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The atmosphere inside the main lodge was suffocating.
Outside, the forest was alive with the sounds of pros arriving, helicopters in the distance, and the coordinated, quiet movements of Nezu's "clean-up squad." The Pussycats, Aizawa, and Vlad King were managing the scene, dealing with the captured villains and the wounded.
Inside, Class 1-A had been gathered in the main common room. They weren't being debriefed. They were just… waiting. The injured had been given preliminary first aid by a grim-faced Mandalay before she returned to the field. Momo and Mina, their arms in makeshift slings, sat on a couch, pale and trembling, their eyes vacant, reliving the moment Muscular had effortlessly broken them. Rumi had been rushed to a separate, private room, where a medical-quirk user from the Pussycats was frantically working to stabilize her.
The rest of the class sat scattered, wrapped in shock blankets, nursing their own minor wounds. The adrenaline had faded, leaving behind a cold, sick horror. They had seen heroes fight on TV. They had been in a disaster at the USJ. But this… this was different. This wasn't a fight. It was a systematic execution.
They had seen Akaza, their friend, their classmate, the guy who sat quietly on the bus, become a monster.
"He… he just…" Ochaco Uraraka was the first to speak, her voice barely a whisper. She was pale, her hands shaking as she clutched her blanket. "He didn't even hesitate. He… he tore him apart. That… that wasn't a hero. That was a…"
"A monster," Kaminari finished, his voice hollow. He was staring at the wall, not really seeing it. "He's a monster. Did you see his eyes? He was… he was enjoying it."
"That's not true!" Mina Ashido suddenly sobbed from the couch. The sound was sharp, painful. "He… he saved us! You didn't see what that thing did to Momo! To Rumi! He… he was…" Her words dissolved into terrified, confused tears.
"But he killed him," Iida said, his voice rigid with a shocked, dogmatic certainty. He was trying to process what he'd seen, to fit it into his ordered view of the world, and it wouldn't fit. "He brutally tortured and then executed a subdued opponent. It is the antithesis of everything we are taught. It is the action of a villain, plain and simple."
"He had no right!" Uraraka added, her fear turning to a self-righteous anger. "We're training to be heroes, to save people! Not… not that! He took a life!"
Izuku Midoriya was shaking. He had seen Akaza's power up close. He had felt his rage. But this was the first time he had seen it fully unleashed. He thought of All Might, of his smiling, life-affirming rescues. And then he thought of Akaza's gauntlet, dripping with blood. The way Muscular's body had… burst.
"He's right," Izuku said, his voice heavy with a terrible, sad finality. "All Might… All Might would have found another way. He would have saved everyone, even… even the villain. What Akaza-kun did… it was wrong. It was… it was murder."
The room fell silent, the weight of that word hanging in the air. Most of the class, Kaminari, Sero, Jiro, and Ojiro, nodded in grim agreement, their fear and horror connecting into a unified judgment.
Shoto Todoroki said nothing. He sat by himself, staring at his hands, his mind replaying the scene. He remembered Akaza's advice about his father. He remembered the cold fury in Akaza's eyes. He felt a strange, cold resonance with that rage. He understood, in a way he couldn't articulate, what it felt like to have a family member hurt by a monster. He said nothing.
In the corner, Katsuki Bakugo sat slumped in a chair, his head down, his gaze fixed on the floor. He had been completely, unnervingly silent since they'd been brought inside.
Izuku, sensing a strange lack of explosive anger from his rival, looked over. He needed everyone to be on the same page, to agree that this was a line that couldn't be crossed.
"Kacchan?" Izuku asked, his voice hesitant. "You… you saw it. You saw what he did. You must agree… that was… that was wrong, right?"
Bakugo didn't move for a long moment. The only sound was Mina's quiet sobbing.
"...I don't know," he finally growled, his voice so low it was almost inaudible.
"What?" Sero asked, leaning in. "What did you say?"
Bakugo's head slowly came up, and his red eyes were not filled with their usual explosive rage. They were… conflicted. "Tch. I said… killing is bad, but… I get it."
"'Get it'?" Iida repeated, standing up, his form rigid. "Bakugo, there is no 'getting it'! He summarily executed a captured villain! He tortured him!"
"He was a murderer!" Uraraka said, her voice finding a new strength in her conviction. "He's just as bad as him!"
"He's a monster…" Kaminari whispered.
"He's unstable…"
"He's a villain…"
The murmurs rose, one after another, as the class turned on the one person who wasn't joining their chorus of condemnation.
"SHUT UP!"
Bakugo's roar was so sudden and so violent that it physically jolted everyone in the room. The sobbing stopped. The talking ceased. There was only the sound of his ragged breathing. He slowly stood up, his entire body trembling with a contained, terrifying energy.
"ALL OF YOU, JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
He stalked into the center of the room, his eyes scanning their shocked faces.
"DO YOU KNOW A SINGLE THING ABOUT THAT BASTARD? HUH?" he yelled, jabbing a finger at them. "NONE OF YOU DO! ALL YOU'VE SEEN IS THE FUCKING POWER! YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE REST OF IT, YOU GODDAMN IDIOTS!"
He took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to articulate something he clearly didn't have the words for.
"CAN'T YOU SEE?" he finally spat. "THROUGHOUT THIS WHOLE FUCKING YEAR… HE'S NOT THE MONSTER YOU PUSSIES ARE MAKING HIM OUT TO BE! EVEN DURING THE FUCKING USJ! WHEN HE WAS ALMOST KILLED BY THAT BIG-BRAINED FREAK! HE DIDN'T KILL ANYONE! HE HAD CONTROL!"
He slammed his fist into his own palm, a small explosion popping.
"I KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE! I KNOW WHEN I SEE IT! I GET PISSED OFF AND I WANT TO BLAST EVERYTHING TO HELL! I KNOW HOW FUCKING HARD IT IS TO CONTAIN THAT! AND HE DID IT! HE LET THAT HAND-FREAK GO, EVEN AFTER HE WAS ALMOST KILLED! HE HAD THE POWER TO WIPE THEM ALL OUT, AND HE HELD BACK!"
The class was in stunned silence. They had never seen Bakugo like this, not just angry, but... analytical. Passionately defensive of someone else.
Izuku, however, couldn't let it go. His own idealism, the core of his being, was under attack. "But Kacchan, he didn't hold back! Not this time! He… he tortured him! He broke his arms, his legs… and then he killed him. That's… that's unforgivable. It's against everything All Might teaches us!"
The name was the trigger.
In a blur of motion, Bakugo crossed the room, his hand clamping around Izuku's throat, slamming him back against the wall. Izuku gagged, his hands flying up to claw at Bakugo's wrist.
"Bakugo! Stop!" Uraraka screamed. "Bakugo!" Kirishima yelled, jumping to his feet.
"NOW YOU LISTEN HERE, YOU FUCKING NERD!" Bakugo roared, his face inches from Izuku's, spittle flying. "I KNOW HOW MUCH OF AN ALL MIGHT LOVER YOU ARE! I KNOW I AM TOO! BUT FORGET THE BUFF BITCH FOR A SECOND, YOU DAMN NERD!"
The pure blasphemy of the statement shocked the class into silence again.
"YOU'RE RIGHT! I DON'T KNOW MUCH ABOUT HIM!" Bakugo screamed, his eyes wild. "BUT I KNOW ONE THING! ALL I DO KNOW IS THAT HE LOVES THAT RABBIT GIRL MORE THAN HIS FUCKING LIFE!"
He was shaking now, not from rage, but from the force of his own words. "Back in middle school… I got in her face. Called her a freak, said I'd blast her stupid ears off. I was just talking shit. But he… he was on me before I could even light a spark. He put me on my ass, his hand on my throat. He didn't hurt me. He just... looked at me. With those same, dead fucking eyes. He told me if I ever, ever threatened her again, he'd kill me. And you know what? I believed him."
He let go of Izuku, shoving him to the floor. Izuku fell, coughing and rubbing his throat, his eyes wide with shock.
"I SAW HER STATE, DEKU!" Bakugo continued, his voice hoarse. "SHE WAS A FOOT AWAY FROM HER FUCKING DEATH! BROKEN, BLEEDING, UNCONSCIOUS! I KNEW THE SECOND I SAW HER LIKE THAT, THAT MUSCLE FREAK WAS AS GOOD AS DEAD! AND YOU'RE ALL SITTING HERE, WHINING ABOUT 'HERO ETHICS'?"
He jabbed his finger at Izuku. "SO SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT 'WHAT'S WRONG'! LET ME ASK YOU THIS, YOU DUMBASS! IF THAT SHIGARAKI BASTARD HAD YOUR MOTHER?! IF HE WAS BREAKING HER BONES, ONE BY ONE, SLOWLY TORTURING HER TO DEATH RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU, LIKE HOW THAT MUSCLE FREAK DID TO RUMI... YOU'D JUST STAND THERE AND LET HIM, HUH?! YOU'D CUFF HIM AND TALK ABOUT THE 'TEACHINGS'?!"
Izuku's blood ran cold. The image of his mother in that scenario… he couldn't breathe. He had no answer.
"IT'S EASY TO SAY ALL THAT NOBLE BULLSHIT WHEN IT'S NOT YOUR FAMILY ON THE FUCKING LINE!" Bakugo roared. He turned, his furious, disgusted gaze sweeping over the rest of his classmates.
"FUCK YOU ALL! YOU TURN YOUR BACKS ON THE GUY WHO JUST BLED FOR YOU. THE GUY WHO SAVED ALL YOUR FUCKING LIVES AT THE USJ! THE GUY WHO JUST SAVED THOSE THREE! YOU'RE NOT HEROES. YOU'RE JUST A BUNCH OF FUCKING FAKES!"
He stalked to the door, slammed it open so hard it nearly tore off its hinges, and stormed out into the night, leaving a heavy, shattered silence in his wake.
Bakugo didn't stop walking. He marched out of the lodge and into the cold night air, his hands stuffed in his pockets, his shoulders hunched. He kicked a stone, sending it skittering across the gravel path, a small, unsatisfying punctuation to the rage still boiling in his chest.
Fucking fakes. Fucking cowards.
They sat in that room, all high and mighty, judging him. Judging Akaza. They had no idea. They hadn't seen what he'd seen. They didn't understand that cold look in Asura's eyes. It wasn't enjoyment. It was... absence. A complete lack of anything. A terrifying, single-minded purpose.
He'd spent his whole life looking up to All Might. The Number One. The guy who always wins, who always smiles. He wanted to be that. He wanted to be the strongest, the undisputed winner.
But tonight… he'd seen something else.
He'd seen Deku, with his borrowed power, spout the same idealistic crap.
'All Might would have found another way.'
Bullshit.
What if there wasn't another way? What if "another way" just meant letting the monster live, letting him get away, letting him come back to hurt someone else?
He thought of Akaza. The bastard was quiet, aloof, but he never lied. He never pretended to be something he wasn't. When he fought, he fought to win. When he spoke, he spoke the truth. And when someone he loved was hurt... he finished the threat. Permanently.
Fuck All Might, Bakugo thought, the realization hitting him with the force of a physical blow. The path of the smiling, perfect hero… it was a lie. It was a pretty story for the cameras. Akaza's path... the one that was bloody and dark and ugly... that was real.
He found himself walking aimlessly, his feet carrying him toward the medical wing of the lodge, where the real pros were working. He stopped outside a window, drawn by a faint light.
He looked inside. And he froze.
It was Akaza. He was sitting on a chair next to a bed where Rumi lay, buried in bandages, an IV in her arm. The moonlight coming through the window painted the scene in a pale, sterile light.
And Akaza, the monster, the killer, the guy who had just executed a villain with ice in his veins... was holding her hand. His head was bowed, his shoulders shaking. He was mumbling something, too quiet to hear. And as he lifted his head to look at her unconscious face, Bakugo saw the impossible: tears were streaming down his cheeks. Not just a few. He was silently, completely, brokenly crying.
The sight hit Bakugo harder than any explosion. It was raw. It was something he wasn't supposed to see.
He stumbled back from the window, his own throat suddenly tight. He saw himself in that chair. He imagined the old hag, his mother, lying in that bed. Or his dad. What would he have done?
He thought about his own hands, his own power. He thought about Muscular's mangled body and Akaza's bloody gauntlets. And then he thought about those tears.
It's easy to call him a monster, he thought, clenching his own fists. But he's the only one who did what had to be done. He protected his family.
He turned and walked away from the window, his mind made up.
Akaza's path it is. The world really is a better place without these fucks.
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