The Result of the Bully

Actions Have Consequences

"It's honestly pathetic. You acted like you were the strongest guy in the world in class. You're down because of one little burn?" 

Bakugo's blood ran cold when he heard that voice. He turned his head to see the other boy kneeling by him. 

"T-Todoroki? W-what are you d-doing? Why are you h-helping him?" he said, trying his best not to stutter, but doing so anyways. Todoroki just rolled his eyes. 

"I'm a villain, like him." 

Panic set into Bakugo as he ran possibilities in his head. He flung his arms out and grabbed Todoroki's shoulders so he could get closer. 

"I don't know what he did to force you to be a villain, but we're heroes! Our quirks combined are more than enough to take him down! We just-" 

Bakugo was interrupted by Todoroki standing up and kneeing him right in the face. "After everything you did, you still have the decency to call yourself a hero? You are pathetic." 

Bakugo's heart dropped to his stomach as he stared at Todoroki's face of hatred. He knew Shinso's and Izuku's faces were masked, hiding their hate, but he always thought Todoroki just had a naturally blank expression. Now, he saw it was just another mask. None of these people were who he thought they were. 

"Now, now, I didn't come here just so you could meet up with your old classmates. I was just coming myself for a visit, but since you decided to do that..." Izuku said in a sing-song voice as he pulled a switchbalde from his pocket. "Well... actions have consequences don't they?" 

 Izuku kicked him hard in the stomach, sending him across the room. Bakugo coughed up blood as he skidded on the floor. He grunted as he tried to sit up, but Izuku was already by his side again. He held down his head. 

"You're a bully... and you should never forget it." Izuku held up his knife and stabbed it into Bakugo's stomach. He let out a gargled scream, trying to push him away, but Todoroki was there, holding his arms down. 

Izuku dragged the knife through Bakugo's flesh, carving him in different directions, lifting it and stabbing again in lines, all while Bakugo was screaming in agony. 

Todoroki flinched at the horrible sounds, but to Izuku... it was music to his ears. He finished and took out his knife. He stood up and looked down at Bakugo, who was shaking with his eyes closed. 

"Open your eyes and look at yourself." 

Bakugo didn't dare to disobey and forced his eyes open to look at his own body. He expected to see his insides pouring out, or mangled skin, but he saw something else. 

Instead of gorey wounds, his stomach was covered in clean cuts. Cuts that formed lines. Those lines formed letters. 

And those letters formed a word. 

BULLY. 

Izuku had carved the word 'BULLY' in Bakugo's stomach. 

"I'm going to leave you here, so you can look at that and understand exactly what you are." 

He motioned for Todoroki to get up and follow him, so he did, and they both left the room, closing and locking the door behind them. 

As they were walking up the stairs, Izuku noticed how pale Todorki's face had gotten, and he realized he had probably never seen torture like that, or that close. 

"Are you ok? I'm sorry if I got a little carried away, I didn't meant to traumatize you-" 

"No, no, I'm fine, I just-," he sighed. "I guess it's hard to imagine him being that horrible when he screams like that." 

"Well, when you've done things like that as much as me, you learn that no matter how good or bad you are, we all scream the same," Izuku said, twirling his knife in his hand. "If you plan to do that to your father, he'll scream the sameee way."

Somehow, that seemed to really calm Todoroki down as his face didn't look so sickly anymore. He understood why Izuku seemed to like those screams. Imagining his father screaming like that sounded amazing. 

He didn't really know the Bakugo Izuku knew, so it was easier to make him out as a better person; but he's seen first-hand what kind of person his father was. He wanted to make him scream like that. 

He was going to make him scream like that. 

"We still have not been able to locate the League's base," Tsukauchi said, leaning on the meeting table. "It's been nine days, and the League hasn't made any further moves since kidnapping four students and Eraserhead." 

"Well, I think we all know that villain is the one that called the League. He shouldn't be considered a student," Endeavor said. Other heroes at the meeting nodded in agreement. 

"We have to figure something out! Search all the sketchy places! Abandoned buildings! Who knows when they plan to kill them!" Present Mic shouted frantically. He was worried for his students and his friend. 

"We need to keep a level head, we're useless if we aren't focused. I've mapped out potential areas, we'll search there. We'll find them." 

"And we're going to arrest that little brat. I don't think even Nezu will give him another chance after this," Midnight said, crossing her arms. 

"If only I were there as well, I might've been able to prevent this." 

"Don't blame yourself. You were still recovering, there was nothing you could do," Tsukachi said. 

"Well, I'm healed now, and I know I'm strong enough to help take them back." He stood up and balled his hand into a fist. He lifted it above his head. "Even if I can only use my quirk for a few minutes a day now, I'll get them back and defeat the League of Villains." 

"They won'te even know what's coming. It was a smart idea to tell the public you were in a coma. No villains went after you while you were recovering because they all thought you were defeated." 

"I can't wait to see that smug look get knocked off their faces when they realize they didn't win."