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!!TW!! Open fractures, blood, mild descriptions of gore and other injuries
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They were surrounded.
Anywhere they could go would lead to trouble.
Shinsou couldn't take on all the villains that surrounded them. Maybe one. Two would be a struggle with his current injuries. But not the cluster of villains that held the pair in a hostage-like situation.
"Well, isn't this fun!" a girl in messy twin buns tittered. She covered her mouth with her blood-stained sleeves. The knife in her hand glinted ominously. Like the blood that was starting to dry was a threat. "Shiggy would be so happy to know we have not one, but two heroes! I can't wait to suck you both dry."
Denki covered his mouth as he gave the fakest flurry of coughs. "That's what she said," he spoke in between coughs.
"Chargebolt," Shinsou said in a tone sharper than metal and colder than ice. Though his hands were still in the air as a form of surrender, he shot Denki a vicious stare. "Now is not the time," he barked through gritted teeth.
The villain with the grey and black mask quirked an eyebrow. "What did he say?" he asked before his tone turned bitter and almost as rage-like as Bakugou's. "You better not be exchanging secret messages. We'll kill you instantly if we even think you're forming a plan."
Denki matched his hands to the pose Shinsou wore. "We're not."
A crackle came from Denki's earpiece. "Dunce Face, where the hell are you?"
He recognized that grumpy voice anywhere. Was Bakugou going to save them? It would be a little embarrassing to be yelled at like a child needing scolding. But Denki would take that over being stabbed—again—anytime.
"Hey—uh, how 'bout we play a little game. Yeah?" Denki nervously chuckled. He could feel the cut on his arm soak his shirt and jacket to the point of forming wasted drops to be collected in a small puddle beside him.
The small, blond girl became lustful for blood once more. "What type?" She asked as she fidgeted with her knife.
Denki sputtered as he realized he didn't think his plan through enough. "Answer my questions, and if you get them right..." he trailed off in thought. Denki pondered for a reward that would suit their captors' tastes. "I'll give you top-secret hero info from my agency."
Shinsou gawked at Denki in utter betrayal. "Chargebolt,"
"What?" Denki was confused. He thought his half-assed plan was going to work. As he pretended to itch his ear to turn on the giving end of his earpiece, it dawned on him that Denki didn't tell Shinsou his plan. He gave his distressed teammate a comforting look. "Trust me."
Shinsou gave a grim nod of wary trust.
Would it be fair to say Denki was a little insulted?
"What the fuck are you talking about Outlet Sneeze?" Bakugou snapped, causing Denki to mildly flinch. Nobody could hear him but Denki.
There was a dead silence that choked the room. Or, at least, the silence choked the two battered and bruised heroes. After reading the pair's movements, the masked villain spoke first. "Seems fun enough. No, is it not!"
The space bun girl giggled some more before releasing an airy sigh. "I guess I'll play too."
Denki gave a wry smile. "Great! You both have to share three guesses per question."
They both shared a confused look.
Denki's face fell into a deadpan look. And everybody thought that he was stupid. "If you had the wrong answer."
They bobbed their heads in understanding.
"Question one: what is the opposite of the ceiling?"
As the two idiotic villains hummed in thought, their underlings grumbled and rolled their eyes.
"The floor?"
Denki gave a nervous grin and his iconic thumbs-up. He imitated the sounds of a winning bell you'd hear in a game show. "That's right!" Shinsou gave Denki a confused look. Denki would just have to hope that Shinsou thought this was a form of stalling. It was. But Denki was also trying to secretly tell Bakugou where he and Shinsou were being held.
"Next question," one of them ordered.
"Uh, right..." Denki didn't think this through. "how many states are in the United States of America?"
"We live in Japan. Why would why know that?" the Deadpool rip-off asked. He placed a hand on his hip and tilted his head as he awaited his answer.
"Well, er—well. I'm testing your geography, 'kay?" Denki's face pinched in defense.
"Oh. In that case..." The girl tapped the knife against her chin in thought. She bunched her lips together in thought. "Fifty-two!" she confidently answered.
"Wrong," Denki squeaked. He was so scared that the villains were going to kill him. Denki didn't even have any information to give the villains.
Grunting could be heard in Denki's ear. Was Bakugou actually struggling against his opponents? "What are you playing here, Dunce?" the young man on the other side of the earpiece snapped. "I'll kill you if you tell 'em anything."
Denki gave a nervous chuckle as Shinsou eyed him. He didn't blame his partner's lack of faith. They were in a sticky situation. A bead of sweat formed on his forehead and inched dangerously closer to his eye. "How 'bout you subtract a couple numbers from there?"
"Oh, oh! I know this now! Fifty! The answer is fifty!" the girl bounced on her toes, clapping excitedly. "Did I get it right now?"
Denki nodded as he swallowed the paste in his throat. "Yep. And for the final question, what's something me and my friend need here?"
"Help?" the two villains answered.
"That's right," Kami confirmed. Not wanting to give them a chance to tie him and Shinsou up, Denki dove for his partner and threw them both out the open window. The whole time, Denki screamed. Why wouldn't he? Denki was scared that they would get attacked in the process. Shinsou was much more level-headed as he took his scarf, and hooked it to something. Denki clutched harshly onto him as the pair collided into the wall beside them. Thankfully, they didn't continue the fall, but Denki heard a pop! Shinsou hissed in pain as he continued to grasp onto the only thing keeping them alive.
Denki gasped for air, no matter how quick or full or often he filled his lungs. It wasn't enough. He clutched onto the dark fabric of the exhausted boy that held him. "Sorry," he breathed. "I panicked."
Fed-up, indigo eyes burned holes through the blue-tinted shades that Denki wore. It was a miracle they didn't fall off. "So you pushed me out the window?"
When a harsh breeze caused the pair to sway, Denki latched harder onto Shinsou—if possible. Please don't let go. Denki chanted in his head.
Please. Do not. Let. Go.
"It, erm—it seemed like the fastest way out," he muttered into Shinsou's shoulder. Denki let out an awkward, anxious, overall delirious giggle.
Denki could feel Shinsou roll his eyes. "Like hurtling out of an I-don't-know-stories tall building seems like a totally safe and fast way to leave." Shinsou's tone was so thick with sarcasm that it was a surprise that his words weren't stuck to the roof of his mouth.
He buried his face into the fabric of Shinsou's hero costume. "I forgot what floor we were on!" Tears stung his eyes as the few escapees splattered onto his glasses. "Damn it 'Toshi...I'm scared. I don't want to fall."
A rumble came from overhead. Shinsou gripped Denki's waist tighter as if he was also nervous something would follow them to attack. Two heads snapped up to find the source, only to hear faint strings of curses and yelling from above.
I guess Bakugou understood my message well enough...
Shinsou brought his gaze back to Denki. He adjusted his grip on Denki's waist so his leather jacket wouldn't be his downfall, literally.
"I'm gonna let go," Shinsou spoke through tight lips.
"What?!" Denki's eyes widen in shock. He didn't dare move his gaze downward. Denki didn't need a rush of intrusive fantasies about them plummeting to the cement below.
"I said—"
Denki cut him off. "I know what you said! I just don't want to die. Have you seen how high up we are?"
Shinsou paused, glanced down, and chuckled. "We're higher than that Sero guy you always hang around."
He wasn't wrong.
"Go fuck yourself."
Denki wasn't one for harsh language. But also, Denki wasn't the type to be stuck dangling by what Shinsou claimed to be the 'indestructible' threads of his scarf that cinched around a rusty window guard.
"Do it yourself, you coward," Shinsou muttered.
"What?" Denki's eyebrows shot up.
"What?" Shinsou echoed, matching Denki's shocked facial expression.
They dangled in silence except for the wind whispering in their ears. Did Denki hear Shinsou right? He didn't want to assume what he heard was correct, but with the way his partner in crime reacted, Kaminari had no other choice.
Shinsou hung his head and groaned. "Shit, I didn't mean to say that," he admitted.
A soft chuckle came from Denki's lips. "So you don't want me to fuck you? Should I be relieved or insulted?"
Shinsou bit his lip and shook his head. "No, no. I just—God, this is awkward now."
He looked back at Denki with a new intensity. Shinsou's brows were set with determination. The muscle in his jaw flexed and released as if it were churning out ideas on his tongue. "Denki Kaminari, I...I like you."
Shinsou glanced at his probably dislocated shoulder. "You could say I literally fell for you."
A weak smile broke into Denki's lips. "Hey! Puns and jokes are my thing."
"I just saved your life! Cut me some slack." Shinsou said with mock annoyance in his tone.
Denki shook his head as his grin widened. "This is sweet and all. But could we not be dangling for our dear lives? Either I'm swooning over your endearing confession, or the suddenness of everything is catching up to me. I might pass out."
Shinsou held tighter onto Denki's waist as he glanced back upward. "I'm going to let go. I'll hook my scarf onto something every few floors or so."
Concern laced over Denki's features. "Wouldn't that wreck your arm?"
Shinsou winced as he adjusted his grip on the strip of fabric. "What type of hero would I be if I didn't save the person I cared most about?"
When both of them were ready, Shinsou put his plan into action. At some point, Denki lost his shades. They were successful until a Denki heard a sickening crack! A strangled noise of anguish and shock followed. When they were on their last fall, Shinsou hit the ground first, taking most of the impact. Denki immediately propped Shinsou against the wall of the building beside them.
"Damn it all to hell, that hurt," Shinsou moaned through clenched teeth. He struggled to refrain from touching his leg. Shinsou tilted his gaze upward and focused on sucking one breath in and out after the other to distract himself.
Denki hesitated before putting a finger to the earpiece and began un-knotting Shinsou's shoelace. "Uravity. Deku. Can anybody hear me?"
"Yeah, I hear you," a monotone voice answered. "What is it?"
Denki continued his work by gingerly removing the boot and rolling up Shinsou's pant leg. "Shouto, I need you to get an ambulance to the front of the building. Mind Break broke his leg while getting us out of there, and we need a—oh, God, that's a lot of blood." Denki swallowed the bile that rose in his throat. Blood oozed out from where a nub of white was jutting out of his skin.
"Shut up about the blood, Denks," Shinsou spoke through clenched teeth. "You know I hate seeing my own blood."
"Uh...right. You're going to be fine," Denki nodded like an idiot as if he was trying to convince himself. He tested to see if Todoroki could still hear him. "Are you there, dude?"
"Yes, I am Chargebolt,"
"Great, so we need that ambulance now. We only have six hours 'cause Mind Break has an open break."
There was a pause before Todoroki answered once more. "I'll go find Creati. She'll make a phone to call the hospital."
"Thank you," Denki licked his lips. "Thank you."
"Den-Denki..." Shinsou whimpered. His eyes were squeezed shut, and his nose was scrunched in terrible pain and discomfort. "I feel like I'm going to pass out here, and I'm—I'm seeing stars."
Denki shrugged off his jacket and yanked his shirt over his head. "Sorry, but this is going to hurt," Denki explained as he dabbed the clean parts of his shirt onto the wound. Each dab against the injury grew in pressure to stop the bleeding. But it wasn't strong enough to push the bone back in.
Shinsou tried to scramble away from the touch, but he was already backed against the wall, and his injured shoulder couldn't support any weight, even if he tried. "SHIT!" Shinsou panted. "Denki...remind me not to save your ass again."
Denki nodded and hummed in acknowledgment. "I know, I know. I was a stupid idiot."
Shinsou shook his head with a strain. "No...you managed to get us out of there. Sorry for being rude. The pain's messing with my head." He forced one of his eyes to open to look back at Denki, but it was unfocused and distant. "And I'm sorry for also—" A grunt of discomfort stole his next words and sealed his eyes shut again. It took a moment for Shinsou to collect his thoughts again. "I'm also sorry for forcing my shitty feelings on you."
"What? 'Toshi, no," Denki shook his head, placing a hand on Shinsou's good shoulder. "Things happen. I didn't plan to jump out of the window—sorry 'bout that too—yet here we are."
He brushed some of the clumped hair out of Shinsou's face. "I'm sorry for this too," he muttered as he leaned in. The heartbeat in Denki's chest was hammering so hard it drummed in his ears. Keeping a hand on the wound was difficult as Denki brushed noses with Shinsou. Shinsou grunted as he sat up to better connect their lips. Shinsou took his hand and held the side of Denki's face using his good arm.
When Denki tried to pull away to fix his grip on the shirt, Shinsou's hand laced his way into Denki's light golden hair. Their temples were pressed together, eyes closed. "Please don't apologize. That was the only thing that helped me feel better."
Denki swallowed his buzzing nerves. "Really?" he asked as he delicately fiddled with the blood-soaked shirt.
Shinsou's brows pinched together in pain and hummed. "Yeah," he mumbled. For a moment, Shinsou froze before adding, "Don't tell me that was a hallucination from the pain."
"I know I'm not going anywhere, but let me help you decide if it was," Denki whispered. With that, Denki took the opportunity and pressed his lips against Shinsou again. This time, with more boldness, more care, more everything. You see, Denki also had caught feelings for Shinsou a while ago. Since Shinsou transferred to the hero course, Denki had fallen head over heels.
Sirens squealed louder, louder and louder until they were blaring in both of the boy's ears. Only when they heard boots clomping towards them did Denki and Shinsou pull apart. "Step away from the injured," one requested.
Denki did as he was told, but not without a small protest. "Can't I come with him? He saved me, and I need to know that he's going to be okay."
"Are you in close relations with the injured?" one of the medics asked as the others lifted Shinsou onto the stretcher. He cried out in pain, causing Denki's heart to break. It wasn't fair that Shinsou was in that much pain for his sake.
"Well...you see—It's a little comp—"
Denki was cut off by Shinsou. "Yes. He's my boyfriend. I need him at my side." Shinsou threw his head back and groaned as the first responders worked on a temporary splint. "Could you stop that? It hurts like shit."
He couldn't describe the warm feeling he had. Shinsou had just called Denki his boyfriend. Was that a word used between those interested in each other, right? They lifted Shinsou up as he reached out for Denki's hand. Denki took it as he climbed into the ambulance. He rubbed comforting patterns along his boyfriend's knuckles the entire ride to the hospital.