The first thing the screen showed was an alley swallowed by shadows, with not a single light escaping its depths. Yet beyond it, the city's glow was vibrant enough to be mistaken for daylight. It was a dark corner nestled between the bright city lights—a gap between two buildings that wouldn't attract much attention.
"Is this supposed to be some horror film?" Aizawa's voice cut through the theater's low murmurs, reflecting the thought running through most of the audience's minds.
The camera suddenly snapped to an average-looking man—a small, unassuming figure with graying hair and blocky glasses—the stereotype of a quirkless Japanese salaryman.
All For One's eyes narrowed with the wisdom of ages. "So, this is set in Japan, possibly? From his appearance, this looks like the pre-quirk era or its beginning."
Before he could continue his thought, both the explosion brat and his disciple—adopted son?—he wasn't even sure at this point how to view him.
"Why are we watching this?" they both said simultaneously.
"Shut up, you Extra! Don't copy what I say!" Tomura shot back, arms crossed and scowling.
"Right back at you, Pomperani!" Bakugo retorted, fists clenched as if ready to explode.
"What'd you call me, you pale-hand freak?!" Tomura snapped.
"You heard me, bitch. Or maybe that rabies you've been whining about is messing with your head," Bakugo sneered, baring his teeth.
Both were about to lunge at one another when an invisible force slammed Bakugo back into his seat, accompanied by an eerie voice echoing through the theater
Batmite appeared.
With an extreme frown laced with Malicious intent
"So these are the next generation of heroes?
You cant even go less then 2 minutes before interrupting the show."
"Pathetic! Nothing like the Almighty Batman."
The blond one—no mere hero. More villainous than many in your League. Take Toga, who was cast aside by her quirk, lost in darkness without guidance. Her quirk led her astray, but shouldn't that be on the hero society that abandoned her?"
He fixed All Might with a glare. "And you, Toshinori, did you know this one tormented your disciple every day—mentally, physically? Statistically, it's a miracle Midoriya didn't crumble."
"Don't believe me? Well, let's list all the things he's done."
Bat-Mite's voice bellowed across the theater as he laid bare Bakugo's darkest past with cruel relish. Every crime, every misstep cataloged in sharp, uncompromising detail. It was less narration and more judgment cast over a future hero's broken path.
Suicide Incitement.
For Midoriya, the theater around him dimmed as the ghosts of old scars clawed their way back. The cruel whispers, taunts from hands that were supposed to protect, nights spent wrestling with despair alone in the darkness of his mind.
His breath grew shallow, fingers curled into the stiff fabric of his seat. "Not again," he whispered, eyes fluttering shut, bracing against the onslaught.
His heart pounded with the weight of every insult and every shove, every moment of isolation that followed. The word "suicide" stabbed like a jagged blade, pulling him down into a pit of despair he'd fought desperately to escape.
Tears welled but never spilled, stifled by years of forcing a smile and pretending it didn't hurt. The theater grew unreal around him, colors dimmed, sounds dulled; all that mattered was the ache inside, the sense of being utterly alone with his pain.
The faint scent of antiseptic and stale classroom air filled the room, each sensory detail anchoring Midoriya's fractures to cruel reminders of what he had endured.
Bakugo's mind, however, was different.
Suicide incitement? The phrase skimmed his mind with a dismissive sneer. Like I gave one damn about the weak. If someone's dumb enough to break under a little heat, then that's their problem, not mine.
Villains seated across the theater chuckled with scorn.
"Typical," Dabi sneered. "Hero society's perfect angels hiding messy realities."
"Well, well," hissed Toga, toothy grin sharp but eyes cold. "Little Deku's been through hell, hasn't he? And his best friend? An absolute nightmare."
Shigaraki sneered, voice dripping with contempt. "Perfect example of what's rotten at the heart of hero society—you peel back the shiny mask, and it's just scars covered in lies."
Shigaraki nodded curtly. "They preach justice but create monsters."
The villains in the theater leaned into their seats, their faces alight with a mix of sardonic amusement and cold calculation, like predators reveling in the unveiling of their prey's vulnerabilities.
Dabi chuckled darkly, adding, "The system screws the vulnerable, then pretends to save them. No wonder they fall."
Aizawa's voice cut through, calm but edged with bitterness. "We're supposed to be symbols of hope, but we let this happen. We failed the very souls we promised to protect. History used as a weapon instead of a lesson."
Attempted Murder.
Images flashed before Midoriya—Bakugo's uncontrolled explosions, the terror, the near-catastrophic moments when self-control was lost. The acrid burn of smoke and heat filled his senses, mingling with the raw terror of the moment.
As Midoriya's torment unfolded in the theater, All Might's expression twisted into something unrecognizable. His hands gripped the arms of his chair with white-knuckled fury, the knuckles pale and strained. His fingers tangled painfully in his own hair, clutching with desperate agitation.
His iconic bright grin — once a symbol of endless hope — vanished completely, replaced by a grimace sharp enough to cut the thick silence. Teeth clenched so tightly they ground on each other, a low growl rumbling deep in his throat.
The image of Bakugo's relentless torment of Midoriya was like a knife plunged into the man who had sworn to protect and nurture the next generation. That the torment had continued unchecked, day after day, strangled all the hope and joy from his chest.
"How could I have been so blind?" All Might thought, anger coiling tightly inside him, spiraling into a bitter storm. "How could I, the symbol of peace, miss the suffering of the boy I was meant to save?"
His voice was caught in his throat, raw with regret and rage. The regret tasted bitter and heavy like ash.
The weight of failure pressed relentlessly upon him, breaking down the towering ideal he had fought to maintain. This was no longer the bright, smiling hero — it was a man broken by the enormity of his mistakes, burning with a fierce, roaring anger he struggled to contain.
All Might's eyes, usually radiating warmth and light, now flashed with cold fire as he vowed silently that he would never let such neglect pass again, no matter the cost.
The silence around him was heavy, thick with shared pain and regret—a mournful echo of battles lost and scars unseen.
The theater held a heavy silence aside from quiet murmurs and shifting seats. All Might's face was etched with pain and guilt.
A cold, mocking voice cut through—the venom dripping sharply from All For One's words. "Ah, All Might, the symbol of peace, the great mentor… but did you truly see your student's suffering? Or did your shining image blind you to the darkness he endured? Perhaps I, the master of shadows, understand mentorship better than you ever will."
The audience shifted uneasily at the jab, the tension thickening.
In contrast, Bakugo's mind was a blaze of biting honesty.
Attempted murder? His smirk curled disdainfully. I don't kill because I want to—I break so the weak will understand strength isn't a game. If you're in my way, get out. I won't apologize for survival.
Assault and Battery.
The sting of his fists, thunderous and angry, seared into Midoria mind. Therapy rooms cold and sterile, voices raised over anger management drills. Each battle, both physical and mental, etched deeper into his psyche.
Recovery Girl folded her arms, her tone sharp and pragmatic. "I see broken bones every day. But broken spirits? Those wounds kill just the same if you ignore them."
Midoriya's breath hitched violently, hands trembling violently as memories slammed into him—fractured glass, broken promises, desperate nights.
His vision tunneled, colors drained to grayscale. The air thickened, suffocating, and sound dulled to a muted echo.
Midnight frowned, her voice sharp. "He's a walking time bomb who nobody bothered to defuse. No wonder he lashes out."
Gran Torino adjusted his thick glasses, voice gravelly with measured resolve. "I've trained heroes who could move mountains, but the greatest battle is always the one within. Midoriya's pain is the fiercest war of all."
Bakugo's internal monologue was fierce.
Assault, battery? He thought. That's strength, raw and honest. I don't hide behind pretty words or fake smiles.
Unauthorized Quirk Use.
Lines of stern warnings and harsh penalties flashed, daily reminders Bakugo fought against—not just authority but himself.
Iida's measured tone resonated. "Rules aren't chains but guidance—a lesson he's struggled to learn."
Toga leaned back, amused. "So many rules, and so many broken kids. How could this be anything but a disaster?"
Shigaraki's eyes gleamed in the dim light, a sinister smile twisting his lips. "It's the great lie, isn't it? The heroes sell hope and order, but what they really build is a machine for grinding down souls. Bakugo's just a byproduct, a natural reaction to the system's cruelty."
Toga's grin deepened, her sharp teeth glinting in the flickering light of the screen.
"This isn't about Bakugo alone," she purred, voice lilting with sarcasm. "It's everyone like him villains who masquerade as heros."
She tapped a finger against her temple. "Look at what they expect from these kids. Perfection, composure, obedience to rules they never had a say in making. And when those kids shatter, who picks up the pieces? No one."
Unauthorized quirk use? Bakugo scoffed silently. Rules are for losers. I bend 'em, break 'em, 'cause rules don't build heroes—power does.
Destruction and Harassment.
The smell of scorched property and broken glass assaulted the senses of all watching. Friends hurt in the crossfire of Bakugo's unchecked wrath. The small cruelties, the sleepless nights.
Midoria saw himself as a child again, small and trembling, crushed beneath Bakugo's relentless verbal attacks. "You'll never be a hero," the voice sneered in his ears over and over, echoing through sleepless nights. The pain was raw, the fear suffocating.
Uraraka squeezed Midoriya's trembling hand. "We saw the aftermath... felt the pain with him."
Destruction of property? His glare sharpened. Collateral damage. You want some other hero to sweep your mess? I'm not here to play janitor. Harassment and intimidation? The sneer returned. You call it that; I call it dominance. If you can't handle me, don't stand in my spotlight.
Insubordination and Recklessness.
All Might's voice was heavy but resolute. "Pride turned reckless courage. A failure of patience in both teacher and student."
Shigaraki's tone grew darker, more biting. "They call him reckless, dangerous, but who taught him that Might=Right. Who encouraged people to use violence to solve their issues. The system. Their precious 'symbol of peace'—All Might."
Dabi watched calmly, flames faintly licking his fingertips as he spoke with a voice like smoke curling through the air. "He's angry enough to burn down everything. His explosions aren't chaos; they're screams for recognition, for freedom from these chains called hero society."
Dabi's laughter rose—dark and resonant. "The world doesn't get heroes like him. They want angels with spotless wings, but life's darker than that. We embrace the fury because it's real."
The villains' voices merged into a chorus of somber truths and bitter laughter, each word cutting through the theater's fragile calm.
Reckless endangerment? Mocking laughter filled Bakugo's thoughts. If I don't push limits, how will I grow? I risk it all because I'm not here to be safe—I'm here to be the best.
With every accusation, every list unfolded by Bat-Mite, Bakugo's pulse beat with ruthless pride.
Todoroki no longer able to contain his fury tackled him, delivering a brutal punch to his jaw. Bakugo staggered back, fire flashing in his eyes, but the defiance didn't wane.
"Answer me. Say it. Do you regret it?" Todoroki demanded, voice unforgiving.
Bakugo's breath came rough, voice raw with pride. "Regret? I don't know the meaning of the word. I did what had to be done. Weakness won't get you anywhere in this damn world."
No remorse showed in his burning eyes.
No hesitation clouded his fiery mind.
If anything, the accusations sparked a darker flame.
His voice rose with anger and certainty. "I'm not broken. I'm not a villain or a failure. I'm the fucking storm. And I'm coming for the top, no matter who gets crushed."
"You think I'll bow down because of your judgments?" he snarled inwardly. "I'm the storm you never saw coming. I don't apologize. I don't regret. I take what's mine by any means."
Todoroki held his gaze, voice cold yet steady. "You're burning yourself out. Fury won't carry you through forever."
Bakugo sneered, spit biting the air before him. "I don't care. I'll fight through every goddamn storm until I'm number one."
Behind his fierce mask of pride and aggression was honesty—brutal, unfiltered—and a resolve none could shatter.
Batmite manifested Infront of Baguko dressed as a judge with the bat symbol on it wielding an over sized mallet and declared
It's punishment Time! with a cheery face unbefitting the situation.
Words popped up on the screen reading: results of 99.9999999999% of parallel timelines where he was brought to court.
1. Attempted Murder of Midoriya (Howitzer Impact)
Juvenile Detention (maximum): 6–8 years
Post-release Supervision: 10+ years probation
2. Suicide Incitement of Midoriya
Juvenile Detention: 18–36 months (concurrent)
Mandatory Counseling: Suicide prevention programs
3. Assault & Battery with Quirk on Classmates
Juvenile Detention: 2–4 years (concurrent)
Community Service: 200 hours
Quirk-Use Restrictions: Suspension from hero training
4. Unauthorized Quirk Use at School
Juvenile Detention: 6–12 months (concurrent)
Hero Commission Penalty: Suspension of quirk license for 1 year
5. Property Destruction (School & Personal)
Juvenile Detention: 6–12 months (concurrent)
Restitution: Full repair/replacement costs
6. Harassment & Intimidation (Bullying)
Juvenile Detention: 1–2 years (concurrent)
Anti-Bullying Programs: Mandatory empathy training
7. Contempt of Court (Threatening Judge; Insulting Jurors)
Juvenile Detention: 6–12 months (concurrent)
Legal Education: Court procedure and ethics course
8. Witness Intimidation/Tampering (Attacking Midoriya During Testimony)
Juvenile Detention: 2–4 years (concurrent)
Restitution: Counseling costs for witness
9. Attempted Murder of Midoriya in Court
Juvenile Detention (maximum): 6–8 years (as above for severe violent offense)
10. Assault on Judge, Jurors, and Guards via Explosive Quirk
Juvenile Detention: 2–4 years (concurrent)
Restitution: Medical costs for each victim
11. Reckless Endangerment of Courtroom Occupants
Juvenile Detention: 1–3 years (concurrent)
Safety Training: Controlled-environment quirk drills
12. Unauthorized Quirk Use in Federal Courthouse
Juvenile Detention: 6–12 months (concurrent)
Hero Commission Penalty: Permanent quirk-use suspension in legal settings
13. Vandalism of Federal Property
Juvenile Detention: 6–12 months (concurrent)
Restitution: Courthouse repair costs
14. Obstruction of Justice (Disrupting Proceedings)
Juvenile Detention: 6–12 months (concurrent)
Legal Education: Impact of obstruction on rule of law
15. Resisting Arrest (Using Quirk Against Officers)
Juvenile Detention: 1–2 years (concurrent)
Quirk Suppression: Mandatory use of quirk-sealing restraints
16. Bullying Over a Decade (Verbal, Physical, Cyberbullying)
Juvenile Detention: 1–2 years (concurrent)
Long-Term Counseling: 5–10 years of behavioral therapy
Digital Conduct Sanctions: Removal of social-media privileges until age 25
17. Civil Liability (Midoriya's Lawsuit)
Restitution & Damages: $390,000–$690,000 paid over 5–10 years
Additional Counseling: Funded by Bakugo family for Midoriya's therapy
Restorative Justice: Formal apology sessions and community reconciliation
Final Judgement
Maximum Detention: 8 years (highest term for attempted murder)
Concurrent Sentencing: Lesser terms served alongside maximum
Probation: Minimum 10 years with strict quirk-use monitoring
Rehabilitation Programs: Intensive mental health, anti-bullying, legal ethics, and controlled quirk training
Lifetime Hero License Ineligibility
Permanently barred from obtaining any hero certification or employment in hero agencies, effectively ending his career prospects in the hero industry.
Criminal Record and Background Checks
His juvenile adjudication and violent offenses would appear on all background checks, disqualifying him from careers in education, law enforcement, government, and many private-sector roles that require trust or security clearance.
Ongoing Parole and Quirk-Use Monitoring
Subject to lifelong parole conditions including regular check-ins with juvenile justice or probation officers, mandatory quirk-use reporting, and periodic home visits. Any unauthorized quirk activation would trigger immediate arrest and return to detention.
Social Stigma and Community Ostracism
Seen publicly as a dangerous offender who attacked classmates, a judge, jurors, and law enforcement, Bakugo would face persistent stigma. Neighbors and former peers would avoid him, and any civilian interactions would be fraught with fear or hostility. The immense public shame makes difficult for his to present a unified front or maintain social networks together.
Mandatory Continued Counseling and Rehabilitation
Required participation in long-term anger management, empathy training, and anti-bullying programs—potentially for life—to monitor recidivism risk and facilitate gradual social reintegration.
Digital and Movement Restrictions
Court-ordered surrender of personal quirk-amplifying devices, ban from certain public spaces (courthouses, schools), and restrictions on online speech or social-media use to prevent cyberbullying or incitement.
Restorative Justice Engagement
Periodic participation in community reconciliation panels or victim-impact workshops, publicly acknowledging harm caused and engaging in supervised community service projects.
Financial Liens and Garnishments
Ongoing wage garnishment or liens on family business revenues to satisfy civil judgments until full restitution is paid, limiting personal financial freedom.
Financial Ruin For Family (Mitsuki is A model in this verse) Mitsuki Bakugo's modeling career and Masura Bakugo's fashion‐design business would be effectively destroyed by Katsuki's crimes: major clients and agencies would sever ties to avoid scandal, endorsements and partnerships would be canceled, and both would be blacklisted from industry events and media coverage.
Divorce His parents end up divorced in 90% of the timelines
You know how parents tell their children its not their fault for the divorce. Well in your case it would be Baguko.
As Much fun as I'm having tormenting Baguko its time to return to our feature presentation
After these messages…
(It was a serious Pain in the Ass having to go through and research Japanese legal System and figure out how to incorporate them into MHA as realistically as possible. As while I hate Baguko I'm not just gonna make up charges and place random numbers behind them as that feels incredibly lazy. Those who question the additional charges involving the courtroom and think I just pulled them out of my ass think to yourselves this is definitely the actions he would've taken and the primary reason on why his punishments were this severs as the Association frequently covers and favors individuals with powerful quirks. However due to Baguko actions just being so brazen and in public it turned what would've been a broken nose to a dismembered arm.)
P.S. theirs probably a lot of spelling errors in this note that I'm not going to fix as this is only being posted becuase someone complained.