Chapter 1: The beginning
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Boom.
Katsuki marvels in the feeling of his sweat igniting as his hand collides with Deku’s stupid head. The sharp cry of pain is music to his ears. He smirks and grips viridian curls between his fingers. Wide green eyes meet crimson, before Deku’s head is bashed against the school desk. Snickering, Katsuki lifts his hand slowly, bringing a bloody face up again. “Hey shitty Deku! You still trying to be a hero?”
”K-Kacchan… please stop…”
Katsuki snarls and snaps out, “Shut it, shitty ass nerd!”
Deku’s big mouth snaps shut instantly, causing Katsuki to pause. “Get up,” he says, testing.
Deku does.
Now that… that’s interesting…
Katsuki smirks. “Oh? You gonna listen to me, fucking useless bitch?”
Deku winces and steps back, but is quickly stopped by Katsuki’s hand in his hair. “Stay!” Katsuki barks with a scowl.
Deku freezes.
Katsuki smirks.
Aldera Middle.
If one wasn’t aware, they would think it was just another school. They would be wrong. Though true, it is the name of a generic middle school, it’s also the name of a gang. The most powerful, influential gang of neutral middle schoolers that Japan has ever seen. The leader, Katsuki Bakugou, is cruel and jaded, a powerful quirk letting him breeze through his childhood without resistance from adults. Nobody went against him.
The brain of the whole operation is a small, quirkless boy usually found at the feet of Bakugou. Seen with bruises and burns covering his body, but always looking up at Bakugou with adoring eyes as the blond looks back with a smug smirk.
Aizawa Shouta sighs and throws the large Manila folder onto his desk. He could feel this new case giving him a headache.
Chapter 2: Aldera Middle
Summary:
Izuku’s thoughts on the situation.
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Izuku isn’t upset with his position in this world. He likes being at the foot of a chair, in his place. Kacchan takes care of him now, and all he has to do is be a good dog. It’s nice.
Though he does still get hurt. Kacchan says he’s supposed to be hurt. But it’s okay, because only Kacchan gets to hurt him. It’s okay if it’s Kacchan.
”Oi, Deku.”
Izuku’s ears perk up and his head lifts instantly. He doesn’t respond, he’s a good dog. Dogs don’t speak unless told to. Instead, he smiles eagerly.
Kacchan smirks back. “Our client has questions. He says that he wants to know about Best Jeanist. Speak.”
Izuku turns to the client, a weird man with leather gloves and large eyes. He begins to speak, just as ordered. “Best Jeanist is the #4 pro hero in official rankings. His quirk allows him to manipulate fabric, specifically the jean material he surrounds himself with. He runs a company of fashion…”
Izuku rambles off facts and theories until he feels a pop in his hair. He screams in pain and curls up, then looks back at Kacchan. Kacchan stopped him from giving more information than was paid for. Therefore, Izuku is still a good dog. Izuku smiles. Kacchan pets his hair lovingly. Condescendingly, the bad part of his head whispers. Izuku doesn’t listen to the bad part of his head. People always say to listen to your heart, so that’s what Izuku is doing! Kacchan is Izuku’s heart, his soul. Kacchan is the universe. The only thing that matters.
The client hands over around 50,000 yen. Ah, that makes sense now, why Kacchan stopped him so early. The client was obviously a cheapskate. Kacchan doesn’t give more information than is paid for. Izuku sighs. His Kacchan is so smart. His sun. His everything.