From Despair To Rage: Villain Variant

A BNHA FanFic

By Bentarb Jade Bronze

AN: The deviation point for this story is the halfway mark of FDTR Chapter Two, after Inko and Izuku have a bit of a row. Please see the origanal work to se what happend up to that point.

It had roughly half an hour since Izuku stormed to his room in anger. Inko had just finished dinner, her eyes full of tears. Her son was right, she had failed him. That day when they returned from the doctors with knowledge that he was Quirkless, he needed comfort and assurance that it would all be okay, and what did Inko give him? Tears and apologies. What good were they to a child whose sole desire in life had just been shattered by a picture of his foot, and a man in glasses?

Believing that Izuku would rather be alone right now, she plated up his dinner, put it on a tray, and took it up stairs to his bedroom door. She hesitated for a few seconds before knocking.

"Izuku?" she called. No response. She knocked again. "Izuku, I-I've got your dinner here." Still nothing. Inko let out a sigh. "I'll just leave it outside your door. Please eat dear." With that she put the tray on the floor where it wouldn't be hit by the door, and left.

Some twenty minutes after she had finished eating, Inko went back up to her son's room. She was concerned to find the meal still untouched, right where she left it. She knocked on the door.

"Izuku? Sweety?" she called. Nothing. Her worry was growing. "Izuku, I-I'm coming, ok?" She slowly opened the door, and peeked inside. She couldn't see Izuku. Instead she saw his bedroom window open, the sheets striped from his bed, tied together, and hung out the window. Concern was replaced with panic as she rushed to look out the window. The alley was empty. Inko went to her son's desk, and saw a folded piece of paper with her name on it.

Hands shaking, she picked it up, unfolded it, and put her hand to her mouth as she saw what was written. It was just two words, but those two words managed to leave her broken hearted. She fell to her knees and wept, dropping the note on the floor, as two simple words flooded her mind.

I'm sorry.

Four days had passed since Izuku had run away, and things at his school were… tense. The first day after he'd left, Bakugou Katsuki had been visited by a Police investigator called Tsukauchi Naomasa who wanted to question him about the accusations of bullying. He admitted to the officer that he had indeed spent ten years tormenting the Quirkless boy, and that he had indeed told him to 'take a swan dive off the roof and hope he gets a Quirk in the next life'.

He was also visited by Inko, and while the detective had tried to hide his anger towards Bakugou – he had to be professional after all – she didn't. She had screamed at him, smacked him, and thrown the sort of words he never thought that Mama Midoriya would use. If you had told him a week earlier that Inko was capable of such anger, he would have laughed and called you an idiot.

Being at school didn't seem to provide Bakugou any sort of comfort. News of Izuku's disappearance had spread fast. The other students were trying to avoid him, the teachers wouldn't acknowledge his presence, and Izuku's desk seemed to be weighing down with him. Even though it was empty, Bakugou had to stop himself from turning to look at it every other minute. Things had gone wrong. And it was about to get worse.

Half way through the class, a window suddenly shattered as a rock came flying through it. It narrowly missed one of the students, and the teacher went to look out the window and yell at whoever was responsible.

"Hey!" he yelled. "Who threw tha– GAH-HA-HA!" And suddenly he was screaming as a Molotov shattered on his face and flames enveloped his body. His panicked flailing, and the rest of the petrol made the fire start spreading to the rest of the classroom.

What followed, was anarchy. Each of the students panicked, screamed, and ran for the door as the sound of other breaking windows permeated unheard around them. Soon the hallway was filled with students running for their lives and teachers failed to maintain order. Smoke filled the air, fires appeared throughout the building, and students trampled each other or injured one-another with their Quirks as they tried to escape.

Several stair ways had caught fire forcing people on the upper floors to turn around and look for another way out. Some decided to risk it and jump out the windows. Those who didn't shatter their legs ran for the front gates.

But as Bakugou found when he got their, there was no salvation in that route. Whoever was responsible had wanted to make sure no-one got out, and they somehow jammed the gates to keep them from opening. As Bakugou contemplated wether to use his explosions to go over the wall or turn and find another way out, another Molotov shattered behind him. He turned to see a trio of flaming students run screaming towards the group at the gate.

He blasted his way out of the crowed a second too late to avoid catching his trousers on fire. As he tried to put the fire out, and the screams of those who burned bled through the air, he briefly saw something. He saw a shape fleeing the scene. A human shape with a satchel by his side, and a mop of green hair. One Bakugou recognized instantly. As Heroes arrived to help, he felt hollow.

He now knew who started the fires. And he knew what happened to Izuku.

AN: This was something that was floating around my head and I decided to write it down. Its currantly a one-shot, but I might decide to add more in the futrure, maybe. It will depend on how I feel.