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Aizawa first began to notice something was off when Midoriya wore a thick long sleeve shirt under his gym uniform. It was the beginning of July and the temperature was well above eighty. During the class he watched Midoriya sluggishly complete the training exercise until he couldn’t take it any longer, worried that the boy would faint of heat exhaustion.

“Midoriya, get some water!”

The boy flinched like had been caught stealing from the cookie jar before slinking over to his teacher. As he approached, Aizawa held out a cup of cold water as an offering. Midoriya hesitantly took the cup before greedily gulping it down.

Aizawa looked down at the long sleeves. He knew that Recovery Girl had done her best, but still the scars from the surgery marred the boy’s skin.

“It’s okay if you're self conscious. I can get a compression sleeve for you or something if you’d like.” He said.

Instead of responding, Midoriya just stared intently as the small paper cup in his hand.

“Or it’s something else, we can figure something out.” Aizawa told him. “But it’s over eighty eight degrees out. You can’t wear this.”

Midoriya rubbed his hands nervously, almost itching his skin, as the muggy summer sun beat down on them, “I’m sorry...”

Aizawa's voice softened, “I don’t want an apology. I just want you to take care of yourself. I don’t want you taking another trip to Recovery Girl’s over something as preventable as heatstroke. Now do you want me to get you some sleeves? I can get the kind that goes up to your fingers if you like.”

Midoriya shook his head. “No, you don’t have to do that for me...” he voice faded into mumbles but Aizawa swore he heard, “it would be too thin” and “that’s not the problem.”

Watching the kid for a second longer, Aizawa gave a long sigh. “Anyway you’re done with training for today.”

“But-”

Aizawa's sharp glare returned. “No buts. Go take a cold shower or an ice bath or something. Cool down.”

Midoriya nodded glumly before making his way to the locker rooms. Aizawa watched him leave, still troubled. There was definitely something still bothering his student.

Keeping an eye on him for the rest of the day, he noticed more strange behavior. Whenever Midoriya would go outside, he would slip on gloves, or put on a hat. It was almost as if he was hiding from the sun, almost like-

The thought made Aizawa freeze.

He supposed a sun allergy was possible, but he couldn’t shake the thought from his head. After that moment he decided to keep a closer eye on the problem child just in case he was right.

During lunch Midoriya barely ate anything, only eating a few bites of his meal. Then Recovery Girl had to be called after he had an allergic reaction to the chicken. Garlic chicken.

Aizawa didn't admit it, but all signs were pointing toward one possibility. He just had to confirm one more thing...

He pulled Midoriya aside after class, “I heard you haven’t been eating much.”

“I’m sorry...” Midoriya mumbled.

Shaking his head, Aizawa reminded him, “What did I say about apologizing?”

“I know, take care of myself.” The boy’s shoulder sank further. “I swear I’m trying, but the food, it just doesn’t taste... Recovery Girl suggested I should try and go on a diet to make sure I’m not allergic to anything else...” He paused for a moment, “I don’t know, maybe I’m sick or something.”

Aizawa watched the kid for a long moment, his tongue rubbing the tip of one of his long incisors as he debated what he should do. Finally he pulled an unopened “juice” box from his pocket. “I understand. Sometimes I use one of these when I don’t feel like eating.” If his theory was wrong there was going to be so much paper for what he was about to do.

Midoriya took the juice box, mumbling, “Of course, these must be filled with nutrients and vitamins...” Opening it he carefully poured a bit into his mouth.

The boy’s green eyes went wide with delight. The box crinkled, shriveling up, as Midoriya quickly drained the contents. “This tastes amazing! I love it so much!” Midoriya said excitedly after taking a breath. “What is it?”

Aizawa’s stomach dropped as his theory was confirmed. He spoke quietly as he told the boy, “Blood. You’re drinking blood.” 

There was sputtering of disbelief, the spittle mixed with the dark red fluid, as Midoriya stared in horror. “Blood?! I just drank blood ?”

“I’m sure you’ve tasted blood before. Have you ever had this reaction before?” Aizawa asked.

But Midoriya had fallen into feverish mumblings, “Blood tastes like iron... I know what blood tastes like... that was so sweet, I didn’t even release it... but it was blood... I can still taste it ...What's wrong with me?”

Putting a steading hand on Midoriya, he told him softly, “It’s okay. You’re going to be okay... you can calm down.”

Midoriya looked up, tears brimming in his eyes, “Why? How did you know?”

“This might sound crazy.... But I believe you are a half vampire.” Aizawa told him slowly.

The boy’s green eyes stared blankly before his brows furrowed with confusion. “A v-vampire?”

“I know it’s strange but in a world where anyone can be born with the ability to breathe fire or look part fish, is it really that hard to believe?” Aizawa said.

The question seemed to jolt the boy and he watched as he switched back into analysis mode. “Vampires... I guess it could certainly be possible... they must keep hidden if no one knows about them... are they afraid of quirks? Maybe they just pretend their powers are a quirk... wait... What are their powers?!”

Aizawa started to answer, “Most have some degree of super strength during the night-”

“Wait!” Midoriya's hand slammed down on the desk beside him, interrupting his teacher, “Why do you have juice boxes filled with blood?”

Aizawa grinned, showing the long fangs from the top of his mouth. “Because I am a vampire.”

The revelation made Midoriya freeze up again until the boy finally responded with a small. “Oh. I guess that makes sense...”

Aizawa could sympathize with the kid. Realizing that the bloodsucking monsters of myth were actually real was quite the shock. Of course when Aizawa had learned about vampires, it was as his best friend was sinking his teeth into his neck, so at least Midoriya’s day was going a bit better.

“Sorry for making you drink the blood. I wanted to be sure before I confronted you.” Aizawa said.

Midoriya nodded slowly, still in shock. “So, um, what’s a half vampire?”

“From what I understand, they are the child of a true blooded vampire. Uh- by that I mean, anyone can be turned into a vampire by being bit, but only a true blooded vampire can pass on the genes.” Aizawa said.

“So am I going to only be able to drink blood? Am I going to turn to dust in the sun? Is garlic poisonous?” Midoriya mumbled quietly, his murmuring not quite as spirited.

“Let’s start with the basics.” Aizawa motioned for him to sit, sitting himself as one the desk across. This could take a while. “Vampires can only eat blood. Water, tea, coffee, and other liquids are fine. Sun burns us. Imagine the worst sunburn you’ve ever seen and it's worse than that-”

“But I’ve seen you outside!” Midoriya argued.

Aizawa nodded, “I use sunscreen. It's a fair bit stronger than what normal mortals use.”

“...mortals?”

“We may not be undead, but with a continuous supply of blood, a vampire will never succumb to old age.” Aizawa explained. “Garlic is poison. Cold blooded. No reflection. I think that about covers it...”

Looking at the juice box he’d discarded, Midoriya asked, “What about the blood sucking? Please tell me I didn’t drink human blood...”

“It’s all ethically sourced.” Aizawa assured him. “Unfortunately it has to be human blood. Animal blood can momentarily satiate, but it never satisfies. As a teacher at a school filled with humans, it’s essential I never go hungry. Nedzu keeps me supplied. ”

Midoriya bit his lip as he took the information in, “So I still don’t get what a half vampire is. Am I going to become a vampire?”

Aizawa sighed, “I’d have to ask Nedzu, I honestly don’t know that much. I used to know a half vampire but he was fully turned by the time I met him...” he paused.

The watery tears were returning to Midoriya’s big green eyes. “Can it be fixed? I don’t want to be a vampire.”

“I’m not sure...” Aizawa told him softly, trying to reassure himself as much as his student. “I’m sure Nedzu will be able to work something out.”

Nedzu's prognosis was more somber.

“You probably have somewhere between a month and a year to live.” The mouse told him.

Midoriya gaped, “What?!”

They had spent almost an hour doing blood tests to confirm that Midoriya was indeed half vampire. Aizawa kept watch over his student, monitoring the boy’s near panic as Nedzu talked about various topics that neither of them understood.

“A half vampire is born human but as they mature their body becomes more vampiric. However a human body can’t support a vampire. They need to be bitten and become a full vampire, a true blood like their parent.” Nedzu hopped forward inspecting Midoriya again, “Usually their parent turns them between four to seven years old. I’ve never seen one reach fifteen, well you're almost sixteen aren’t you?”

“So what do I do?” Midoriya asked.

“Oh don’t worry about it. Aizawa can easily turn you. One bite and then you’ll be a vampire.” Nedzu told him cheerfully.

There was silence for a moment before Midoriya quietly spoke, “And if I don’t want to be a vampire?”

The mouse’s tail twitched as he thought about it for a moment. “Well, first your body would reject all food completely, yet be unable to sustain itself on blood, leaving you to slowly starve.  But if you were able to find a loophole around that, then eventually your endothermic systems would shut down and you would die of hypothermia.”

Aizawa could see Midoriya’s small frame start to shake as his fate was read to him. He put a gentle hand on his student shoulder, “You don’t have to make a choice right now. You have some time, it sounds like.”

Slowly Midoriya nodded, “I-I should probably tell my mom-” he froze as he realized the implications of being half vampire. “My mom’s not a vampire, is she?”

Nedzu shrugged but said, “Probably. You live with just her, correct? It’s common for a true blood to leave or even kill their mate after they have served their purpose. My only question is why she hasn’t turned you yet...”

Midoriya blanched, “No! There’s no way she’d do that!”

“Are you sure?”

The mouse’s query seemed to make the boy hesitate. Recognizing the delicate nature of the subject, Aizawa asked, “Do you want to ask her?”

Midoriya nodded.

The mouse’s tail twitched with irritation. “Aizawa, if she is a vampire, then she’ll be true blooded, much more powerful than you. She could even enthrall you.”

Sighing, Aizawa suggested, “Then we could bring All Might with us. He’s probably stronger than any vampire.”

Nedzu glared, “That would mean telling All Might about vampires.”

“Don’t worry,” Aizawa muttered, “I have a feeling Midoriya was planning on telling him anyway.”

When they arrived at Midoriya’s apartment complex the sun had moved lower in the sky, washing the sky in golden light.

“Remember, if she attacks, just blow the roof off. Sunlight will nullify her vampire powers.” Aizawa told All Might as they made the trek up the stairs to the top floor.

“Yeah I got that. I’m just a bit confused...” The golden haired hero muttered, “Vampires?”

Aizawa took a long controlled breath through his nose as he tried to calm his irritation. “Yes, vampires. Didn't I show you my teeth? Do you need me to rip out someone’s throat to prove it to you?”

“No, please no.” All Might gripped the rail a little tighter. “I always thought your teeth were just a quirk mutation thing... like Vlad’s.” All Might froze. “Wait, is Vlad a vampire too?”

“No, Vlad is not a vampire.” Aizawa assured him.

There was still a frown on the hero’s face as he looked up at the small green haired boy walking in front him. “But young Midoriya is?”

“ Half vampire,” Midoriya mumbled, “or something... I don’t know.”

Aizawa watched his student. Midoriya was taking it hard. He had found out he was going to become a bloodthirsty monster and he might be a few steps from finding out that his mother was one as well and had been hiding it for the last sixteen years. Aizawa wished he could do more for the boy, well more than be the instrument to turn him into a monster.

Midoriya stopped in front of an apartment door. “This is it,” he said quietly.

All Might’s body swelled as he shifted into his muscle form. 

Aizawa gave a nod toward the boy, “Go ahead, we’ll let you handle the talking. We’re just here in case things... go wrong.”

Nodding, Midoriya lifted his hand to the door knob and twisted the door open. He stared into the dark house before calling out, “Mom? We need to talk.”

The quiet pattering of footsteps echoed through the house. “Izuku?” His mother called. “Is something wrong?” As she came around the corner she saw the two heroes sanding behind her son. “Oh. Oh! All Might! And Mr. Aizawa, please come in. I’ll get some tea, what do like-”

She froze as Midoriya buried himself in her arms, his body shaking as he broke down in tears.

“Izuku? What’s wrong?” She asked the sobbing child she was holding. “Did you get hurt again?”

“He’s not injured... but there’s something else we have to ask you.” Aizawa said.

Inko looked up at the teacher’s somber expression. “Don’t tell me he’s getting expelled... what happened?”

“Not expulsion...” Aizawa was getting less sure that this woman was secretly a vampire by the second. “It might take a bit to explain...” He gave a wide grin. To a naïve onlooker it might look like an overexcited smile, but among vampires it was a common gesture to identify each other. However it seemed to elicit no reaction.

“Oh, right. I’ll grab the tea-” Inko turned to return to the kitchen when Midoriya hand shot out, desperately holding onto her.

“Mom... are you a vampire?”

Inko stilled. She glanced back at Midoriya’s teachers. “Oh, so that’s what this is about...” She said softly.

Aizawa tensed, preparing for her to lash out and attack, but instead she gave a long sigh and motioned for them to sit. She left toward the kitchen, coming back with some warm tea for them. Midoriya rubbed at his eyes, as if trying to scrub away his previous tears.

“Izuku... when I first met your father, Hisashi, it was a whirlwind romance. It was like something straight out of a fairytale,” Inko started. “It wasn’t until we got engaged that he revealed he was a vampire. He played it off as an almost normal thing, as if he was just another race or something... I didn’t really didn’t think about it that much.”

“Why’d he leave?” Midoriya asked, staring into the untouched tea in front of him.

It was a question that Aizawa was wondering himself. He may not know everything about the intricacies of true bloods, but it seemed weird that after siring a son he would leave, letting his son grow up alone and without anyone to turn him when he became the proper age.

Inko was quiet for a moment. “I don’t know. The months leading up to it, he seemed distracted, like something else was always bothering him. I don’t know why he left, but the last thing he said was that he’d be back for you, Izuku.”

“But he never came back.” Midoriya said bitterly.

Inko bit her lip as she looked up at the two heroes. “I haven’t heard a thing from him since he left ten years ago. When people ask I usually just say that he’s working in America to avoid the... y’know how people are.”

 “It’s possible he could have died.” Aizawa said carefully. “Vampires are not welcomed very many places. Even ‘good’ vampires get hunted down by vampire hunters and the like...” Aizawa paused, “Do you know what kind of feeding habits he had?”

Inko shook her head. “He was pretty secretive about all that. All I know is that he only came home when he knew he’d had enough blood to not be a danger to me or Izuku.”

“That’s a positive sign,” but it all depended on where he had been getting that blood. “What did he look like?”

“He was taller, with white hair, and dark red eyes.” Inko said.

“Features of an older vampire, probably at least a hundred years old...” Aizawa muttered. 

All Might, who had been keeping quiet, finally frowned, looking over at his coworker. “Are you sure Vlad isn’t a vampire?”

Aizawa rolled his eyes. “Yes, I’m sure. I made him eat garlic once.” Looking back at Midoriya’s mother, he asked her, “Did you know Midoriya is half vampire?”

Inko’s brow furrowed, “No, he’s human. He was born human. That’s what Hisashi said.”

“That is both correct and incorrect...” He paused, looking towards Midoriya in case he wanted to say himself. The boy nodded for him to continue. “He was human, but due to his vampiric blood, he will... die... if not turned to become a full vampire.”

Inko’s eyes went wide as her face paled, her eye shifted between Aizawa and All Might and then back to Midoriya. “No...that can’t be...” she whispered.

All Might shifted, finally speaking up to comfort her. “I know it’s a lot to take in but Midoriya still has time. We’re not going to let him die.”

Midoriya blinked and slowly looked up toward Aizawa. “Sensei... how did you become a vampire?”

Aizawa paused. He had a feeling he knew why Midoriya was asking. “I... I had a friend in high school who was a vampire. He... tried to go without drinking blood... and ended up biting me.” He said slowly.

What he had said seemed to have confirmed something in Midoriya’s mind. The boy stood up. He glanced toward his mom whispering a quick “I’m sorry”  before speaking. “I became a hero to save people and inspire safety. I don’t want to make the people around me worry. I don’t want to cause fear. I-I’m” his voice broke slightly as he stumbled with his words, “I’m not going to become a vampire.”

“There has to be something you can do to change his mind!” All Might argued.

Aizawa gave a long sigh. He and All Might had returned to UA leaving the sobbing Midoriya mother and her son to talk it out. Aizawa was seated at his desk, idly looking over a stack of assignments he needed to grade while All Might paced around the room.

“I feel like you’d have a better chance with that. You’re still his idol after all.” Aizawa muttered.

“But you’re a vampire,” the golden haired hero said emphatically, “you can tell him it’s not that bad being one.”

One of Aizawa’s eyes twitched. “Not that bad?”

All Might shrugged, “I mean you seem fine. I had no inclination of your nature until you told me.”

Aizawa gave a derisive snort. “I would call it... manageable. But it is by no means anything I’d wish on anyone else. Vampires are inherently enemies of humanity.”

All Might almost seemed to chuckle as he looked at Aizawa, “Maybe some of them, but you aren’t. You’re a hero!”

Aizawa was silent, his frustration growing as All Might seemed unable to grasp the severity of becoming a vampire. After a long breath, he looked up, speaking each word carefully, “I live everyday with a constant hunger barely sated by the blood Nedzu provides me with. If I miss even one day, I will murder the next person I see. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't wish I was human again.”

“Aright, alright...” Dragging a hand down his bony face, All Might sighed. “Look, I’m just saying... when you tell Midoriya about being a vampire... maybe leave out the more negative parts.”

The chair Aizawa had been sitting on clattered as Aizawa stood, his irritation crackling into anger. “You want me to lie to him?” He growled

“No no, not lie...” All Might said quickly, backpedaling, “just-”

“-leave out pertinent information, so that he’ll make the choice you want him to?” Aizawa finished for him. He scoffed with disgust, unable to look at the famed hero. “I don’t think you understand how important this choice is. Vampires are immortal. It will affect him for the rest of his life, which could be hundreds of years!”

All Might stepped back, taken aback by Aizawa’s aggressive tone. His face darkened as he looked down. “Sheesh, it's almost like you want the kid to die.” All Might muttered.

Aizawa flinched, his mouth twitching, flashing his bared fangs for a second, and for a moment All Might wondered if the vampire in front of him might actually attack. But then Aizawa just shook his head, looking away with a defeated sigh.

“Of course I want him to live...” he said quietly, “but it’s his choice.”

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Something was wrong with Deku. Bakugou had noticed it weeks ago but now a gloom hung over the nerd as if someone had told him had only days to live. Of course when his little friends were around he would brighten up and act like the excitable Deku he was, but as soon they looked away, the depression would return.

As Bakugou packed up his school books, Deku approached him.

“Um... Can I talk to you for a second?” He asked nervously.

Bakugou rolled his eyes. “Get out of my way. I have to get home today.” He growled.

The nerd fidgeted, thinking for a second, “Oh that’s okay...actually that would be even better...” He looked up, “Can I walk home with you?”

Bakugou raised an eyebrow, his sneer expressing the what the hell? he was thinking. With a grunt he shrugged on his backpack and shoved past the nerd. But as light steps followed, he inwardly groaned as he heard Deku following him.

The nerd was quiet for a while. It wasn’t until they were off UA and the school had disappeared behind them that he finally spoke up. “I need to tell you something... well, actually I need to ask something.” Deku said quietly. “It’s about my quirk.”

Bakugou glanced back at the nerd for a second, before scoffing as he focused back on the sidewalk in front of him. “Not this again,” he muttered.

“Please, Kacchan, just listen to me for once,” Midoriya cried.

The desperation in the nerd’s voice made him pause. His pace slowed ever so slightly but he didn’t respond, seeming to continue to ignore Deku.

“At the beginning of the year I told you I got my quirk from someone else. I wasn’t lying. I got it from All Might.”

Bakugou froze. His foot caught on a crack in the sidewalk and he stumbled barely catching himself. Glaring, he looked back at Deku, “All Might?”

Deku took a deep breath nodding, “My quirk is literally the same as his. I just keep breaking my bones because it’s so powerful. I know you’re smart. You’ve seen my punches-”

“They’re the exact same as All Might’s.” Bakugou finished. “Shut up. It makes too much sense.”

“Because I’m telling the truth, Kacchan!” Deku told him, his frustration starting to seep into his voice. “It’s called One for All. It’s been passed down through generations, each time getting stronger. It has to be kept secret because people would try to steal it.”

“Then why are you telling me-”

Deku ran his hand through his hair, “Because... I’m giving it to you!” He held out his hand, holding out a small curly green hair.

Bakugou stared. Then his eyes narrowed, “Why are you doing this?”

Deku flinched, glancing away for a second, “That’s not important...”

“Don’t give me that shit,” Bakugou growled. “You expect me to believe a quirkless Deku like you was given a quirk by the world's greatest hero and now you want to give it away? How dumb do you think I am?”

Tears were starting to pool in Deku’s eyes. “Just take my quirk!”

“No! Tell me why!” Bakugou yelled back.

“Because I’m dying!” Deku cried, expelling the words from his mouth.

Bakugou stumbled back, his previous fire, dying somewhat. “You’re.. what?”

The green haired boy seemed to have shrunken, regretting the outburst. Slowly he held out the hair again. “Sorry... just please take my quirk.”

“Sorry? Sorry? ” Bakugou slapped Deku’s hand away. “Did you just apologize because you’re dying?”

“I’m sorry-urk- I mean um...” Deku mumbled, “I can’t really talk about it. You wouldn’t believe me anyway... ”

Bakugou tilted his head. There was something fishy about all this. “Try me,” he grunted.

Deku backed away a bit, “No really, you wont believe me. It sounds stupid.”

“If it sounds stupid then it probably is stupid,” Bakugou said with a snort.

“No I didn’t mean...” Deku gave an annoyed pout. “You’d probably blast me cause how ridiculous it sounds.”

Rolling his eyes, Bakugou sighed, “I won’t. Just tell me.” What was the nerd so worried about? At this point his mind had started going through the most embarrassing causes of deaths, preparing himself for the worst.

Taking a deep breath, Deku started, “I am a-” he stopped, as if doubting what he was going to say before starting again. “I am going to die if I don’t become a vampire.”

Bakugou was not prepared for that answer. His brow furrowed as he tried to understand, wondering if perhaps vampire was a euphemism for something else. Then his eyes narrowed as he focused Deku, looking for any sign of deceit. Finally he growled, “Is this some sort of joke?”

Deku looked at him, hurt, “Why would I lie about this?”

“I don’t know, but it’s weird.” Bakugou growled.

The nerd looked away with a sigh, “I told you wouldn’t believe me. You can ask Aizawa if you want. He’s a vampire. Believe me or not, it doesn’t change that I’m dying.”

Watching the nerd carefully, Bakugou yanked his phone out. Swiping through his contacts, he found their teacher’s number and jabbed in a short message. Midoriya says you're a vampire. Deku didn’t flinch, watching passively as he pressed send.

Instinctually, he wanted to doubt the strange claim. But Midoriya had been acting strange. He almost completely stopped eating. And apparently he had garlic allergies now? Wasn’t garlic something used to keep vampires away? And then there was the freaking long sleeve undershirt incident. Either Deku was playing the weirdest prank on him... or he was telling the truth. For the moment, Bakugou decided to humor him.

“So... you are going to die if you don't become a vampire,” Bakugou grumbled. “Why not just become one then?”

A small look of relief washed over Deku's face, “You actually believe me?”

Bakugou snorted, “No, but answer the question.”

The nerd wavered, trying to read Bakugou before finally answering. “Well, it’s a little complicated since I’m half-vampire, because my dad was a true blood... But I don’t want to become a vampire!” He said, like it was obvious. “They’re monsters.”

Bakugou raised an eyebrow, “You said Aizawa was a vampire. He seems fine, well other than acting like a hobo.”

“Vampires have to drink blood. Human blood. If they don’t, they lose control and will attack people. Aizawa is just able to get by because Nedzu supplies him with blood.”

“Ignoring the fact that Nedzu is a blood dealer for vampires,” Why did that seem one hundred percent possible? “Couldn’t you do the same?” Bakugou asked.

Deku slumped, “Yeah... but there would always be the possibility that I could attack. As a hero, things happen, and I don’t want to become a danger.”

Bakugou looked at him, “Then maybe you shouldn’t be a hero.”

Deku froze. His entire demeanor changed. Bakugou could almost feel the icy wall that formed between them. “Of course you would say that...” Deku growled.

Bakugou twitched, irritated at how the nerd had misinterpreted his words. “I’m just saying that if you’re so worried about it, maybe it’s for the best.”

With a huff, Deku turned away. “Why would I expect you to understand?” 

Bakugou rolled his eyes. “Because you’re being stupid. You’re over thinking things like you always do!”

Midoriya glared. “Maybe there are more important things than just living!” 

A dark anger bubbled up, rising in Bakugou as he stared at the nerd, “You would seriously rather die?” His mouth twisted into a sneer. “You’re always wanting to help others. You never want to be a burden to anyone. You never think about yourself. That’s what I hate about you.” A growl rose in his throat as he spat, “You’re always trying to be the hero !”

If Bakugou hadn’t been prepared when Midoriya had said vampires, he was completely stupefied as Midoriya’s knuckles collided with his face.

“Of course I’m trying to be a hero! That’s why I'm going to UA!” Midoriya shouted. “If you can’t even understand that, why are you trying to be a hero?” 

There was silence between them as Bakugou was still frozen with shock.

Taking a deep breath, the nerd backed off, angry tears spilling over. “You’re so stupid sometimes...” He whispered before stomping away.

Slowly reaching up to touch his face, Bakugou felt the bruising skin under his eye. It hadn’t been a hard punch. Well, not that hard considering what Deku could do with his quirk. 

Ugh, that damn idiot! Bakugou looked towards where the nerd had disappeared. His stupid heroics were going to kill him one day. Well, if Deku was telling the truth about vampires then it sounded like they were already killing him.

A vibration shook Bakugou out of his studies. Aizawa had answered. Yes, I am. The reply was short with no explanation, as if telling someone you were a vampire was a completely normal thing to do. With a sigh, Bakugou set aside his textbook and pulled open his computer.

His search of Are vampires real? brought him predictable results. A wikipedia page described the histories of different vampiric myths from across the world. Below that there were articles claiming to have interviewed a real-life vampire or describe how to live like a vampire. One, however, caught his eye, Vampires: Quirk or Cult Phenomenon? He clicked on it and started reading.

At first it seemed like just another conspiracy article but the words ‘half vampire’ and ‘true blood’ caught his eye. Those were words Deku had used. He looked closer. The supposed vampire talked about how they weren’t that different from humans. Their corpse-like nature had been attributed to them because they were actually cold blooded. At night, they gained super strength. And they could heal themselves when they drank blood.

Bakugou chuckled to himself when he read that. With the way Deku was consistently breaking his bones, he could use a healing ability.

As he skimmed through the rest the vampire mentioned how groups of vampire, called covens, would flock together for safety. Apparently this vampire had used facebook to find his coven. Making his way onto facebook, Bakugou searched covens. After looking at the results, he quickly realized he needed to specify vampire covens. As he edited his search, he hoped vampires were the only gothic monster that was actually real and the others were just weird cults.

He found a few different groups, most parading their vampire aesthetic at every opportunity. It almost reminded him of a halloween party. The last one he looked at was completely different. Most of the posts were of people doing regular things, like showing off their new dog, or a haircut, or activities together. If it weren’t for the fact that anyone who smiled had inch long fangs, he never would have suspected that it was a group for vampires.

In one post discussing an upcoming hunting trip, there was a link to the details of the event. Following the blue hyper linker, Bakugou found himself on sort of forum. Searching through a few different pages, it didn’t take him long to realize that it was a site for vampires to talk to each other. There were pages talking about the best type of sunscreen to use and what foods to avoid because they had garlic.

Curiosity still nagging at him, he navigated to the introduction pages. Clicking create new, he wrote a short message. New and still learning about vampires. Tell me any tips you have. As he pressed post, a wave of doubt washed over him. What was he doing? He should be focusing on homework, not trying to figure out Deku’s stupid problems.

He was about to delete his post when a reply came.

Bloodstain: Heyo! Welcome to the family! I suggest brushing your teeth after you eat. Teeth stains can be a pain to explain. .^^.

Bakugou looked at the message before hesitantly typing back.

Guest: How long have you been a vampire?

Bloodstain: Hmmm... maybe ten years... no wait eleven.

Guest: Do you ever regret it?

Bloodstain: Haha no way! I love being a vampire. It’s the absolute best! <3

Guest: What would you do if someone you knew was going to die if they didn’t become a vampire, but they refused to?

Bloodstain: I’d bite them <3 <3 <3

An idea started to form in Bakugou’s head. That stupid nerd was too stuborn to change his mind. Being a vampire wasn’t that bad. They had super strength, could heal faster, were immortal. The only side effects seemed easy to manage. It was way better than dying. If Deku refused to see reason, then Bakugou would make him.

Guest: Can I become a vampire?

There was a long pause before a reply finally appeared.

Bloodstain: Oh yes... I'd love to help!

It was dark as Bakugou stepped in the forest. ‘Bloodstain,’ or whatever their name really was, had told him to meet at the outskirts of Mustafa just after eight. He stumbled over the undergrowth, the dim moonlight overhead barely giving enough light to see. He pulled out his phone, almost texting Kirishima just in case something went wrong, but after a second slid it back into his pocket. He could take care of himself.

Yes, he knew this was a bad idea. But if he could prove to that nerd that there was no danger in becoming a vampire then he wouldn’t kill himself over such a stupid decision.

But Bakugou wasn’t stupid. He’d brought one of his grenades with him. It would be easy to throw it and then use the smoke as a cover to blast into the sky and escape.

Something thuded down beside him, but before he could move, clawed hands grabbed his shoulders holding him still. Tingles went down his spine as some inhaled deeply right next his ear.

“You smell so sweet, I can barely resist sinking my fangs into you right now!” A girl’s voice whispered excitedly.

Explosions popped from Bakugou’s hands as he swung around, aiming to blow them to hell. But as he turned... she had disappeared.

“You’re a feisty one, aren’t you?” The girl was standing in front of him now. Her messy blond buns bounced as she moved. He realized the clawed hands he’d felt were actually sparkly pink fake nails. She actually looked like a somewhat normal person.

 “You’re Bloodstain?” He asked

 “Yup, but you can call me Toga.” She grinned, displaying long fangs, “So what’s your name?” Toga asked.

“Bakugou,” he growled.

She tilted her head, “Bakugou... Bakugou... Oh! From the sports festival!” Her eyes lit up, “You’re from UA!”

“Yeah, I am.” Bakugou said with a grunt.

A small giggle escaped her. “Perfect. You’ll make a perfect vampire.” She whispered.

Maybe this had been a bad idea.

“So how do you get your blood?” He asked her.

“Oh, I have a lot of ways. Usually though I go on dates. When I see a cute boy, I can't help but want to drain all the blood from his body.” The statement ended with a euphoric giggle.

Bakugou froze. “You’re kidding right?”

She turned, her eyes flickering over him, catching every micro expression. Then she broke into a smile. “Of course I’m kidding! You’re so serious.” she said with a laugh.

Bakugou didn’t move.

She seemed to sense his hesitation, stepping forward, her grin growing wider. There was a calculation in her movement. Her pupils had turned from narrow slits to wide saucers, flashing iridescent for a second as the moonlight caught them. It was like a cat preparing to pounce. She was the hunter and he was the prey.

Bakugou’s hand tightened around the grenade in his pocket. At the movement, Toga lunged forward. With his free hand he blasted a small stunning blast, giving him enough time to pull the pin on the grenade.

He couldn’t see the vampire but he launched in toward the last place he’d seen her, before rolling away from the explosion.

The boom shook his ears as he scrambled away, smoke and ash filling the trees. This was his chance to escape. Jumping, he blasted into the air.

Behind him, he could hear Toga’s angry voice yell, “You singed my coat! Ugh and I won’t even get to drink your blood after this.”

A searing pain tore through his hand. Losing control of his explosion, he cartwheeled out of the sky before smashing into the dirt. Growling as he got to his feet, he checked the problem with his hand. A find a knife blade stuck up through his flesh, impaled in his palm.

That girl had knives on her? Bakugou tried to think of a plan. Removing the knife would cause him to start bleeding out. But with it in, he would be unable to create any explosions from that hand, essentially grounding him. Removing the blade would only be worth it as a last resort.

His enemy was stronger and faster than, plus kept seeming to disappear. Possibly a quirk at play. He would be at a major disadvantage trying to fight. So as much as he hated it, running was the only option.

Bakugou took off into the trees, running in the direction he thought he had come. Bushes and tall grass yanked and pulled at his feet as he ran, each plant doing its best to trip him. He was so focused on seeing where he was going, keeping each foot moving, and ignoring the throbbing pain in his hand, that he almost fell as his foot slipped out from underneath him.

Scrambling back, he looked at the hole he had almost fallen into. A seven foot long and six foot deep hole. And beside it, a wood coffin sat.

There was a small giggle next to his ear, “It’s so funny you think you can run away.” Toga whispered beside him. “I can smell you.”

It was now or never. Bakugou tore the knife out of his hand, pointing both his palms toward the vampire and releasing a giant explosion.

As the light died, the smoke mixing with the darkness as it swirled away in the wind, there was a sigh from behind him.

“If it makes you feel better, you almost got me. Almost. ”

Pain exploded from Bakugou’s collar bone. Fire shot through his veins spreading from the point of impact. He couldn’t even scream as his throat seized as his mouth opened in a silent cry. 

To answer Toga’s question, it did not make him feel better.

He could see Toga lift her head from his shoulder, but the pain still burned through his body. Everything was starting to spin and darken. 

Faintly, he could feel his body being lifted, moved, and then set down. His head was gently set back against wood. He could barely hear Toga’s whisper, “Enjoy your feast when you wake up!” and then everything black as the lid of the coffin closed with a resounding thump.

 Bakugou wasn’t sure how long his mind drifted. It felt like a nightmare was racing through his head on loop but he could never figure out what was going on. Like he was being chased but whenever he looked back, only his shadow stared back. Or perhaps it was a reflection. Something wasn’t right.

His eyes snapped open. He lurched forward, almost puking, before his head slammed in something hard. He paused looking around, seeing only wood around him. He was still in the coffin.

He punched upward, but the lid didn’t budge. Pressing both palms against the wood, his muscle stained but to no avail. It was like a thousand pounds were pressing down on it, like- He had been buried alive.

His breath panicked, coming out in wheezy gasps. No, not now! He tried to calm his thundering heart, but it was so hard to think. His head was pounding and his stomach growled, eating at him. He was just so-

Hungry.

No.

He was starving.

At first Aizawa tried not to be concerned by Bakugou’s absence. Judging by the text he’d gotten the night before, Midoriya had told him everything. He would have talked to that student later about what it meant to actually keep things secret.

He brushed his concern away as he walked into the classroom and saw the empty seat. Skipping school because you found out vampires were real and his classmate was dying wasn’t the most rational decision, but it was understandable.

But when his phone rang, he knew something was wrong. Stepping out of the class to answer, he put the phone to his ear.

“Hello, this is Mitsuki Bakugou, Katsuki’s mother.” the woman’s voice came through the line. “Is my son there?”

Aizawa frowned. Bakugou’s mother didn’t know where he was?  “No. He hasn’t come to school today.” 

“Skipping school too?” Mitsuki’s voice scoffed, “What a brat...”

Something about this felt like more than a student skipping. Bakugou was extremely driven in both his hero and school work. He didn’t seem like the kind of student to skip. “Do you have any idea where he might be?”

There was a sigh, “Oh, don't worry about it. Sometimes he spends the night at his friend’s place but he hasn’t answered any of my texts. He's just stubborn like that, but I’m sure he’ll show up...”

“Which friends? Maybe I can ask if they’ve seen him.” Aizawa asked.

“Hmm... I think there’s a couple of them but I’ve only seen the red headed boy.” Mitsuki responded. “They work on homework together sometimes.”

Turning the phone away from his mouth, he leaned back into his class. “Kirishima, Midoriya, I need to talk to you.” The two students looked up in surprise and stood.

“What do you need?” Kirishima asked as Aizawa shut the door behind them.

“When was the last time you saw Bakugou?” he asked.

Kirishima thought for a moment before shrugging, “Not since the end of school yesterday.”

“Midoriya?”

The green haired boy was looking down, failing to hide his sullen guilty expression. “Yesterday after school... We got into a fight. After I told him about...” he glanced at Kirishima, “y’know.”

“Right... did he head home afterward?”

“I thought so? He had said was in a hurry to get home.” Midoriya said.

None of this was boding well. “Thank you, you can return to your seats.”

Kirishima looked at him, noticing the phone in his hand. “Is... Bakugou okay?”

Aizawa froze, trying to keep the worried frown he was feeling from appearing on his face. He didn’t want to create worry in his students. “Don’t worry about it.”

As the two students left, Aizawa lifted the phone back to his ear, “Thank you for bringing this to our attention. UA will look into it immediately.”

“That’s not necessary...Like I said, he’ll show up eventually. You don’t need to worry yourself over it.” Mitsuki asserted

“We will contact you if we get any leads,” Aizawa told her, hanging up before she could continue to protest.

Something wasn’t right about his student’s absence and he was going to get down to the bottom of it. He was about to call Nedzu, when his phone buzzed again, the mouse’s number appearing in the caller ID.

Aizawa spoke quickly as he answered the phone. “Nedzu sir, Bakugou is absent, his mother doesn’t know were he is, I think-”

“Oh? Bakugou... I’ll have someone look into it.” Nedzu interrupted. “I need you for a mission. Don’t worry about your class, Midnight or Present Mic can cover for you.”

Aizawa frowned, somewhat deflated at being cut off.“What is it?”

“A string of murders were reported this morning. All the victims were drained of blood.”

“A vampire attack.” Aizawa stated. “You want me to take care of it?”

“While the sun is out, it’ll be vulnerable.” Nedzu said. “I think you should be able to handle it. I can only hold off the police for so long.”

Aizawa looked back toward the empty seat in his class before sighing, “All right.”

Following Nedzu’s directions, Aizawa found himself at the end of a neighborhood. Police cars and tape blocked off the last few houses. One of the officers brightened as he approached.

“Eraser Head, we were told to create a perimeter and only engage if the perpetrator tried to escape, but we weren’t given any other information. Do you know what’s going on?”

“I’ll be handling this alone.” Aizawa told them. “We believe there might be an out of control quirk in effect. I should be able to neutralize it.”

“Oh, that makes sense.” The officer paused, “Are you sure you don’t want any backup?”

Aizawa gave a stiff nod. “Yes. I can handle it.”

As he entered the crime scene, he only could see visible damage on the farthest house. The broken windows were to be expected, but the dark burn marks intrigued him. A fire quirk perhaps? Walking around the house, he found the first body.

It was a man, face down, only a few yards from the back door. No doubt he had been trying to escape, only to get pounced on from behind. The vampire hadn’t been clean, much of the neck had been torn apart, ripping apart most of the man’s upper back and shoulder.

Almost certainly a feral vampire then.

He was about to move on to the interior of the house, when he noticed a trail of blood leading into the forest. The vampire’s or perhaps a survivor? He quickly followed the path into the trees. At times it was hard to spot the blood, but the undergrowth had been torn apart. Whoever had come through here had been moving fast.

His heart dropped as he found the end of the trail, it led to a patch of soft fresh soil, a small divot in the center, with small mounds of dirt around it. Some had buried the vampire before it had gone on it’s rampage.

Burying was an ancient tactic used to whip vampires into a feeding frenzy. A freshly turned vampire would be buried and then wake up, a slave to their new hunger. But without a source to draw from and trapped, their hunger would drive them to dig their escape through any means possible. Any injuries incurred during the process would only add fuel to their blood lust.

He noted another burn mark across the ground. As he inspected the way it burned the ground and blasted the surrounding trees, it seemed less like some sort of blast of fire and more like an... explosion.

Without another second of hesitation, Aizawa turned back toward the house. He paused as he noticed another patch of burned trees off the path. He quickly scanned the area, confirming it was the same type of blast, when something metal caught his eye.

Picking up, it seemed to be some sort of shrapnel. His whole body went cold as he recognized the design. It looked almost identical to the ones Bakugou used as a part of his hero gear.

Aizawa raced toward the house, throwing open the back door. “Bakugou?”

There was no response but after a second he was able to make a quiet sobbing. He carefully followed the noise, doing his best to ignore the bodies on the floor, each as mutilated as the one outside.

He found a chair jammed against a bathroom door. It wasn’t actually keeping it closed, and, with little effort, he removed it.

Tapping against the door, spoke softly, “Bakugou?”

The sobbing abruptly stopped. With a deep breath, preparing for what he was going to see inside, Aizawa pulled the door open.

The blond was perched on top of the toilet, his head in his hands. As the boy slowly looked up, his face was covered in blood. Parts were smeared, as if he’d tried to rub it off but had only spread more blood across his face. His shirt was a mess too, the rust colored stain dripping down his front, as the excess blood had run down his neck.

“Are you hurt?” Aizawa asked, slowly stepping into the boy’s space.

Bakugou slowly shook his head. “Everything h-healed.” He murmured quietly.

Aizawa could feel his student’s fear. Although he stopped crying, Aizawa didn’t miss his shaking hands. “I’m not going to ask how this happened,” Aizawa said quietly. “We can deal with that later. Right now, I just need to get you somewhere safe.”

A shudder passed through the blond’s body as he whispered sarcastically. “You mean somewhere safe from me?”

Aizawa bit his lip. It was true. Bakugou was now a danger to any human around him. But he still wanted to help his student. One thing at a time. “How do you feel?”

“Starving,” Bakugou said with a hollow voice. 

Aizawa kept his expression from reflecting the despair he felt. Bakugou had become a feral vampire.

He looked back, peering around outside the small room, when Bakugou’s hand grabbed him. 

“Why do I still feel hungry?” Tears were welling up in the boy’s eyes. “Even after-” he cut off as he gagged. “Will I always be hungry?”

Aizawa set his hand on the boys as a comforting gesture. “Listen, I know a place you can stay while we get this sorted out. But it means I have to get you out of here ... and it’s not going to be easy. You’ll have to go outside in the sun and there are people out there. I’ll need to restrain you. Is that okay? I promised I can take you to a safe place, somewhere safe for you .”

Bakugou's red eyes were unfocused as he stared at his teacher before he gave a slow nod. Dropping his head, he whispered, “I just wanted to show that nerd he was being an idiot.”

Aizawa’s hand squeezed the boy’s. “We figure this out.”

Chapter Text

“I’ll need at least a week's supply of blood for him,” Aizawa said into his phone. He glanced over at Bakugou sitting in the passenger’s seat of his car. He’d helped him clean up his hands and face but the boy’s clothes were still a mess. He’d been quiet for most of the trip, staring vacantly forward. 

“As soon as you can, it would be nice. I’d like us to be gone before lunch time.” Aizawa muttered, looking forward at the UA parking lot.

“Don’t worry, I’m getting it together. I’ll have some robots deliver it to you.” Nedzu replied over the line. “But I’m rather curious about how this happened.”

“As am I. But that can wait till we get to the safe house.” Aizawa said.

Bakugou’s body suddenly lurched forward, his eyes fixated on something in the distance. Following his student’s gaze, Aizawa spotted a bush of green curly hair approaching them.

“Sorry Nedzu, I need to take care of something,” Aizawa said quickly and hung up. “Bakugou, how in control are you?”

Bakugou’s hands were gripping his seat, his body was almost shaking. “Can smell ‘m.” He grunted.

Aizawa assessed his options. “I’m going to get out of the car to tell Midoriya to leave. Do you think you can stay still?”

“Just get that stupid ass nerd to go away!” Bakugou growled.

Taking it as an affirmative, Aizawa slowly opened his door, careful to watch Bakugou’s reaction. The blond’s teeth were bared in an open growl but didn’t seem to be moving. He got out, shutting and locking the car behind him.

“Aizawa Sensei!” Midoriya yelled with excitement, running forward to greet his teacher, “I heard you found Kacchan.”

“Midoriya stop! Don’t move any closer.” Aizawa shouted, making the boy freeze in his tracks.

“Is something wrong?” The student asked, his head tilting in confusion.

Ignoring the question, Aizawa approached Midoriya, hoping to lead him away from where Bakugou was. “Who told you about Bakugou?”

“Um, All Might heard from Nedzu that you found him, that his absence was nothing to worry about.” Midoriya told him. Looking back at the car he’d emerged from, he asked “Is he okay?”

Aizawa frowned. Midoriya was one of the few people who could actually know the truth of the matter. “He’s-”

Aizawa didn’t get to finish his sentence as an explosion rocked his car. To his dismay, he watched as the passenger door was blown off. From the cloud of smoke, Bakugou’s form darted out, charging straight toward them.

Pulling his scarf from around his neck, he threw it toward the feral vampire. The fabric caught the boy’s feet, tripping him and sending him to the ground. The explosions in his hands fizzled and died as Aizawa’s quirk activated.

Bakugou thrashed, twisting and growling, his eyes focused on Midoriya the entire time. Even as Aizawa wrapped his capture scarf around him in a hogtie, the blond struggled to worm forward, not caring as his face and arms scraped against the ground.

Midoriya stepped back in horror, watching Bakugou’s skin hiss and smoke under the sun. “What happened to him?”

Aizawa glared at him, feeling like the answer was a little obvious. “He got bitten by a vampire.”

“But why is he acting like that? Can’t you do something? Feed him blood or something? Like what you do.” Midoriya cried

Aizawa sighed as he finally secured Bakugou enough so the blond couldn’t hurt himself further. “When a human, not a half vampire like you, is turned, nine time out of ten they become feral. It doesn’t matter how much blood they drink, they’ll never be satisfied.”

Biting his lip, Midoriya frowned as he watched Bakugou helpless in Aizawa’s capture scarf. “But... isn’t there anything you can do to help? Can you fix him?”

Aizawa paused, looking away, there was one thing, something he doubted either of the boys would be keen on, but, “We’ll talk about that later.” He told Midoriya. “Now, if you would, please return to class.”

The green haired student nodded, stumbling back before turning around and running back toward campus. It wasn’t until Nedzu's robots delivered the blood and he had found a new car, borrowing one of UA staff vehicles, that he finally released the binding around Bakugou. 

As he rewrapped his scarf around his neck, he noticed the blond had been crying. “I’m sorry,” Aizawa said quietly. “How are the burns?”

Bakugou shook his head, his gaze slowly fixating on a non existent point outside the window. When he spoke, his voice was quiet, but churned like gravel. “If you hadn’t been there... I would have killed him.”

The safe house was large enough, about the size of a larger single floor apartment. 

“We may be pretty far out in the country, but there’s electricity, water, heating, AC, all the necessities.” Aizawa said as they walked in. “There’s some books, I can’t remember what kind, philosophy if I know Nedzu, and a console in the living room to play video games. Hopefully something to keep you from getting bored.”

Bakugou nodded, silently looking around at the place that, at least for the time being, would be his home. Aizawa glanced back, looking at the boy standing in the center of the house. His clothes were torn, covered in dirt, singed, and of course, still stained by blood. The rest of him wasn’t much better.

“There’s a bathroom down the hall if you want to wash up.” Aizawa told him.

“I don’t have any extra clothes,” Bakugou said quietly. He only had the clothes he was wearing and the phone that he’d brought with him.

“Right...” Aizawa stepped back outside grabbing the boxes Nedzu had delivered. “After I get you set up here, I’ll run and grab you anything you need. Toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant, a phone charger?” 

“Can’t I just-” Bakugou stopped mid sentence, realizing the answer. “I can’t stop by my house.”

Aizawa nodded solemnly. He hated seeing how his student’s body slumped in defeat. “Your mother called this morning,” Aizawa told him, hoping it would bring him some comfort.

Bakugou looked up in surprise, “She did?” Then he gave a bitter laugh. “Did she chew you out? I bet she’s tearing her hair out, cursing my name, thinking I up and ran away. Stubborn hag...” He paused. “Can I... talk to her?”

Aizawa looked away, “For now, it would be best to not contact anyone who doesn’t know about vampires. At least until you decide what you want to do... We’ll tell her something to calm her fears for the time being.” Mitsuki had seemed worried even though she hadn’t seemed to want to show it. Hopefully he would get to meet her one day in person, and not to lie to her, telling her that her son was dead instead of explaining that he had become a monster that would kill her on sight. He opted to stay quiet as he stocked the freezer.

“Who at UA knows about vampires?” Bakugou asked. He was inspecting the windows, noting the black tinting that blocked the harmful sun rays.

“Nedzu and I of course. Also Present Mic, a side effect of being friends with two vampires. And All Might just recently found out. To my knowledge, no one else knows.” Aizawa paused, pulling one of the blood packs out of the boxes. “Here, you should probably drink something.”

Bakugou caught the ‘juice’ box and inspected it incredulously. The packaging was opaque, hiding the contents, and it was completely scentless. Carefully he unscrewed the cap.

Instantly his body filled with adrenaline as the smell of sweet blood hit his nose. The red liquid sprayed as he embedded his fangs into the box, guzzling the liquid down as fast as humanly possible. When the box refused to give him anymore, he clenched his jaws, ripping it apart and licking up the last drops inside.

He wasn’t sure how long he tore at the small juice box before he finally became aware of himself. It was like a blanket of euphoria had been lifted, leaving him only with a bottomless hunger that endlessly clawed at from inside.

Looking up, Bakugou realized Aizawa had been watching the entire display. His face flushed with embarrassment and he wiped his face, realizing once again it had blood on it.

But to his surprise, Aizawa just held out another juice box, “Do you need another?”

Nodded in relief, Bakugou quickly grabbed it.

As Bakugou got to work on the second juice, Aizawa told him, “If you run out, please call me. I will get you more. It might be hard to tell, since you’ll always feel like you’re starving, but if you go too long without blood, it could throw you into another feeding frenzy like when you woke up.”

Bakugou nodded, tossing the shredded juice boxes into the trash. The burns he’s received from the sun were starting to heal over.

Aizawa watched the boy. All things considered, he was starting to settle in. “Before I go, I still need to ask one more thing...”

Bakugou froze. He knew that this moment was going to come sooner or later. He would have to explain.

“How did you become a vampire?”

“I was stupid.” Bakugou started. “I tried to become one.” And so he explained everything, from he searches through the internet to meeting an actual vampire to the point where he’d tried to back out and subsequently been hunted until fangs met flesh.

There was a long pause after he finished as Aizawa took in the story. Bakugou fidgeted uncomfortably. A part of him feared that his teacher would throw him to the police... As he should...

“I have to apologize.” Aizawa said.

Bakugou frowned, “Huh?”

“I told you that I was a vampire. It gave you the impression that being a vampire was something manageable and able to be handled. I’m a rare case of a human vampire. I should have explained better.” 

With a snort, Bakugou muttered bitterly. “I don’t know what the hell you're talking about. I’m the one who should have checked if vampires were vicious bloodsucking monsters.” Images flashed through his mind. The horrible sickening smell of blood. His teeth ripping through flesh, and warm thick warm red liquid dripping down his chin. His body shuddered, barely able to stomach the memories. “Aizawa... have you ever killed someone?”

“As a vampire? No, I was lucky enough to be among friends who could help.” Aizawa said quietly. “But there was once when I was a hero.” 

“Do you still think about it?”

“I...try not to.” Aizawa told him. “Listen, I don’t care what your reasoning was to go to that forest, you didn’t understand what would happen. You even tried to leave. That vampire bit you on purpose. She knew what would happen. It wasn’t your fault.”

Bakugou looked away, biting his lip. “So what now? I remain in solitary confinement for the rest of my life, a menace to the world?”

Aizawa sighed. He wanted to tell his student something, but didn’t want to give him false hope. “I’ll have to talk to Nedzu. There may be some... options. But they may come with unpleasant side effects.”

Bakugou raised an eyebrow, “As if anything’s worse than being a bloodthirsty monster.”

School was over by the time Aizawa returned to UA. He sank into his chair, glaring at the stack of ungraded papers that were starting to pile up. There was too much to do. He had to go talk to Nedzu. He was worried about Bakugou. And Midoriya’s fate was still in the air. There was so much to do. Too much to think about.

With a sigh he picked up the assignment on top and started grading. It was a shorter assignment, just a three page review about the student’s internships. It was interesting and sometimes somewhat concerning to read about what his students had been up to during their week off. Asui described the work that went into tracking down pirates. In Yaoyorzou’s paper, Aizawa could feel her frustration about how little hero work they did. He detected self doubts in Kaminari’s. Uraraka’s time with Gunhead had taught her to be more confident. He took mental notes about each student’s progress, while writing short notes to help them on their paper.

He was so focused on the task of grading, he didn’t notice as Yamada entered the room. “I heard about Bakugou. How’s he doing?” The blond asked, speaking softer for once in his life.

Looking up, startled, Aizawa glared as he saw the other teacher. “Does everyone know already?” He muttered.

Yamada shrugged, leaning up against Aizawa’s desk. “Everyone that... knows . I heard Bakugou almost attacked Midoriya.”

Aizawa’s glare darkened, “Does your quirk give you increased hearing as well?”

Yamada laughed, “I’d be deaf if that were the case. Nah, I was just subbing in for a certain absent teacher.”

“Was he alright? Emotionally... I mean...” Aizawa asked quietly.

Yamada frowned, his cheerful persona fully dropping. “He seemed shaken if that’s what you're asking. It’s hard... seeing a friend like that.”

Aizawa stiffened, knowing that Yamada was speaking from experience. “It’s different though... I always had Shirakumo, and you. I didn’t need to be separated from my friends. Bakugou is alone.”

Pursing his lips, Yamada looked at him, “Well, you know what Nedzu is going to ask Midoriya to do.”

“Yeah,” Aizawa said solemnly, “I know.”

As if summoned, Midoriya burst into the room. “Aizawa, Aizawa! Nedzu explained to me about thralls. I’ll do it. Turn me into a vampire!”

Aizawa sighed, slowly standing to walk around his desk. He had known how Midoriya would answer. The kid had such a heroic spirit, he wouldn’t think twice about himself if it meant helping someone.

“Are you sure?” Aizawa asked, kneeling in front of his student. “I know you want to help Bakugou, but there are other ways we can do that. Nedzu can find another true blood. It doesn’t have to be you.”

Midoriya shook his head. “Kacchan might hate me sometimes, but I think there’s some degree of mutual trust between us. I think he would rather be stuck with me than a stranger.”

That hadn’t really answered Aizawa’s question. “Becoming a vampire is something that will affect you . I want to make sure it’s a choice you’re making for yourself, not for anyone else.”

The determined expression of the boy’s freckled face wavered, “I-I...” he paused, before a shudder ran through his body and he seemed to shrink into himself. “I think I would have chosen this eventually...” Midoriya said in a quiet voice. “I don’t want to die. I was just... afraid.”

There was a small smile of comfort that spread across Aizawa’s face. “Fear is a completely natural thing. It reminds us we're human... whether a vampire or not.”

Midoriya nodded and took a deep breath. “Then please, turn me into a vampire!”

Nodding slowly, Aizawa started to plan things out in his head, “Would tomorrow be too soon or would you rather-”

“Right now.” Midoriya interrupted. “Please, I want to help Kacchan as soon as possible.”

“Alright.” Aizawa glanced up at Yamada, “Could you get as much blood as possible ready?” Looking back at Midoriya, he warned, “Are you sure? It is extremely painful.” 

Midoriya nodded, shifting nervously, “You need to bite my neck right?”

“Anywhere will do,” Aizawa told him. “Where would you feel most comfortable?”

Holding out his arm, Midoriya asked, “Is my hand okay?”

Aizawa nodded, taking the boy’s hand in his. He could feel the warmth, the throbbing pulse of his heartbeat in his wrist, and he could smell the sweet blood just under the skin. Then he let his fangs bury themselves in the soft flesh.

It had been a week since Bakugou had moved to the safe house. He had finally started to get into a routine. It was strange, he found himself waking up later and later. Must be a vampire thing. He shifted his waking hours, staying up later and later. When night fell, that's when he went outside to train. On the first day it had been to continue his quirk training, but half way through he stopped, instead focusing on learning how to use his vampiric strength.

Eating wasn’t difficult, but thinking about it was. Bakugou was almost thankful for the bloody haze that filled his mind, because without it there would be no way he would be able to stomach it.

Aizawa stopped by everyday, always checking to make sure Bakugou was okay, and his blood was fully stocked. But the other day, Aizawa had told him that he could contact his family and friends again under the guise that he was ill and under quarantine. It was a strange change of policy. Bakugou had assumed with his current condition it would be easiest to tell everyone who had known him that he was dead. It wasn’t like he’d be able to see them again.

He was reading, catching up on some school work that Aizawa had brought, when there was a knock on the door. He paused, slowly standing as he moved to get it. Usually Aizawa didn’t knock. His heart started to pound as he thought of possibilities. What if an unfortunate wanderer had stumbled upon this place. What if the second he opened the door he- he-

The knock came again and this time, Bakugou could hear the clicking of a key turning the lock. He frowned. Maybe it was just Aizawa.

A bushel of curly green hair poked in as the door creaked open.

“Kacchan!” Deku said with a relieved smile.

Bakugou's stomach dropped. He waited for his body to betray him, his mind taken over by bloodlust... but it didn’t happen. It took Bakugou a second to realise the implications.

“I’m so glad to see you again-” Deku stopped, his face morphing into barely contained disbelief and laughter. “What are you wearing?!”

Bakugou looked down, self consciously reminded of the sparkly sequin cat shirt he was wearing. “That hobo teacher has a horrible taste in clothing!” He yelled defensively.

Aizawa appeared behind Deku with a frown.

“I hope you’ve been doing alright...” Deku said, stepping into the house.

“I’m fine.” Bakugou snapped. “What did you do?”

“I, well,” Deku nervously gave a small smile, his mouth pulling back just enough to show the long fangs, “I decided I'd become a vampire after all.”

It was strange. Bakugou felt he should feel victorious. Technically his plan had worked... but after everything he instead felt hollow. “So now what? You’ve come to gloat about it?” He sneered.

“No Kacchan... I came because there might be a way I can help you.” Midoriya said, a small frown tugging at his determined expression. “That is if you want.”

Bakugou scowled, “Why is your stupid ass always trying to help me?” He stomped away from the nerd. “I said I was fine!”

“Why are you always so stubborn?” Deku chased after him. “At least hear what I have to say!”

“Shut up! I don't want your help!” Bakugou yelled as he yanked open the freezer. “I am perfectly,” he yanked out a juice box, “FINE!” To emphasize his point he sunk his teeth in the box. It took all his will power not to shred it apart, channeling all his furry at that stupid Deku.

There was a long sigh as Deku’s expression changed. To pity. That damn nerd was pitting him!

“Kacchan... I can help you go back to UA.” Deku said quietly. “You can still be a hero.”

The words struck deep. Bakugou had thought he had already given up. Every morning he had gotten up this week, before his eyes shut every night, and every time his teeth sank into blood, he told himself it was impossible. But as those stupid words came out of the nerd’s mouth, it made him want to hope again.

He was quiet, letting Deku continue.

“I’m a true blood vampire. One of the abilities true vampires have is to enthrall human vampires. A thrall and their master share their bloodlust. The thrall will only hunger when their master does...” Deku paused, his words starting to ramble, “It was probably used as a tactic for true bloods to make thralls to capture victims without having to endanger themselves. Almost like an evolutionary ability. I still have no idea if vampirism is natural or some ancient quirk mutation...”  He froze as he realized he’d gotten off topic. “Anyway, all it takes is for the human vampire to drink the blood of the true blood and then a pact is made. So I could...”

“I’d be your slave, is that it?” Bakugou growled, his eyes narrowing.

“No, I don’t want it to be like that!” Deku cried. “I want us to be equals! I want you to come back to school!” Deku bit his lip, hesitating for a sec, before letting the words spill out of his mouth. “It hasn’t been the same since you’ve been gone. Kirishima and Kaminari and Sero and Mina and everyone... We miss you. You might kinda be an asshole a lot of the time, but you have a fiery spirit that pushes everyone forward. When I see you out there, working your butt off, it makes me want to work harder. I’ve always admired you. You’re my rival Kacchan! Come back to school because I want to fight you!”

Bakugou stepped back, taken back by the nerd’s passionate words. It was so Deku to try and convince him with the power of friendship or whatever mushy shit.

Deku held out his hand. “Please Kacchan, just this once, take my hand!”

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The sun was setting, the warm summer air starting to cool. Bakugou leaned his head back enjoying the fresh air. Every inch of his body ached from the training, his arms especially tender, numb shocks of pain flashing through them every so often. But with every shade the sky darkened, Bakugou could feel the vampiric strength returning, reviving his body.

“Hey, Bakugou, are you going to come eat with us?” Kirishima yelled.

Bakugou’s contentment soured into a scowled as the loud redhead yelled to get his attention. Looking up from the dishes he was cleaning, he barked back, “I already ate.” 

“Oh, okay. Well there’s more food here if you want.” The redhead didn’t seem completely convinced by Bakugou’s answer but he was smart enough not to question it.

Others, however, were not so good at keeping secrets. 

“Hey Midoriya, I noticed you keep drinking those juice packs.” Bakugou overheard Round Cheeks talking to the nerd. “They’re the same as Aizawa’s right? They must be pretty good then. I was thinking about using them for workouts or something.”

Deku almost choked on said juice box, barely avoiding spraying the incriminating liquid across the table. His face burned red as he fumble for a response.

Annoyance flickered in Bakugou as he felt the heat rise his his own cheeks as the dumb nerds emotions leaked over. Apparently sharing bloodlust also meant sharing emotions, a fact that might have made Bakugou rethink his choice if he had known beforehand. The amount of excitement and positivity he got from the nerd was nauseating.

“So Bakugou... you have any plans for scaring Class 1-B in the Test of Courage?” Kirishima tried again.

Bakugou gave a snort. He and Midoriya had only been allowed to come to training camp at all to use it as a test of sorts. A way to see if they could handle their vampire abilities. Of course that was only possible because of Midoriya. Even with Bakugou as his thrall, he barely needed more than an ounce of blood a day to keep their bloodlust under control. Nedzu had said something about Deku’s father possibly being a very powerful vampire, but Bakugou thought it was all shit. Of course he’d been the one to end up with an unquenchable bloodlust while the stupid Deku barely needed a drop.

The Test of Courage was almost certainly designed to give him and Midoriya a way to test their new strength. For Deku it would be easy to explain any sudden growth in power, but for Bakugou, he would have to be a bit more careful how he used it. Though he had a feeling a simple “I’ve been working out” would shut up those stupid idiots who always followed him around.

“I'm so jealous...” Kaminari whined, “That sounds way funner than remedial classes.”

Finishing the last dish, Bakugou rolled his eyes, “Well maybe you shouldn’t have failed the final!” He yelled before stomping away to prepare for the event of the evening.

Kaminari melted a little more, “I don’t get it. How did Bakugou and Midoriya even beat All Might? He's freaking All Might!”

Sero nodded, “They have seemed a lot less hostile toward each other.”

“You know what I think?” Mina whispered conspiratorially, “I think something happened during those weeks Bakugou was gone. And Midoriya had something to do with it. Have you seen the fangs?”

“They’re vampires,” Todoroki said, surprising the group as he popped up beside them, “obviously.”

Kirishima chuckled at the absurd Todoroki theory, “Okay, that’s going a little far. There might be something weird going on, but they’re not vampires.”

Of course he had been paired up with stupid Icy Hot. Bakugou scowled as he glared over at the half and half bastard. The boy’s face had remained almost completely emotionless through their entire walk through the woods. Bakugou couldn’t wait for this to be over. Then it would be his turn to scare those Class 1-B assholes.

As they rounded a turn in the path, a dark shadow wearing some kind of straight jacket was hunched over further down the path. Bakugou was about to scoff at the lame attempt to scare them when a bolt of fear and adrenaline shot through his system. Stumbling from the sudden shock, it took him a second to parse the feeling as Deku’s emotions flooding over him.

Noticing Bakugou’s sudden change, Todoroki looked over with alarm, “Bakugou, what's wrong?”

“Something’s not right...” Bakugou growled. What Deku was feeling was more than a sudden jump scare. He was seriously afraid.

Glancing back toward the figure in their path, Bakugou’s uneasiness grew but he couldn't put a pin on it. Maybe it was that the figure didn’t match any silhouette from Class 1-B. Or maybe it was the creepy straight jacket that seemed to wrap around their head. Or maybe-

Bakugou froze as it finally clicked. He still wasn’t used to the noxious alluring smell of blood that wafted around everyone. But the person in front of him carried no such scent.

The figure lifted his head, dropping the bloody arm in his hand, blood dripping from his mouth, “There's another...” he rasped. “More warm flesh.”

Bakugou shoved Todoroki away, “Run!” he yelled at the half and half bastard before, with pop from his quirk, he hurtled toward the villain.

The villain opened his mouth. Bakugou got a glimpse of the glistening long fangs, confirming his suspicion, before the teeth grew into long blades, shooting through the air.

Bakugou spun through the air, correcting his movement with small explosions to avoid the strange teeth. Did it have to be a vampire’s fangs to count as a bite?

He was yanked to the ground as one of the teeth branched off catching his boot and pinning him. Bakugou squirmed, struggling to yank his foot free.

“You’re not warm...” The villain hissed, looking towards him, “but the job...Have to catch you.”

Just as more teeth blades short toward him, surely impaling him, a wall of ice erupted between him and the villain. His right side glittering with frost, Todoroki looked over at him, “Are you hurt?”

Bakugou glared, tearing his foot out of his shoe. Another wave of Deku’s fear pulsed through his system, but shoved it away, snapping at Todoroki, “I’m fine! I thought I told you to get away!”

“You needed help.” Todoroki stated.

Bakugou’s face twisted in a sneer, “I don’t need your-” he choked, his lungs spasming, as pain ripped through his left arm, the distinct crack of bone pulsating through his body. 

“Bakugou, look out!” Todoroki yelled, shards of ice barely deflecting the teeth of the shot toward them.

Stumbling back, Bakugou forced himself to focus. He looked at his arm. It wasn’t broken. He had felt Deku’s pain.

“Deku’s in trouble.” He growled. He could feel which direction he was in. Every fiber of his body was screaming at him to leave the half and half bastard and bolt toward the stupid nerd.

Todoroki frowned with confusion, “Midoriya? What do you mean-” His words froze, as his two toned eyes locked onto something behind Bakugou.

Whirling around, Bakugou followed Todoroki’s gaze. A second shadow flitted through the trees. Another vampire.

As if noticing that he’d been spotted, the figure leapt out from his cover. Bakugou’s hand crackled as he prepared to meet him with an explosion, but before he could move, a gloved hand slipped under his arm, flipping him around. The vampire’s other hand slid down until it was resting on Bakugou’s chest.

“Now, now, don’t make a fuss.” The vampire taunted Todoroki, holding Bakugou against himself like a shield. “You wouldn’t want your friend to get hurt.” His expression was hidden under the mask he was wearing, but Bakugou could feel his contempt and confidence.

Hands popping with explosions, Bakugou twisted, trying to free his arm from the vampire’s hold. He tried to calm his pounding heart. This vampire had moved in a flash, almost as fast as Midoriya. And he was stronger than Bakugou too.

His arm was painfully yanked back, almost coming free of the socket. “Please stop struggling, I do hate violence.” The vampire’s mask tilted up toward the wall of ice. “I have to thank you Moonfish, you made the perfect distraction. Much more than I expect from a simple feral.”

The other vampire appeared, using his teeth to crawl over the ice like some freaky spider. “Job done? Now I can eat?”

A smirk entered the masked vampire’s voice. “Feel free. The human is all yours.”

Bakugou tried to break free, watching as teeth spiraled toward Todoroki. More explosions popped from his hands as he yelled, “Screw you if you think I’m going to let you capture me without a-”

Everything vanished. Sight, sound, smell, touch, even taste, were cut off, as he was suddenly floating in a nonexistent void.

“-fight.”

Bakugou wasn’t sure how long he floated aimlessly. It could have been seconds or hours. He tried using his quirk, but nothing happened. Or at least, he couldn’t tell if anything had happened. Shouting had the same effect. It seemed there was nothing he could do.

The one thing he could feel was the emotional link with Deku. Determination was flooding his thoughts. A mixture of pain, fear, stress and hope. Next time he saw that stupid nerd he was going to give him a piece of his mind. It felt like he was getting Texas smashed by Deku’s power of friendship shit.

But he was worried. The vampires had specifically targeted Bakugou. And Deku was fighting someone. Were they targeting him too?

Suddenly dirt filled his mouth as he found himself face first on the ground. With a grunt he moved his hands to jump to his feet when something hot touched the back of his neck. Instinctively he tried to flinch away, but it grabbed him tighter.

“This is the thrall?” A rough charred voice asked from above him.

Squirming under the grip, Bakugou was just able to tilt his head enough to see the vampire holding him. It was a man covered in stitches and scars, so badly burnt they’d turned a sickly purple. Bakugou couldn’t help but shudder at the grotesque appearance. Weren’t vampires supposed to have healing abilities?

The shitty masked vampire’s shoes that filled Bakugou’s vision stepped back and he could hear a pitter pattering as another set of footsteps approached,

“Yup, that’s him!” A peppy girl's voice cried.

Bakugou's whole body lurched at the sound, angry spittle flying through his teeth as his hands crackled. At the movement, the hand on the back of his neck grew hot enough to burn. A clear warning.

“Oh look, he remembers me!” Toga bent down so Bakugou could look at her. “You look so cute with fangs!”

Bakugou hissed.

“Stop antagonizing him,” the scarred vampire snapped. “He’s not even the one we really want.”

“I thought this was the one the boss wanted?” The masked vampire asked with a frown.

“Yes, but the boss’s boss wants the other one.” Scar Face muttered. “But with one, we will soon have both.” Bakugou could feel the vampire’s attention turn to him. “You know why thralls have an emotional link? It’s so if their master is ever in danger he can summon them to come to protect him. However...” The hand on the back of his hand grew hotter, “it works both ways.”

Searing pain blinded Bakugou. Heat licked at his back and neck, tearing at his skin, and burrowing deeper. His mouth opened in a scream, but he couldn’t hear it. The only thing he was aware of was the agonizing burning. 

When his consciousness finally reconnected to his body, he found himself curled up in a fetal position, sobbing cries leaking out of him.

The scarred vampire looked down at him with disgust. “A good thrall always stays in control of his emotions, ensuring he does not distract his master. You’re pathetic.”

Gritting his teeth, Bakugou did the best he could to control his breath, forcefully shoving the clawing pain in his back out of his mind. “You’re wrong.” Bakugou gasped. “He’s not coming.”

A twitch of irritation made the scars on the vampire’s face pucker. “Why is that?”

“I’m a shitty person. And I'm really shitty to Deku.” Bakugou's face twisted into a victorious sneer. “If there’s one thing he knows, it’s that I don’t need his help.”

There was a pause. The other vampires glanced at Scar Face, the doubt showing on their faces. The scarred vampire scowled, lifting his hand again, “Then he won’t mind if I barbeque you a bit more.”

Blue flames brightened around his hand, and Bakugou shuddered, bracing for the agonizing pain that would embrace him once again... when a flash of green lightning slammed into the scarred vampire.

Slamming the vampire to the ground, Deku looked toward Bakugou with a wide grin. “Don’t worry. I’m going to save you!” 

The dumb nerd barely able to save himself. His left arm was completely broken, and his right was trembling, purple and black from his stupid quirk. Blood poured from his forehead, making him squint with one eye as he smiled.

“No, go away!” Bakugou’s broken voice cried, as he pushed himself up. Stumbling, using explosions to keep himself on his feet, he charged into the nerd, throwing him off the scarred vampire right as blue flames erupted from his body.

The air around them rippled from heat as they tumbled to the ground in a mess of limbs. Bakugou couldn’t tell apart the pain he was feeling from Midoriya’s pain. It was all starting to blur together.

The scarred vampire spat as he got back to his feet. He was speaking, yelling something about an exit. And then a dark swirl purple portal appeared. Bakugou’s heart dropped as he recognized the quirk from USJ.

“Can you hold on to me?” Midoriya whispered. “My arms are kind of messed up, but I can run.”

Bakugou looked between the vampires and the swirling portal. “Mask is really fast. Scar Face has a fire quirk. The creepy girl can disappear.” Bakugou muttered, the word stuttering as they rapidly fell out his mouth.

“What girl?”

Bakugou did a double take, realizing she had once again disappeared. Then stabbing pain ripped through his thigh. He gasped as the blood splattered across his face. Deku’s blood.

Toga grin curled behind them, “I told you, you can’t run away.”

With a wild scream, Bakugou swiped towards her, an explosion ripping through the air. She deftly dodged away, smirking.

“We’re leaving.” The scarred villain snapped at the two other vampires. “Get them.”

Mask warily glanced over at the seething, half conscious Bakugou, “I’m not getting blown up. Toga can you do it?”

Toga stuck her tongue out at him, “I’m not one of your thralls. Anyway I just stabbed one of them, or are they too strong for you?”

The scarred vampire glared, “Fine. I’ll do it.”

Deku was helpless. Both arms were shot. And with only one good leg, he couldn’t move. Bakugou sprayed another round of explosion defensively around them as the vampire approached. “Stay back!” he warned.

The villain didn’t even flinch. He could see right through him. Weak. Injured. Desperate. Lifting up his hand, blue flames danced.

Bakugou shut his eyes, protectively wrapping himself around Deku, as he prepared for the terrible flames that would wash over them. But the hand instead grabbed his neck again.

He couldn’t hold back the cry as the already burnt skin was touched again by the branding hand. In the second of pain, the girl shot forward, snatching Deku away from him. Another yell wrenched itself out of his throat as the dumb stupid nerd was carried through the dark portal.

“Don’t be so impatient,” the scarred vampire told him, dragging him across the ground. “You’re coming too.”

Purple mist wrapped around his vision, before everything went black.

Bakugou woke to the smell of blood. His body lurched forward, pulling against the straps around his chest holding him back. He fought the binds, pulling to try and get the warm pulsing blood.

“Wow, he’s really hungry.”

Bakugou's eyes flew open. He was in a dark room, some sort of bar, strapped to a chair, his hands trapped in thick metal cuffs. Beside him Deku was in a similar, though heavy weighted restraints. But his mind was drawn back to the blood, the live chicken that Toga was hanging in front of his face. 

“Just feed him already,” the rough voice said from somewhere behind her.

Lifting his gaze higher, he could see the scarred vampire watching from the back of the room. The masked one was here too along with three other vampires he didn’t recognize.

Toga pouted, “Fine.” She tossed the bird towards his lap.

Bakugou didn’t know whether to be thankful for Scar Face’s intervention or hate him as his body moved on its own, catching the bird out of the air, his teeth sinking through the feather’s and deep into its flesh. Muscle twitched in his mouth and a wing slapped him. He wanted to let the animal go, but his jaw remained firmly clenched on the flesh.

As the blood filled his mouth, it did little to sate his endless hunger. Hadn’t Aizawa said something about animal blood not working as a blood source? If they weren’t going to use real blood then why had the villains fed him at all?

There was a groan from to his left and Bakugou looked over to see Deku stirring awake. Had they fed him to wake the nerd? Whether Deku was smelling the blood or could sense Bakugou feeding, it seemed to have brought him back to consciousness.

Scar Face looked toward the back of the bar. “He’s awake!” he yelled.

“Finally,” the shadow that had spoken moved into the light. 

Midoriya gasped as they both recognized the figure. With overgrown ratty blue hair, pale parched skin, and frightening eyes as red blood, Tomura Shigaraki walked toward them.

Bakugou made a mental note to assume everyone he’d ever seen with fangs was actually a vampire.

“Welcome to the League of Vampires.” Shigaraki gave a wide smile, displaying his fangs in an almost threatening gesture. “As vampires yourselves, it’s only natural you should among your own kind-”

“Tomura. I will handle this.”

It took Bakugou a second to realize the disembodied voice was coming from the TV. Was this the “boss’s boss” Scar Face had mentioned?

“Sensei... What are you talking about?” Shigaraki's face twisted with irritation at being interrupted. “These are my prey. I caught them. They’re mine .”

“Thank you for bringing them, but please don’t speak of things you don’t understand.” The voice became dangerously sharp.

Shigaraki’s face twitched, but he backed down. “Fine,” he growled.

Deku looked over at his friend, but Bakugou was just as clueless as he was. There seemed to be some power struggle between Shigaraki and this “Sensei.” Obviously Shigaraki was not the leader of the League as everyone had thought.

Before he could think further, a silvery black liquid rippled into existence in front of them. It swirled through the growing and expanding, till with a pop it slurped back into nothing, leaving a man standing in the room.

His mere presence seemed to make Bakugou’s bones shake. Trying to fight the fear, he tried to write it off some arch vampire power. Was that what they were looking at? The vampire who controlled all these villains?

A dark helmet covered the man’s face. He lifted his hands, slowly pulling it off. Underneath, the man’s face was a horrible scarred mess. It almost looked like he had somehow regrown the top of head, with missing eyes, nose and ears. But he still had his mouth. It curled into a fanged grin.

“Izuku,” He whispered softly.

The shock that slammed into Bakugou blindsided him. He looked over at the nerd. Deku’s had blanched, all the blood draining from his face. What was going on? Did Deku know this bastard?

“Oh, Izuku,” He said again. “My little scion. I’ve missed you so much.”

More emotions were pouring in from Deku. Disbelief, panic, fear, and comfort? It was like a dam breaking, the torrent of feelings too much for Bakugou to decipher.

The man stepped forward, unwrapping the restraints around Deku. “Here let me get these for you.” his smile slipped into a frown as he noticed the state of the nerd. “Oh, you’ve been beaten up... Not to worry, I’ll get you some blood.” He looked away from Deku for the first time since he’d entered the room, “Kurogiri! A glass of your best blood please!”

The misty bastard nodded and went to work fulfilling the order, as the man turned back to Deku.

“I’ll make sure you get all the blood you ever need.” He rubbed his thumb across Deku’s freckled face. Bakugou could feel his discomfort mixed with a strange ease at the touch. Did this vampire have some sort of mind control powers?

“Get away from him!” Bakugou barked, growling at the man.

He looked over at Bakugou, as if just noticing him. “Oh, and you already have a thrall! Well, I shouldn’t be surprised, you have my blood after all. This one’s a little wild, but don’t worry, I’ll teach you how to discipline them properly.”

He was to yell again, when a new stream of emotions washed over him. His eyes started to water, as the painful emotions squeezed his heart. They were so strong, Bakugou could almost feel the thought behind them. Disbelief, hurt, and betrayal. A sickening This can’t be true .

“Ah don’t cry, little one.” The man whispered, wiping away the nerd’s running tears. “I know it’s been a long time. I didn’t want to leave. Unfortunately that cursed All Might destroyed my face.” He grabbed Deku, wrapping him in an embrace. “I wanted to come back, I really did. I wanted to be the one to bite you, to show you your powers. I’m so sorry.”

Bakugou writhed beneath his bonds. He hated the weird feelings of comfort and loving the Deku was starting to reciprocate. “Get a hold of yourself! Snap out of it, Deku!” Bakugou screamed.

But the dumb stupid nerd ignored him, big watery green eyes focused on the powerful vampire in front of him.

“It’s going to be okay,” the man whispered, “I may not have been able to come back for you, but you made it back to me. I’m so proud of you, my son.”