable to get out of. Soon, starting to get a little desperate explosions come out of my palms getting bigger as sweat startsto build up. 

My explosions seem to draw a lot of attention as now there's a whole crowd watching me desperately flail around trying to get out of the grips of whatever was holding me.

Soon enough pro hero's get to the scene, it's a good thing too cause my hands are already shaking due to the bigger explosions. I hold on just a little more expecting someone to come save me but none of the damn hero's move. Soon enough the jeering of the crowd reaches my ears. 

In the little time I've been attacked, I've drawn quite an impressive crowd. In the midst of it there are some who are ideally chatting, more invested in something else other than the scene unfolding in front of them. And then there's the many people standing there pitying me.

Looking down on me.

This realisation only makes me try even harder to get out of this disgusting green glob. Ignoring the pain in my wrists I let out even bigger explosions, determined to get out of this alive, to prove to them that I don't need their pity. My explosions have little to no effect and now not only is their a sharp pain in my wrists but I'm being suffocated and I'm running out of air.

Trying to free myself from the green slimes clutches suddenly isn't as important as getting air into my lungs. I aim my explosions at the area covering my mouth and like before my efforts are futile. My explosions are getting weaker and my movements more sluggish, my vision is starting to blur and I'm starting to loose all hope of escaping.

I'm still trying my best to escape but my actions are getting less and less effective, not like they were effective in the first place. 

Suddenly, the slime villian turns around and the first thing I immediately zoom in on is a boy standing in the alleyway starting right at me with a look mixed with guilt and the tiniest bit of satisfaction.

I don't recognise the boy but his build reminds me of a certain green haired boy I know. Now that I think about it his hair is the exact same mess of curls as Deku as well but instead of dark green hair his is raven black. 

The mysterious boy standing in the alleyway realises I'm looking at him and meets my gaze. Then he slowly raises his finger to his face and points at his eye. This then makes me take notice of his face. He has dark brown eyes and no freckles but his face shape is the exact same as Deku's. I should know since I've been staring at that face for nearly all my life. I make eye contact with the boy once again, who is still pointing at his eye.

His eye?

Eye?

Oh.

With the last of my energy, I make the biggest explosion I can muster right now and aim it right at the villians eye. The villian coils back in pain and loses his hold over my mouth. As soon as it moves from my mouth I take in a huge breath, feeling the air slowly seep through my body and fill up my lungs.

I'm able to wriggle out a little bit from the sludge villians grasp but it holds on tighter as soon as it feels me try to leave. As soon as it grabs on I keep sending a barrage of explosions to it's eyes until it finally gives in and let's go of me.

Taking my chance I jump ot of its hold and immediately the pros rush to get me out of the villians perimeter.

I can clearly see the villian now, it really was just a pile of slime. It's still reeling out of control as it holds his eye in pain. The pro hero's seem to actually be trying to do something now but there making little effort. It must be embarrassing for a 15 year old kid to have escaped a villians grasp while they all just stood there wide eyed and useless.

I ignore the struggle of the hero's and make my way to a safer area away from the fight where I'm suddenly hounded by flashing cameras pointing right at me. I notice not all of the reporters at the scene are trying to interview me, some are still recording the ongoing fight, but still more than half of them are shoving there mic's in my face. It's annoying as hell and now I'm unable to see Deku.

I manage to turn to face the direction of the alleyway where I now see black curls walking deeper inside until they're complete merged with the shadows. Sending light explosions from my palms I'm able to make my way through the reporters and the crowd blocking my way. I go around to the other side of the alley as fast as I can and when I reach it I'm met with darkness but no Deku.

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I see Kacchan being surrounded by a bunch of reporters and out of harms way taking that as my que to leave. I'm not sure why I decided to help Kacchan, mabey because him getting attacked was my fault. Or maybe it was because I couldn't bare to see my childhood friend die, the same one that told me to kill myself. Before I had still thought that we could be friends, I tried so hard but I finally realised that it would never happen. Maybe I still want be friends with him, that could be why I helped him.

I step out of the dark alleyway and into the blinding lights, expelling the terrible thoughts in my head as I do it.

Why wouldn't I want help him?

Why am I thinking of reasons to help him, did I not want to help him in the first place? No that's not true, even if it wasn't Kacchan I would have still helped them, if there's someone in danger and there's something I can do of course I'd go and help them. 

Then I remember the tiniest feeling of satisfaction as watched the older boy getting what he deserved. Now I feel like a terrible person.

I look up blfrom my train of thought to see that I'm back at the villian attack where the hero's are still fighting the villian. I guess my feet just unconsciously brought me here. I look around searching for Kacchan to see that he is nowhere in sight and all the reporters have gone back to watching the fight. I guess he went to go look for me.

I'm about to leave once again when from the corner of my eye I spot a familiar skinny figure wearing clothes that are obviously to big for them. They're leaning against a pole, clutching their wound and watching the fight in front of him. 

He's been here the whole time just watching.

He was just watching as Kacchan nearly died. 

Doing nothing!

A burst of anger overtakes me and I storm up to the skinny man. 

"Pathetic." I snarl into his ear and without even waiting for his reaction I turn away and stomp back the way I came.

I was so blinded by anger that I didn't even realise the ticking time bomb walking right up to me.

"Deku!" 

I look up to find Kacchan walking up to me. Almost instantly I turn to run but he gets to me and holds me in place. He spins me around and now we're face to face.

"What did you do to your hair?" Huh. Oh right I died my hair and he still thinks I'm alive.

"I just decided to change up my look, just for today though." I tell him, plastering an innocent smile on my face. Everyone should know that he's been hallucinating my existence so talking to him now should be fine, no one will believe him anyway.

He glares at me not seeming convinced but then he forgets about it and changes the subject.

"Why were you in the alleyway, were you looking for me?" Not knowing what to say i simply nod, then a word I never thought I could hear the boy say comes out of his mouth. "Thanks."

I make a little squeaking sound, confused about how we got to this point. Kacchan shoves his hands into his pockets and looks away and I swear I saw the slightest shade of pink on the boys cheeks.

"For helping me. If it wasn't for you, I hate to admit it but I probably would have died."

Did he really just admit that he couldn't have escaped without my help. The great Bakugo Katsuki for once setting aside his huge ego and admitting that he needed help. I think the world is ending.

"And sorry again for when I told you to - you know. Today I was so close to death and it made me realise just how horrible what I said to you was." 

I think I might actually be the one hallucinating now. In complete and utter shock I look up to the sky.

"What are you doing?"

"Checking if pigs are flying." I hear a slight huff almost like a laugh come from the boy and I swear I almost fainted. Not only did he thank me then apologise but than he laughed, not one of those undermining laughs, or those ones where you know your in trouble as soon as you hear it. It was a genuine laugh or as much as a laugh that could come out from the teenage boy infront of him.

"Considering all that I did to you, a simple apology like that isn't going to change anything but I'm trying my best to become a better person, so will you help me on the way." He looks at up at me, his face snarl free.

Maybe the sludge villian actually did kill me.