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"Someone get a fucking hero!" Midoriya. While there's still not much Katsuki knows about him, there is one thing he knows: Midoriya doesn't call for heroes. Not unless shit's severely hit the fan.
Katsuki darts around the corner and freezes almost immediately after, loosely registering Kaminari and Kirishima beside him. Under Midoriya lies that psycho blonde bitch from the summer camp. What's above him is what truly draws Katsuki's attention. He knows that mass of black. He knows it from the USJ and the summer camp and he thinks someone called it Kurogiri once and he knows he needs to go in there and grab the kid and bolt but his legs won't fucking move. Why won't they move?! Blondie stops fighting out of nowhere, but it's too late. The portal sucks them both up, Blondie disappearing without a word, but Midoriya? He leaves with a scream.
Finally free from the trance he was under, he turns to Tweedledee and Tweedledum, all business. "Find Aizawa. Tell him the villains took Midoriya back. Make holes in the fucking arena if you have to, just fucking find him." And he dashes off once more. The test needs to be ended. If one or two villains got in, more could be here.
A wall explodes and, at first, Katsuki assumes his dumbasses took his advice a bit too literally too quickly. Then he sees the hulking mass that is Gang Orca and throws himself forward. "Blah, blah, blah, villain speech," the hero says, though it's actually a speech the blond doesn't give half a shit about.
Todoroki grabs him before he can pull the very him move of rushing in and attacking solo that he wasn't going to pull. "Get the fuck off me!" Katsuki yells, frustration keeping him from pulling any punches. Literally. He decks Icy Hot . I was there. I was right there. "The villains got Midoriya again!" He doesn't wait for a reply before ducking and weaving through the grunts until he's standing right in front of the fake villain, who sets off his quirk.
As the boy fights to keep his mind on track, the hero laughs. "It was stupid to get within range, hero--" Katsuki punches him in the face, explosions and all.
"This isn't part of the fucking test. Villains broke in and kidnapped my classmate and I won't fucking stand for it." The blond has been told he's scarier when he isn't yelling. He's glad that seems to hold true when Gang Orca stops talking and using his quirk. "I don't know if anyone else got in or if anyone else is hurt, but there is currently a sixteen year old boy back in the hands of the villains he just escaped less than a month ago. I don't care what you have to do. Just stop the fucking test."
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Bakugou charges through the hole Gang Orca made and nearly straight into Shouta's chest. Kaminari called him and told him what happened, meaning the man came down here because he knows Bakugou and Izuku have been getting closer and, if Bakugou watched it happen, he's probably pretty pissed with himself. "They fucking took him," the kid hisses, looking about ready for murder.
"I'm aware. Go get on the bus. We're going back to campus immediately."
That stops the boy's pacing and fidgeting. "What do you mean 'we're?' You're not going after him? Are you just gonna leave him?! Is he supposed to save himself again?!" Each accusation sends a nail through Shouta's chest. This shouldn't have happened. Not here, in what was supposed to be a secure testing facility. Not now, so soon after Izuku got free and was finally starting to let himself exist. And most certainly not somewhere where he couldn't do anything. Where no one could do anything.
"Bakugou. Get on the fucking bus." Frustration morphs into misplaced anger and the random curse alongside the display of emotion is enough to get the brat off his back.
On the bus, there are nineteen students. It feels like such a wrong number. Nineteen. Nineteen after one of his students died. Nineteen after another was kidnapped. Only one missing. Maybe that's why he always expelled people in groups. One missing feels too wrong. Nineteen, with the imagined image of his nephew sitting half asleep in the back of the bus, curled around the drawstring bag Shouta currently clutches in almost-shaking hands. Damnit… not again.
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The moment he's able to, Izuku's killing himself. If he has no surefire escape plan, he's ending his life because a life full of the same bullshit he's been doing since he was a child isn't a life worth living.
He's probably been drugged.
Well, he did murder All for One Thanks for that, by the way. Shut up. in cold blood, so this is probably deserved. His mind is rather clear, but he can't move for shit, which makes him wonder what they're using. That vein of wondering leads to wondering if he'll ever get out of here. What everyone he's come to care about will think.
He never did visit Inko. Maybe it's better this way, though. I mean, she never really got the chance to grow attached to him. Maybe him dying won't hurt her as bad this way.
But then there's Aizawa, who has had a chance to grow attached to him, and Todoroki and Shinsou and Bakugou and everyone, all of which made the headassed decision to care about him in the least. And the third years, who cared about him enough to invite him to live with them. He'd laugh at how ridiculous it all is if he was able to. The villain, the murderer, the stain on this planet, the prime example of why All for One should never have been allowed to raise a child. The human weapon, the quirk storage unit, the ticking time bomb that's overdue for an explosion by a good couple of years. This disaster of a human person has people to go home to. Has a home in general. He has people he'd leave behind if he died, and that's just fucking hilarious to him.
Resigned to his whole suicide plan and bummed he doesn't have any way to make his words exist in the real world, he starts thinking about what he’d tell everyone if he had the chance.
He’d thank Aizawa. The third years, too. Hell, probably anyone who put up with him in the least. He’d thank them for doing what they did to make him feel more comfortable. God knows he never really deserved it. He’s a villain, a murderer, whatever, but they all just went, “Yo, he’s chill, I guess,” and accepted him.
Out of 1-A, he’d probably be most thankful for Todoroki, Shinsou, and Bakugou. Shinsou and Todoroki completely accepted him from the get-go, and then there’s Bakugou. Sure, he was a dick in the beginning, but that attitude? Just how closed off he is in general? If Bakugou was willing to let him in, that means he can have hope for more people accepting him in the future. He’s also one of the only ones who doesn’t treat Izuku like he’s fragile or anything. He’s not going to break and Bakugou knows that.
The third years, too. They’re good about making Izuku feel accepted. They clearly have a close relationship with each other, yet they still treat him like they would each other. Even though he came later than them, hasn’t known them as long as they’ve known each other, they immediately began treating him as one of their own.
They make him feel loved.
Izuku hears some noises outside and wonders if he should be trying to figure out where he is. He knows it isn't the bar, since the heroes know about that one. It's probably one of the other bases. Musutafu, Hosu, Tokyo, somewhere. In all honesty, it doesn't matter too much. As soon as he can walk, he can just head off in any direction and use Tomura's quirk when something gets in his way.
Fuck dying. He’s going home.
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“Shouta! How are you?” Inko greets as she answers the phone. She sounds happy, better than she’s sounded in years. It’s like Izuku coming back to them fixed every problem that’s plagued her since he was taken. Maybe it did.
God, Shouta doesn’t want to ruin it. She deserves to know, though. “They took Izuku back.”
A record scratch plays in his mind and he can feel the way the news affects his sister. He can feel her heart shattering before she even speaks. “C-come again?” she asks, fragile hope leaking out of the holes the shards of her heart cut through her words.
“I’m so sorry. We’ll get him back. It won’t be like last time,” Shouta promises despite not knowing how true it is. But he does know, in a way. The villains now know Izuku isn’t going to cooperate, that he doesn’t agree and he will do whatever he can to get out. It won’t be like last time in that Izuku won’t pretend and go along with it this time. Either he’ll escape, or they’ll break him, or he’ll die. So he’ll escape, the stubborn voice in the hero’s head announces with a confidence he’s not sure the rest of him can muster. “Inko, I promise we’ll get him back.” Nothing. “Inko?”
A sob comes over the line, followed by a whimpered, “He doesn’t deserve this. He never deserved any of this.” Shouta’s heart drops into his stomach because she’s right. She’s so incredibly right.