bnha blind!izuku au part 2(?)
continuation of yesterdayâs post on my blind!izuku au. Some background on how izuku gets the scar on his face, and why heâs blind. Yesterdayâs bit was shinizu, but Iâm debating on whether or not i want it to be shinizu or bakudeku. Bakugou and Izukuâs relationship in this au, if possible, is even more complicatedâŚas you will see. I still donât have a complete plot for this au, but Iâve got lots of ideas and random scenes I want to write! Shinsou fans, donât fear, there will be more shinsou later. Bakudeku fans, wellâŚuhm. have some angst. Feel free to shoot me an ask or message and tell me what you think!
The air is still, hot, and dry. Every stomp of his foot creates small puffs in the sand near his feet. Itâs summertime, sun high and bright, glinting off of the tears running down Dekuâs face as he sobs, Â slumping into his reddenned and scraped knees.
âKacchan, Kacchan!â he cries, one fist rubbing his cheek and the other stretched forward as Katsuki stood over him, smile triumphant as the other child wailed helplessly.
Itâs summertime, and the afternoon blaze soaks heavy into his clothes, dampened with sweat. The cicadas shriek in the distance. Everything is hazy, blurred by the bright light. Katsuki is on top of the world; he is the king of all the other kids, and Deku is proof of his superiority. Thereâs little Katsuki loves more than making useless Deku snivel.
Theyâre six years old, and Katsuki is getting better and better at using his Quirk every day. Heâs gotten into the habit of curling his hands in half-claws by his sides so that the sweat pools there, waiting for his next opponent, for his next show, for his next proof of greatness.
Iâm going to be a hero, he thinks, and youâre not.
Later on, when he thinks back to this moment heâll wonder. Maybe if he had set off the explosions earlier, like he usually did, to watch how the sparks made Deku flinch. Maybe if he had pushed Deku over before he had started running, before he could start sweating as hard, instead of chasing after him when he had first bolted. Maybe if he had listened more to what Tsubasa was saying, he wouldnât have noticed that Deku was there with them in the park in the first place. For a while he simply blamed the world, and the sun, and the fact that it was summertime.
âGet up, Deku,â he snarls, satisfaction purring in his gut as the boy leans away from him and whimpers. Behind him, his lackeys are chanting, âDeku, Deku, Deku, Deku, useless Deku!â
Shakily, the boy rises, trying and failing to contain his sniffles. As he does, Katsuki moves forward and his lackeys follow. Stumbling backwards, thereâs nothing the boy can do. Heâs outnumbered and surrounded, and now cornered, with his back against the wallâ
âDeku, Deku, Deku, Deku, useless little Deku!â
âHe wishes his mom were here, or his dad, or someone, someone strong like All Mightâ
âWhatâs that, Deku? You think you can beat me? You think you can become a hero?â
âthe cicadas continue shrieking, thereâs a buzzing in his ears, and the stifling heat makes it hard to breathe, and young Midoriya Izuku begins to panic.
Katsuki leans forward until there are only a few inches between their noses.
âIâm awesome! And you arenât. Youâre just a useless Deku. If All Might were here, heâd say the same. Youâll never be a hero. Youâll never be anything!â
With a frustrated cry, Izuku pushes off the wall, desperate to escape the taunting, the heat, the pain, his own tears. Katsuki is caught off guard, and jerks backwards too late. Izukuâs hands are gripping his shoulders, pushing, and he can feel the warmth of the other boyâs body on his as he falls forward, screaming and crying, lips right by his ear, voice raised in a tremulous, unending screech. Wheeling and tripping backwards, Katsuki slaps his hand over Izukuâs face to push him away, wincing at the unpleasant noise.
Then itâs quiet, faded. His friendsâ footsteps travel away from him, running.
âHe killed him, he killed him! Katsuki killed Deku!â
Izuku slumps forward, forehead thumping against Katsukiâs chest, before sliding silently to the ground. He isnât crying anymore.
Itâs the biggest explosion Katsuki has ever managed to make thus far in his life.
âHe killed him, he killed him! Katsuki killed Deku!â
Thereâs blood on his shirt now.
Katsuki stands at the edge of his neighborhood park, looking down on the body of Midoriya Izuku.
Whatâs visible of Izukuâs face is a bloody, destroyed mess.
It smells faintly like nitroglycerin.
This is how Izuku goes blind.
