Chapter 1

It was approximately three years ago. When Deku disappeared and was taken from his mother, his home, and Me. He was always a good kid, maybe too good if you ask me. He was always good at filling people's hearts to the brim; It made me feel like he could take over my life at any given moment. Whenever he would talk to you, it gave you a sickeningly sweet taste in your mouth. That taste made me want to throw up. But now I would give anything for that taste to come back.

His emerald colored eyes would light up all the time like the sun. No. They wouldn't light up like the sun, they were the sun. He was the sun. I was a fool to think that I could compete with him. His annoyingly bright nature and his sickeningly sweet presence would frequently attract some unwanted attention. Throughout the time I knew him, he's developed multiple stalkers and has multiple restraining orders on people. Not like that ever stopped them. I remember one time, this one older guy that was like thirty, broke into his house in the middle of the night and curled up next to Deku. The bastard. The cops took care of him.

And now we're in this situation. I finally got the chance to see him again, but not in the circumstance I wanted. The villains attacking 1-A students, in the USJ building, with a hostage, and some sort of creature. The villains are spread out across the building and the whole damn class is spilt up. When me and shitty hair finally get back to the main part of the building, All Might is battling that one brain creature. A guy with teal hair keeps calling it 'Nomu', whatever that means. When I look at it from a fan's point of view, All Might's definitely gonna win. But... All Might cant seem to beat it. It's taking all of his punches and returning them too.

I look around to see if the other teachers were going to step in, but they were already defeated. Thirteen was on the floor missing a back and Mr. Aizawa was also on the concreate knocked out. His face was crushed, his elbow was shattered, and his body was bleeding in multiple places. He was a mess. "W-who could do so much damage?" I asked myself, unknowing of shitty hair's presence behind me. "Dude look!" I jumped at his sudden usage of his voice and looked over to where his finger pointed. Behind the multiple villains, knocked out, behind the ones that were still fighting, next to the teleporting villain, was the teal haired mini boss. He was holding some sort of chain that connected to the neck and hands of someone that looked to be around the same age as me.

The chains on their wrists were attached making mobility that much harder along with one suffocating them by the throat. It seemed like over kill for people who were seemingly on the same side. As the teal haired one they called 'Shigaraki' flaunted his 'Nomu' to All Might, the chains moved with him, hitting the cloth that covered the stranger's body. They were... floating? It didn't seem like it was their own doing though. Perhaps someone else's quirk? It was that posture someone would take when they were on the surface of the pool looking at the bottom. When a kid trys to make it look like they drowned in front of their parents, except in the air, right above the ground. It was less like floating and more like hovering.

The stranger wore a loose white short sleeve shirt and white pants. Both seemed to be tattered at the bottoms. But that really stood out against the white clothing, was the messy mop of green hair. The familiar forest green color flooded Bakugou's eyes. "T-there's no way" his eyes widened. "What's wrong, bro?" Kirishima asked, but his voice never reached Bakugou. Not when he had just found the one thing he's been looking for. Not when three years of emptiness had finally ended. Not when Deku was right in front of him. "After all these years..." his voice almost pleaded that none of this ever happened, not the attack, and definatly not Deku going missing. Bakugou slowly began giggling. With Bakugou's personality type, Kirishima was definitely creeped out by his friends sudden and unusual outburst.

"DEKU!" Bakugou shouted at random in the middle of the USJ dome. Anyone within a thirty meter radius could hear his desperate attempt to reclaim what was once an important part of his life. All Might had his hands full with the Nomu and Kirishima was just as confused as when villains entered through the warp gate. Shigaraki on the other hand, was about to snap hearing such an insult. "Open your eyes, Deku!" Shigaraki had turned his whole body in an attempt to scare the student, but Bakugou had continued his yelling. "SHUT UP." Shigaraki's voice was dripping with fury. "Make me, you fucking handy man." That was the last straw, Shigaraki had bolted at Bakugou, hand out ready to disintegrate the delinquent. "Shitty hair, you're up!" On cue with Bakubrat's order, another student jumped out from behind the villain and trapped him with his hardening quirk.

Bakugou took this time to jump at the villain and blast him with his quirk. As a reaction with Bakugou's explosion, Shigaraki dropped the chain that he held onto. The one that held Deku. As Kirishima held Shigaraki hostage in his arms, Bakugou retrieved the chain off the floor and held it tight within his hand. It was like his life depended on protecting this one person. And to Bakugou, it did. When the one thing that had meaning in his life, finally came back after being gone for so long, he was willing to kill anyone that got in his way. Not like he wouldn't do that already.

Bakugou already felt a wave of relief wash over him. This was it. This was the taste he's been missing in his life. The taste of satisfaction, honey, and green tea. It was addicting. How could he have lasted so long without it. Bakugou's deep pants and long stares at the greenete made Shigaraki's skin crawl. He wanted to scratch his neck all over again. He wanted, no he needed to be in control of the greenete again. The feeling in his stomach made him want to disintegrate everything and everyone in the building, including the Nomu. Shigaraki's growled at the ever satisfied blonde. "Get your hands OFF HIM!" Shigaraki touched his captor's arms but didn't care what the face of his enemy looked like when he was in pain. All that mattered was retrieving Midoriya.

"HE'S MINE!" Shigaraki bolted yet again at the blonde in hopes of retaking what was his and destroying what took it.