Quite evidently not. "I suppose so," I lie, my voice a sonorous sibilation. "Whatever you wish for me to believe." I whip out my phone as a subtle vibration stirs in my pocket.
Toga: Hey! Hey!
Me: Yes?
Toga: Sooo I found something out delivering your letter.
I stifle a sigh.
Me: And?
Toga: I went and observed Ochaco and Izuku since they're both so cute. Chu! But guess what? You're not gonna be pleased, Shouto. She always blushes around Bakugou. I thought I'd peek at him, too, and Ochaco and Izuku were there! She's so cute when she blushes!
My phone nearly slips from the palm of my hand as I scrutinize Toga's message with squinted, twitching eyes. A series of frigid twinges scorch my chest, which causes me to stiffen my posture. Something suspended, withdrawn to the depths of my heart and mind is unfettered with a salient snap! As if the hammering of my heart against my chest is pushing against the backs of my eyes, my vision begins to frantically pulsate.
Absolutely not. What is this asphyxiating surge of emotion coursing through my being? My heart gasped only this feverishly upon carrying out my first assassination. That repugnant day, however, is rivaled only by Katsuki himself. Nonetheless...
Dispose of her, a familiar, dormant voice orders me.
With my fingers threatening to crush the phone in my fingers, I think, Why would I do that? Why would I liquidate someone from my class?
It isn't as if you were acquainted with her in the slightest. You have slaughtered hundreds for him. What is one more life? She is a thorn in your side. Execute those who stand in your way. She does not matter. He does not have to know of the sin you will commit.
The belligerent beast of bloodlust blossoming from within me rears up with a rolling, baritone growl, snapping its dripping jaws open and shut. The cretin slams down its paws adorned with claws, unfurling its bristling tail as its erect ears jam forwards. Its boiling crimson eyes bore into mine until my vision is consumed by red.
Without a word, I dismiss myself from our base and subconsciously begin to trudge towards U.A. while the blood swirling through my veins flares up with heat. My irate walk there, however, swiftly transforms into a sprint as if to escape from the clutches of fate.
Me: I will be there promptly. Lure her off the campus. Ensure that you are furtive in your attempt.
Toga: An excuse to transform into Deku! Thank you, Sho!
Katsuki is mine, I inwardly snarl. He belongs only to me. I will not allow you to claim him. Two years... I refuse. I absolutely refuse. I've waited far too long to let him go. Henceforth, no opportunities to claim him shall be permitted.
Continuing on my bestial march to U.A., I receive another text from Toga informing me that she and Uraraka are currently in the nearest alleyway by Ground Beta. My heart, trembling like a sonorous growl of thunder, nearly skips a beat upon reading the message.
Why does this feel right? I ask myself, a part of me understanding that I am indisputably wrong, and yet another part of me remains adamant that everything is neither black nor white. Why? Why is my heart beckoning for me to slaughter her? Once again am I utterly repulsed by myself. Despite that, I cannot combat the beast which yanks me as if I'm on a leash. In myself you will never find me. In 'myself,' you will never find 'I.'
Striding through the shadows, I approach the public area within close proximity to Ground Beta. Kneading further into the depths of the alleyways that feel like labyrinths stretching in grimy rows before me, I finally near the final lane of darkness amongst the rest. Slowing my pace, I peer down into the alleyway neighboring Ground Beta to witness Midoriya (Toga) pinning Uraraka to the side of the building.
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In My Memories | Suicidal Villain Todoroki x Depressed Bakugou
Fanfiction[Please refrain from reading this fic. It's old, and I had no idea what I was doing. You will cringe at my writing. Please do yourself a favor here.] Shouto Todoroki is the childhood friend of Katsuki Bakugou and Izuku Midoriya, but once he confesse...
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