Chapter 13: From Lover to Villain

Izuku Midoirya (Deku)

I ran down the sidewalk under the light of the lamposts. I was running to Todoroki's house. I had to get away from Kacchan. I'm no good for her. No! Stop thinking like that! She's no good for you! Yeah. She's no good for me. She ruined me. She made me the monster I am right now. She wouldn't save me when I asked. She wouldn't help. I stop in my tracks as I see my former friend's house. I knock on the door and Momo answers. I was not expecting this. "Hi Yayorouzu. Long time, no see. Is Shoto here?" She smiled and pulled me into a hug. She opened the door wide. "Yeah. Come on in. He's in his study. I can get him for you. Make yourself comfortable." She welcomed.

"Sure. Thank you Yayorouzu."

"Oh please call me Momo. Plus Shoto and I are married so I'm technically a Todoroki now."

"Sorry Momo."

"No harm done," she said before walking away down the long hall. I walked to the living room and sat on the cranberry colored couch. I took out my phone and typed out a text. 'We could have done this the nice way. Now I have to get my hands dirty. Why'd you have to do that to me?' I press send and my phone instantly blows up with text messages but I don't read any of them. I know they could have drawn me back in, made me go against my already laid out plans. So instead, I turn the phone off, staring at the blank screen after doing so. Moments later, Momo came back, empty-handed.

"Come with me," she says before leading me down the hall she disappeared down earlier. When she gets to a white wooden door with a sign that reads "Shoto's Office" she knocks, stepping back before the door swings open to reveal a white-haired man. "T-T-Todoroki?" I ask the man. He turns around from his desk and now I properly see his face. The same eyes from high school looked at me in wonder. "I guess broccoli boys don't ever change much do they? Momo, dear, you can leave us now."

"Of course." As the door closed, Shoto beckoned me to come closer. I did so and he twirled me around before pulling me into his lap. I laughed. I can't lie, I did have a thing for Shoto when we were freshman. I try to channel those feelings as I feel Todoroki's breath on my neck. I tilted my head back and smiled at the multichromatic eyed male. If I had to fake being in love to get what I want, what I need, so be it. I can't let my feelings get in the way of true justice.

Todoroki's lips collided with mine soon. I hesitantly kissed back. Part of me knew this was wrong but part of me didn't want to be right. I wanted to get lost in the moment. I wanted to be that type of guy. While I'm kissing him, I don't think of her. It's amazing. I don't think of anything. I just want to get trapped in that moment where I don't have to worry about what will happen in the next. Todoroki pulled his lips away from mine. I've never kissed a man before but it felt great. Kacchan is the only person I have ever kissed.

We paused for a moment but my mind kept on wondering if a certain ash-blonde would be jealous. In all honesty, the kiss wasn't half as good as Kacchan's but I couldn't kiss Kacchan so this would have to do. I didn't want to think of this, anyways. I looked at Todoroki. He opened his mouth to say something, probably an apology, but I wouldn't stand for that. I had to show him I cared too. I had to make him believe I was going to commit to him so he would commit to me. I needed him to devote everything to my happiness so I had to show that I was willing to do the same. That being said, before he could say anything, I kissed him. I felt so in control for the first time since I left Kacchan at the graves. I didn't know what I was doing but I knew I was doing it.

I put my hands in Todoroki's pockets, pulling him closer to me. I wanted him to be mine. He pulled away before joining his lips with my skin. He kissed my neck before moving lower. He pulled my shirt over my head, kissing my bare chest and stomach. I pulled away and put on a fake frowny-face. "I wanna have some fun too." I then put my lips on his neck planting soft kisses along the skin of his neck. He laughed. "Who knew you were so good at this~"

"You should have," I say, moving down to his now-bare chest. Then, a knock is heard from the door.

"Who is it?" Todoroki-Kun calls, moving me from off of him so he could reach his shirt and put it on. As Todoroki was buttoning the last button when Ya- Momo opened the door, spotting my bare chest and Todoroki wearing a wrinkled shirt with the last button being buttoned. "I'm sorry, Todoroki. I'll fix this," I say as I walk towards the door. He grabs my wrist, twirling me around.

"Don't. I'm getting tired of her anyways. Always such an attitude that one. " I frowned at that. He wondered if that's how Katsuki thought of me. Was I just disposable to her? Ugh! I need to stop thinking of her. "What did you come here for, by the way, Midoryia?"

"About that."

Momo

I can't believe that idiot! What am I saying? The only idiot here is me! Everyone told me "He doesn't love you Momo. You're only a distraction from his undying love for Midoryia." I didn't listen though. Tears stream down my face. I didn't leave when he started abusing me. I didn't leave when he cheated on me the first time... or the second. I thought them just to be flings but I was his solid rock to depend on. When he abused me, I thought him to be testing my strength. Deep down, I knew he didn't care but I didn't want to admit that. I was nothing but he made me his queen. I became royalty in society. I don't even know why it mattered. It's not like he ever even allowed me to see society.

When I saw Midoryia here tonight, I knew the threat he posed in my relationship yet I didn't stop him. Maybe it was because part of me knew that I didn't want to be in this relationship. For one who hates his father, he sure acts a lot like him. I'm pregnant now, not that it matters. I haven't told Shoto yet but I honestly don't think it would've made sense. He does whatever fits his agenda, not adjusting it for anyone. I walked into the house and started the walk to Shoto's office. It's time to give him a piece of my mind.

Bakugo

All I feel is pain. I walk around the house I called home just hours ago like a stranger. Everything was os incomplete without Deku. I didn't know what to do. At first, I didn't know what he meant but an hour after I had a break trough and figured he was talking about killing himself. I went to the only place I could think he would do that, the middle school, where I told him to take a swan dive. I guess he's already dead now though. Don't think like that Katsuki! It's true. I wasn't able to save him. I was the cause of his death. I went from lover to villain. Just last night I held the nerd while we watched a horror movie, kissing him every time he got scared. With every kiss, he would blush and smile. He still has - had that cute smile. Just like I told him when we were kids, he was my reason for living so I plan on dying. Not today. I deserve to live through the pain of today. I'll live tomorrow, too. I'll live until I can smile again.

When that time comes, I'll die because I don't deserve happiness. I know I'm going to h**l. That thought usually comforts me. At least, I'll pay for all the bad things I've done. The thought provides no comfort tonight, though. I don't understand how I'll ever feel comfort again. He was my comfort. He was my everything. I slide down the wall my back is pressed up against. He is my everything. As my butt reaches the carpeted ground, a black falls out of my pocket. The ring. I was going to say I was sorry. I was going to obey his wishes. I was going to propose to him. Not anymore. I'm so stupid. I'm such an idiot. I should've known. I turn around, pounding my fists into the walls. Memories flashback of me pounding the same fists into Deku. I'm so terrible. I told myself I had changed, I was better, but it was all lies. I just wanted to feel like a good guy but I'm not. I'm nothing more than a mean killer. The blood is on my hands. Deku's blood is on my hands. It's all my fault he's not here laughing about something stupid right now. It's my fault that I nor anyone else will ever get to see his adorable blush again! It's my fault that those lips will never be kissed again! It's all my fault! I'm so terrible! I miss him so much. I pick up a vase form the table by my side and throw it at the door. Then, I hear it. Him.

"Kacchan. Be nice. Ya know, throwing vases isn't very kind," Deku's voice says from behind me. He's here. He's not dead. I want so much to see those beautiful emerald eyes again. I would give anything to do so and all I have to do is lean my head back. A small voice inside of me tells me that this is all a trick, that I'll pay the price, but I don't care. I tilt my head back but do not see Deku. In his place, I see a monster. Its bones bent in shapes no godly creature's bones should ever be able to bend in. Its skin was gray. It had a wig on top of it. A green wig. I snatched the wig off of the creature and tried to use my explosions but nothing came out of my hand.

"Having troubles Kacchan?"

Todoroki

I watched Momo stand in front of me, lyrics pouring out of her mouth as if my life had become a musical. "You know I love you boy," she started. "In every single way," she continued, her arms coming out from the sides, making a hopeless gesture. "You know I love you boy," she sang, her hands returning to her sides. "I'll miss you every day." Her hands moved to in front of her stomach, her fingers intertwining. "You know I love you boy. I wish that I could stay with you and keep the life I made with you," she harmonized. Her hands began to float out before returning to their former position. "And even though it feels so right," her voice climbed higher. Her hands went out in front of her, her head bending down. Her hands moved outwards, then inwards, close to returning to their previous position, before dropping to her sides. "I'm holding off the teeeeaaaaars tonight!" Her hands join together once again.

"It's true. I'll never get over you," her voice drops lower. Her hands dropping to her sides again, shaking her head. "'Cause I have built a future in my mind with you" Her hands are in front of her again but soon return to her side."And now the hope is gone. There's nothing left for me to do" She sings as she puts her hands down flat as if she's touching the ground, moving her hands from the middle where they met, to her sides, to her chest, where her fingertips touched, before flying to her side.

"This is true. I'm saying to you," her voice gets higher as she sings. Her hands stay by her side. "I don't need your love, no, no." Her right hand makes a chopping motion. "I don't need your love, no, no." Her right hand chopped the air as she sang the nos. "It'll never be better than it was no, no" Her hands began to join together, fingertips touching. Her hands joined together for the next line, emphasizing the nos with downwards movements. "But I don't need your love."

"I never got a choice," she sings voice lowering."With the King I stayed alive," she gestures with her right hand towards me."Never had a choice," she throws her arms in the air, like a bird getting ready for flight. "Became a wife, just to survive," she gestures towards herself.

"I don't have a choice. If Shoto says "It's you", then it's you" She points at me before pulling me close to prove her point. "No matter how I felt. It's what I had to do." She ends and I notice my beloved Izuku is no longer here. Where did he leave off to in such a hurry? Why did I let her distract me from what's really important? Him.

Deku

"Nerd. Useless. Unwanted. Broken. No one cares," the voices taunted. They've only been around since Kacchan's been gone. I miss Kacchan which is why I'm going to go pay the lady a visit. Love is a mischievous thing, a cruel thing at times. It plots against us, driving us away from everyone except for them. The one. Lover. As I walked down the familiar street towards the house I used to call my home, I thought about my plan. The cement was stinging my bare feet. The only light in the darkness came from the street lights but I didn't need any light to know where the house is. I might not call it home anymore but I know it like it is my home. I soon arrived at the driveway to find Kacchan's red pick-up truck. I walk beside it, dragging my nails along the side, scraping the paint off.

Bakugo

Thoughts are just the reactions inside of us. What do you think of when you see him is the same as how do you react inside when you see him. It's just different wording. Life is just an endless cycle of reactions, inside and out. It starts when you're born. How do you react? Do you cry? If so, how will the doctors and your parents react? If they clean you off and coddle you, what will be your reaction? It's an endless cycle of reactions. So when I saw Deku standing in the door of our home, how should I react? I didn't know what to say. He didn't seem like him. My explosions weren't working and I'm terrible at working my magic. There was a monster attacking me. How would Deku react? Did he do this? In all honesty, I'm not that worried for myself, I'm just worried about him. What's happened? What's changed? Why are the sparks in his eyes gone? What happened to him? Where is the goofy smile? Where is the cute laugh? Where is the concern? Where is the emotion? Why is it gone? Why is he vacant?

"Need help Bakubro?" That's when it happened. I was a witness. I was helpless. Everything ended, right in front of my eyes. To clarify, Deku turned around, Kirishima pulled Deku close into a kiss before ripping his heart out of his chest and I was helpless. I try to stand but my legs won't move. Love is harmful, toxic. It clouds our thoughts. The beast who was formerly in front of me had disappeared. So it was Deku. Not that it matters. I would have happily died for Deku's happiness. He doesn't deserve this. Knives stab at my heart. I clench my chest, sobbing uncontrollably. I don't even deserve to feel this pain. It's my fault. It's all my fault. Kirishima comes over to me, Deku's blood still on his hands. "STAY AWAY FROM ME!" I scream.

Everything hurts. Kirishima backs away and runs out of the house and I stay where I am, sobbing, unable to move. Part of me thought Deku could be alive before. Now, I know he's dead. His dead body is on our freaking carpet. It's all my fault. I could've saved him but instead, I watched as he was killed. I'm a villain. I used to say I was a hero but I was just kidding myself. I finally was able to crawl over to Deku's body. I picked up his heart off of the porch and placed where it should be. Then, I lay my head on top of his chest. I know it's a sick sentiment but I'm too hurt to care. "Deku please tell me how to bring you back," I whisper.

"Call him. Become one. Save me. Be the hero."

"Okay Deku."

(Hi everyone! That's the end of this book! I plan on writing a sequel if y'all want me too. I know I'm a mean author-chan for giving such a cliffhanger ending. I know y'all are probably mad. I'm sorry. Don't hate me. This hurt me so much to write. I wrote three thousand words of pain. Anyways, I hope it was something interesting during the quarantine. Comment what you think the name of the next book should be. Also, comment if you want a second book. I know this has been a kind of short book but... I felt like this was a good place to end it. I love you all! I hope you enjoyed this book! Have a nice day lovelies! ~Author-Chan)

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