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Katsuki panted with exhaustion, the muscles in his arms and legs starting to ache from the fighting. The villain in front of him landed with a backflip on the roof of an empty car as she stared him down, along with Kirishima and Deku behind him.
"Just fucking die!" He screamed as he took a threatening step forward, hands ready to blast at a moment's notice. "You can't run forever!"
Although he was tired and no longer had the big explosion-enhancers on his arms - broken, lying in parts somewhere on the road behind them - he knew could take her on. He could do anything he set his mind to.
The villain, a woman in dark, big clothes and condescending eyes, just stared him down and said nothing. His classmates crept closer.
"We've tried keeping her occupied until licensed heroes arrive," murmured Deku beside him. "but there is only so much we can do without being allowed to fight."
"Well fuck them!" Katsuki growled. The villain jumped off the car and slowly approached them. "If they won't arrive before I've killed her it's their fault." And with that he abruptly blasted forward, bringing his right hand in for a hit.
The woman swiftly dodged and the three of them all fell into a dance of combat with her, all striking blows but not once allowing her to hit back. Her hands were empty, baring no visible weapon so it must mean whatever she had up her sleeve was quirk related. Although they should keep up the attacks, defense was key right now.
The moment was broken by the loud crash of glass shattering and they quickly looked to their left to see a person jumping out of the building beside them. The person, a man in a hoodie landed with a thud, carrying two seemingly heavy black backpacks. He quickly glanced at them, caught the eye of the villain with a smirk and sprinted the opposite direction. "Yena, I've got the stuff, let's go!"
Katsuki should have paid more attention, he realized, as he felt the tap of a slim hand against his left arm. And then the woman had somehow slinked past all of them and run after the other villain, apparently an accomplice and a distraction from the real crime being committed.
"Fuck!" Katsuki roared and moved to follow before being stopped by Kirishima arm in front of him, who gave him a serious but resigned look.
"There's no way we are catching up to them, Bakugou, not like this," he sighed. Police sirens were heard in the background. Then he seemed to realize something. "Did she touch you?" He looked concerned.
"Wha- touch me?" he said, defensive and confused. Then he realized what he meant. "Ah, yeah she managed to tap me while we were distracted," he growled out.
Deku looked worriedly at his childhood friend. "Please say something if you feel strange, we have no way of knowing what her quirk was." He looked at the direction that the villains had run off to before murmuring to himself, "Maybe we should go to a hospital just in case."
And that's when the wave of nausea appeared. Katsuki swayed as he slapped a hand over his mouth. Kirishima and Deku both made a sound of distress but he found that he couldn't focus on anything else besides the horrible feeling he suddenly felt in his stomach. It turned, cramped and it suddenly felt like something that wasn't supposed to be in there was. "Shit," was the only thing he could get out before he doubled over and puked all over the ground. His legs were shaking and sweat poured down his face and neck. His eyes had trouble focusing but when he forced his gaze to the sick in front of him he felt his whole body go cold. Aside from his lunch, there was definitely something wrong. Rice wasn't supposed to move, was it?
A stuttering breath tried to force itself into him as he choked out an "Oh God…" before more puke was forced out of his throat and he fell onto his hands and knees and violently heaved. Something small left over was moving in his mouth and he hurriedly spits it out along with the vile taste of bile. In the puddle of it on the ground were hundreds of maggots, all crawling around in ugly yellow stomach fluid and half-digested food.
The muscles in his body seized up as Katsuki hurled onto the ground again. His arms and legs shook and clear drops fell from his face. In some distant part of his panicked brain, he realized he was crying. After he stood and panted for what felt like an eternity with nothing more coming up for now he let out a sob and felt hands soothingly stroking his back.
The shaking voice of Deku came from his left, sounding muffled in Katsuki's hazed mind. "It's okay Kacchan, breathe. Breathe. Aisawa-sensei's coming soon with help, just hold on a bit longer." His words along with Kirishima's soothing murmurs to his right brought him back more to reality.
When it looked like Katsuki was stable for a moment they carefully helped him stand and brought him to the wall of a building and sat him down to lean against. His red eyes had this empty stare to them and tears were stuck to his lashes. A few seconds after he had leaned back, however, his muscles tensed again and he hurled all over himself before slumping back against the wall, crying more freely now. Tears, saliva and sick dripped down his chin while more puke and live maggots covered the front of his hero costume, some dripping down the gap between his pectoralis.
He tried bringing his focus to the sky and not to the crawling he could swear he felt in his stomach. Focus your breathing.
In. Out. In. Out.
It's not working.
A whimper worked its way out his throat and he felt such immense self-pity he almost felt like he preferred death over this. He felt absolutely horrible. Kirishima's hand brushed away his fringe to lay on his forehead and he felt himself unconsciously leaning his head against it, craving the stability of more physical contact.
He must have been pretty out of it because the next thing he knew, the hand was gone, his chest and stomach covered in even more maggots and stomach fluid, and their teacher was hunched in front of him along with someone else. Judging by their clothes it probably was ambulance personnel and he felt a heavy sigh of relief leave him. He was put on a stretcher and brought into an ambulance, his classmates and teacher joined him before they drove off, sitting on seats along the inside of the vehicle. He was asked a lot of questions by the paramedic that he tried his best to answer despite his trouble with focusing.
His arm sure was itching. Was it supposed to do that? Maybe it had been doing it for a while now but it just didn't seem to stop. Left arm. It felt like his skin was crawling. Left...
Wasn't that where the villain had touched him…?
Katsuki lurched up from his lying position on the stretcher, startling the people around him, ripped away the remaining arm-equipment of his uniform along with his gloves. He tightly gripped his left forearm, arms wild and hands shaking. Crawling.
"It's- I, I need…!" Words didn't seem to come out correctly. His thoughts were scrambled and panicked and he frantically looked around him for something sharp to make the crawling stop. He grabbed a sharp looking instrument hung to the wall and before anyone stopped him, abruptly stabbed his arm and forcefully and swiftly sliced his skin open before throwing the instrument away and ripped his skin apart.
Other people's startled noises of protest were lost on his frantic mind. His heart was beating in his ears and his breath was coming out in quick, panicked pants. His hands were shaking so bad.
Blood was dripping down his arm but that was the least of his concerns. Underneath the skin where the woman had touched him there was more of the insects inside. Digging through the muscles and fibers, previously hidden by the outmost layer of him. They were so many he could only focus on the way they moved, squirmed, ate away at him.
Katsuki screamed, terrified, and brought his hand forward to blast these fuckers away before realizing Aizawa was there with his quirk to stop him. Hyperventilating, panicking, he tried to just grab them with his bare hands before he was stopped yet again, a firm hand around his wrist, voices around him trying to calm him down. He didn't want to calm down! Didn’t they see?! He just wanted these things out now.
Fortunately, he didn't remember more after that. They probably sedated him or something, but when he came to afterward he was in a hospital bed. The wound on his arm was covered in bandages and an IV was attached to his arm. He was calm, tired, numb. A doctor he talked to, later on, told him they were helping him. Getting the maggots out of him. And he was going to be all right.