Chapter 19

Izuku had no idea what to expect when he came home. Kirishima and Kaminari helped bring Izuku in as Bakugo stood behind them, his arms crossed over his chest, trembling like a leaf. As they came in and Kaminari helped move Izuku to the bathroom, Kirishima looked over to Bakugo, moving him forward. "Go, help clean him up." He patted his back and Bakugo nodded, stepping forward, his eyes wide on Izuku.

"You disappeared from right in front of my eyes." Bakugo whispered, his hands reaching out to cup his cheeks, and Izuku relaxed, leaning into his hands. "I didn't know what to do." He whispered, seeing Izuku lean forward to press into his chest.

"Well, come and help me clean off, then take me to bed?" Izuku cooed, moving to press himself to Bakugo's chest, seeing a soft smile slide onto his face.

"That sounds wonderful." Bakugo leaned down, kissing him softly before he turned him, escorting him into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Izuku dropped the blanket Kirishima had put over him in the subway and looked down over himself, shivering as he remembered why he was being pushed into the bath first. "Sorry. I'm disgusting." He whispered, and Bakugo shook his head, pulling his shirt off as well.

"You're fine. You're perfect." He smiled, pulling Izuku close, though as Izuku leaned in close, laying his head on Bakugo's chest he noticed something and closed his eyes to keep from panicking.

He knew he left a very dark hickey on his chest. It was still there this morning, but now it was gone. The bug was a fake.

And Bakugo was missing.

Izuku let out a deep breath before he looked up, seeing the soft smile on him before he gave a quick punch to his gut, but he held back no power, sending the man through the bathroom door, sending chunks of wood into the hallway as 'Bakugo' hit the hallway wall, his head hitting hard enough to leave a dent in the wall.

Kirishima yelled and ran over, running between the two as Izuku stepped closer, staring in fury, his hands clenching at his sides. "Move." He whispered to Kirishima. "He doesn't have the mark I gave Bakugo last night." He looked down, seeing the one on the ground still, staring up in surprise.

"It healed! It was just a little mark!" He yelped out, leaning back and Izuku stepped closer, glaring down at him.

"Then tell me where it was?" He growled, reaching down to grab the man by his bicep, yanking him into the air.

While Kirishima desperately wanted to fight, the fact that the man panicked and looked around in thought told him that Izuku was right. "Where is he?"

"Crawl!" He yelled before turning to try and run, startled when instead another punch was thrown into his stomach, forcing him off his feet, the only think keeping him from laying on the ground Izuku's grip on his arm that was visibly bruising.

"You fucking crawl, asshole." Izuku growled, seeing his eyes widen in shock.

"How..." He swallowed, regaining his footing as he fought to back away.

"Kaminari, call Aizawa. Kirishima, if he so much as moves, help me smash him." Izuku growled, slamming the man against the wall. "I already thought I killed you once. Tell me where Bakugo is or I'll finish the job before your saviors get here."

"You wouldn't dare. The only think keeping me alive is the knowledge that I know where he is!" He yelled and Izuku squeezed, watching on with no remorse as he felt the meat of his arm squish and tear beneath his fingers, the bone beneath splintering, earning a scream of pain.

"Look, another arm." Izuku reached for his other arm, staring with more joy in his expression than anything, watching for only a few seconds before he squeezed again, though halfway through he turned his hand, breaking the bone halfway between his shoulder and his elbow clean, leaving it at an odd angle, hanging limply.

Izuku felt joy. Payback for all the torment, for taking his innocence, for leaving him scared half to death, it left him with a euphoric smile as he reached both of his hands for the man's throat, earning a scream of panic as he stumbled away, smacking hard into the wall.

Kirishima reached for him, grasping to Izuku's arm, swallowing nervously. "You shouldn't do this." He muttered, trembling. As many villains as he'd stopped, he'd never seen a hero with that look on their face.

"He shouldn't keep Kacchan from me." Izuku giggled, his eyes wide, insanity twisting his face into something the other could only scream at before he slid down the wall, crushing away.

"He's asleep! I'm not after doms! You know that! He's in the alley behind the restaurant! As soon as it had been searched by the cops I dropped him there! When you disappeared, it was quickly looked through." He whimpered, staring up and Izuku frowned, a bit disappointed his fun was stilled, but he realized something.

"Who was working with you?" He looked over, seeing him still. "You couldn't have been with me and kidnapped Kacchan at the same time. Who was working with you?" Izuku turned towards him, moving to his knees, crawling over.

Though the sight was usually what he seemed to love, at the moment he was terrified of Izuku coming anywhere near. As he moved closer, a hand moving to crush his ankle, the man whimpered, shivering at the pain, though instead of the fast smash, he slowly crushed it, letting him savor the feeling of the bones grinding and slowly pressing to crunch into each other. "No one helped..." He whimpered, trying to back away. "It's another support item, like the dolls in the restaurant. He saw you at the back of the restaurant and then he was rendered unconscious with a soundwave that forced his brain to reset. No one helped. Help me! Please!" He changed tactics, looking up to Kirishima, begging for help, leaning forward.

"That's my best friend you let disappear." Kirishima whispered. "You fucked up."

"He's bleeding all over the carpet!" Kaminari groaned, running to get spot cleaner, leaving the man realizing that as far as heroes went, he found the wrong group to ask for forgiveness after harming two of their own.

All the same, Izuku waited until the police got there and watched as the cuffs were put on him, shifting his appearance to its original form, the same man he'd shifted to before. "And hopefully I will never see you again." Izuku cooed, staring, the gleam in his eyes sending shivers down the officer's spines before he went to the front entryway. "I'm going to get Bakugo." He turned to Kirishima, who nodded, and before anyone could contest it, he was gone.

It wasn't more than a few minutes before he landed on top of the restaurant and jumped down behind the place, looking around. There wasn't much there, a dumpster and a few small trash bags, though nothing that he really looked at seemed a good place to hide a whole person. "Kacchan?" He called out, looking around, hearing a groan at the name and turned, heading towards the sound. "Kacchan, where are you?"

"Deku?" He heard and Izuku rushed over, finding him tucked behind the dumpster, trash bags laid out on top of him to keep him hidden, though in the shadows it didn't look like enough to hide someone beneath.

Izuku grinned, tossing the bags off as he grasped Bakugo, pulling him out and hugged him tight, earning a shock of surprise from Bakugo before Izuku leaned back, looking into his eyes before he pulled down the neck of his shirt, confirming the hickey on his chest. "It's really you this time." He smiled, the tears in his eyes startling Bakugo terribly.

"Deku? What... happened? You're hands..." He swallowed harshly, seeing him nearly drenched in blood, both fresh and dried, with circles under his eyes and a look of insanity in his eyes that left Bakugo worried.

"It's not mine. He's gone. He took me home, but he didn't have the mark I gave you." Izuku patted his chest, and Bakugo swallowed thickly.

"Are you alright?" Bakugo looked at him, watching the look on his face before Izuku stilled, swallowing nervously.

"I hurt him." Izuku whispered. "I thought I'd killed him, but then I went home, and it wasn't you with me. I hurt him." Izuku watched as Bakugo nodded.

"Is that everything?" He asked softly, and Izuku stared, starting to tear up.

"I enjoyed it." he whispered. "I broke his arms and his ankle and I didn't feel any regret. He wouldn't tell me where you were." He looked down, a bit ashamed of himself, feeling Bakugo's hand reach for his cheek. Izuku looked up, watching Bakugo, hating the worry in his eyes. "I'm sorry."

"Let's get you home, and then we'll talk about that." Bakugo sighed, pulling himself to his feet, stumbling as he fought to orient himself, not completely recovered from the shockwave he'd gotten yet.

Izuku grasped him to keep him from falling before he picked him up, holding him like a princess. "Please bear with me." Izuku smiled as he jumped up, heading back home.

By the time they got back the police were waiting to get a report from Izuku, surprised to see him come back with a dazed and disoriented Bakugo in his arms, and after getting him alone and having him report everything that had happened, but they warned Izuku that there was a chance that he may end out with a criminal charge for his darker interrogation methods.

Bakugo came in and stared at the blood stain on the floor, Kaminari and Kirishima explaining everything, including the reaction of the officer that came up from the pit in the sewer he'd been held captive in. It all lead Bakugo to the same thought, and it was one he feared.

After the police left, Bakugo took him in and did what was intended before, stepping in the shower with him so they could both clean off, though after, instead of going to bed like Izuku was hoping, he was confused and a bit worried when Bakugo got them dressed to leave. "We need to get you to the hospital for a bit."

"I'm fine! I'm not injured at all!" Izuku smiled, sneaking in close. "I swear, you saw me! I'm fine!" He watched anxiously, and Bakugo sighed.

"You're not." Bakugo looked down, seeing where Izuku's hand still held to his arm, a hold he'd refused to drop since he'd pulled him out from behind the dumpster. "You thought you killed someone, Deku. And when you found out you didn't, you didn't have any problems with hurting him."

Izuku stared, the hopeful look in his eyes dissolving into worry. "I was scared. What if he killed you? What if the last thing I got to tell you was I'd be alright and then that bastard killed you instead?" Izuku stared, tears welling in his eyes. Bakugo sighed, wrapping his arms around him, not wanting to fight on it.

"I'm not saying your logic is wrong. I'd probably have burned him to a crisp, but I want you to be checked. I want you to talk to someone to make sure that you're okay." Bakugo whispered, cupping his cheeks, and Izuku teared up before nodding.

It wasn't what he wanted, but Bakugo knew it was needed, and after talking to a few therapists, they felt it would be best to keep him for a few days to help him talk through a few of his issues. While Izuku fought them on it at first, with a set of bracelets on to stop his quirk, they were able to take him back fairly easily, and Bakugo stared, praying he'd done the right thing. "You said it should only be a few days, right?" Bakugo asked softly, looking over, and the doctor nodded.

"It should be. It's hard to know for certain. You're welcome to come in during visiting hours, but since he's not wearing your collar, he's not on your family registry, we can't allow you in as a spouse, even if you are a fated pair." The doctor warned him, and Bakugo sighed.

"Can I pay for extra therapy sessions for us together?" He looked over, and the doctor stared, a bit surprised.

"Well, with the way everything happened, him getting so much trauma so quickly after things started with you, I honestly think that would be a great idea, and it would be a great way to let him know he's not being abandoned here." The doctor said, the words themselves leaving a pit in Bakugo's chest.

"I wouldn't. I just need to make sure he's alright. He always has the brightest smile, and to see it twisted like it was..." He swallowed nervously, his hands trembling as he wrapped his hand around his arm where Izuku had been holding him. "I don't want to lose that side of him."

"We'll do our best." The doctor sighed, patting his shoulder. "It may take years of therapy to get completely through it, but this is the best place to start." He watched as Bakugo nodded, obviously not feeling any better at the words. "Let's go set up his schedule and make sure we have all of his symptoms checked in so we know where to start."

Bakugo again nodded, numbly following the doctor down the hallway, his hand nervously feeling over his wrist.