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Bakugou wasn’t scared.
His hands were only shaking because he overused his quirk against these bastard villains. He couldn’t even speak as they cornered him, each wielding a lethal weapon. He sent a weak blast at the mask man--he won’t be captured again! He could hear All Might in the background, yelling at him to get to safety. He was stopping All Might from defeating All for One.
But he couldn’t escape. After fighting off these villains for who knows how long, his arms trembled, and his shoulders ached. He barely mustered up another explosion to knock away the blood bitch.
“Fu--ack,” He swore, recoiling at the blue flames directed at his face.
His eyes involuntarily watered at the heat, but Bakugou knew that wasn’t the only reason. He flew above them all, sparing half a glance at All Might before dodging knife. His whole body quivered, practically vibrating as he was surrounded again. There was a distant sound, but he ignored it, ducking under the lizard’s metal pole. Sudden wind blew his hair in his face, momentarily blocking his vision.
“Come!” A familiar voice roared, knocking Bakugou from his stupor. He didn’t hesitate to push all his remaining power into his limbs, forcing an excruciating blast from his palms.
He soared in the direction of Kirishima, his gut clenching in unbridled relief. Kirishima held out a hand, a determined yet fearful glint in his matching red eyes. So Bakugou reached out, fingers twitching for reassurance.
But he stopped short.
He desperately swiped at the air, willing himself to grab Kirishima’s hand. He finally let his tears flow, jumping off his face instantly as he fell. Kirishima screamed.
Kirishima quickly shrank into the another shape in the sky. Why was he leaving him?
Bakugou released a helpless cry and everything disappeared with a splat.
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Bakugou jolted, sitting up right, gasping. The dark blinded him, hiding the unknown around him. The ground was freezing, the cold seeping into his skin through tattered clothes. His brows furrowed as his eyes finally adjusted.
“What the fuck?” They weren’t his clothes! As if he’d wear these filthy rags! The sixteen-year-old stood on shaking legs, searching for anybody familiar. Only a few pathetic men cornering someone in the next alley.
Where was--
Kirishima!
Bakugou looked up to a dirty ceiling, dozens of meters above him. Specks of sunlight peeked through, shielding the area in light shadows. “Where the hell am I?” He muttered, throat still raw. Stumbling out the alley, he realized the entire city was dirty.
“Stop it, get off me!” A high-pitched voice strained, pleading the men, who laughed. Bakugou paused, that voice is of a young girl. There was a young girl surrounded by men in an alleyway. How cliché, he sighed.
His arms burned as he barreled through the men, grabbed the girl and ran. He knew that he couldn’t fight, he could barely fucking run! He still grumbled though.
“Faster, Dipshit!” He growled at the girl, yanking her forward. She sputtered, lost for a moment, but followed his lead.
The men raced behind them, their pudgy legs stomping louder than an elephant. The pair maneuvered through the crowded streets and broken buildings. When they passed by a stone staircase, the girl swiftly turned and ran up, Bakugou at her heels. The girl slammed her back against a wooden door, still clutching her hands to her chest. They breathed heavily, trying to satisfy their lungs with polluted oxygen.
Bakugou heaved in a squat, his sore body ready to sprint at the first sound. Although his head swam, he looked up, checking if the girl was injured. She stared back, wincing. Glaring back, his breath hitched as black spots dotted his vision. He fell to the ground, willing his limbs to push him back up. They refused.
The door swung open, tossing the girl to the ground. A short black-haired male glared at her, then the blond. Another man, far more openly worried about the girl, curiously gazed at the blond on the ground.
“What did you do this time, Isabel?”