Villain's Origins || A Twist in Time [Boku no Hero Academia Villain Au Book 1]

Katsuki's POV:

Another day passed and it felt empty. Lately, I dread going to school. I get up, workout, shower and get ready for school. I eat breakfast, then leave. On the way to school, I reminisce about the past and when I get to school, I'm disappointed to find Deku still hasn't come back.

   The only time I'm not thinking about that nerd is when I'm drawing at lunch with that crazy teacher. It's the only time my mind isn't running scenarios in my head about where the hell that damn nerd went.

   I went from drawing random statues around the classroom to getting started on landscapes. If I close my eyes, I can only see training and drawing. Nothing else exists for me. The only other thing that existed feels like it's fading day by day.

   It's only after I mess up a line on a charcoal drawing that I realize I'm more spaced out than usual today. I click my tongue in annoyance, using a kneaded eraser to try to fix my mistake as the teacher walks over to me.

"Katsuki, is everything alright? You seem a little distracted today.." Yeah, of course I am. That nerd has been missing for months yet when I went to the police station yesterday to find out how the search was going, I find out no one had done a report. I had to file one myself.

   It pisses me off the more I think about it. Five months and not one person gave a shit that Deku was missing? Even Inko didn't file a report, and she hasn't been answering the hag's calls. "Tsk, everything's great.. of course it is. Why wouldn't it be?"

   My sarcastic reply arises her suspicion but she stays silent. It was clearly her way of making me choose if I wanted to say something or not. I wasn't going to. She's not even my teacher and she'll just be an extra in my distant memory once I graduate. I ain't getting attached.

   She seems to notice that I don't want to say anything. She moves her easel closer so that we're drawing back to back with our chairs a few feet apart. I don't say anything. I just continue to work on my drawing, the view of the horizon I was drawing bringing me peace.

"You know, when I feel stressed out about something going on at home.. or there's something on my mind, I tend to want to draw it. It helps, taking it out of my own head to put it on paper." I hold back a scoff, trying to be respectful. This extra has earned at least that much so far.

"This isn't the kind of problem that can be drawn away. It's personal and it's something I'm not even talking to my parents about anymore.." I clench my jaw, my brows furrowed as the light conversation was strangely helping me focus again.

   The art teacher lets out a soft chuckle. "Is that so? I don't think there's any problem we can't draw about.. and if you're not telling anyone about it, won't you drown in your own head?" Her words felt right on the mark.

   She wasn't wrong. There was no one I could talk to about this without getting pissed. The old hag was the reason I started teasing Deku in the first place, my old man doesn't have the balls to have an opinion on anything and the extras who call themselves my friends added fuel to the fire when I was going overboard.

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't feel like that's the right thing to do, but.." I can hear the soothing sounds of our charcoal against the paper and it does more than I expected to soothe my building anger. "If it's something you can share, and if I've gained your trust, I'm willing to lend an open ear and an open mind."

   A sigh escapes my lips and I couldn't deny that it had been weighing on me. I decide to be vague about it, curious to know how her opinion of me will change. "I messed up and treated my best friend like shit for years. I never told him the reason even though I was trying to do what was best for him and now he's been missing for months. No one else seems to care that he's gone now, end of story.."