"HE'S MINE!" Shigaraki bolted yet again at the blonde in hopes of retaking what was his and destroying what took it. With Bakugou's backup now on the floor bleeding, he had to think of a new plan. He settled on defending himself and his precious cargo until the pros showed up. And when that happened, he'd be free to do whatever he wanted with the greenete. Deku would finally be back in his life and his mouth would taste nothing but sweetness.

As Bakugou got into his fighting position, (managing with a floating person attached to a chain) Shigaraki was already one step ahead. His arm was elevated, ready to touch the blonde at any cost necessary. Bakugou had triggered an explosion that Shigaraki avoided with a scary amount of ease. As one hand reached out to touch Bakugou's arm, the other aimed to grab the chain back from the thief. The taste in his mouth becoming poison as quickly as Midoriya was stolen. It was visible that Shigaraki was loosing all interest in All Might as his heart seemed to crack and crumble with the separation from the greenete. Just as Shigaraki managed to touch Bakugou's arm, the chain was taken yet again, this time by the attacker.

Bakugou prepared himself to feel the pain from his arm as Shigaraki touched him, but it never came. Shigaraki jumped back, satisfied that his prize was back in it's rightful place. All was right with the world again as he touched the cold metal of the chain and reached to touch Midoriya's soft hair. The long awaited encounter with his prize was cut short by yet another explosion. Coughing, Shigaraki managed to speak, "Aren't you supposed to be unconscious," Shigaraki gripped the chain harder and glanced behind Bakugou, "Eraserhead?"

Just as Shigaraki had said, Aizawa was now conscious and had erased Shigaraki's quirk. He was struggling to keep his eyes open as his eyes were dry and blood was making its way to down his forehead. "Get Kirishima and get out of here, Bakugou!" Aizawa demanded. Kirishima was unconscious on the floor, just as Aizawa had been, also covered in blood and open wounds. "Not happening." Aizawa thought he heard wrong. Usually Bakugou would bite his tongue and grumble but would comply with his demands. This time though, he was refusing to the bitter end. "Bakugou, GO! I don't know how much longer I can-" Shigaraki had launched himself once again at Bakugou and this time had made an impact on his skin. "Hehe, gotcha." Shigaraki growled.

"Damnit." Aizawa cursed under his breath. Shigaraki had already begun disintegrating Bakugou's lower arm and moved towards his hand. Shigaraki had began an unhealthy amount of laughing. It looked like he was about to lose it. The assault on Bakugou had been cut short by the front doors swinging open to reveal about a dozen pros. "Damn, the pros are here." Shigaraki complained as he made his swift escape to the teleporting villain, who was witnessing All Might throw the Nomu through the walls of the building.

"Kurogiri, let's go" Shigaraki ordered, holding on tight to his balloon. It gave him some sort of unhealthy peace of mind to know that Midoriya was within touching distance and was being controlled by him. Like some sort of puppet, Midoriya was being strung along with whatever plan Shigaraki comes up with. But it's not like Midoriya even knew he was out in the open, he was unconscious after all. So close to freedom, it was almost tragic.

Shigaraki ended being shot by Snipe in multiple places but Bakugou was more concerned how close the shots were to Deku. His heart was pounding, he could hear it in his ears, and his breathing was jagged. "Deku," Bakugou called out, attracting Aizawa's glances. He stood up, "Give. Deku. BACK!" He yelled at the top of his lungs. Shigaraki paid no attention this time to Bakugou's rant and instead was shielded by Kurogiri's warp gate, Midoriya on his leash as he always was. They made their escape, without the Nomu of course and just by their teeth. It was a risk to even show up, but that was a given. All that mattered to Shigaraki was that Midoriya was back in his possession.

After the pros showed up and the villains fled, the students were round up and taken back to UA to be treated for their wounds. The worst being the teachers who protected the students and a handful of students including the hardening hero in training, Kirishima. All Might was taken to a separate room all together to deflate from his muscle form. Aizawa and Thirteen both needed immediate medical attention, Aizawa especially who needed surgery. After the commotion calmed down, students were to return to the newly built dorms to rest.

Most of the students stayed in the main rooms to talk about the day's events and check in on their friends. While the other students chatted away and checked out their new bruises, the less social members of the class retired to their rooms, Bakugou included. He was mourning how close he was to getting Deku back and how Shigaraki had stolen Deku from him. Two times in a row. Bakugou felt as if he was going crazy. That taste in his mouth was gone by now making Bakugou scowl. He sat in the corner of his room, thinking of what he could've done to get him back. The aura around him made others avoid his room altogether. That was until he heard a knock on his door.

"Fuck off!" Bakugou cursed at the door. Another knock came from the door, but this time they didn't stop. Over and over and over until Bakugou swung open the door. A scowling Todoroki with his hand in a fist hanging in the air stood at the doorway. Todoroki let his arm fall to his waist. "What!" Bakugou more demanded than asked. Todoroki forced his way through the angry blonde and into his room. It was out of character for Todoroki to even talk to Bakugou, let alone force his way into people's rooms. "Forgive my intrusion" Todoroki responded halfheartedly. Positioning himself in the middle of the room, Todoroki turned towards Bakugou, a question on his mind.

"I asked 'what'." Bakugou snapped. Todoroki took in a breath of air. "Who was he?" Bakugou could feel his pulse raising. "What are you going on about?" Bakugou avoided the question. "You know what I'm talking about, Bakugou. Who is Deku?" Todoroki wore his regular unreadable expression. "That's none of your business, Icyhot" The room became significantly colder. Bakugou could see his breath in a matter of seconds. "Bakugou, answer. My. Question."

Todoroki's ice spread from his arm down to his leg and finally to the floor. From the floor, the ice crawled and took over the room, eventually making its way to the walls. The ice ended up covering the door and frosting the window. Bakugou always had a stubborn personality, but he wasn't an idiot. He knew that Todoroki was ready to freeze Bakugou to the flooring of his room to get the answers he wanted. "He's mine." Bakugou finally responded.

"That's not what I want to know," Todoroki growled. Bakugou chuckled, "It's the answer I'm giving ya, Icyhot bastard" The standoff seemed to be getting both of them nowhere. "If you wont tell me, ill just have to force it out of you through other means." Todoroki began melting the ice so he could leave. Once the ice covering the door melted, Todoroki took his leave. "Fuckin' bastard." Bakugou cursed.

A brief memory of the greenete and the sweet taste that crowded every corner of his mouth returned, much less vibrant this time. It was addicting. He began panting with lust and quickly made his way to his own room. Todoroki was hooked. He tried imagining what the angel's voice must sound like, but it was a hopeless endeavor. Nothing he came up with suited the greenete. But the villain, Shigaraki, held onto those chains like his life depended on it. Bakugou too. Maybe it wasn't just him that felt such a way. That wasn't good. The one thing Todoroki wanted in life was just out of his reach. To be able to see him again, he'd do anything. He gripped his ever restricting pants as he locked the door. "Deku" he recalled the name that Bakugou had called the angel. "Deku" he repeated aloud through the drool that dripped from his lips and the heavy pants that escaped his lungs.