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It takes a lot to catch someone like Bakugou off guard. Jump scares and surprise parties won’t do. Shoddy villains try to surprise him again and again but he is an unflinching vessel of power, the Symbol of Victory, constantly prepared to raise his palms in the face of danger.
But Deku erupting from the middle of the road, boulder sized chunks of concrete encasing the ends of the chains still shackling his wrists?
Yeah, that’ll do it.
When Deku was first sent on the mission to infiltrate a low level group of drug pushers, Bakugou had scoffed. The work wasn’t dangerous, in fact- it sounded boring. A weekday job. A cop’s job. But they said they needed a hero, one with quick strategic thinking and not popular enough yet to be made on sight. All Deku had to do was pose as a buyer, capture the dealer for police questioning, and then go about his day. He'd be home in time for dinner.
Except it wasn’t a weekday job. It turns out, the “low-level pushers” were a trial run for a new variation of Trigger, the quirk-enhancing drug or some bullshit. It wasn’t exactly something they hadn’t dealt with before; but no one expected Deku to go missing for nearly twelve hours.
Turns out, one of the gang members had a mobility-type quirk. It appeared similar to Eraserhead’s: as long as the guy looked at you, you couldn’t move a muscle. Eguchi Goro was his name but he preferred Kado. Bakugou didn’t give a flying fuck what his name was, he just wanted these villains to-
“Die!” Bakugou shot off a round of blasts directed at the small hoard of gang members gathered in the street. The explosions knocked most of the members around but one with a strength enhancing quirk stood strong. Some dumbass named Mitsuo or whatever-the-fuck, his purple skin- an effect of the trigger drug he took, was ugly and matted with soot and blood. Bakugou fired off more explosions to disperse the gang from grouping again, they kept moving together. Why?
Bakugou landed on the edge of a roof, analyzing the scene in front of him. Other sidekicks from Jeanist’s agency were here. They could handle what was going on in the street. What Bakugou wanted to know was why is the gang trying to move out of the city, why are they luring the heroes away from everything?
He had just come to the conclusion that they must be leading the heroes away from the leader, Kado- who was nowhere to be seen, when Deku burst from underground. The green-haired hero dropped said gang leader on the ground from his place on Deku's shoulder. Kado was bloodied, but clearly breathing, Bakugou could tell even from the rooftop. What Bakugou was most focused on though, was the energy emitting from Deku.
It was rare that the young man truly let go, let himself get lost in the fight. The static energy radiating off of Deku made it clear this was one of those moments. He had a few bruises on his face but nothing that appeared gushing blood or broken. Something had to have happened. Deku was many things- especially to Bakugou , but bloodthirsty wasn’t one.
But here, in this moment: under the glow of streetlights and the evening sun, surrounded by rubble and glass and bloodied gang members, chains hanging from his wrists and held down only by the weight of the blocks of concrete used to secure him underground as his body floated in the air, encased in green static, hair flowing, eyes glowing, teeth bared- he looked,
A gasp was cut off as a choke in Bakugou's throat as he watched. Mesmerized.
Deku tugged at one of the chains on his wrist, bringing the block and chain up with the same ease one would have throwing a yo-yo around, at the same time he dropped his float, landing hard on the ground and swinging the chain towards the gang. The chain was longer than Bakugou realized, they must have been part of a pulley system used to raise and lower Deku how they saw fit. The thought made his blood boil. The concrete slab slammed into the gang, effectively disrupting their shock that he was no longer underground and knocked the majority of the members blocks away. The only one remain on the street was Mitsuo. The purple fuck made quick work of standing back up, brushing rubble from his clothes and walking towards Deku.
Bakugou's eyes were trained on Deku. He couldn’t look away if he wanted to.
Deku glared at Mitsuo as he broke his left wrist free from the chain. The impact of the chain dropping to the ground left cracks in the road and shook the glass in the surrounding buildings. Bakugou's eyes widened. Deku held loosely onto the chain on his right wrist, close to where it was encased in concrete, the metal dragged on the ground harshly, loudly, heavily.
It was only when Deku began walking up to Mitsuo that Bakugou saw the tears in the back of his hero costume. Gruesomely bloodied strips of flesh that were unmistakably caused by some sort of whip. Bakugou gripped the edge of the roof so hard it creaked and the distinct scent of smoke invaded his nostrils. How dare they?
It happened quickly. Deku tossed the concrete into the air and gripped the chain at his wrist firmly before swinging it directly at the purple bastard. As soon as the hit landed, Deku was pulling the chain back and bringing it down again, over and over slamming the slab into Mitsuo- knocking him all over the street with no chance to regain his balance. Then, when the concrete shattered on a particularly brutal hit, Deku snapped the chain off his wrist like a paper bracelet and jumped at the villain. Deku punched Mitsuo up into the air, met the purple man at the vertex of his fall and hit him again, directly into the ground. Deku landed on the ground at the same moment Mitsuo’s body bounced on his impact into the street and Deku punched him in the chest, immediately back into the rubble.
And then it was over.
The fight, that is.
Deku apparently knew Mitsuo wouldn’t be able to get back up because he immediately turned and made eye contact with Bakugou, who was still staring wide eyed, on the rooftop, barely keeping himself from burning the building down. Bakugou could practically taste the static emitting from Deku skin and was sweating under the heat of his gaze.
Before Bakugou could loosen his grip on the building Deku was already in front of him.
"Baby," was the only thing Bakugou got out before they were kissing. Breathing each other in. Giving and taking as much as they could in this moment. It was all tongue and teeth and broken whines.
Twelve hours they kept them from each other. Twelve hours of freezing Izuku's body, pulling him taute, whipping him with serrated cords that were the hair of another gang member, all to "send a message to the heroes". It took Izuku only a few hours to determine that if they thought he passed out they would drop their quirks and stop the abuse. Once he knew what their plan was and that the heroes determined the general location of the gang's base, Izuku simply waited for the telltale signs of Kacchan's explosions.
Izuku and Katsuki have gone weeks without being by each other's side before, but those times they were able to communicate and check in to make sure the other was okay. This was the first time in years that wasn't possible. The fear seems to hit Katsuki in reverse. Realizing now, while holding Izuku on a roof, that he's been terrified.
The fear makes him kiss Izuku harder and hold his body tighter, carefully avoiding his back. He breaks the kiss long enough to bite his gloves off and throw them to the ground. A gasp escapes the green-haired man as Katsuki fists his hair, angling his head the way he wants and devouring him. The adrenaline from the fight and the fear and the relief pumps solidly through both of them in the same way Izuku's static runs over their bodies.
Izuku's grip on the back of Katsuki's costume tightens and he presses them so close Katsuki swears he can feel Izuku's heartbeat in his own chest.
There's a sound off to the side that both heroes ignore.
The sound repeats itself a few more times. Katsuki huffs a hot breath but does not stop.
"Okay, seriously man? First of all, Izuku that was totally badass. Second of all, can you stop for one second?" Katsuki rolls his eyes. He kisses Izuku once, twice, and a third time before turning to Kirishima.
"Fuck off."
He can hear Izuku laugh and it makes him want to close his eyes and sigh.
"Hi Eijiro! So sorry!" He didn't sound sorry at all, the green-haired man smiled brightly. The pair began walking, hand in hand, towards the redhead who was holding the rooftop door open.
"Nothing to be sorry about, dude! I was actually just looking for you because the medics are here," he rubbed the back of his neck bashfully, at least a little apologetic for interrupting.
Izuku was sent to the hospital to get cleaned up and properly inspected for other injuries. A short session of quirk healing later, he was sitting on his and Katsuki's couch, bandaged and happy.
"Here, baby," a cup of tea was placed in front of him. Izuku smiled, one that was all dimples and teeth, then grabbed the cup gently. He hummed as his took a sip, Kacchan always made it best.
The blond sat on the couch beside Izuku, tapping his lap a few times. Izuku drew his legs out from under himself and put them on Katsuki's thighs. Izuku sighed in contentment as Kacchan turned the television on. He flips through a few channels before landing on the news. The station happens to be showing a recap of the fight from earlier. Izuku purses his lips as he watches himself emerge from the rubble, then a clip of him beating the shit out of the purple guy with a slab of concrete. He lets his eyes slip closed as he swallows the last of his tea and focuses on the soft ministrations of Kacchan's fingers on his ankle.
"Ground Zero! Ground Zero!" Izuku peeks his eyes open at reporters and journalists crowding Katsuki right as he leaves his hero agency. A young journalist pushes her phone into Katsuki's face and rushes to ask "Is it true that you and Pro Hero Deku got engaged shortly before he was kidnapped?" Izuku opens his eyes fully to watch as Katsuki on TV pauses mid step, his eyes glowing with barely concealed rage as he levels the woman with a glare.
"My fiancé is missing and that is what you're fucking asking me?" He voice was deadly low, the group of reporters all seemed to shut up at once. TV Katsuki opened his mouth to speak again but the channel was quickly changed.
"Aw, I wanted to hear what Ground Zero had to say," Izuku pouted cutely. Almost too cute for someone who punched a guy into the ground today.
Katsuki smirked, "Just told the reporters how I'd kill all the villains, nothing about how much I loved you or missed you." Izuku rolled his eyes but laughed.
"Oh right, of course."