Class 1-A was in shock as they looked at the person before them. It had been months since Izuku had disappeared and here he was, but everything was different now. Where the League of Villains failed to recruit Bakugou into their ranks, they succeeded with Izuku…by force it seemed.
“What’s the matter? Aren’t you all happy to see me?” asked Izuku, a sarcastic grin on his face as he twirled the knife in his hand. He was dressed similarly to Kurogiri, just with his sleeves rolled up.
“Deku, what did they do to you?” questioned Ochaco, tears pooling in her eyes.
“Quiet, bitch,” replied the green-haired youth in a no nonsense tone. “You’ll speak when spoken to.”
“Fuck off, Deku! A weak little shit like you should be put in his place,” barked Bakugou, not liking this Deku one bit. As much as he hates to admit it, he’d rather have the old Deku back.
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