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Bakugou Katsuki had always been the best. Ever since he was a kid, blonde hair spiking and knuckles popping, he’d been the best; be that at sports or really, any game. It was just one of life’s truths. The sky was blue, All Might was awesome, and he, Bakugou Katsuki, was the very best.
It had only gotten better once he’d turned four, palms crackling with a new and heroic power. He’d laughed then, a happy successful laugh. His life had been perfect. He had a powerful Quirk, a handful of extras to do his bidding because of it, and, best of all, a really cool All Might poster he’d gotten for his birthday.
And then Deku had to ruin it all by becoming a sandwich.
How did Deku even become a sandwich for All Might’s sake? His father had Fire Breath and his mother had Pull, both fairly simple and straightforward emitter quirks. It could’ve been a mutation of some kind- but that didn’t make sense. Wouldn’t have Deku been born as a sandwich in that case? Katsuki’s four-year-old brain had been thoroughly confused.
Nobody else questioned it either. Not Deku’s mom, not his stupid classmates, not his own parents- only Katsuki.
It was driving him insane .
How did Deku go from place to place? Did he hop around, teleport, or use something like his mom’s Quirk to move him around? How did he write his dumb nerd notebooks? Did he have a brain ? Fuck, how did he poop? Or eat, for that matter.
Would it be considered cannibalism if he ate a sandwich, since he was one now?
Katsuki’s eye twitched.
Deku didn’t even talk anymore. How did he communicate? Was his mom just suffering in loneliness, now unable to communicate with her son? But- he could communicate somehow , seeing as he could answer the teacher’s questions.
Was Katsuki just too dumb to notice?
He inhaled sharply, shaking his head.
Fuck that. Deku-sandwich was looking down on him, wasn't he? Making Katsuki go crazy. Making Katsuki think he was going crazy.
Katsuki huffed, eyes red and angry .
He was going to become a hero one day- he’d show that sandwich who was boss.
And if Katsuki really just wanted to get as fucking far away from Deku as he could? Well, nobody had to know.
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Toshinori’s wound ached as he jumped from building to building, looking for more civilians to save. So far, his day had been pretty uneventful, though not for a lack of trying. Even though Toshinori knew that was a good thing- fewer villains meant fewer civilians hurt- he couldn't help feeling like he had missed something.
Aid to the anxiety twisting in his chest, the wind blew in his face, pleasant and cool. He sighed as he settled on top of a particularly tall structure, shadowed eagle eyes directed at the ground.
Nothing.
And then Toshinori blinked.
As if waiting for him to close his eyes, a semi-translucent, gooey thing slid from a sewer grate, looking around quickly before sliding its way along the shadows.
Toshinori’s- no, All Might’s- eyebrows furrowed in suspicion.
A villain?
Squinting, he looked closer. Were those wallets stuck in his goo?
Perhaps ‘villain’ was too broad of a conclusion for now, but criminal certainly was not.
Thinking it over quickly- he had enough time left for one more takedown, didn't he?- All Might jumped from the roof.
Off into the sewers, he went, trailing the thick trail of green slime the criminal had left in its wake. To be perfectly honest, he regretted following the sludge almost immediately (the smell was horrific ), but he still continued on, sprinting after them somewhat loudly.
A minute later, the trail stopped.
All Might frowned, before looking upward. Fuck.
Bursting out of the sewer gate above him, he found the slime-man drowning a perfectly innocent, if somewhat short boy with green hair.
Pushing the boy out of the way with one fist, All Might wound up his other.
“DETROIT SMASH” he yelled, bits of the slime going everywhere.
Grabbing a bottle off of the concrete, All Might quickly stuffed the villain inside.
A second later, he turned to the boy. Still feeling somewhat sheepish for not apprehending the villain sooner, All Might picked up a notebook and pen from the ground. Surely an autograph would be a sufficient apology? He hoped so.
All Might waited for the boy to wake up, anxiously sitting around and checking the time. He had five minutes left, and only barely.
He had to leave, that much was obvious, but he couldn’t just- leave him there! That would be irresponsible of him as both a hero and an adult.
All Might bit his lip anxiously.
He would wait two more minutes. If the boy still hadn't woken up, he would simply fly him to a hospital.
Nodding to himself and turning to glance at a clock, All Might’s thoughts were interrupted by a cough.
Plastering on a smile, All Might poked the boy.
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Across the street, Katsuki’s eyes widened. Fucking shit… was that All Might? What was he doing here, and why was he poking a fucking sandwi-
DEKU.
With no further preamble, Katsuki very calmly ran walked in the opposite direction, most likely headed to a peaceful place so he could scream. (if only the universe was so kind)
---
All Might gazed at the small middle schooler- Midoriya, was it?- sadly.
“My boy,” He sighed, regret seeping into his voice. He had been in this position once, too, hadn’t he?
“I'm afraid without a quirk, well, becoming a hero is far too dangerous.”
Regardless of the hypocrisy of his statement, All Might stood by it. He could just imagine the regretful face of the small student if he went through with his dream, far too unprepared for the brutality that was the world.
The sandwich Midoriya stared, silent. All Might flinched.
“You can always help in different ways,” he amended quickly. “I'm sure the police would be happy to have you!”
Midoriya continued to stare. Had Bakugou- or anybody able to differentiate Deku, a sandwich, from a real boy- he would have noticed a slight droop to the almost baguette-like pieces of toast.
All Might’s guilt tripled at the non-answer. Wishing the best for the boy, he propelled himself away.
The bottle lay on the ground below, forgotten.
---
A minute later found Katsuki walking around the same area, having gotten lost a grand total of three times. To be perfectly honest, despite living in Mustafu for most of his life, he had no idea as to where he was.
Katsuki supposed it didn’t matter. All he needed was something to distract himself, after all, and the arcade down the street would do that sufficiently.
Checking the wallet he kept in his pocket just in case Deku ever decided to go feral and become a murderer, he scoffed. While he had just enough for a trip out of the country, that didn’t equate to more than 3 games at the arcade.
Shitty overpriced money grabs, Katsuki cursed, kicking a random bottle by his feet.
Looking back down at his money, Katsuki took to recounting the change.
Perhaps if he found an extra to mooch off of...
Across the street, somebody squeaked.
“Villain!” they shrieked, before running in the opposite direction.
“As if a villain could mess with me. I would beat their asses no problem.” Katsuki scoffed. The only thing he was afraid of was Deku, and even that was only a minuscule amount.
Behind him, a shadow loomed.
“Want to bet on that?”
Turning around slowly, all Katsuki could say was;
“Fuck”.
And everything went slimy. It was quite disgusting.
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Toshinori hadn’t expected anything to come of his conversation with the green-haired civilian. If anything, he had been quite sure he’d never see the boy again.
And yet, here he stood.
“Young man,” He said, a serious expression fixed upon his face. “you too can be a hero.”
With the help of some supernatural force, the sandwich sobbed.
Rest assured, had Bakugou been there to witness it, he would have screamed.