Katsuki stands, breathing quickly. What the hell?! That villain had come out of nowhere-! He couldn't hear them or make them out from the darkness of the city block he'd been cornered in, but he could sense his presence. It was like pure hatred radiated off of him, then, he heard it, piercing through the air came the villain's maniacal laughter. He sounded deranged, and the sound made his blood go cold.

"Show yourself, you damn villain!"

He calls out, mini explosions firing from his palms.

"Now, now, that's not a nice name, is it, kacchan~?"

The voice purrs right beside his ear. Bakugou freezes entirely. He.. He hasn't heard that name since.. Since middle school- since Deku- his quirkless friend turned bully victim, who'd called him that, dissapeared. And the voice was instantly recognisable. Deku. But.. He was a villain. the boy he'd known to be the goddamn ideal hero, not that he'd admit. A villain. And he had a good guess of why he had turned into one.

He stands there, unable to make words.