On long missions days felt like years to Midoriya, and at this point two was enough to know he was sure about his previous assumptions of this place. As nice as it was visually, it was more of a living hell even if nothing had been done to him yet. He was locked in this room and slowly starting to doubt that anyone was coming back for him. He knew it took a few days to make it here, but he blamed that on the weather and issues that popped up with Bakugou. Usually when a pro team was informed that there was a necessary rescue they'd make plans and come quick, but after no interaction or even hearing the commotion of anyone, he began to believe waiting around and hoping was useless. All he could really do now was stare at the door and half expect anyone to walk in at any moment. Maybe he could just overpower the next person to open the door if it happened any time soon. They still had to come feed him so then would be the perfect time, he just felt he couldn't use his quirk until he devised something that'd for sure work so he wouldn't get caught and somehow restrained for misbehavior.
Thinking of all the possible options was slowly beginning to make his head hurt. All he knew was that he wanted out and wasn't getting his way. The "clothes" were ridiculous, all his stuff was taken from him and probably gone through, and he was completely shut out from the outside. At least Bakugou had his phone and would be able to get whatever information he had on it out to who it needed to go to. He just hoped he didn't go through anything and see something dorky or embarrassing that he could make fun of, especially when he didn't even manage to crack his code and get into his phone to be able to have an opportunity to do the same. He honestly wasn't even sure if he wanted to see anything he kept to himself though. He was already bothered enough that a girl he liked was texting his partner over him. In his mind it just wasn't fair, but the blonde was more popular than him from the start. It probably got her attention faster than he ever really did.
Midoriya sighed a little. Why was he always putting these sorts of things in his head. It wasn't right and always got the best of him despite the fact that it was so irrelevant in the position he was in. He needed to focus on actually working something out because he was never easy to giving up. He was just cooperating as of now considering no one had bothered him for a while and he wasn't sure of everyone's abilities or the layout of the building. Only his partner knew half of that. Him on the other hand would be going into everything blind. He only knew two peoples quirks, how to get to that filing room, a few details about the floors he walked, and the rest was a mystery, though he still chose to write down what little he knew in the books that were left on the nightstand after finding a pen due to looking around the room. It was probably only left there either by accident or so if he got bored he could draw or scribble something, but he was thankful to have it. He didn't want to leave out anything whenever he tried to strategize getting out of here and he doubted the man would come by to take the books away. He didn't have a reason to other than to do it to piss him off.
After a moment of sitting for a while the freckled male decided to look at the book he'd been writing in again, but when the door suddenly opened he quickly shoved it under the pillow on his bed and sat up from where he'd been laying. It must've been lunch time. He wasn't really given a clock, and quite frankly he was starting to feel like some sort of cat, sleeping all day and occasionally moving around to find something that interested him. It was boring as hell, but what else could he do?
"You're awake?" He heard someone mumbled and immediately recognized the voice of the man that owned this place. It made a frown come to his features and he refused to respond, but still, the guy didn't seem bothered. It was like people's emotions just flew over his head.
"I figured you still be sleeping, but it's good you're up."
"Good?" Midoriya growled lowly as if he was half expecting to hear bad news from him considering that's all he was. He was a horrible person in his mind and nothing was going to change that. Even if watching Bakugou kill someone bothered him and still made him uncertain of his thought process, he was starting to convince himself that he wouldn't mind if this man died by the will of someone else.
"Yes, good. I figured you've been stuck up in here long enough. It's almost been three days so I was thinking you can come out now to meet a few other people like you. Normally if you're well behaved you'll earn the privilege to interact with others and since you haven't done anything stupid I'll let you have a few minutes outside this room. Don't try anything though, this isn't your chance to make a break for it. No one will back you up either because most of the people you're meeting are quirkless and your quirk won't activate as well in the room i'm taking you to. The material the room has been insulated in works as a restraint on a persons powers so it's pointless to try and fight unless you want to look like an idiot." He told him making Midoriya shift away from him a little. It seemed like this guy knew he was trying to escape, but who wouldn't when all their life they'd known nothing but freedom to do as they pleased and suddenly it was just snatched away from them? He wasn't dumb though. He wouldn't try to escape from a place where he knew there'd be a heavy amount of security, but he didn't like knowing that this guy made a room where he wouldn't be able to use his quirk. That made him feel somewhat defenseless, but he still knew how to protect himself if they tried anything. They usually dealt with people who couldn't so he had somewhat of an upper hand.
Midoriya hesitated a moment. He didn't really want to leave his room, especially dressed this way, but he just sighed and muttered, "whatever..." so it wouldn't start anything he didn't want to get into. Besides, he'd prefer to walk out than be dragged out against his will. It'd just make him feel more in control of his actions in a situation where he knew he didn't really have any power over anyone at all.
The man seemed happy that he was agreeing and forcefully grabbed his arm to make him stand up, but it just made him try to pull back a little remembering that the last time he'd touched him it went limp. He didn't really want that to happen again, especially since it took about thirty minutes before he could get any feeling in his limb again and even a little longer to feel normal using it to write, though his reaction only made the man more forceful and he almost fell when finally getting to his feet. It was irritating, but he couldn't really make him stop. If he got upset he'd probably just feel more prompted to handling him this way because he'd know it'd get a reaction out of him.
"I know how to follow people. You don't have to pull me there." Midoriya growled in attempt to at least get him to let go, but he didn't listen until he finally dragged him out of the room and shut the door behind them so he wouldn't be able to turn around and go back in. He didn't trust him to do what he wanted, but that was smart on his part.
When they finally started walking Midoriya would try to slow down or speed up to see if the dealer would notice, but he wouldn't ever really say anything. It started to give him the idea to stop all together and go the other way, but when the man glanced back to him he knew it wasn't smart. He was basically reading him like a book because he was probably making everything obvious by how awkward he was being in his attempt to be sneaky. If he wanted to get away he'd just have to act quickly and get around this guy. It seemed like he could only use his quirk if he touched him anyways, so if he could never lay a hand on him then there was nothing he could do. He had a fifty fifty chance.
The younger males pace started to speed up to match the other mans once he told him, "move faster you're not fooling me." Knowing that his lag in pace meant he was plotting something, but clearly he couldn't know for sure what. He just knew he caught on because he was watching him closely. Still, despite that fact Midoriya tried to bolt the second the stairs came a few steps in front of him remembering that they led down. He could use his quirk to speed himself up and get through the doors so he could get away and tell someone about this horrible place. He could get back to his friends and family, or at least that's what he assumed.
When he finally gathered up the courage to run, he felt a pain in his ankle when he pushed off for the first step to get down the stairs and suddenly he couldn't use it to support himself anymore. Rather than running down like he planned, his leg gave out and he fell down the rest of the way without Bakugou there to break his fall this time. He didn't know what happened, but he was starting to assume he'd broken his leg from trying to use his quirk like in the past, though that didn't make sense. He learned how to control it and was able to use it without hurting himself anymore. What happened?
"Didn't I tell you not to run? I figured you'd try to take off even if I told you not to, so I set a trip wire at any exit you could possibly take to help use my quirk against you. It can be transferred to whatever I touch if I'm using it while messing with the object but it doesn't affect me, so no matter what you can't get away. I already warned you about that." He muttered, causing Midoriya to finally see what he'd fallen over, but he didn't really care. All he could focus on was the agonizing throbbing sensation his body was in. He didn't want to move, but when the man began to make his way towards him, he bit back the pain and tried to inch away from him to get to the next flight. He just wanted to get away.
"You're persistent..." The man mumbled, only to step on his hand when he tried to push himself up and caused him to suck in a sharp breath. Why was he trying to hurt him when he clearly wasn't getting anywhere? It was like he was toying with him more and more, but he remembered what he said about heroes and how people like him didn't like them. He was wanting to see him like this.
"I'll end that sort of attitude in no time though. Once you finally accept that there's no way out then that stupid sense of self worth and never giving up mentality will be a thing of the past. I already told you that you belong to me now. That means there's no way o-"
"You're wrong." Midoriya cut him off in a hushed tone as he tried to ball up his hand beneath the weight of his foot, but it hurt to much to close completely. "You can't change the way I think. I know I can get out of here. You're just another obstacle I have to get through and you're nothing. I've dealt with worse in my lifetime. I'm just holding back."
His words made the man go silent and stare at him with a somewhat aggravated glare, but Midoriya was happy to see he was bothering him. He never seemed to be fazed by anything. Maybe having him know he wouldn't change would discourage him to try to make him, but at the same time he knew better than to aggravate him too much. He didn't want to end up having him hurt him more than he already hurt himself.
The man finally moved his foot off his hand and grabbed his collar to pull him up, though the feeling in his foot was still numb. All he could really do was stumble in his attempt to stay upright, but he tried to pretend he was perfectly fine even though everything was screaming in pain on the inside. He didn't want him to know anything was wrong and take it as some sort of weakness.
"Come on. I'm not waiting around for you. You're running out your own time by acting like an idiot. Stop trying to escape." The man growled and pushed him forward so he'd fall again. He honestly wanted to do something back to him, but acting out irrationally was stupid. If he attacked him there was nothing stopping him from getting everyone and everything in this building on his side to hurt him. He just had to compose himself a little while longer and decided to stay on the ground.
"So you're crawling now? Get up."
Midoriya still didn't listen. He just continued to stay in his position knowing he was bound to shove him down again, though when he noticed the dealer was reaching to grab him once more, he stupidly spat at his hand in attempt to show him he had no respect for his opinions. He didn't want to be controlled and bossed around by him, though his actions proved just to be a big mistake. He'd forgotten to take into account that this man seemed to have the same amount of mental unstableness as Bakugou when it came to dealing with him and it made him immediately snap before he could even realize he was going to. All Midoriya felt was a blow to the stomach that took his breath away and made him retch as he tried to keep the urge to throw up out of his mind. For a moment he even felt as if he was never going to get air back into his lungs, but when his irregular gasping finally evened out he braced himself for any other blows to come. He assumed it wouldn't be as bad if he saw it coming, but he was wrong.
The pain spreading through his body only worsened when the man suddenly grabbed a fistful of his hair and decided to start dragging him up the steps. It made him instinctively grab at his wrist so he couldn't rip his hair out as he let out a grunt in attempt to hold back the want to cry out in pain every time the sharp edges prodded into his side. It didn't help much though. Despite the fact that he was holding onto him it still felt as if his hair was getting pulled and it made his eyes involuntarily tear up at the sharp pain until he finally let go once they made it to the top floor. He wanted to scream at him and tell him to screw off, but all he did was crouch down and bring a hand to his head, still refusing to crawl or stand.
"Why are you so damn stubborn?!" The man finally yelled at him. It made him jump, but he just glared in his direction. He hated this guy, and usually he tried to like everyone he came into contact to, but he was treating him worse than Bakugou did when they first met.
"I guess you still just want me to drag you the rest of the way then, huh?"
Midoriya started to dread that he was going to pull him by his hair again and quickly sat back to try and use his arms and legs to push his body backwards regardless of the numbing pain spreading throughout him, but the man found his reaction irrelevant and just walked after him so he could take him by the ankle and pull him back towards him. He tried to kick at him or wiggle his foot out of his grasp, but the one he grabbed had its ankle still numbed from his quirk. He couldn't really do much to break free and just let out a small gasp when he felt the gown he was wearing lift a little from the angle and direction he was pulling him, though he just used his hands to hold it down.
"L-Let go of me!" He growled at him, feeling his face burn in embarrassment from starting to feel over exposed. He wasn't given any underwear and after showering he didn't want to put on laundry he'd worn before. Besides, he was only supposed to be wearing this anyways according to this man, but if he knew that then he wished he wasn't so thoughtless of how he felt about being dragged around with nothing but what felt like a thin bedsheet covering him.
"You had the opportunity to walk remember, but you chose to defy me instead so now things are resulting to this in order to make you behave. We're almost there anyways. It's on the fifth floor so there won't be any more stairs." He told him, making the younger males struggles become more frantic, though he gave up long before he finally reached the door and came to a stop. He really was getting nowhere. Still, Midoriya was aggravated and wanted to try another run for it, but he didn't dare spit at him or make an attempt again. He had to think things through a bit more before he actually did them.
Midoriya felt his body get forced up when the man took him into his arms, and instinctively he moved to wrap his around his neck to hold himself up, but after remembering who this was he quickly retracted them and frowned. He didn't need to be cradled like some sorta of child. He just couldn't feel his ankle. Regardless, he didn't say a word. At this point he knew better than to. Speaking seemed to be getting him into trouble, and right now he really didn't want to get pushed around anymore. He just allowed this man to carry him into the room he was trying to take him and set him down on some sort of table without an issues, though he felt uncomfortable seeing the few people who were in there chose to stare at him. He wanted to ask where everyone else was and why he was set there, but part of him didn't truly care to listen. He just figured his tactic was to keep a small amount together so they couldn't team up on any of his people if they happened to actually have quirks, but after looking around he noticed something was off. These people weren't dressed like him. They all seemed "normal" and in their own uniforms, like workers of the building or someone here to watch him. It made him feel even more uncomfortable as he slowly began to come to he conclusion that this was a setup.
"I-I thought you said I was going meet people like me." He whispered, hating how quiet it was in the room considering everything he said felt loud. "Who are they?"
"Hm? Oh, I lied. I knew you wouldn't cooperate unless you were told a fib. We just need to put a device in you. That way you can't run off or cause any more problems, but don't worry you won't feel it. I just want to make sure you will go with everything from this point on. Again, you're really valuable so I want to be able to work with you." The man told him, causing him to tense slightly. Were these people insane? He wasn't some type of animal or object that needed a behavioral change. He was a human being and he didn't like whatever they were going at with this. What was the device? It didn't seem good.
Midoriya tried to stand up, but he felt his body throb at the attempt and stopped knowing even if he did make it it'd be pointless. They were just going to come after him anyways if he managed to get out, and the man even told him he had set up traps at every exit. He was better off staying here, right? No, that's what that guy was wanting him to think so he'd cooperate. He couldn't let him get to him like this.
"This is just gonna feel like a small pinch." He heard one of the people in the room say as he felt them unbutton the back of his gown to clean off a spot on his back so they could insert what he assumed to be a needle. It stung and made him grit his teeth, but the feeling eventually died down as local anesthesia took affect. It was better than feeling a blade or anything that they were planning to use to get the device in. He just dreaded having more scars on his body and a wound on his back that'd cause people to tend to him more. He'd prefer to be completely left alone, though just as he started to turn and look over his shoulder in attempt to see what they were doing, the room completely went dark and he heard the automatic lock click open on its own. It made the male suck in a sharp breath in shock and panic, considering he couldn't see anything, but he assumed if everything went dead that meant the whole buildings power must be off. Why, he wasn't sure, but he was taking this technical difficulty as another chance to leave. He could deal with the pain and numbness if it meant he'd be free. He just had to watch for any traps at the stairs and door then he'd be as good as gone.
Midoriya quickly sprung up and practically fell with a thud as he began to fumble around to find the door, but in that moment they all must've realized what he was doing and turned on any extra lights they had on their phones or in the room to see him, though it only aided in his escape. All he needed was a split second of light to find the handle before he yanked it open and slammed it shut, using whatever manual lock he'd placed on the outside of the door to keep them in. He knew eventually someone would come to rescue those people and he was at a disadvantage having nothing to help him see, but he still decided to run as fast as he could and feel along the sides of the wall in attempt to find an end so he'd know that's where the stairs began. He remembered to watch out for the trip wires and tried to think of any other trap the man could possibly set, but he ended up making it down to the fourth floor without any issues and continued down until he knew he was on the ground floor. That guy must've been bluffing when he claimed to put something at every exit to discourage him when really he only set one. Despite that though, he still managed to get down. He just had no idea what was what and cursed silently as he tried to force his eyes to adjust to the darkness, but it was pitch black. That must've meant it was either night and the power was out, or this guy really trapped in everything so no one could get away. What if he possibly just ended up in the wrong place without any windows? Was he really stuck here? No, he had his quirk. Maybe he could use it in the same way he had to get away from that other guy. He could take a running start and just let it all out of him.
Part of him knew he still wasn't thinking straight, but he was running out of options. This guy knew who he was and knew his abilities in his mind he had nothing to lose anymore and just started running blindly in attempt to get closer to a wall in this building. He wasn't worried about crashing into anything or anyone. All that was on his mind was getting out, at least that was until he felt his body get slammed to a stop and smacked into something hard. It made his head spin for a moment, but he refrained from yelling out in pain as he felt the object grip onto him in an attempt to keep upright. It was pointless though. He just fell forward on top of whatever this was anyways and slowly came to realize that it was a person. Was it one of the workers? At least in this position he could have them pinned if he could feel for their hands in the dark, but after frantically moving around he noticed something familiar and froze. That scent. Was it...
"Wait, Katsu...Kacchan?! What are you...h-how did-" Midoriya started to mumble in shock and confusion, though a sudden feeling of overwhelming joy took over his senses as he tried to see the blondes face in the dark. Was this all his doing? How'd he manage to get past their security? Maybe he already got back to the pro heroes and they were in on this too. That meant this was all finally over wasn't it?
"Ouch, dammit!" The blonde snapped, though he sat up a little after seeming to realize he'd found who he'd been looking for. "That hurt my leg you assh-mm..."
Midoriya cut the older male off by pressing a hand to his lips and muffling his angered yell. He didn't want him to get caught with how loud he always got. The last thing he wanted was to have to be separated from his partner again. Even if he felt he was saved he couldn't be too certain. He didn't know the full details of the story yet and he didn't want to risk getting overjoyed just to be crushed by having things not get worked out.
"Why are you here? You're supposed to get back to Best Jeanist and show him everything you got on my phone. You can't just come back because you feel like it unless he's here with you." Midoriya whispered and slowly moved his hand from his mouth to so he wouldn't get upset that it was still there to keep him quiet. As much as he liked the fact that he seemingly came back for him, he didn't want him to think irrationally. He needed to get all the important information back to who had to have it in order to actually do something about this place. Holding onto it would do no good, especially when there was a chance of having it confiscated.
"I don't know your passcode idiot and I figured it'd just be easier to come back and ask about it versus locking myself out completely. Besides, since I'm here I might as well break you out right?" He joked before practically pushing Midoriya off of him so he could lose the feeling of his extra weight.
Midoriya frowned and winced when his body fell sideways, though he decided against telling him to leave, mostly because he didn't really want him to. He was the only person around who didn't have ill intentions for his existence right now. He just knew that wasn't his real reason for coming back, and if it happened to actually be because his real wishes were to rescue him then it made him confused as to whether he was upset or genuinely happy. He had the same desires to save friends, but he didn't like it when they put themselves in danger when the situation came to saving him.
"Kacchan..." The freckled male let out a slow aggravated sigh before looking to his direction with a halfhearted glare. He couldn't really be mad at him even though he really wanted to be. It was obvious he only had good intentions.
"Ugh, how do you plan to get out of here if we can't even see in the dark at least?"
"The hard part was getting past the security, but with everything shut down we have a chance now. It's only a matter of time before these people probably fix everything though so we need to go now. Everyone knows you're supposed to be here and I'm not, but if we come into an issue I've trusted that you haven't used your quirk yet. We could still take them by surprise and-"
"Wait, about that." Midoriya mumbled somewhat sheepishly before looking away when he noticed a frown start to come to his face. He obviously assumed he had in attempt to get away, and though he did try and activate it to run, it barely even lasted a second so he could at least claim he hadn't.
"Um, this guy knows who we are. He probably knows what I can do, and if not your abilities, he took my stuff so he has my notebooks that I like to take with me. He just has to find it and turn to the page I wrote on you and he'll know your quirk and what I see as your weaknesses."
"My weak- Wait...why the hell would you put me in your stupid notebooks?! Why do you even continue to write shit down?! You don't need it!" Bakugou started yelling, but Midoriya didn't try to stop him this time. Instead he just freaked out over it and got mad too. He felt guilty about this, but he was a pro. It wasn't like this guy was clueless on who he was dealing with. If he wanted to look Bakugou up he could probably figure out things like what his quirk was or something basic such as his age and who he was related to. He wasn't exactly undercover.
"Shut up! You need to be quiet!" He snapped and tried to lower his voice so no one would hear and follow the commotion. "I do it because it helps me retain stuff better and calms me down. I can't help it okay. You're in there because I like to write about everyone's abilities you should know that by now so stop getting angry. It won't change anything anyways. Besides, it's not like everyone's seen what I wrote or is even taking it seriously. There's a good chance that he hasn't even gone through anything I have yet."
Bakugou didn't respond. Maybe he was realizing getting upset really was pointless, but Midoriya knew that knowledge might have shattered whatever plan he had. They couldn't fool anyone at this point.
"Well here. Take your phone back. I'm assuming mine is with all your crap, but that's fine. As long as it's not messed with and doesn't get shut down or die we can track it back here if that mans tries to move and take your stuff with him once we get out. We just have to leave and catch him later..." He told the younger male as he stood up with a slightly stressed expression, but for a good reason. He didn't totally know what to do now, and not only that, but he was still relying on his good leg. He hadn't given himself a proper break for it to fully heal yet but he didn't want his partner to find out. He knew how he'd get if he knew he was hurting.
"Okay that's fine. Do you know where the exit is? I locked that man in a room with a few other people that work with him so they know I'm out. That means if we don't hurry up they'll start looking for me." He told the blonde, but considering Bakugou didn't know this place like the back of his hand and more than likely got in when the lights were on to cut the power, he probably didn't know either. They were just going to have to take a lucky guess.
"No, it's not even a full moon out either so it's completely pitch black through all the windows. Just hold onto my shirt so we know we're still together and walk with me." Bakugou muttered, but Midoriya didn't like knowing he wasn't even sure where to start. He was probably only focused on causing a distraction long enough to occupy those people and get him out. He shouldn't have come in without a complete plan.
Midoriya decided against using the flash on his phone once they started to walk. He felt it'd give them away and would rather blindly walk into things versus having someone spot them and sneak up from behind. The best thing to do was stay as quiet as possible and hope luck was on their side so that they'd be right next to a door, but after a few minuets passed dimmer lights started to flicker on until they became bright and he felt his heart stop. Did they really fix the issue that quickly or did Bakugou not consider that maybe they had a backup generator? He should be happy they had a light to see and all, but with the light came a ton of problems. It meant the power was back on, including security, cameras, locks, and everything else these people had to keep them inside.
"Hey!" A shout made him jump, and both boys looked up to see that woman they first met glaring down at them from the stairwell. "They're on the first floor!"
Honestly Midoriya sorta panicked and began to move ahead of his partner to the point where he started forcing him to run due to holding onto his shirt so tightly. He didn't want to end up getting stuck in that room again or forced to be away from Bakugou. Fighting really wasn't an option right now, and thanks to the fight or flight instinct, he was able to run faster than he thought he could towards the first door he noticed with a window displaying the dark outdoors. As long as it wasn't locked this would be an easy escape. It made him finally let go of his partner so he could use both his arms to help him go faster and keep from slowing the other male down, though when Midoriya heard a loud thud and a grunt come from Bakugou he skidded to a stop and froze already assuming the worst. He'd forgotten that he was injured and remembered he couldn't push himself. Because of the darkness he hadn't been able to see his limp and forgot. That meant this whole time he's been trying to push himself to keep up with him, and because of that he probably just caused his leg to become completely broken again. Now he couldn't even walk, but he didn't want to leave him. He'd have to carry him. He didn't care how much pain it'd put his body in, he just had to do it.
"I-It's okay! I've got you! Everything will be fine!" Midoriya gasped out as he ran over to go pick him up, but a look of doubt was spread over the blondes face at his actions. Looking at Midoriyas physical condition he was lucky to even be able to be running this long. He was bruised up, walking awkwardly in attempt to get the feeling back into his leg, and there was blood soaking his back from the gash these people made in it when trying to get in the device. By now he figured he would've passed out from the pain or blood loss. He couldn't waste anymore energy carrying him, especially since the sound of people's footsteps were getting closer. Bakugou refused to let his partner come this close to escaping and get caught all because of him.
"No, I'm staying behind. Just go on ahead without me. If we both leave anyways they'll come after us, but if one of us stays they're less likely to and you can't keep running forever. Right now they're in better physical condition than both of us and were outnumbered. I'm sure they'd catch up. It's better if you leave..." Bakugou muttered and tried to push him back, but Midoriya didn't listen. He forced him up into his arms anyways and caused a pained noise to leave the blondes lips at the feeling of his leg being moved to the new position, but it only worsened after midoriya took a few steps and dropped him due to falling himself. He wasn't strong enough right now, still, he tried again anyways, and once more he fell. It was agonizing, but every time he told him to stop he wouldn't listen.
"Just let me go you idiot!" Bakugous voice rose to a scream, but Midoriya was too set on trying to keep him at his side. He didn't care how tired he got. He'd fall a million times more if it meant he could get his partner out safe. He didn't come here to replace him, though when he felt an intense burning sensation he instinctively jerked back away from the blonde and stared to him with wide eyes. Why would he do that?
"Kacchan I-"
"Go! I said get out of here already! If you try to help me and we both get caught, then me coming to rescue you will be all for nothing! You're more important than I am don't you remember that?! You wanted to be the symbol of peace right? It's what you're supposed to do! What good are you if you're stuck here?! If first All Might goes then you, people will just start losing faith in heroes!" Bakugou yelled at him, but Midoriya didn't care about what he was saying. The blonde was right, but the younger males selfishness was getting in the way. He didn't want to leave him. He couldn't walk anymore and he didn't want them to do anything to hurt him. "Listen to me! I'll be fine as long as I know you're okay! Sometimes we have to make sacrifices to save others...please just go already!"
"B-But...Kacchan I-I don't want to-"
"Izuku, just go..." Bakugous voice lowered to a pained whisper, but it caused Midoriyas eyes to widen. He called him by his real name? Was it to be mean or to actually acknowledge him as someone more special to him? He didn't know what to say. His mouth opened in attempt to form words but nothing came out. All he knew was that for some reason hearing him say that crushed his heart.
Midoriya hated himself for this, but he gave in and ran as fast as he could for the door. He tried to keep his tears in, but they got the best of him and spilt over. He didn't know why Bakugou would do that. He was such an idiot, yet he had no right to be thinking that way of him because his plan worked and he left him. If anything he should be calling himself bad things. What type of hero was he if he couldn't get him to freedom too? Bursting out of the doors of that hellish place just didn't feel the same now. There was no relief but rather an intense feeling of guilt. Still, he didn't hold back on using his quirk to go as far as his legs could take him. He wanted to make it back home and get anyone and everyone he possibly could to help him get Bakugou back. He was desperate and willing to do whatever it took. If all he had to do was give the information to Best Jeanist then swap positions with him he'd do it, but then again he was right about the whole symbol thing. If he was locked up there wouldn't be one. He hated that Bakugou knew about that and was using it against him because it just made him feel ten times worse, and all the crying and blood loss was staring to get the best of him. It made it hard to keep from becoming fatigued and breathing felt impossible when he was constantly gasping for air to sob and run at the same time. Eventually he couldn't take anymore.
Just like what felt like his world, his body toppled to the ground and movement felt too hard. Everything was so sore and he was so tired. He still tried to get up and tried to force himself to go, but at this point he couldn't. All he could do was scream out in frustration. This was starting to make him feel so useless. He wanted to get his partner help, but if he was in need of it then how was that going to work out? Maybe he could just call for someone. He had his phone so why couldn't he? Sure he felt weak, but he didn't care. He'd use all he had left in him to get somebody to Bakugou, but when he shakily managed to force his arm up to bring his phone to his face, he only managed to unlock it and press on a recent contact before feeling his eyes start to droop shut. Was he falling asleep? No, he didn't want to. He wanted to get to the blonde, but the second he finally heard a, "Hello?" He gave into the feeling of complete darkness. He couldn't fight it anymore. It felt he lost to everything despite the knowledge and lead they got on this mission.