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His ears rang.
“He’s showing no signs of waking up.”
“GAH! YOU TRYNA DIE MAN? THEY TOLD YOU NOT TO BE UP AND ABOUT!!”
He didn't care. He didn't care. He didn't care.
He couldn't care.
“CRAM IT! AND THE STRAIN FROM ALL THAT YANKING IS GONNA KILL ME EVEN HARDER!!”
‘Fuck, Deku.’
“He's dead meat if he thinks he can die on me.”
He starts blasting the ground to fling himself out of their grasp.
It worked.
He finally got loose.
So He ran.
And ran and ran.
It hurt like hell.
But he couldn't care.
He didn't want to care.
“So deku the quirkless wonder thinks he can play hero, huh?”
“Geez Izuku, you really can't do anything right can you?”
“Deku. That must be what you call a helpless loser who's completely useless.”
“If you want to go to U.A so badly, just pray you’ll be born with a quirk in your next life. And…”
“Take a swan dive off the roof of the building.”
“Dammit!” He yelled.
When he finally found Dekus room, his knees felt weak.
Deku was lying in a hospital bed. With what looked like 100 different machines sticking into him.
He dropped to his knees. Expecting to hear a “Kachan!” but nothing came.
Beeping.
He only heard beeping.
The room was silent.
He kneeled there just staring.
Tears came.
He felt so numb and so pained at the same time.
He grabbed his hand from outside the cast.
He wanted to feel his hand.
He wanted to feel him.
Deku.
Izuku.
“Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!” He cried.
He grabbed dekus face and placed his forehead on the other’s.
He wanted to scream at him to wake up but he only managed a broken whisper
“Deku..”
More tears came.
He wanted to hear the little mumbles he made or his “Kacchan!”s.
Suddenly, he feels a hand grasp his shoulder.
He flinches at it and looks up at who it is.
All Might.
“Hey kid-”
“Don’t do that. Don’t fucking do that.”
“You don’t get to do that.”
All might knows what he did. He just didn't understand how much damage he really did.
“Sorry I know. It's just-”
“You know?” Bakugou finally looks him in the eyes and stands up. Not daring to take his hands away from Izuku's face.
“You don't know anything. You almost killed him. The person you trusted the most. YOU did this. YOU almost killed him.”
“It was for a mission. You’re all heroes. You knew what you were getting into.”
Bakugou has never wanted to kill someone more.
“We are children. Not some fucking toys you can put in your place when you don’t want to fight yourself. We want to live. But we might not even get to do that iif you continue to pull this shit.”
“Trust me. I had to do the same thing growing up. But-”
“Yeah but you lived. But what about the ones who didn't make it, huh?”
“T-That's not my point.”
“Yeah well it's mine and I saw you stop thinking we are fully grown adults who didn't do a project at work. It's our lives.”
Bakugou returns to his original position and rubs his thumb over Izuku's cheek.
He hears the door opening, then a sigh.
“If you really think like this, reconsider the job of a hero.”
Then it's closed.
Bakugou was mad, yes. But he didn't have time to be right now.
He only had time for Izuku.
He moved his position to the side of him, after dodging all the wires.
He loved hearing Izuku's breathing.
It made him feel. Safe.
It felt like when they were just a bunch of little kids, napping after lunch.
Bakugou grabbed what he could of Izuku's waist. So carefully that it felt it might break.
He watched Izuku's face for what felt like minutes but were actually hours.
He felt his eyes drop but he wanted to keep looking. He wanted to keep holding him.
But alas, sleep consumed him.
So did Izuku.