WARNING: this chapter contains heavier themes of human trafficking and gore.If you were wondering how Bakugo got caught up in this situation, you might be able to guess after this! ;)
The first thing Izuku registered was the murmur of voices. They were distant and unthreatening, so he tried to drift back off to sleep. Then a cold ache seeped into his unconsciousness until it was too invasive to ignore.
Phantom claws traced up his body and tightened around his throat. Izuku's eyes flashed open to meet a smooth cement wall. Confusion tilted his brow, then panic gripped his stomach as memories swathed his mind. The smell of antiseptics and damp metal tinged his nose. He tried to push himself upright, but fatigue and a dull pain wracked his body. He fell back onto the hard surface with a groan.
"Morning, Twinkle-Toes." A voice sneered from behind the rabbit.
Izuku laboriously rolled his head to see the figure of Bakugo lounging peacefully against a steel bed frame. He was using his arm as a makeshift pillow.
They were in a prison of sorts, with multiple cells and a pristine vibe more fitting to a hospital. Everything was sterile white besides the iron bars of their confinement. Bakugo was in the next cell over, staring at Izuku with a neutral expression. The rabbit's mouth was cotton. When he went to talk, his lips cracked open with little pricks of pain.
"Where are we?" His rasp was barely audible.
The wolf snorted.
"Wouldn't you like to know? We're not friends, so don't act buddy-buddy with me." After a short pause, his ruby eyes flashed down to Izuku's body and a tinge of emotion scrunched his face, "I tried to rip your throat out barely an hour ago."
Izuku lifted his hand to feel for damage, but a cool metal bit into his skin. He looked down incredulously to see his wrists were cuffed together with a chain that allowed a surprisingly wide girth. The irony of a detective in handcuffs reminded him of just how badly the situation was out of hand.
Bringing both arms up, he awkwardly brushed the skin along his collarbone and winced. Dried blood crumbled under his touch, but his fingertips met bare skin. At least the device they'd used to shock him was gone.
He gathered energy and painfully propped himself up on his good arm to get a better scope of his injuries. To his surprise, all of the major wounds were cleaned and bandaged. He'd been changed into a new white T-shirt and basketball shorts. He lifted the shirt up to see that the flesh on his ribcage was more bruise than clear skin. Angry red lines criss-crossed his torso.
Bakugo's voice interrupted his examination.
"They sedated you because you wouldn't stop bawling."
Izuku glanced up, but the alpha was now turned away towards the far wall, sitting with his tail curled neatly around him--uncharacteristically at ease with the current situation. From the wolf's demeanor, the omega assumed that they hadn't left the Ring. It didn't seem outlandish that such an establishment would have a modern day dungeon. But something began gnawing at the rabbit. Why was Bakugo anywhere near this place when he should've been in some far off city fighting crime?
"Why are you here?" Izuku croaked. The more he used his broken voice the sharper the pain became.
One of the wolf's ears swiveled to catch his words, but the alpha made no indication of an answer.
Izuku's eyes left Bakugo in favor of surveying the room outside of their cells. The concrete floor switched to polished white tile where the bars ended. It was a fairly cramped space, with only three cells and a small area for an office chair and desk. Tinted windows and an elaborate wooden door marked the front wall. Izuku thought it was decadent for a jail, but then he remembered the first pure alpha he'd met at the club with his fur coat and intricate mask. There certainly wasn't a lack of money in this place. Izuku shuddered, wondering if that alpha's coat had been made with hybrid fur.
He decided to press Bakugo for answers. It's not like the irritable alpha could escape him.
"Why am I still alive?"
A heartbeat passed, then the alpha shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He still refused to face Izuku, but the wolf seemed to come to the same conclusion the rabbit had. It would be easier to answer his questions.
"Unmated omegas are valuable." The wolf stated. A faint growl rumbled the end of his sentence. The omega assumed it was due to his annoyance at being interrogated.
Izuku knew the dangers of being an omega all too-well, but he was still shocked to hear the Ring would stop a fight solely for that reason. Surely a heated battle between an alpha and omega would spur repeat customers? He hadn't been too focused on the crowd at the time, but their cheers definitely seemed enthusiastic. Izuku cringed at the thought. In his mind, he was brought back to that fight. The frightening tangle of limbs and fur that smeared the ground in red. The rising heat that clouded his vision and threatened his thoughts.
The flashback brought up an idea that had the rabbit sniffing the pheromone-free air in confusion.
"Hey, cotton-tail, I can practically see the smoke coming out of your ears. Quit the mumbling." Bakugo snarled.
Izuku jumped, sending another stab of pain down his body. Pink dusted his cheeks when he asked the next question.
"What happened to my heat?" The rabbit asked. It took a very basic knowledge of hybrid biology to know that once a heat or rut started, there was no slowing it down for at least half a week--unless certain needs were met--but for some odd reason, Izuku's mind felt perfectly clear.
"How the hell would I know?!" The wolf scathed, "They treated us in separate rooms."
Izuku wanted to refute that he couldn't have possibly known that if he was unconscious, but the rabbit decided not to press his luck. However, his drive to obtain information was relentless.
He needed to know how Bakugo ended up here. Every fiber of the rabbit in Izuku told him not to trust the wolf, but he couldn't let an old friend go so easily. He decided to start with something that wasn't directly related to Bakugo, but would provide insight on the circumstances that lead to him ending up in the Ring.
"Do they just let predator hybrids buy their way into the cage?" His voice cracked on the last word and Izuku could've sworn he saw the alpha flinch.
Bakugo sighed and looked over his shoulder to affix Izuku with one scarlet eye. "Why are you so annoyingly interested in me?"
The rabbit's eyes widened in reaction to the alpha seeing straight through his plan, but Bakugo continued as if he hadn't said anything.
"They sometimes let their most loyal perverts buy in, yes. But I'm the crowd favorite. It's a job I love, so stay out of my business." His tone was matter-of-fact, but the wolf's ears slightly drew back against his head. The confliction in mannerisms told Izuku that he was being deceitful. He wouldn't be a detective if he couldn't tell that much.
But why would the wolf lie about enjoying something so awful?
"Why you?" Izuku pushed, casting to the side his own rule of not asking anything personal.
"Overhaul likes showing off the hunting prowess of a pure alpha without getting his own fangs dirty." Bakugo displayed his impossibly sharp claws--ones that cut Izuku's flesh like a hot knife through butter.
The scabs on his throat ached.
Izuku considered asking who Overhaul was, but the door creaked open and both hybrids whipped around.
"Overhaul simply doesn't stoop to such levels as the likes of you, mutt." A muffled voice spoke. The form of a lanky man fully dressed in a lab coat, black bowler hat and complete plague doctor mask slunk into the room.
"Yeah, he prefers his bitches like you do all the dirty work." Bakugo scathed--his lips drawn back in a silent snarl.
The mysterious man dismissed the wolf's words with a noncommittal hand gesture and settled into the office chair in the far corner of the room. He unhooked the clipboard from around his waist, propped it against his knee, and swiveled to face Izuku. The click of his pen was like a gunshot in the silent room.
"Now, let's get down to business. My name is Dr.Nemoto, and I'll be evaluating you this evening, omega."
From across the room, Bakugo gave an exasperated huff. His pomegranate eyes raked across the doctor with a venomous ferocity that had Izuku sweating in relief that it wasn't trained on him. When the wolf went to talk, his enlarged canines were more bared than necessary for normal conversation.
"Do you have to do this here," The hostility in his voice could be cut with a knife.
The masked man recoiled as if the alpha's words struck him.
"I will do it wherever I please." He scoffed, raising an accusatory gloved finger at the blond hybrid, "You never seemed to complain when I appraised omegas by your cell before." As if surprised at how heated he got, the doctor rained his hand in and readjusted his tousled collar. "but if you insist on interrupting me I may just have to relocate you somewhere far less savory."
At the inflection of the last word, Bakugo's mouth snapped shut with an audible click. The air huffed from his chest and his shoulder rolled back into his seat with a mechanical motion, displaying a level of hatred for the doctor that could only be earned through past experience. What had they done to him?
Dr.Nemoto appraised Izuku. "I've already taken the liberty of running blood tests and a physical examination while you were sedated. You're quite remarkable, to say the least."
Izuku shrugged and adjusted himself into a more comfortable position. Remarkable was the last word he'd describe himself as, unless the doctor was referring to how remarkably unlucky he was.
The masked man tapped his toes against the ground like an exuberant toddler. "Did you know that you're a very special kind of omega?" He cocked his head in a bird-like manner, "Something hardly documented before." He waved his clipboard in the air, celebrating as if he'd just won the lottery.
Izuku simply shook his head. He was afraid of over answering, and Dr.Nemoto seemed more than eager to carry the conversation.
The masked man made jumbled hand gestures while trying to explain the next part, "You have a mutation in the genetic code for pheromone production. Have you ever noticed your heat and scent glands not working properly?"
Izuku warily nodded, and the masked man continued.
"Of course, it would do us no good to sell a defective omega. I've already got a plan that'll fix you right up. You see, we've been working on something very special in my lab, and I'd love to test our progress." His chest puffed with pride. At this point, Izuku would be blown away if the doctor wasn't an avian hybrid of some kind.
Dr. Nemoto waited eagerly with his hands folded in his lap as if expecting Izuku to question what it was, but when no response came, he carried on his explanation.
"We have a hybrid capable of complete self-regeneration. Harnessing her ability, I believe we can fix the error on your gene and restore you to full working order." His hands raised to frame the rabbit with a "Ta-da!" gesture, akin to a magician expecting applause for a trick.
Izuku's mouth fell open. Dr. Nemoto wanted to remedy the only thing allowing him to live a normal life? His job, his apartment, the friends he'd relied on all these years--omegas didn't have a place in any of that. Even if he managed to escape the traffickers, once his pheromones started working properly, there'd be no running away from the miserable life of an omega.
"Why go through the effort?" Izuku asked. His lip quivered unwillingly, but he pretended to wipe some grime away from his mouth to hide it.
The masked man clicked his tongue, "We have some esteemed clients in line who quite enjoyed your little show in the ring. A sale from one of them could easily fund the rest of our project."
The omega's heart squeezed. "And what do they plan to do with me?" He squeaked, although the answer was blatantly obvious. The whole situation still felt like a dream. So much happened in such little time--he just...had to hear it out loud.
"Eat you, breed you, stuff you and keep you as a trophy, I really don't care. Business is business." The doctor's beaked mask pointed parallel to the floor as he hurriedly scribbled something down in his notes.
This time when the chords of Izuku's heart constricted, an audible cry left his lips. His lungs failed to take in oxygen as the crushing weight of the situation bored down him. His body was exhausted, he hadn't slept properly in days, everything he'd worked for meant nothing, the first time he'd seen his childhood friend almost ended up fatal and omega trafficking was just icing on the cake.
A low growl sounded from Bakugo's cell. Izuku blinked up from his bleary eyes to see the pure alpha slide off his bench and prowl up to the boundary of his cell. He wheeled back and punched the iron bars with all his force, sending a shockwave and accompanying boom that vibrated the room.
"Omega or not--he's not fucking livestock." The wolf spat.
Dr.Nemoto gave a disheartened sigh and turned from his papers, "I don't expect Overhaul's lap dog to get the bigger picture, but please refrain from creating such a clamor."
Bakugo's fists clenched the iron bars and the smell of smoke and fury exploded across the room.
"If you are attempting to use pheromones, they won't work on me." The doctor pointedly tapped his mask. Then he leaned back as if to consider something. "But... I should move the omega out of here before the heat suppressants wear off."
"Heat suppressants?" Izuku gawked. He'd never heard of such a thing before. From the time he breathed his first breath he'd witnessed the shitty life of omega hybrids, unable to hide their heat cycles, ripped from their families and livelihoods to live life serving some alpha. His best omega friend, Ochaco, had accepted the claim of the first alpha she fell in love with to escape such a fate. Nobody fought it, they just came to terms with it as how things were. Hybrid society showed no mercy to those at the bottom of the pecking order.
The masked man leaned forward, making a circular motion with his gloved hand as he elaborated, "Heat suppressants are one of the many essential drugs I manufactured for our business. You received some earlier so that you would be coherent when I came to talk."
Disgust drew Izuku's lips like a string. The idea of them prodding and inserting mysterious drugs into his body while he was sedated was deeply unnerving.
"Why aren't you making them widely available?" The rabbit questioned, "Wouldn't marketing them be much more profitable?"
Dr.Nemoto laughed, a reverberating, hearty chuckle that sounded synthesized through his mask, "Distributing such a drug would create order. Overhaul's goal is to tear hybrid society apart and sew it back together--returned to the way things used to be. We need as much instability and unrest as we can get."
The room rang with silence.
Izuku couldn't believe what he'd heard. There was a drug that could easily end the suffering of countless omega lives and it was being hidden away for...what? Some political movement? Something so horrible couldn't be true. Did this Alpha elitist group really have the power to swindle society?
When Izuku's emerald eyes, wide with worry, fell on Bakugo, any confidence the omega had was stripped away. The wolf was white-knuckling the bars of his cell--his face blanched and contorted in an open display of genuine terror. Izuku knew the hot-headed alpha attentively held "weak" emotions like fear and pain under lock and key, so no way would the wolf let something slip in front of an aggressor. The distant sheen in Bakugo's eye told Izuku he knew something more than what the masked man was letting on--something that shook even the battle-hardened wolf to the bone. Whoever Overhaul was, he was dangerous.
Izuku needed to find out why. The police had to be notified, no matter the cost.
Dr. Nemoto pulled the smooth black fabric back from his wrist to reveal a silver minimalist silicone watch. He clicked his tongue, a sound that was beginning to wear on Izuku's sanity, and tapped a finger against the small screen in an appalled manner.
"Look at the time." He whistled. "I have to get you ready to be shipped in three hours. It will take me at least half that time to prepare the gene corrector. Hmm… I guess I will have to complete the interview as we go. Not ideal, but I have worked under worse circumstances."
The masked man unhooked a chain of keys from around his belt, eloquently rose from his chair, and tapped across the room to Izuku's cell.
"W-Wait!" Izuku stammered, "I'm going now?" A nervous heat rushed to his face at the sudden change of pace. He hadn't had time to think of an escape plan yet with the haziness from the fight and sedation licking his brain. With growing urgency, he flipped through old training memories like pages in a book, searching desperately for something that could help.
"Please stand and face the wall." The doctor insisted, a soothing cadence veiling his words.
Izuku was anything but reassured, but he'd be damned if that self-important hybrid saw the wobble to his knees. The handcuffs chattered loudly against the bench when the rabbit rolled to his feet. His wounds might burn like hot oil, muscles shaking and long past spent, but it was nothing compared to the turmoil of emotions wracking his exhausted brain. All he could think to do was compliantly turn his back and hope that by some miracle an opportunity would arise.
Agonizingly slow footsteps approached, then cool gloved hands gripped his elbows and began leading him backwards.
Despite his helpless situation, Izuku laughed to himself thinking about how careless the doctor was being. For starters, whoever put him in handcuffs didn't know what they were doing, because if they'd done it properly, his hands would be back-to-back restrained behind him, not loosely palm-to-palm in front. His range of motion was completely unhindered by the metal restraints. Maybe they figured he was just your everyday dumb omega who'd see the handcuffs and think it was impossible to escape. He supposed that in the state he was in, he probably didn't look too capable of fighting back anyways.
He considered taking the doctor out, (it didn't seem like too much of a challenge if his boney fingers were a testament to the rest of his physique), but if he did manage to put up a resistance, what was waiting for him outside of that door? He couldn't risk making rash decisions. The omega was going to wait until he saw what he'd be getting himself into.
As they passed by the Bakugo, Izuku slipped a final meaningful glance to the blond alpha. Their paths split here, but the rabbit sent a silent promise that if he managed to escape he'd be back for the explosive wolf and every other victims of the club.
Unexpectedly, Bakugo's face twisted with fury. The wolf snarled, then gurgled deep in his throat and spat a sizable wad through the air with surprising force, narrowly missing the omega and wetly collided with the body behind him. Izuku couldn't tell who the alpha had been aiming for, but it probably didn't matter to Dr. Nemoto, who'd ended up the victim.
The grip on the rabbit loosened as the doctor went to wipe the slime from his mask.
"You may look like a dog but that doesn't mean you must insist upon acting like one." Dr. Nemoto scoffed.
"Consider it a gift." Bakugo barked, a sly smile raising half his face. His smugness told Izuku that the wolf had hit his mark on the bullseye--so he'd been aiming for the doctor after all.
"Let us not forget that you are on incredibly thin ice for nearly damaging our little treasure in the Ring." The doctor threatened, relinquishing Izuku's elbow to make grand gestures towards the rabbit's injuries, "You seem to overestimate Overhaul's patience. He bought you and he can dispose of you just as easily. In fact, I think I overheard him rattling about adding another installment to your collection of scars."
The wolf flinched at the masked man's words, but his crimson eyes burned brighter in defiance.
Izuku wasn't sure how to process what the doctor said. What did he mean that Bakugo would be punished for hurting Izuku in the Ring, wasn't that the alpha's job? His stomach sank at the thought of Bakugo being tortured because of him.
Despite his lack of a better plan, the rabbit omega knew he couldn't leave his old friend for whatever gory fate that entailed.
Leaving his cautious plans in the dust, he swiftly brought an elbow forward and drove it harshly into the doctor's gut. The man gasped and staggered backwards--and the rabbit spun to face him. Following the strategy Bakugo had used on him during the ring, Izuku didn't give the man any time to recover before arching back and delivering a high kick that strained his stitches and shot the doctor straight into the bars behind him.
Bakugo's guilt over hesitating in the Ring was an all-consuming fire in his mind. He had the chance to give the rabbit mercy--an escape from the very thing taking Izuku away in shackles now--but it had slipped through his claws like a shitty fish in water. Out of all things, his fucking pheromones had to be what ruined everything. For once, he wished he wasn't such a royal screw-up. It had been his inescapable weakness that led to him being taken as a glorified executioner, and it would be his weakness that sent the starry-eyed omega away with a one-way ticket to hell on earth. Images of the light in the rabbit's forest eyes, the bounce of his puff-ball tail, the swish of his ears, and the irritatingly apologetic sling to his words flashed across the red haze in his sight. Those qualities would slowly be broken and stripped away in the life fated to him now, and it was all because he hadn't been strong enough to still the jade rabbit's heartbeat. He had directly experienced what would happen if Overhaul found out Izuku was an omega, yet he still hadn't done the one thing he owed Izuku after all those years.
So when the rabbit reeled back and kicked the bastard "doctor" into the bars, he knew it was damn time his good-for-nothing ass started to make up for it.
Izuku barely saw it happen. One second, Dr. Nemoto stood wheezing from the force of the impact. The next, deadly fingers had the hybrid pinned to the bars by his throat.
"Hands where I can see 'em." The gruff voice of the wolf sounded. His claws dug deeper, cracking a long line up the black plague mask.
The Doctor shakily dropped the keys and extended his arms out to either side of him. Without further warning, Bakugo took his other hand and snapped it down on the side of Dr. Nemoto's neck. The hybrid slumped over like a deadweight--sending little bits of eyeglass in every direction. Izuku gazed at Bakugo with infinite questions in his eyes, but the alpha just shrugged as if he'd done something incredibly mundane.
"What's the plan now, Thumper?" The wolf grumbled, his gaze flitting across the room.
The rabbit honestly hadn't thought that far ahead. He winced at how unprofessional that was, but now that they had the creepy doctor down, there was no turning back.
"We're escaping." He stated.
Izuku hopped over to the discarded keys. As he bent down to pick them up, he noticed the doctor's jacket rose in even strokes-- a sure sign that he was still alive. He felt very conflicted feelings about the deep down part of him that was wishing he was perfectly still.
When the rabbit looked up to find the wolf's unreadable scarlet eyes trained on him, he couldn't help but question why the alpha who'd set those same bloodied claws in his throat would risk it all to save somebody like him.
"Bakugo, why did y--" the omega started, but the wolf flinched away, as if the simple words caused him a great deal of pain. For an instant, the emotion and sorrow hidden deep within the endless depths of those pools of red flickered to the surface, but the alpha's face solidified into an impenetrable fortress just as fast.
Bakugo huffed and folded his arms over his broad, black t-shirt clad chest. "So are you gonna come unlock me or just wait for him to wake up?"
It wasn't until the alpha warily broke eye contact when Izuku snapped back to reality. The omega turned beet red and apologized profusely for spacing out.
He stole a glance over at Nemoto, then backed out of the cell and locked the door behind him--sealing the doctor inside of his own prison. Even in such a dark time, he couldn't help but smile after putting a criminal behind bars.
He hurried over to Bakugo's cell, but indecision froze his hand before it reached the latch. He'd just met the alpha for the first time in years, without so much as a sentence between them throughout that time. The wolf's words and actions didn't really seem to add up, his temperament was more explosive than ever before, and he hadn't seemed to hesitate before lunging at him with canines bared. Sure, there was obviously more to the story, for example, the doctor mentioned Overhaul buying Bakugo. Maybe the wolf was being forced into it-- but even knowing that, could Izuku really trust him to not turn on him when faced directly with the eluded punishment that Dr.Nemoto shut him up with? Escaping surely meant going against everything Bakugo had been held to during his time in the Ring.
The rabbit peered through his lashes to see the profile of the wolf at the other side of the cell. He wore a laxed expression, one that held his eyebrows at a neutral angle, completely at odds with his typical resting b-face. His spike-fluffed tail hung in the air without a single bristle or flick. The only indication of the wolf's true feelings rested in one ear trained attentively on the rabbit--eagerly waiting for the omega to make a decision, without being too obvious about it.
The rabbit understood exactly how much restraint it took for Bakugo to silently let him think. Though he might grow to regret it, in that moment, Izuku knew exactly what the right choice was.
The lock clicked open.
Izuku paused at the door to see Bakugo's reaction. The wolf's stoney expression didn't shift, but...was that a wag to his tail? It was so faint that the rabbit thought he'd imagined it.
Bakugo brushed past him into the small office space.
"Well, we've got almost a 0% chance of doing this," the wolf mumbled, "but maybe I can get your sorry ass outta here."
Izuku turned to cautiously eye the alpha. "You're coming with me, right?" He questioned.
Bakugo noncommittally shrugged, his face slightly angled away from the rabbit to stare at the door. "I can handle myself."
The rabbit wasn't quite sure how to accept that vague response, but they were on a timer.
"You seem to know this place." Izuku started, "So do you have any idea how to get out?"
The wolf's eyes flitted back and forth as he thought, as if viewing an invisible map.
"This is the main holding room where they bring hybrids after they check out of the infirmary. I've never been allow--I mean, I never felt like leaving, so I don't know the exact location of any exits, but many hybrids carried the fresh scent of the outside when they passed by my room. We can start by looking there, it's just down the hall."
Bakugo sniffed the air, then wrinkled his nose as if he'd been assaulted with an offending scent.
"Damn-the doctor wasn't kidding, I think the pheromone suppressants are starting to wear off." His ruby eyes flashed down to the floor, "and—FUCK, you're bleeding again."
Izuku looked down to see drips of the metallic liquid scattered across the floor. On his right calf, the one ribboned by Bakugo's claws, the bandage was scarlet--completely soaked through. In the back of his mind, he'd felt the stitches pop when he kicked the doctor, but it had been the least of his worries at the time. There were a multitude of other aches and pains across his body, but he'd have time to nurse his wounds later.
"I-uhh...barely feel it." The rabbit stammered. He stepped forward, but found that the movement was sluggish and uncoordinated. He mentally willed his muscles to move, but whether it was from injury or exhaustion, they refused to obey.
"Well, you're not going to get very far with that leg, dumbass." Bakugo growled.
Before the rabbit could argue any further, the wolf grabbed the hand on the side of the omega's bad leg and pulled it high over his own broad shoulders. The other alpha's hand wrapped behind his waist and Izuku squeaked. The omega vaguely remembered learning this carry during PE at the school they used to share. It basically made Bakugo a human crutch, but the height difference caused Izuku to stretch into him a little closer than usual.
"I'm not sure if this is really necessary." The rabbit mumbled. An embarrassing heat bubbled up to his cheeks.
He could feel the rumble of Bakugo's chest as he spoke. "I'm not having some lame house-pet slow me down. Would you prefer I sling you over my shoulder?"
"NO!" Izuku blurted. The alpha's laugh reverberated against his fluffy ear. It was a slightly reassuring sound, but the omega wasn't sure if the wolf was genuinely happy or just concealing his apprehension for the coming task. Normally, he could smell the pheromones to get a good grasp of emotion, but Bakugo was doing the best he could to rein them in for the poor omega's sake.
The wolf stepped forward, testing their mobility.
"Nobody but the doc and a few researchers come down this way, so let's make an all-or-nothing run for it. If somebody gets in the way I'll knock em out before they know what hit them." He said.
Together, they hobbled over to the doorway and pressed their adapted ears against the frame. Izuku wasn't sure about Bakugo, but he was certain that his funnel-shaped ears would be able to hear footsteps if they were headed their way.
"The coast is clear." The rabbit assured. The the wolf grunted his agreement.
The latch was on Izuku's side, so he gingerly rolled it back as Bakugo pushed the weighted door open. The pair awkwardly stumbled through the tight door frame, a movement which required the rabbit to grip tightly onto Bakugo's shirt to avoid falling.
The hallway was dimly lit with fluorescent lights, with smooth white flooring and countless doors spanning down both directions. No approaching shadows or voices came from either walkway, so Bakugo led them down the right side without stopping. At first they barely moved faster than a crawl, but much like a three legged race, the farther they went the more they developed a rhythm. Soon, the duo was rushing down the corridor, passing plain aluminum doors and medical equipment. It wasn't until they reached their first turn did they slow their pace. It was impossible to see if somebody was coming down the corridor, so the hybrids had to stop and listen carefully before proceeding.
"My room is right up here. There's something that I need to grab." The wolf was incredibly quiet, leaning so close that his breath tickled Izuku's ear.
The rabbit nodded in acknowledgement, knowing that Bakugo understood how little time they had to waste, so it had to be something important. Together they crossed the threshold into the next hallway. It was a mirror image of where they came from, with smooth vinyl flooring and uniform decorations that went on for ages until cutting off into another turn. Exactly how big was this place?
Bakugo pilotted them to the third door to the left, which sat perfectly under one of the fluorescent lights. The wolf maneuvered them against the wall and slid out from under Izuku.
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