Katsuki bakugou pov
That day...
That God damn day...
I remember it like it was yesterday...
We were playing in the park, and that little nerd was telling me about a heroes quirk he saw. How I could do what they do with my explosions but better. It was just a normal day...
Then that bastard showed up...
He appeared out of a portal and reached out to grab me, mumbling something about his boss needing my quirk. I was horrified as the guy looked like a corpse...
But that damn deku...
He pushed me out the way and was grabbed...
We never saw him again after that...
3 weeks later, the old hag told me what happened...
It makes my skin crawl when I think about it. I was supposed to be taken, but deku saved me from that horror show. It made me angry, how powerless I felt.
2 months after that, a new kid came to our school...
He looked just like deku, just brown hair and eyes. He gave an aura of death, like my life was at risk of being cut short just looking at him.
I already knew that thing already...
It hurt to look at it...
The old hag and pops told me about him, about how a villain created him as some kinda weapon, how he tried to save deku, how he had to do horrible things to people since he was born. At the time, all I understood was two things, he was hurt from what he did, and he tried to save deku...
That was good enough for me...
Back then, I still considered deku a friend, despite my attitude back then. So when I learned about this new kid, I immediately latched onto him. The old hag was probably too honest about the guy, likely due to stress. She told me that deku was now this guy's beating heart and that he was adopted by Auntie inko.
When he arrived, the dynamic of the school changed. The teacher would discourage us from playing with him, saying his quirk was evil and disgusting. I ignored them. The last time I listened, I started to bully my only friend, and he's dead now.
Like my old 'friends' did for me, I started following Y/n around like one of those extras. It didn't feel so bad, though. It was interesting, to say the least. Most of the time, he would scare off bullies, though he wouldn't touch them. When they fought back, I would kick their ass.
Our day to day would follow the routine of school, stop bullies, train, and then him tutoring me. It became that way when he told me his new purpose to achieve dekus dream, when he said that, I felt like it was my duty to help him see it through, as Thanks for the nerd saving my life.
It would stay that way up until we were about 10, or at least I was. Apparently, Y/n was technically almost 2 thousand years old due to his quirks and the evil shit villains made him do. I would, over time, learn just what his life was like due to that bastard. All for one was the name Y/n gave me. He was the one who caused dekus death, and I would kill that bastard.
But that wasn't the point.
We were walking home after school, it was pouring like a mother fucker. I only stayed dry because Y/n had put me on his back and made a massive umbrella out of flesh and bone, fucking creepy as shit.
Katsuki: I can walk you damn freakazoid...
Y/n: Quiet you, pomeranian, there's half a foot of water, your socks will be wet, and you would not shut up once they were, now le-
He stopped in his tracks immediately and looked down an alley next to us.
Y/n: Someone's in there, crying, they're bleeding...
I looked down the dark alleyway and strained my eyes and ears to try and see them through the dark and pouring rain or hear them over the rolling thunder.
Y/n: Get down...
Katsuki: tch, now my socks are gonna be fucking wet...
Y/n: knew it...
We proceeded to walk down the alley, I kept my hands open, ready to blow up anyone who came at us, even at 10 with Y/n's training I could blow a hole through 10 inches of mahogany. Y/n for his part formed his keratin plate armor, a characteristic of his quirk I became familiar with. He would always use it when we sparred .
As we walked down the alley, the supposed crying became audible, and after adjusting my eyes to the dark, I saw a small girl. She was covered in mud and blood, and her uniform was in tatters. The left side of her face was covered in a nasty bruise, her eye swollen shut. She had two blonde buns tied up messyly. Her hair looked like it hadn't been cleaned in weeks. She was easily our age, maybe a few months older.
She hadn't noticed us approaching until y/n was standing right in front of her, with myself slightly to the side on his right.
Y/n: Tell me, little one, why are you crying?
God dammit he's doing this again. Every time we confronted bullies or shit, he would start talking like an old man, shit was creepy as fuck.
Girl looked up at us, left side covered by the nasty bruise, her right eye was red and puffy, from all the crying. Standing closer to her now, I could easily see that her arms were riddled with cuts and bruises. Her clothes were at this point, nothing more than lose pieces of cloth held together by thin threads. Looking at her uniform confirmed, we were in the same grade.
Looking at us, she was terrified, I can't by who, though, my feral snarl or the fact that Y/n looked like a living alien tank with all his armor.
???: w-who are you?
Y/n: My name is Y/n, and I would like to help you if you would allow it. This is my companion, katsuki bakugou, with us here, there us nothing to fear...
Katsuki: man, why you always gotta sound so fuckin creepy?
Y/n: This is merely my preferred speech pattern. The gentleman I received it from was quite nice.
That was another thing, it tooks some work on Auntie and the hags part, even with some of mine and pops help, but we got him to stop referring to the people he killed as victims, but instead as though who suffered with him. Though, whether or not he really believed that I have no idea, at least back then.
???: y-you talk f-funny...
Y/n just seemed to stare at her after comment, slightly tilting his head to the side. There was no expression, seeing as his face was a flat plate of keratin. In what I can only guess at the time was approval, he shared the flesh umbrella with girl.
Y/n: I suppose my manner of speaking is rather strange for age, now tell me. Why are you here, in such a condition, freezing in the rain?
The girl looked down, seemingly scared again, but appreciative of the gesture of stopping the rain.
???: m-my parents threw me out, t-they said my quirk was evil...
I could only frown at this. After y/n's arrival, I became aware of my own and others' behavior towards deku. The way we treated him wasn't right, all because he was quirkless, and the fact that I was being encouraged to do so angered me now that I'm aware. After asking the hag about that kinda stuff, I learned how common it was for the quirkless to be treated as such, and through y/n, I saw that those with a 'villainous quirk weren't far behind in that regard.
???: they said I was sick, that I wasn't right, that I had to be fixed. The doctor said my quirk requires me to consume blood to live. Mommy and Daddy didn't like that...
I felt bad for her, I could relate to a degree. My quirk caused a chemical imbalance in my body to produce my sweat for explosions. That imbalance led to a very short Fuze. She needed blood to survive and was being denied it, even tho it was core to her very being.
Katsuki: When was the last time you had any?
Y/n looked at me, head still tilted, with those eight beady shrimp eyes, fucking creepy as hell. He was probably confused as to why I was asking, now a days, I don't really talk to people outside of him and family.
???: I h-havent been drinking any for the last month,the l-last time was a bird I found...
I sighed. What I did next was probably incredibly stupid, but something about seeing this girl like this pissed me off.
Katsuki: Come here, y/n can you make a chair or something so we aren't just sitting in the rain.
Y/n simply nodded before forming a small bench outta flesh and bone, I'm never gonna get used to that...
I picked the girl up and sat her in my lap, bringing her close to try and warm her up. Y/n covered us in a fur blanket me made from his body to dry and warm us up. I kept her close to me, leaning her head on my chest before bringing my wrist to her face. I don't know why, maybe because with how weak and pathetic she looked, it reminded me of deku, or maybe it was an act of god. But I couldn't sit and do nothing, I had to help her...
Katsuki: You said you need blood right, go ahead, have some...
The girl looked at me, clearly scared and startled from my actions. After sitting for 2o seconds with my wrist in her face, adventually, she gave in, gently latching herself onto my wrist and slowly drinking my blood. Slowly, color returned to her pale skin as she drank. I also noticed her bruise, and some of her cuts shrank a little as she drank.
???: Thank you for feeding me. My name is himiko...
I felt a little groggy after she was done, but I still ingraved that name, the first person I actually helped...
It felt nice to help someone...
Y/n: Hmm, you said you were thrown out, right?
Himiko: y-yes...
I watched her as y/n was thinking about something, I was personally dreading the idea of leaving her here.
Y/n: All right then, katsuki, I will be taking her home with me. We have an extra room at home for her to stay in, after explaining to mother I'm sure it will be fine.
Katsuki: tch fine, you better make sure she eats something when you get home, though!!!
After that, we parted ways for the day...
Over the next couple of months, with the use of good lawyers, himikos old family was arrested, and she became himiko midoriya. She was two months older than deku would've been if he was still around, so she was moved to our school. She immediately was the third member of our little group for the next five years.
During those five years, we trained relentlessly for U.A. himiko had joined us almost immediately after learning we wanted to be heroes. To be honest, even if we wanted too we could never get rid of her. She was so attached to us that it could be scary at times.
Her and Y/n were the pictures of protective older brother and hyper little sister. Outside of school, you be hard pressed to find them apart from each other.
My relation himiko was weird for me, though.
Himiko needs blood to survive. If she doesn't get any, she gets unstable, very schizophrenic. Typically, she gets her blood from Y/n, who, due to his various quirks, has an endless supply of blood. From regeneration quirks that create more blood as he loses it to the ability to change his cells into red blood cells, he has options to produce blood.
Despite that, though, at any opportunity she has, himiko would rather drink my blood. According to her, it's like ice cream, Y/n is good old chocolate. He tastes good, but she prefers strawberry, I'm apparently her strawberry.
On top of me being her favorite snack, she was always aggressively affectionate towards me. Always hanging off my shoulders, leaning her head on me, constant hugs. In hindsight, I should've realized early on that she had a thing for me, I wouldn't realize until we almost lost Y/n.
The years passed, and we trained, studied, and spent every waking moment we could together, the three of us.
Until we ended up right here at the gates of U.A, ready to begin our journey as heroes.
For izuku...