Uraraka

A week had past since Deku went missing. Bakugo had come back to school the day after, in a worse mood than ever. Outside of classes he spent most of his time in his room. Kirishima was concerned for him most of all, continuously pestering him to come out, to wash, to eat. Even the woman who was leading their therapy classes - Jiro had pointed her out to me - had come to visit him, but it did little to help him.

I had stayed up that night after we had learned the Deku was missing. I sat at the window by the front door, waiting for him to come through the door, but he never did. Aizawa had come back in sometime after midnight and saw me. He spoke to me a bit, but he didn't make me move, seemingly understanding my worry. He told me that Bakugo was going to be okay and would return soon, that Deku might still come back and that he was happy for me to do what I needed to feel better. He left me alone for a while as I went back to staring at the darkness outside, returning a little later with a blanket for me before leaving for his own room. I was grateful for his kindness and support, but it didn't do anything to fill the hole I felt forming inside me, filling with butterflies, wondering what had happened to him.

Everyone did their best to go about things as normal, but we could all feel the emptiness created by Deku's absence. It even felt uncomfortably quiet not hearing Bakugo's yelling. I never thought I would miss his anger.

Feeling tired and empty I left the evening chatter in the common room and headed for my bedroom. It was dark outside and as I entered my room I let out a big sigh and pressed my back against my closed door and let gravity slide me down to the floor where I pulled my knees to my chest trying to make the ache go away. I hadn't turned the light on yet and sat there for a long while in darkness when I saw my curtain move from the breeze. I never left my balcony open which meant that someone had been in my room. I got to my feet and flicked the light on. Heading over to the balcony I stuck my head out through the open door and looked around but there was nothing there. Back inside I slid the door closed and locked it, pulling the curtains closed behind me. As I turned I slumped down on my bed, but something bounced lightly on the bed beside me. I sat up to find an folded piece of paper next to me.

I opened it to read.

Uraraka,

I'm sorry, but I won't be coming back to U.A

I shot up in my bed recognising his hand writing.

I can't explain it all, but it's not safe for me to come back so I am going away for a while. I don't know when I will be back, but I promise I will come back as soon as I can.

I hope Kacchan is safe.

I'm going to miss you all.

I'm sorry.

It was short and I wanted to know more, I wanted to see him and ask him to explain himself. I wanted to know he was really okay.
Tears streamed down my face as I sobbed. The realisation that he was gone hitting me lick a brick to my stomach.
I had never seen Midoriya give up on anything before, he had grown to be one of the strongest students in our class, so why did he have to stay away.

I got to my feet, wiping my eyes and left the room with determination, holding his note firmly in my hand.

"Uraraka, what's wrong?" asked Hagakure

"Are you alright?" added Ashido as I past them both in the hallway.

I was still crying, but I didn't want to stop and talk so I ran. They called after me, but I ignored them. I didn't stop running until I got to Bakugo's door. I knocked, but heard nothing. I knocked again.

"Go away shitty hair" I heard a low growl through the door.

"It's Uraraka" I declared at the door.

"I don't care. Go away" he grumbled. I wasn't about to back down and let myself in.

"Hey!" barked Bakugo, getting to his feet off his bed as I entered, "what don't you understand about piss -" I slammed his door closed behind me and he went silent. His angry expression changed to one of tense apprehension. He looked me up and down before settling on my tear stained face and he seemed to flinch from the sight.

"W-what's this about?" he asked tensely

Sobbing I held out the letter to him and he approached me more confidently , taking it gently from me and turned away from me as he read it.

"God dammit!" he yelled as he scrunched the letter up in his hand and threw it across the room. He turned back to face me, tears running down his face. I was shocked for a moment. I had never seen Bakugo cry before.
"What the hell is that even supposed to mean?" he sobbed at me. I didn't have an answer for him, I was just as lost and confused as he was. He threw a fist to his wall, yelling and cracking the plaster to reveal broken brick behind. He dropped to his knees in the middle of the room and cried into his bloodied hands, sobbing like a child. The sight broke my heart even more and tears streamed down my face faster than before. I dropped to my knees beside him and wrapped my arms around him as we cried. I had expected him to push me away, but he stayed where he was.

"What's going on in here?" demanded Iida as he threw the door open, freezing when he saw us crying, "Uraraka, Bakugo what's wrong?" he edged closer, not too sure how to approach us.

"Bro?" asked Kirishima concerned as he came in after Iida. He came straight to us and put a hand on Bakugo's shoulder. Lowering himself to his knees beside him he asked what was wrong. Bakugo looked to him with sad eyes, but didn't say anything. Leaving Kirishima with him I got to my feet and crossed the room to pick up the letter and handed it to Iida.

Toshinori

I met with Aizawa early in morning, saying he had something important to show me.

"The students found this last night" he stated flatly as he handed me a crumpled piece of paper. As I read it I recognised Midoriya's hand writing. He was alright, but wasn't coming back. I slumped down into a chair behind me with my face in my hands.

"I can't believe it" is all I could manage to say.

"We contacted his mother this morning and she says she found a similar note last night too" he let out a deep sigh. Aizawa wasn't always the most expressive of people, but I knew he was saddened by the letter.

"It must have something to do with that girl and that armed group" I commented and Aizawa nodded in agreement, "I will be handing that note to the police today" I nodded, acknowledging his words, but I was numb inside. He said in his letter that he would come back, but until then, my student was gone.