When Aizawa finally arrived Bakugou was already waiting for him outside. Hands stuffed in his pocket and face permanently etched into a frown, he watched silently as his teacher got out of the car slowly and made his way over to him.

"Relax Aizawa-sensei," he said when his teacher came to a stop at the bottom of the stairs, the most unimpressed look in his eyes. "I just stepped outside a minute ago."

"You shouldn't have stepped outside at all," the vigilante-hero muttered, making the trek up the stairs. Bakugou scoffed at him but didn't say anything else. It wouldn't really do to piss of his homeroom teacher after he just woke him up and made him drive all the way to the hospital.

Standing on one step below Bakugou's level, Aizawa took to carefully checking him over for injuries before saying anything else. "Anything I need to know kid," he asked, nodding to himself slightly pleased that his student hadn't gone and got himself half killed.

"Fuck no," Bakugou bit out. "I didn't fucking get myself hurt in a fucking hospital teach, what do you take me for?"

Aiwaza sighed throwing a casual arm over the boy's shoulders. "I can never tell with you. You could have just as easily picked a fight with a nurse for all I know."

Bakugou scoffed up at his teacher but choose not to shrug Aizawa off. Something Eraserhead might have noticed but did not comment on. Bakugou silently appreciated him for that.

There was a reason why he was Bakugou's favorite teacher after all. Not that he would ever tell him that. God knew Katsuki would rather face the league of villains again before ever admitting to something that humiliating.

"Let's go," Aizawa said, beginning to lead his young charge to the car he'd parked in front of the hospital.

Quietly they both got in. It wasn't a comfortable silence that surrounded them as they closed the doors behind them, but it certainly wasn't an awkward one either.

Fastening his seatbelt Bakugou leaned his head against the tinted window and allowed his eyes to fall shut, letting the movements of the car almost lull him to sleep, as Aizawa pulled out of the parking lot and turned it in the direction of the school.

They drove like that for a while. Bakugou slowly drifting between wakefulness and a state of oblivion, while Aizawa seemed mostly content with keeping his eyes on the road and mouth shut. Bakugou liked it that way. In his sleep addled mind he found it nice that someone wasn't talking his ear off for once. Not like the morons he hung out with daily that couldn't for some reason keep their mouths shut for even a second. It was a welcoming change of pace.

Of course, it didn't last long as Aizawa sadly opened his mouth to eventually to talk to him.

"How was Kirishima?" he asked casually.

"Good."

Aizawa only hummed in reply, which Bakugou quickly translated as a silent invitation to elaborate further. Aizawa was like that sometimes. Just when Bakugou needed it the most. He never forced him to talk and always made sure he had room to back out of any conversations if he wanted to.

Bakugou doubted All Might could ever have that kind of tact despite being his role model and idol.

Maybe because his homeroom teacher wasn't forcing him to say anything is why Bakugou said what he said without thinking. "I think Best Jeanist is going to die teach."

His teacher's fingers stilled from drumming against the wheel for a second. "Why do you say that?" the man asked, tone careful not to betray any emotions.

"Because I killed him," was Bakugou's lightning fast reply, not an ounce of hesitation in his voice. He still refused to look at his teacher. Eyes remaining closed and face tilted away.

"Did you blow him up?" there was certain level of curiosity to Aizawa's words, enough to make Bakugou snort in surprise and open his eyes.

"Seriously sensei?" he asked. "I just told you I killed the former number four hero and your first question is how I did it?"

Aizawa shrugged. "Don't keep me in suspense Bakugou. Did you or did you not?"

"No," Katsuki snapped incredulously. "I didn't do anything to him."

Aizawa had been observing him from the corner of his eye and with his outburst looked away "Then how is it that you killed him exactly? Do you have a telekinetic ability that you have yet to enlighten me about?"

His teacher wasn't taking him seriously.

Crossing his arms, the blonde scowled murderously at his teacher. "Stop trying to be funny Aizawa-sensei," he said with a frown. "You're fucking terrible at it."

"That's your opinion," his vigilante pointed out. "The other heroes think I'm hilarious."

"Well that's not fucking concerning at all."

Aizawa snorted at that, clapping a hand quickly over his mouth to muffle the noise, shocking the shit out of Katsuki in the process.

'He didn't even know Aizawa -sensei was capable of laughing.'

Now grinning widely at him, Aizawa suddenly reached over the seat to ruffle his hair. The action both rough and affectionate in nature.

"You didn't kill Tsunagu you brat," he said. "He's a pro hero. It's the job of a hero to risk their lives. It's our job to run into the fire for you kids and the public. We signed up for this. Don't undermine his sacrifice by making it about you."

Aizawa's eyes softened slightly at Bakugou's own widening eyes meeting his at those words. With one last pat he let his arm drop before Bakugou had the opportunity to swat it away. "You wouldn't want someone to take away your sacrifice after you go pro now would you?" he finished.

"No," Bakugou said reluctantly.

"There you go kid."

Further conversation was interrupted however, for a deafening boom shook the ground they were driving on all of a sudden. Clutching at the door handle to stop himself from being flung forward, Bakugou's head shot up as he pressed his face sharply against the window, letting his eyes scan the scenery outside.

'The distant sound came from behind us', Bakugou noted, horror settling into his bones.

His stomach dropped. Suddenly feeling nauseated as all the lighthearted emotions he had been feeling talking to his teacher washed away quickly. 'He couldn't be this unlucky could he? It just wasn't possible.'

But a quick call to Aizawa-sensei following soon after the explosion, confirmed all his fears. Snapping back into a professional mode, the vigilante-hero answered some rapid fired questions coming from the other side of the phone, while also asking some of his own.

Before Bakugou even had a chance to decipher the one-sided conversation, the car had swiveled around recklessly and back towards the direction they came from. Aizawa gunning the engine and pushing the car as fast as it would go.

"The hospital?" Bakugou questioned. His own words sounding distant and unsure even to himself.

His teacher nodded sharply. Fingers gripping tightly around the wheel and taking a sharp turn to avoid oncoming traffic. "Yeah," he answered. "It's under attack."