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Katsuki knew something was wrong when Aizawa canceled class. Not to mention that the announcement was made in the class group chat–something the teacher despised. Irritation itched in the center of his mind as he started to make breakfast. Why the fuck would that damn insomniac cancel class out of nowhere? There was no holiday, no special training, and certainly no coffee event. Aizawa would have told them if there was.
He frowned at the omelete on the pan. What the hell was going on? He deserved to know why class was canceled. Not a shitty text message that offered no intel.
“Morning Baku-bro!” Kirishima said as he entered the common room. Smiling and full of energy as he always is during the crack-ass of dawn.
Katsuki acknowledges him with a wave of his hand and starts on the next omelete. His head is getting cramped with explanations as to why school was canceled today. It obviously had to be something important for such a late notice. A villain attack? No, they would have heard about it by now. A meeting? Those usually happened after lessons or during the weekend.
Bakugou had no idea, and he hated it.
As more and more people trickled in, the talk about the weird message from their Sensei grew. Katsuki listened while immersing himself in cooking. No one knew.
As he was setting the food on the tables he noticed an absence of someone. The damn Deku wasn’t down yet.
That was his first warning.
By the time everyone was sitting down for breakfast and there was still no sign of Deku, Katsuki was about ready to explode. No one mentioned the absence of their precious ray of sunshine which only made his irritation more prominent.
Katsuki couldn’t hold it in anymore, “Where the hell is that damn Deku?”
Iida was the first one to answer, “I believe that he is still on his mission.” During their second year, every hero student had to go on a miniature mission by themselves. Izuku had to do his this week.
And he was supposed to be back yesterday.
“Yeah, and he was supposed to be back yesterday!!” Katsuki growled out. A year ago, he would have never expressed any form of concern for Izuku, but they weren’t secretly dating last year. Besides, Class 2-A was used to their weird, unique relationship by now. Even though none of the idiots have figured out what exactly their relationship is.
That drove everyone to stop eating. The missions were very strict on the days assigned. It kept things organized and helped the heroes know if something went wrong and they weren’t notified about it.
The fact that Izuku wasn’t here with them right now meant something went wrong.
Shouts of worry and anger emerged from the class. They were all very protective of Midoriya Izuku. Just like he was so very protective of all of them. You don’t mess with Deku unless you want to piss off the entire class, and the other students, and the teachers, and All Might.
Katsuki stood there for a few seconds. Trying to wrap his mind around what could have happened. There was the possibility that Izuku just needed an extension, but then why cancel school? It had to be something else. Katsuki won’t rest until he knows that his Deku is safe. Anger was already beginning to rise like a volcano inside his chest. Simmering and building up heat.
A ticking time bomb.
He didn’t even realize what he was doing until Katsuki found himself outside with his legs barely touching the ground. He was running toward the school, and he was going to find Aizawa even if it meant searching every nook and cranny of U.A.
Katsuki burst through the doors of the school and started to run towards the teacher’s lounge first. If the heroes were to discuss something, it would be there. Anger was squeezing at his lungs along with a deep, deep worry. He knew that if anyone in Class-2A were to get severely injured during what was supposed to be a simple mission, it would be Deku.
He ran faster.
As he flew down the hall Katsuki tried to ignore the images of Izuku bleeding out, severely wounded, dead that formed into his mind. Katsuki wasn’t big about hoping. He was a man that believed people could get to where they wanted if they worked for it and that hoping wouldn’t change anything. But Bakugou hoped. He hoped that he was wrong, and that this had nothing to do with Izuku.
After an eternity Katsuki made it to the teacher’s lounge. He knew they were in there because of the urgent voices coming through the walls. Not a single thought slipped through his mind as he slammed the door open. Katsuki saw as the heads of many heroes turned toward him. There was a mix of shock, irritation, and some (i.g Aizawa) were completely unsurprised.
Bakugou saw many familiar faces. Aizawa Shota, All Might (who looked sicker than usual), Present Mic, and even Endeavor.
He didn’t care how rude or disrespectful he was. Katsuki was going to get his answers.
“What the fuck is going on?!” Bakugou shouted. Everyone was quiet but his head was buzzing and ringing and he was panicking. Katsuki was overly aware of the heartbeat in his lungs and the sweat of his palms waiting to blow something up.
Aizawa looked more tired than usual as he peered up at Katsuki. He looked around the room and drew a long sigh. Katsuki almost felt bad for him.
Everyone knew that Katsuki’s feet were glued to the floor until he got his answers, and by the looks of it, all the heroes were too distracted to care.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Aizawa spoke up, “I’m going to show you, but you won’t like it.” Katsuki took a deep breath as Shota opened the laptop in front of him and turned it so the screen was facing Bakugou.
“You might want to sit down for this, Hun,” Midnight says gently. Katsuki huffs, but takes a seat.
Just when Aizawa was about to press play, Endeavor spoke up. Katsuki wants to break something. “You can’t be serious! You’re going to let a kid join in on this?! He’s going to fuck everything up!” Bakugou wonders if Todoroki would mind if he broke his father’s nose. Probably not.
“Now, now, Endeavor,” Nezu says is a tone that someone would use to soothe a tantrum, “Bakugou-san is quite close with Midoriya-san. Aren’t I right, Bakugou-san?” If Katsuki wasn’t shaking with rage at how long this was taking then he might have blushed. “Bakugou-san is a very reliable hero student and can be a great asset to this mission.” Nezu pauses to make sure no one else has the nerve to interrupt, “Aizawa, please play the video. And Bakugou-san, be aware this video is graphic.”
Katsuki swears that his heart was going to jump out of his chest by the time Aizawa pressed play.
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Katsuki sees red.
(
Izuku tied up. Skin on shoulder disintegrated and flaky.)
He has never been this angry before. The rage burns him. He lets it grow. Becoming an uncontrolled forest fire.
( Izuku bleeding. Eyes shining with pain, but not a tear shows. Not a single sound emits from him but the curses that promise the villains hell.)
He wants to tear those bastards apart. Make them pay. He knows it’s not heroic, but he. Doesn’t. Care. Katsuki wants to show the world that no one gets away with hurting the person he’s given his heart, soul, and body to.
( Izuku hearing the most god-awful things -it was a quirk-, the villain knowing exactly what to say to bring Izuku to the ground. Only Deku doesn’t know how to stay put)
Katsuki and the rest are outside the house that leads to the basement in which Deku is being held. He tries to not let his anger take control, but he’s afraid the bomb has already started to tick.
( Katsuki knows that Izuku will never get those words out of his head. The villain’s voice saying that he is a disappointment and that his friends only put up with him because they have to. It goes on: he is unworthy, he will never be able to save, he’s broken, he should’ve jumped off that roof long ago.)
Katsuki will kill them.
His hands are letting off small explosions, and this warrants him a few glares from the heroes who are huddled with him. Katsuki ignores them. If he doesn’t let off these small explosions then his nitroglycerin sweat will build up and create a massive explosion that would be impossible to hide from the villains.
( Light fading from Izuku’s eyes as he suffers from numerous wounds. He’s brave, but Katsuki knows that Deku will be changed. Someone doesn’t go through this without any added trauma.)
Why does it always have to be Deku? He’s made hell seem like a playground from all of the things he’s endured. Katsuki is no longer a self-centered asshole (most of the time), and recognizes how much of a horrible person he was to Izuku. He doesn’t deserve Deku’s forgiveness, but he offers it everytime Katsuki apologizes and always says that he loves him.
Katsuki loves him, too.
“It’s time,” Bakugou hears Aizawa say through his earpiece. He gives the heroes next to him court nods and then proceeds to block everything out except for their main objective: Save Midoriya Izuku. His lover.
He can feel the bomb inside of him getting ready to detonate. He relishes in the feeling and lets his anger and love feed it.
Tick,
Tick…
Boom.
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They’re in his room now. It’s been a week since the rescue mission and Izuku is still healing. Katsuki can see the frustration in his eyes from being banned from hero training until he’s completely healed. Bakugou knows that his boyfriend is getting cramped and restless, but at least he’s safe.
Izuku has new scars, and for some reason, these ones bother him. He doesn’t let Katsuki kiss them or run his fingers over them like he does with the other scars scattered across his body like stars.
“Why?” Katsuki asks. Deku is huddled against his chest. Katsuki’s arm wrapped around him tight, but not too tight. Izuku likes comfort and security, but he hates being trapped.
Midoriya buries his head further into Katsuki’s chest, “Got them because I was stupid, not because I was helping someone,” he mutters. Bakugou frowns and begins to pet Izuku’s head, running his fingers through the soft, bouncy hair.
“You weren’t. They underestimated the mission. You weren’t entirely awake when you saw the raid, but even some of the top pros were having trouble fending the villains.” He tries not to express how angry he is. Even after they’ve captured the people who hurt Deku. Katsuki still boils with rage whenever he hears Izuku awaken from another nightmare, or flinch at sudden movements, or become so quiet that he even snuck up on Jiro one time.
He wants to punch something.
Izuku doesn’t answer, but he relaxes. Katsuki takes that as a good sign, so he kisses the top of his boyfriend’s head.
Katsuki knows that he’d do anything for him.
“I love you so fucking much,” Katsuki whispers. Izuku doesn’t hear him. He’s already snoring softly as exhaustion wins over.
Izuku is safe. Katsuki feels the rage simmering down for now, but not forever. It always comes back, but now it’s to protect Izuku. Never to hurt him ever again.
Katsuki will be there for Izuku for as long as he lives, and he knows Izuku will do the same.