Chapter 3: The Creation Of A Villain 3

Izuku sat in a small room still wearing his school uniform. He waited for what seemed an eternity. Izuku looked at the desk in front of him, a cup of freshly made coffee had gotten cold.

The door to the room opened, "Alright Midoriya, I apologise for making you wait," said the police officer, he sat down across the table from Izuku. "I'm Detective Naomasa Tsukauchi, I'm leading the investigation for Bakugo's death."

The detective glanced at the untouched mug. "Don't like coffee?" he asked.

"Oh no uhm, not really," Izuku responded. He could not stand bitter drinks.

Naomasa leaned back against his chair and pointed towards the door. "Well in that case, do you want me to get something else for you?" Naomasa asked. "We've got tea and most likely some other drinks."

"I'm good, thanks," Izuku said. He shifted his eyes down to the ground.

Naomasa stared at him for a moment, he placed document files on the desk.

"I'll be frank with you Midoriya. I'm only here to get information on what happened, and we're riding on the fact that it was an accident," Naomasa said. He opened the folder, showing a picture of Katsuki. "You were the only one on the roof when Bakugo fell."

Izuku stared at the picture silently. "We are aware of your history with the boy. It wasn't that hard to figure out from the people who were around you daily," Naomasa said. "But why were you both there?"

Izuku told him what transpired, he explained the details of Katsuki bullying him and leading up to the point when they went up to the roof.

"You're telling me that after he brought you up, it ultimately resulted in him tripping and falling off the ledge," Naomasa said, he rested a finger on his chin.

Izuku nodded. Even though it was his actions at the end that led up to that moment, it was the truth. Inside his mind, Izuku laughed to himself and questioned at how it even happened.

"Was there anything else?" Naomasa asked. He shifted through another paper, writing down information.

Izuku noticed it was his chance to make the detective feel more sympathetic to him. "Before he fell, he brought me up there to commit suicide."

Naomasa's eyes moved up from his glasses, "Interesting, if that's the case, I'm sorry you had to experience that." He attempted to see if Izuku's body movement or speaking behaviours changed. He was unsettled at how a Junior High boy seemed unfazed from the events that transpired, and how normal he acted after mentioning he was almost killed.

Naomasa copied Izuku's sitting position, he brought his legs closer together. "With everything that happened, why do you appear so calm?"

Izuku took a moment to reflect on the question, he did not want to say anything that would make him suspicious. "I don't know sir, it's just that I've never really been close to him after his quirk developed." He paused. "And I'm just trying to forget about what happened."

Naomasa could not fault the boy. He was aware of the negative perception people with no quirks got. Let alone how children would view that and prey on those who were different.

In reality, Izuku never wanted to forget the moment when Katsuki fell. He could not get enough of the face he last saw before his bully died. Izuku wanted to see it again, he did not understand why, but it felt good.

Naomasa was about to ask another question before a speaker in the room interrupted him, a woman's voice spoke through. "Detective Tsukauchi, the final piece of evidence you requested earlier had just arrived. You can go ahead and pick it up."

Naomasa raised his forehead a little, he placed his mug down. "We'll take a break for a bit, I'll be back in a few minutes Midoriya, sorry about that."

Izuku wasn't sure what they meant by evidence, but he did not remember at any point where his actions would be seen as guilty of murder. He glanced over the room, one thing caught his attention. Izuku noticed it was the only other object in the room apart from the table. A large vase of flowers stood in a corner, it portrayed an assortment of visible colours, yet something did not belong there.

"Better keep my mouth shut and not say something I'll regret," Izuku thought. He was not certain if a recorder was placed there, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

Thirty minutes had passed, yet the detective did not return. Izuku bored out of his mind, counted the number of visible dots he saw on the drywall ceiling.

"1132, 1133, 1134…" Izuku counted. The door opened right before Izuku could continue.

"Sorry about the wait," Naomasa said. Izuku noticed that he did not bring his folder with him. "The good news I can tell you is that you've been completely exonerated from any sort of suspicion."

Izuku sat in disbelief, "Did it really take that fast?" he thought.

"If you're wondering why... we reviewed video footage from a security camera that was stationed up at the roof. I guess it was there for a good reason," Naomasa stated. When he reviewed the footage, Izuku's story aligned with what was shown.

"Along with all of the witness accounts being factored in, everything comes together so I'm sorry for putting you through all of this," Naomasa said, he sat back down on his chair.

"Granted that this was proper procedure," he retorted. "If you were the one responsible for his death, then it would spell out a different story."

Izuku looked down, it was difficult for him to keep a straight face. "Oh, I didn't mean to mention that," Naomasa laughed, he misunderstood Izuku for being scared.

"With that out of the way, unavoidably there is also some bad news Midoriya."

The boy looked at Naomasa, confused from what he meant. "Due to the incident that occurred a few days ago, we felt as if it was in the best interest to transfer you to another school. Some of them in this region take 3rd-year transfer students in," Naomasa said, he stopped to regain his breath. "But due to the situation, they're not willing to take you in. I hope you understand."

Izuku looked at the detective, twiddling his thumbs. He did not care about school anymore.

"The school you're in right now can't legally expel you, so there are no other real options for you," Naomasa said quietly. He stood up from his chair and gestured Izuku to do the same.

The detective put one hand on Izuku's shoulder. "Your mom is waiting outside."

"Izuku!" Inko cried out, she ran towards her son and hugged him with tremendous force.

"Mom, you're hurting me," Izuku whispered. He attempted to get out, but she did not let go.

"I was so worried, I thought you were hurt, and they did not let me see you." She looked at the detective with an angry look. Naomasa put his hands up, feigning ignorance.

"Pretty sure that is illegal to do with a minor," Izuku thought for a second, but he was just glad to have gotten out.

"Did they do anything to you?" Inko asked. She let go of her son, wiping her tears away.

Izuku looked at her. "No mom, everything's fine."

The detective smiled at the sight. "I don't mean to interrupt your reunion, but there's still something I need to mention," Naomasa said, he put his hands inside his coat pockets.

Inko and Izuku faced towards him. "We've done our best to keep the details surrounding this tragedy away from the news outlets," Naomasa said. He passed Inko over his business card. "If they start bothering you and your son, give me a call and the department will sort it out." He opened the door and left the building.

Inko placed the card inside her purse as they exited the police department, she let out a sigh. "Izuku, I was hoping we could visit Bakugo's family and give them some proper closure."

Izuku did not like hearing that. "I don't think they'd like to see me, and if anything, isn't that the police's job?" Izuku murmured an excuse.

"Don't be like that!" Inko replied in shock. "Mitsuki and Masaru always liked you when you were younger, and it would be better if you explained to them what happened. Tell them that he was a good friend."

Izuku's eyes lit up in anger. "What about how I feel?" Izuku shouted, surprising Inko.

Several passersby stopped and faced towards the outcry in the street. "Do you even know who he was to me? Why should I do something like that for him?" Izuku berated his mother, he clenched his fists.

"Have you ever stopped to consider my well-being over others for at least one day?"

It was the first time Inko witnessed her son act that way. His words left her stunned, and before she could respond, Izuku ran off.

"Izuku wait!" Inko cried out.

Izuku continued to run as fast as he could. He wanted to be left alone, "Just anywhere but here," Izuku reasoned to himself.

The sun had already begun to set. Izuku continued running aimlessly forward, confusing pedestrians as he passed them. His body grew tired, but Izuku mustered on until the point of fatigue.

Izuku had lost sense of time and direction. The only thing that faced in front of him was the ocean, glimmering in a red pastel colour. Seagulls flew over as they attempted to catch fish swimming in the water.

"You're just overreacting," a voice said behind Izuku. "That's not who I am. That's not who we are."

The embodiment of Izuku's natural desires reappeared in front of him. Only it's face mirrored his look, the rest was covered in shadows once again.

"Just look at you. Even after you took care of Katsuki, you're conflicted," the shadow said. "Make up your mind. You shouldn't care about how others feel about you. Mother might have made it look like she cared, but she was the first one to throw you under the bus."

"She's not your mother!" Izuku countered immediately.

The shadow looked at Izuku with disappointment. "I thought we have already gone over this," it said. "I understand how you feel, but this is getting us nowhere."

Izuku blinked, staring at the shadow. "Then what do you propose I do?"

The shadow snorted. "Must I repeat everything again? Whatever…" The shadow stopped, it spoke in a chilling tone. "Stop caring about others and also how they feel about you."

"First rule, and the last rule," it said. "I don't expect change immediately, but there is already some progress."

"Yeah well that's because I was led up against a wall, I had no choice," Izuku said.

"But it felt good when you did it, I know it felt good," the shadow replied back.

Izuku could not argue with it, there was some truth to that emotion. When Katsuki fell, Izuku felt relieved.

"I don't plan on coming back out again," the shadow said, it looked at Izuku with dead eyes. "I'm not here for emotional support. If you intend on paying back the world that had left you to die, it's only your actions that will prove it."

"You're right," Izuku responded with an expressionless face, he realized what a child he had been. In front of Izuku stood the only thing that truly understood him.

Izuku looked back towards the shadow, but it was already gone.

Inside the house Inko paced back and forth, worrying about her son. She initially wanted to head back to the police office and have them find Izuku, but she soon realized they would not do anything if he had been missing for one hour.

"I just hope he's okay," she thought to herself. "Maybe I did push him too far."

She grabbed the house phone, dialling 9-1-1. She looked at the screen displaying the number before cancelling it and placing it back down on the stand. Inko did not know what to do.

The front door's handle suddenly moved. The door opened, revealing Izuku standing beside it.

"Izuku? You're back?" Inko asked, still not believing what she had seen.

Izuku nodded, he entered inside and closed the door. "Just had to take a breather, I am fine now," Izuku said.

"Look dear, I'm sorry about earlier," Inko admitted. "I didn't consider your thoughts about it."

"It's fine," Izuku responded. He took off his shoes and walked passed Inko into the hallway. Maybe his mother cared for him he thought, but it was too late.

Inko turned to face Izuku, "If you're hungry, I can make some dinner."

Izuku waved back, "Sure, I'll be in my room. Call me when it's ready," he said with a flat voice.

Inko was not sure how to respond to what she had witnessed. She did not know whether to be happy that her son came back or feel frightened by the way he acted.

Izuku closed his door and removed his school vest, following up with his dress shirt. He walked up to the mirror and looked at himself. From across the shoulders to his hips, his body was covered in scars and burns that he had accumulated from injuries Katsuki had given him since childhood.

It did not bother Izuku anymore, he intended on wearing it like armour. A reminder to himself of who he was, and what had been done to him.

Izuku chuckled when he remembered how hard he always tried to hide it from his mother. Even now he was certain she did not know. He looked at the desk in front of him, a large pile of notebooks he had written down lay untouched.

"Regardless of what its intentions were, I guess it could still prove useful to me," Izuku said to himself. He opened the notebook at the top and looked through its contents.

"Top hero quirks and how they can be improved," he read. Izuku flipped to the next page and saw a drawing of All Might.

Quirk: Super Strength and Awesomeness

How to Improve it: …

Izuku stared at the page before he let out a small laugh. Even though All Might told him he could not be a hero. Izuku respected his sense of duty and actual effort into saving others instead of himself.

"I guess I am going to have to do more research," Izuku said. He closed the notebook and walked up to the closet, grabbing a long-sleeve shirt and putting it on. "There is still a lot of more interesting quirks for me to learn about," Izuku thought, before sitting down on his bed.

He was not certain of how he would enact revenge against the society that wronged him. Izuku pondered for a while, he then came to a short-term solution.

Izuku rested his chin on his hand, "All I have is information about hero quirks and some villains, but I need more if I want to get somewhere with this." Izuku did not know where to start yet it did not matter to him. Just the thought alone of him doing something terrible made his heart tremble with excitement. He had not felt that way since Katsuki's death.

"Izuku, dinner is ready," Inko yelled, loud enough for him to hear. Izuku stood up and left his room, he walked over to the dinner table and sat down.

Inko shifted over with two plates and placed one beside him. She noticed that Izuku acted happier than how he was earlier.

"Well someone looks better now," Inko said joyfully. "Just make sure school doesn't bring you down."

"Oh, it won't," Izuku said immediately.

Inko was surprised once more, she could not tell what her son was thinking. He seemed like a completely different person.

Izuku took a bite out of his fish. "I'll be home later tomorrow,"

"Oh. Why's that?" Inko asked with curiosity.

"I'm planning on doing some research for an assignment that's coming up," Izuku replied, grinning towards his mother.

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