Bakugou fic.
Deku and Melissa have jsut welcomed their first child. Deku is on paternity leave to help Melissa while she recovers. One afternoon he heads out to pick up some ice cream for Melissa and coffee for himself after a long night with an unsettled child.
In the line for the coffee Deku bumps into Bakugou. They make small talk, deku talking about being tired, Bakugou refusing to actually talk about anything in his life with Ochako.
On their way out a large scale fight breaks out that causes Bakugou and Deku to spring into action. Bakugou doesnt have his gear with him but insists he doesnt need it. Deku, while still exhausted from being up three days striaght with the baby still tries to help.
A villian goes to attack a group of civilians and bakugou blasts him with his quirk, but its not enough to stop him and Deku dives in the way to protect the people. He dies.
Bakugou tries to stop the bleeding from dekus stomach while the fight continues around them but its too late. Deku dies in Bakugous arms. His last words are "Look after Melissa and (child name) for me," before his eyes close. Bakugou is angry but unable to focus as the fight around him carries on, more heroes showing up to help.
After bakugou has been interviewed by police and pro heroes about what happened he goes home to Ochako. He opens the front door to find her standing in the hallway, eyes red from crying. He walks over to her and falls to his knees at her feet, sobbing out a broken sorry. He just repeats I'm so sorry over and over while Ochako holds him and tries to tell him its not his fault. But it doesn't matter. To Bakuoug it is his fault that ochako losst her best friend, that melissa lost her husband and their baby lost their father and the world lost the number 1 hero.
Izuku Midoriya groggily pushed open the large metal door to the coffee shop with one arm, a paper bag filled with tubs of strawberry ice cream cradled in his other one. Normally he'd be able to open even the heaviest of doors with ease, but the exhaustion from lack of sleep was taking its toll on his body. He was one day three of almost no sleep, surviving on twenty minute naps and large cups of strong coffee.
As Midoriya took his place in line, he wondered just how long he'd be running on empty for now that David was born. He'd know that having a baby was tough work, his mother had made sure to grill that into him and Melissa for the last eight months of their life, but he couldn't remember his mother ever explaining how to function as a human while on the brink of hallucinating from exhaustion. Maybe he should ask her next time she calls.
"Hey! Move up nerd! You're holding up the fucking line!" A familiar, aggressive voice yanked Midoriya back to the coffee shop, for him to realise the line in front of him had infact moved, and there was now a good two feet gap between himself and the person ahead of him. He took a large step forward as he fumbled a "sorry" over his shoulder.
"Yeah. Whatever. You look like shit Deku, what happened?" The voice asked, slightly less aggressive but still hostile. Midoriya whipped his head around to look at the person behind him, only for him to come eyes to chin with Katsuki Bakugou. He tilted his head up to find his childhood friends red eyes narrowed in a glare directed squarely at himself. For a second he just stared at him, he couldn't figure out for the life of him how he had suddenly came face to face with Bakugou. He hadn't seen him in months. Infact the last time he saw him was probably when they'd announced he and Melissa were expecting a boy. Bakugou had attended their little gathering with Ochako, begrudgingly but he'd still shown up, which was something. He'd been less angry that day, but still generally annoyed that he had to be around so many people and he and Ochako had left early.
A hand slammed down on Midoriyas shoulder and he almost dropped the paper bag full of ice cream he'd been holding. Stumbling to catch the bag, he turned to look up Bakugou, his hand was still clamped firmly on Midoriyas shoulder.
"Deku? What the fuck is wrong with you?" Bakugou growled down at his old class mate, a small slither of concern creeping into his eyes as he watched Midoriya cautiously, his stumble covered jaw tensed as he scanned him up and down.
"Oh! I-I'm fine! I'm just tired!" He stuttered, only now remembering they were standing in the line of the coffee shop. He'd completely zoned out. He really needed some sleep before he daydreamed himself into another dimension.
"Tired? You look half dead," Bakugou raised a blonde eyebrow at him and somehow even that looked hostile coming from him. Midoriya shook his free hand infront of himself in a fluster.
"David's had me up for three days! Apparently it's normal while his brain and body adjust to day and night cycles. So I've pulled a couple all nighters to try let Melissa get some rest. She needs it after all! The only downside is that I still have things to do during the day so I'm kinda tired. But coffee should help!" He let out a half hearted laugh and Bakugou let go of his shoulder, his face still looking slightly concerned.
"Okay, nerd. If you say so," Bakugou stuck his hand back into the pocket of his jeans and stared over the top of Midoriyas unruly green hair before he cleared his throat and spoke again, never making eye contact. "Sorry we haven't been round to visit. We've been swamped with work and organizing moving and junk. We'll, uh, come visit once we are unpacked."
Midoriya shook his head and smiled softly.
"Don't worry about it Kachan-"
"I've told you to stop calling me that," Bakugou growled as the two friends both moved up the line.
"Ochako texted me the other day to say you guys were knee deep in moving boxes!" Midoriya continued, pretending not to hear Bakugous complaint. "I'm just happy you two are back together!"
"Yeah. Sure you are. Now that you've settled down with Gadget Girl. But don't pretend you didn't spend all of high school pining after Ochako like a dog in heat," Bakugou's burning red eyes scanned the drinks list above Midoriyas head as they neared the front of the line.
"That was just a high school crush and raging hormones. I haven't seen Ochako as anything more than my best friend for a very long time."
"Good. Keep it that way. She's off limits." Bakugou spoke in an aggressive tone, but a small smirk crawled across his face as he peeked down at Midoriya.
"I am fully aware I would get fed my own bones if I so much as tried to come inbetween you two."
"I'd do more than that to you, nerd," Bakugou snorted over Midoriyas shoulder.
"I wasn't talking about you. I was talking about Ochako."
They both laughed as Midoriya shoved his hand in his pocket and pulled out his wallet as the person before him moved to the side and he stepped up to the counter. After he made his order of two plain coffees Bakugou stepped and made his own order, one caramel latte and one plain coffee, and stood next to Midoriya as they both waited on their orders.
It wasn't until both men had been handed their orders and were about to say goodbye on the doorsteps of the coffee house that disaster struck.
The impact hit them before the noise did. Both men were thrown off the steps, hurtling them into the air, as the sound of explosion behind them attacked their ears. Bakugou managed to twist himself so he landed on one knee, as rubble flew past his head, while Midoriya, somehow still kept a hold of his paper bag as he grabbed onto a lampost to stop himself flying into a wall. Screaming, followed by more explosions filled the air around them as the roof of the coffee house was blown into pieces and Bakugou had to shield his eyes from the falling debris as it flew at his face.
"What the fuck was that?" Bakugou screamed at Midoriya over the sound of another explosion from down the street, this one coming from behind them.
"No idea. But we've got to help!" Midoriya yelled back as he jumped down from the lamppost, just as a darkness overtook the street around them. Looking up, they saw a large figure in the sky, blocking out the sun as an ear splitting screech rattled the earth around them, windows shattering all down the street, cars shaking and bending in on themselves, lamposts curling towards the ground, a nearby fire hydrant bursting open, cascading water down on everything.
Bakugou let out a guttural growl as his hearing aide screeched in his ear, he hissed, grabbing it and ripped it from his ear, a small trickle of blood creeping down the side of his face as the noises around him dimmed to a murmur. Looking over at Midoriya he saw his friend wasn't curled over in pain, his hands covering his ears, the paper bag forgotten about at his feet, as tubs of ice cream rolled in wide circles around his feet.
"Damn it!" Bakugou growled to himself as he tore his leather jacket off and ran over to wrap it over Midoriyas head.
"What-?" Midoriya asked, never taking his hands away from his now bleeding ears.
"It's to muffle the noise! Before you end up as deaf as me! Now get down while I deal with this bastard!"
"Kachan you don't have your gear!" He tried to stand but he was held still by his friends firm grasp on his shoulders.
Bakugou scoffed as he rose to his feet and turned to face the figure that was still blocking out the sun above them. "I don't fucking need it. I can take this fucker out with one hand tied behind my back!" With that he took a step forward and activated his quirk, blasting himself into the air, aiming straight for the thing above him.
As he soared through the air, he could feel his inner ear drums vibrating, but any damage that could be done to his ears had already been done during his adolescence, while his body was getting use to his quirk. Now his inner ear, along with the rest of his body, had grown accustomed to the stress his body went through from constant use of his quirk, so nothing this screeching monster could throw at Bakugou would cause him anymore damage. He had the advantage and he was going to use it. As he blasted another explosion from his palms, propelling himself further into the sky, the figure above him quickly became clearer and Bakugou swore internally.
A long yellow beak, dripping in fresh, crimson liquid was pulled opened wide, the source of the glass shattering noise that was attacking the street below them. The top half of the creatures skull was missing, revealing a blood soaked, pulsing brain, thick blue veins grossly decorating its surface, while two tiny black eyes were wide in what seemed to be a mixture of rage and pain, thick red streams of blood were pouring out from two holes on either side of the beasts skull, covering its large muscular shoulders and seeping down its long black arms. Clearly the thing was being effected by its own quirk, which gave Bakugou a tiny glimmer of satisfaction.
Good. You deserve that pain you bastard. But it's nothing compared to what I'm about to do to you! Bakugou growled to himself as he blasted a third time, pulling his fist back as he came up from underneath the Nomu before him. In one smooth motion, he threw his fist hard into the bottom of the monsters gaping beak, slamming it upwards and stopping the horrible sound it was emitting.
Without hesitation Bakugou pulled his fist to his shoulder, bending his arm as he flew up past the beast, now with both its clawed hands wrapped around its mouth, and hurtling his elbow deep into the Nomus open skull, the flesh of the brain folding underneath his arm and sending a momentary shiver of disgust down Bakugous spine.
The Nomu howled in pain, falling from the sky as it screamed, blood seeming to fall out of everything inch of its face as it plummeted to the ground at incredible speed. Bakugou blasted himself downwards, following the thing as it fell. He grabbed the back of its thick neck as he caught up, his fingers struggling to get purchase on its slimy skin. He threw another punch, this time into the side of its head, the monstrosity closing it eyes as it passed out from the impact.
Together the Pro Hero and the monster fell to the ground, Bakugou using the creature as a landing pad to cushion the landing beneath him, his hand still gripping the things neck. He had barely lifted his eyes from the unconscious Nomu beneath him when a hand clapped down his shoulder from behind him. He whirled round, grabbing the mysterious hand by the wrist, yanking it up above his head, only to come nose to nose with a startled, beaming Midoriya.
Midoriyas mouth started moving frantically, too fast for Bakugou to lip read, but the only thing he could hear a faint murmur followed suddenly by a loud ringing in his ears. His green hair was pointed in every direction, two streams of blood stained the side of his head from where his ears has bled, and there was something about his eyes that told Bakugou he wasn't fully aware of what was going on. The exhaustion was hitting him hard. He dropped the dangling idiot from his grasp and patted down his jeans pockets for his spare hearing aide but came up empty.
A blur shot across his vision and he looked down to see a small, scar covered hand holding out his spare aide infront of him. He looked up to see Midoriya smiling timidly at him, Bakugous leather jacket in his other hand. He mumbled a "Thank you" before snatching the tiny device from his friends hand and carefully putting it in his ear. He flicked it on and after a brief second of buzzing, the world around was turned up to full volume again.
He grimaced at the sudden onslaught of sounds, explosions coming from down the street, people still screaming and crying, a shrill, robotic voice screeching above them, demanding all civilians remain indoors, but the loudest noise of them all was Midoryia, who was still yelping insistently at Bakugous side.
Bakugou looked down at him with a furrowed brow. They were surrounded by explosions, most likely from more Nomus attacking the place and this idiot was going on a fully animated assessment of Bakugous fight.
"Deku! Focus!" He snapped, the authority in his voice stopping Midoriya mid sentence. He stared off into space for a second before he shook his head and nodded firmly.
"Sorry. You're right. We need to get this guy locked up and go help the others," he looked around, but his eyes still looked lost.
"How the fuck you became Number One when you're a bumbling moron, I'll never know," Bakugou grumbled, mostly to himself, as he leaned down to grab the unconscious Nomu's wrist.
Before he could understand what was going on three things happened. First Bakugou was abruptly on his back, his upper body propped against the over turned car he had been thrown into, pain raidiating from the back of his skull. Secondly a small green blur flew past his face, as Midoriya was sent hurtling past him. And lastly Bakugous spare aide cracked and erupted open in his ear, sending pain rattling up the side of his head.
He didn't have time to think, the Nomu was somehow on its feet infront of him, towering over him as he lay on the ground, its large black body almost glistening in the sunlight, Bakugous vision fading in and out as he tried to focus. He attempted to move, but the pain in his head screamed in protest and his legs refused to co-operate. The Nomu lowered its blood soaked face and its beady black eyes focused in on the stranded Bakugou at its feet. It let out a horrible, wet growl and stepped forward, paying no attention to the rest of the world around it.
Bakugou scowled. No way was he going to be taken out by this piece of shit. He threw his hand up infront of him, blood dripping from a gash in his shoulder he hadn't even noticed, and activated his quirk, sending a powerful blast right into the creatures face. It faltered for a second, as waves of heat rolled over its body, tearing at the skin. For a second the creature curled in on itself, trying to shield itself from the attack, but once the blast was over the Nomu pulled its shoulders back and continued its decent on the hero, seemingly unscathed.
Throwing up his other hand, he sent out a double blast of his quirk but it seemed to have even less effect than the first one, this time not even phasing the monster as it marched towards him.
"Shit!" Bakugou cursed to himself. Something was wrong. His quirk wasn't as strong as it should be. He was essentially blowing very flashy hot air at the things face. Bakugou tried to turn his head, to try and get eyes on Midoriya, but his entire body fought his every move. Out of his peripheral vision he could just make out a glimpse of a red shoe lying behind a near by rubble pile. Bakugou couldn't tell if the owner of the familiar red boots was alive or not and he silently prayed his old classmate was just unconscious.
He punched the ground next to him in frustration before trying to activate his quirk again as the Nomu stood over him, its body blocking out the sun like it had done when it had first shown up, only this time the light was only being cut out for Bakugou. He cursed again as nothing but a small spark fizzled in his palm as a wave of dizziness washed over him.
The Nomu growled above him, letting out a shriek as it raised its thick,muscular arm above its head, its target glaring venomously beneath it. Bakugou couldn't close his eyes. He wouldn't. If he was going to die, he would die facing his downfall. He tried one last time to move, trying to will his limbs to move, but another searing pain in his head was the only response.
"Kachan!" A scream burst from nowhere as a glowing green ball of energy rocketed towards the monster. Midoriya was flying towards the beast, his face strained in rage as he launched his foot towards the creatures head, attempting to get in the way of his friend and the monster.
The beast wasn't phased. Without so much as a glance in his direction the Nomu swung its arm threw the air, colliding with the Number One Hero and sending backwards, as easily as batting a stray tennis ball. With a thud, Midoriya's body wrapped around the Nomus are for a moment before he bounced backwards. It took a second for Bakugou to register what happened next. The heros body went limp in the air as he soared, arching dramatically in the air before coming to a sudden stop two feet from the ground. His entire body jolted as the broken lamp post burst through his stomach, blood bursting from Midoriyas mouth as his eyes went wide.
The pain in Bakugous head was gone, replaced with a searing hot rage as the shock jump started his control of his limps again.
"DEKU!" Bakugou hadn't even realised it was him who had screamed until he was on his feet, he propelled himself off the car behind him and flew over the monsters head, cartwheeling through the sky as he thrust his palm down on the Nomus exposed brain and sent a burning hot blast deep into its skull. Flames erupted down the creatures body, its scream last only half a second as its entire body was burned from the inside. The beast collapsed to its knees, thick black tendrils of smoke seeping from its melted brain as Bakugou landed on the other side of the corpse.
He bolted over to his friend, his hands hovering above the large, blood soaked spike sticking out from his stomach. He was still conscious, but a horribly grey colour had taken over his normal complexion and his eyes were frantically looking everywhere but down, his green head rolling on his shoulders as blood slowly dripped from his mouth.
"Don't panic! Stay calm! Don't move!" Bakugou growled as he knelt beside his friend, trying to keep his own panic from his voice. If he kept him talking long enough for someone to get there and help him, he'd be okay. He had to be okay, Bakugou told himself.
"I wasn't planning on it," He spoke slowly, making it easy for Bakugou to lip read now, with his second aide wrecked he was struggling to hear, but there was no mistaking the pain in his friends voice. Midoriya let out a cough, winching at the pain it cause him as his body moved around the pole. The sound of the metal grating off his bones and insides made Bakugous stomach churn. This was bad.
"Don't joke, moron! What the fuck were you thinking jumping at that thing like that?" Bakugou had to keep him talking, keep him conscious.
"He was going to kill you Kachan, I had to try and help!"
"By putting yourself in danger? You're an idiot. But it's fine. We can fix this," Bakugou looked around, searching the destroyed street for any sign of help, but by the looks of it, there were still other attacks going on around them.
"You would've done it for me," Midoriyas eyes rolled into the back of his head. But Bakugou wasn't having any of it. He slapped his face, watching as the mans eyes flew open, a look of surprise and confusion crossing his paling face.
"What was that for?" He yelped, his arms hanging loosely behind him, his body being held a foot off the ground by the broken lamppost.
"Stay awake, nerd!" Bakugou snapped as he wracked his brain on how to get Midoriya down without ripping his organs out. He was coming up blank. Every idea would result in him dying quicker.
Quicker.
Bakugou shook away the thought. He'd be fine. He just needed to hold on a little but longer.
"You'll be okay, Midoriya. I'll wait with you until a medic gets here," Bakugou tried to keep the tone of his voice gentle, something he wasn't used to doing. Shock spread over Midoriyas face and his hand flew up from behind him and grabbed Bakugous shirt as he whimpered in his face, eyes bloodshot and brimming with tears.
"What did you just call me?"
"Your name, nerd. How hard did that fucker hit you that you forgot your own name?" Bakugou said shortly, but his hands grabbed Midoriyas on his shirt.
"You've never called me that. Oh god. I'm dying aren't I?"
"No. Don't be stupid. You're gonna be fi-"
"Kachan I can't die! I can't leave Melissa on her own with David! I can't make her do this alone! Bakugou I can't leave her!" Tears poured down his face as he pulled on Bakugous shirt, fear creeping into his eyes as he panicked. "Please! I can't leave David without a father! I can't do that to him!" Midoriyas breathing quickened and his chest fought against the metal beneath him.
"Deku! Listen to me. She wont be lone. No matter what happens, they'll be safe and looked after. I promise! But it doesn't matter because you're not going to die! I wont let you you stupid bastard! Now stop crying and focus on staying awake until help gets here," Bakugou growled, holding his friends scarred, shaking hand with both of his own. He glared at him furiously until he relaxed.
He had to keep him talking. He had to keep him awake.
"So, tell me about this kid of yours? I wanna know what I'm getting myself into when I meet him," Bakugou asked, his eyes never leaving Midoriyas, avoiding the blood pooling at his feet.
"David?" Something in his eyes lit up at the mention of his son.
"Yeah. I don't know anything about him. How much did he weigh when he was born? What does he even do all day?"
Midoriya calmed as he told his longest friend all about his new son. His voice growing weak as he told Bakugou about how his hiccups sound like bubblewrap popping.
Kirishima pulled himself over the top of a large pile of rubble with ease. The Nomu attack the city had suffered had been dealt with, and now it was time for clean up and rescue. Kirishima's job was to first find any survivors and get them to the designated medic truck and report any casualties to Fat Gum, the long-range walkie talkie strapped to his leg buzzed quietly with static. He stood on top of the rubble pile and was shocked at what he found.
The surrounded buildings were mostly destroyed, overturned cars littered the street, windows shattered completely, lamp posts curled in on themselves or snapped in half. A large blue car lay on its side, a person-sized dent in the bottom of it, a horrible dark bloodstain decorating the bent metal. Nearby lay a massive creator in the road, pieces of concrete jutting out of the impact zone, more dried blood in and around the hole. The street was covered in pieces of broken glass and other debris, like some morbid confetti to celebrate the attack.
The destruction was to be expected but the thing he wasn't expecting was the dead Nomu, lying on its side, charred and covered in blood, its skull a hollow seeping mess of black sludge. A few feet away from the slumped mutant corpse was a man, his blonde hair flattened around his shoulders with blood, hunched over another person. The man was talking quietly and had clearly not noticed the pro hero Red Riot come over the rubble behind him. Kirishima approached calmly, his hands held above him to show he was not a threat before he spoke. Some people got really jumpy after a traumatic villain attack.
As he drew nearer he could see the man had a fairly large wound to the back of his head, which had bled through his hair and all down his broad back.
"Hey! I'm Red Riot. Don't worry, I'm here to help! I'm a pro-" He started but when the man's head whipped round to face him he stopped in his tracks when he was met with familiar red eyes. "Bakugou!"
"Kirishima! Fuck I'm so glad you are here! It's Deku! He's hurt, he needs help!" His face was pale, his eyes wide with a mixture of panic and relief. A large gash in his shoulder had clotted and stopped bleeding but the white shirt he had been wearing was almost completely covered in blood. Without thinking, Kirishima dropped his hands and ran over, grabbing the talkie from its holster as he made his way over.
"Fat Gum? This is Red Riot, I found Ground Zero and Deku! Deku is-" As he looked over Bakugous blood-covered shoulder he let go of the button on the device and felt his body go numb. Bakugou was hunched over his childhood friend, one hand under his head, holding it up, the other holding his hand tightly. Blood had pooled and darkened underneath him, seeping into the knees of Bakugous jeans as he knelt on the ground, talking quietly to his friend. A large metal spike was sticking out of Midoriyas stomach, blood around the wound now a dark brown colour. His normally vibrant eyes were wide open, glassed over and staring blankly up at the sky above Bakugou, his once spikey green hair falling behind him in thick clumps. Blood had dried into his skin from his ears and mouth. His skin was a sickly grey colour and he clearly wasn't breathing. He'd been dead for a while.
"Bakugou he's de-"
Red Riot? Hello? Come in! You said you found who? Fat Gums voice crackled in the background but no one was listening.
"That Nomu bastard attack us. I thought I had knocked it out but it got back up. Had me cornered, and this stupid idiot jumped in the way. He got hit pretty bad. But he'll be okay once he gets medical attention," Bakugou rattled off the words in a cold, slightly panicked voice. Kirishima had never heard him like this. He placed a hand on his friend's uninjured shoulder and squeezed.
"Bakugou, bro, you're injured we gotta get you to a med truck. Come on, man," Kirishima spoke softly, his eyes never leaving the sight of Deku, impaled at his feet.
"I'm fine. Deku's the one who needs help," Bakugou growled, frustration building in his voice.
"Bakugou. There's nothing we can-" Kirishimas was cut off once again by Bakugous frantic words.
"He needs a healer! I tried to keep him talking while we waited for help but he got tired so I've been talking to him to keep him awake. He promised he wouldn't fall asleep if I kept talking to him," Bakugou didn't look up at his best friend as he clutched Midoriyas hand in his. "What are you standing around for? Get him some help!" Kirishima felt a lump form in his throat. He couldn't process what he was seeing.
"It's going to be okay nerd. Kirishima's here! He'll get you some help. Everything's going to be alright, we'll get you home to Gadget Girl and your little nerd. Everything will be okay. I told you it'd be okay," Bakugou had turned his attention to his dead friend in his hands, he spoke quietly, almost soothingly, and the sight almost reduced Kirishima to tears where he stood.
"Bakugou. Bakugou I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," Was all he managed to get out. He patted his friend's shoulder before he turned and walked a few feet away from him, pressing the button on the walkie talkie again. Kirishima reported into Fat Gum, pushing back the tears that threatened to fall as he forced himself to say the words "Deku's dead," before he turned on his heel and went to go stand next to his friend while they waited on help coming. But there wasn't anyone in any agency who could help now. It was too late. Kirishima stood in silence, while Bakugou continued to talk to a corpse.
"Thank you for talking to us Ground Zero. I'm so sorry for your loss," the police officer said as he closed the door behind him. Katsuki Bakugou sat slumped in Gunheads office, his feet outstretched in front of him, his hands shoved into his jeans pockets. He was splattered in blood, dirt and god know what else as he stared intently at the back of Gunheads minty green hair.
He didn't like it. It was the wrong colour of green.
He had been sat in the same chair for what felt like hours, giving his statement to the police and Gunhead, signing forms and other random pointless things he hadn't really paid attention to. He could briefly remember Kirishima insisting on coming back to the Battle Hero agency with him. Bakugou couldn't remember if he had actually come with him though. He'd been bundled into a car and brought here, where the head wound he was sporting had been fixed up by one of the agency's healers before he was thrown into this room. He assumed his friend hadn't come with him, because Bakugou couldn't remember seeing his spikey red head since he got to the agency.
"Bakugou. You need to go home," Gunheads gruff, metallic tinged voice echoed out around the room as he turned around and crossed his arms across his massive chest.
He grunted. The large man before him sighed heavily.
"But first you should probably go wash up. Uraraka will lose her mind if you go home covered in blood," Gunhead opened the door and waved his hand for Bakugou to go first.
The man nodded and got to his feet, never taking his hands out his pockets as he walked into the hall without another word.
"And Bakugou? Take the rest of the week off. Paid leave. Uraraka's off too," Gunhead said quietly as they walked down the hall together towards the bathroom. Bakugou nodded silently again. When they reached the bathroom door, Gunhead leaned against the wall and crossed his arms across his chest again.
"I'll wait for you then drive you home. You shouldn't be driving right now."
"Thanks," Was all Bakugou replied as he opened the bathroom door and headed inside.
Once inside, Bakugou ran his hands through his hair before he turned on the hot tap and stared at himself in the mirror. His blonde hair was matted with blood, his normally lively spikes hanging flat around his face in thin blonde threads. Bloodstains littered his once white shirt which was ripped in multiple places to reveal varies cuts and bruises including the gash in his shoulder that was now stitched closed and covered in gauze, his broken hearing aide still hanging from his ear, wires sticking out of it and tangled in his hair. He reached up and yanked the small pile of wires from his ear and threw it into the trash next to him.
Bakugou stared down at his hands, both of them covered in dried blood, as he tried to figure out how he was going to tell Ochako her best friend was dead and that it was his blood he was needing to wash out of his clothes.
He shoved his hands under the hot water and started scrubbing furiously at them. The water ran a disgusting maroon colour as the dried blood mixed with the warm water, but the more he scrubbed the redder the water became. He grabbed a nearby bottle of soap and ripped the top off it, pouring an unnecessary amount of unscented soap into both his hands.
No matter how much he scrubbed, there was always more blood, constantly pouring from the ends of his fingers as he scratched and clawed at his own hands, ripping the skin around his nails and knuckles causing more blood to drip from him and into the water. He ignored the sting of the soap getting into his wounds, he ignored the fact it was now all his blood in the water. In his head it was still his friends' blood, never leaving his skin the way the guilt of his death was never going to leave him.
Why had that idiot not just stayed where he was, why hadn't he played dead until it was safe? He had a child and a wife for crying out loud. He should be here right now, not Bakugou. He should have been the one Kirishima found in the rubble, He was the one who should have been giving a statement to the police.
Bakugou screamed with rage as he threw his arm out and punched the mirror above the sink. Glass shattered around his fist, clattering into the sink below and blocking the drain, water pooling over the top of the shards. Bakugou glared at his broken reflection in the remaining pieces of the mirror.
He should have died.
He punched the mirror again, blood now pouring from his fist.
He wasn't a husband.
He turned around slammed his fist into the toilet stall, busting a hole in the middle of the door, cheap wood splintering and flying around him.
He wasn't a father.
Bakugou let out a wounded howl as he smashed his fist down into the basin of the sink, ripping it from the wall and water sprayed violently everywhere.
Bakugou continued on his rampage he kicked and punched everything around him, tearing into the walls around him. Deku was a household name, children from all across the world looked up to him, had his poster in their bedrooms. Bakugou was nothing. He was a standard run of the mill hero. No one would have missed him if he had been the one to die. Expect Ochako.
Bakugou stopped, panting violently as he thought of his girlfriend, and how heartbroken she was going to be to find out her best friend was dead. And it was all her boyfriends' fault.
Outside, Gunhead was quietly standing guard as the sounds of Bakugous destruction echoed down the hall. A young man stopped before him, eyeing the bathroom door curiously as silence finally fell across the hall.
"Renovations," Gunhead simple grunted. "Move along." He turned his head slightly as he heard the sound of tearing metal and breaking ceramic. "Now." The man raised an eyebrow at him before he stepped to the side just in time to avoid being crushed.
The door of the bathroom exploded abruptly, completely blowing off its hinges as one of the bathroom sinks was thrown with ungodly strength into it, clattering into the hall at the man's feet, the sound rocking the hallway.
"What kind of fucking renovation is that?" He yelped at Gunhead, trying to peak into the bathrooms open door frame now, only to see a bloodstain man ripping down a toilet stall door with his bare hands.
"An extreme one. Now beat it," Gunhead waved the man away as one of the stall doors joined the sink in the hallway. The man scuttled away, looking over his shoulder one last time as he rounded a corner and left.
The large man sighed heavily, his strong chest heaving with the movement. His heart was breaking for the poor guy in the room behind him. He knew what it was like to lose a friend in battle and he knew Bakugou was going to spend the foreseeable future blaming himself, despite it not being his fault. The only thing he could do for him was to let him take his anger out on his agency's bathroom. He'd much rather he got through that phase than he exploded at home with Uraraka. She was going to struggle enough as it was, she didn't need to deal with Bakugou trashing her home too.
Almost as if summoned by the thought, Uraraka came running around the corner at the end of the hall, her face distraught as her big brown eyes scanned the hallway. They found Gunhead and she bolted towards him as he jogged to meet her halfway, he didn't want her to see Bakugou like that.
"Uraraka! What are you doing here?" He grabbed her firmly by her tiny shoulders and held her in place as she leaned her entire body to the side to try to get a better look at what was causing all the noise behind him, but he held her fast.
"I got a Hero Alert on my phone. Everyone was to report in to assist with clean up. Something about a massive Nomu attack in the commercial district. Where's Bakugou?" She rambled off, still trying to look over his shoulder, but something about her tone told him she knew that the source of the chaos was also the answer to her question.
"Just give him a minute. He needs this," Gunhead said softly. Uraraka looked up at him, her tiny eyebrows furrowed in confusion. But as he spoke the sounds of "renovation" behind them came to a sudden stop. Followed by a confused growl.
"Ochako?"
"Bakugou!" Uraraka pulled away from her boss's grip with surprising ease as she ran around him and threw herself down the hall at the stunned and out of breath Bakugou now standing in the hallway on top of the pile of doors he'd made He wrapped his arms around her and they stood in silence for a few seconds, both gripping each other tight enough to break bones.
A few minutes later, they were both standing in a small conference room that Gunhead had ushered them into, while their boss stood guard outside again. Bakugou stood in silence as Ochako fussed over his injuries, her hands brushing against his wounds gently, her soft finger pads a tiny comfort to him as he battled in his head how to tell her what had happened.
"I got the alert and panicked! I tried calling you but it went to voicemail which made it worse. I even called Kirishima but he just said you were here and hung up. What is going on? Are you okay? Why is everyone looking at me funny since I walked in here?" Her normally soft voice was high and fast, her fear coming out in droves as she spoke.
"Ochako. I have to tell you something," Bakugou whispered quietly, his eyes never leaving her converse covered feet.
"What is it? Bakugou are you okay?" Her hands came up to his face and he leaned into the warmth of her palm before he spoke again. A large thump in his throat threatened to cut off his breathing.
"It's Deku."
"What about him? Was he hurt again?" He finally looked down at her and was met with her big brown eyes scanning him curiously. She thought he was just injured. They hadn't announced his death yet. That made sense. They probably wanted to let his family know first. His family that he'd never be going back to. Because of Bakugou.
"No. He's not injured. Ochako he's-" Bakugous entire body was shaking. He felt bile rise in this throat. He had to tell her. It was his fault, he owed her that much.
"He's what?" Her voice was broke as slow realisation spread across her face,
Bakugous knees gave out, he collapsed to the floor, leaning his head on Ochakos thighs as tears fell down his face in thick streams.
"I'm so sorry Ochako! It's all my fault!" He wailed as he held onto her jeans to hold himself up. His chest felt like it was going to give out, his throat burned with every word he spoke.
"Katsuki?"
"We were attacked. I was corned. He tried to get in the way. I tried to keep him awake but it was already too late. There was nothing I could do! He's dead and it's all my fault! It should've been me!" Every word came out strangled as he continued to sob, his entire body heaving with every cry.
Ochako grabbed Bakugous hands and pulled them off her jeans and he half expected her to walk out the empty room and never come back. But she didn't instead she knelt down in front of him, her hands finding his tear-soaked face again.
"Katsuki, look at me," Ochako said quietly, her voice raw and he looked up to see she was also crying.
"Ochako, I'm so-"
"It's not your fault. And I don't ever want to hear you say that it was again. Or that it should've been you. In a perfect world, it wouldn't have been either of you. But we don't live in a perfect world Katsuki. We live in this one. Deku was trying to save you and I will always be grateful to him for that. I'm heartbroken my best friend is gone but I'm also so utterly relieved you are okay. That might be selfish of me but I don't care. I'm just glad you're here with me now," Ochako pulled Bakugou into her chest and held him tightly as he continued to cry into her, his hands reaching up and grabbing her back as they sat on the floor of the office for a very long time.
Meanwhile, in the hall, Gunhead was still standing guard. The same man from before came around the corner and stopped in his tracks, his eyes darting from Gunhead to the office door behind him.
"That about to get renovated too?" He asked as he made sure to give the door a wide berth.
"I don't think so. But keep walking just in case," Gunhead laughed, jerking his head to the side.
It was a long time before both heroes left the room together, Ochako with her arm around Bakugous waist, almost holding him up. Gunhead said nothing as he walked them down to the company parking lot and helped them both into his car. He drove them home in silence, occasionally peering at them in his mirror to see Bakugou leaning his head on Ochakos shoulder, while she held his hand gently rubbed the back of his bruised and cut knuckles with her fingers.
The large man prayed they would both be okay soon. He didn't think he could stand seeing them like this for long. He was grateful his Hero mask hid his tears. He knew they would help each other through this, and Gunhead was quietly so glad he'd sent them on that mission together three months ago and that it had actually worked in getting them back together, not that he'd ever admit that was what he was doing. And he'd die being the only man who knew that it was all Izuku Midoriyas idea in the first place.