Bakugou flung himself out the door. Not even waiting for the car to come to a stop as soon as the smoking building and the terrified fleeing civilians came into full view. Aizawa-sensei wasn't far behind him.

"Bakugou," his teacher called out, rushing of after him. "Bakugou stop."

Katsuki elected to ignore him. Rounding the car instead and putting on a burst of speed to reach the front door as soon as possible.

He didn't make it very far. Strong yet thin material circling his body expertly as soon as he took another step in the direction of the chaos, freezing him in his place. It almost threw the blonde's memories back to his first day at U.A with Deku and his new quirk and first meeting Aizawa, but he quickly shook the flashback off, and started to struggle against the bonds in earnest.

"Let me go," he snarled, twisting his arms this way and that and forcefully pulling at the material with his restricted hands while simultaneously kicking up a storm with his legs.

"Bakugou."

" .go," he snapped. The desperation to save his best friend overriding any common sense he might have previously possessed.

'Why isn't he letting me save shitty hair?' he thought, worry almost clogging his throat.

"Bakugou."

'Doesn't he trust me?'

"Bakugou!"

He couldn't breathe. Everything was bleeding into each other. What was going on. He needed to get out. He needed to save- save who? Red hair. Yes. He needed to save red riot. Shitty hair. His best friend. Why couldn't he breathe again?

Suddenly his face snapped harshly to one side. A stinging sharp pain blossoming against his cheek from where a hand had met it.

'What?' Bakugou thought, slightly dazed.'Did Aizawa-sensei just slap him?'

"Katsuki, kid you with me now?"

Stunned, Bakugou looked up at his favorite teacher who was slowly putting his hand down. "Did you just hit me?" he questioned. More curious than mad.

Aizawa's face pinched at that. Almost as if it had physically hurt him doing what he did to snap Bakugou out of his funk. Bakugou didn't get what the big deal was. He was hyperventilating while people were dying in there, didn't really leave much options now did it.

Aizawa most have seen his train of thought through his eyes, for he sighed and brought the palms of his hands up to cup gently around his face. Bakugou couldn't help but grimace in disgust at the rare, open display of affection, but still didn't try to move away from it at all.

Maybe he just needed Aizawa's grounding presence a lot more than his pride would currently allow.

Either way he remained still, silently soaking up the attention and rare show of affection despite feeling less of a hero for doing it.

"Listen kid," the vigilante-hero finally said, fingers still resting gently against Bakugou's cheeks. "I need you to stay here." Patting him lightly on the red side of his face, he shook his head sadly when Bakugou tried to argue.

"You don't have your hero license, and I can't afford to be distracted worrying about you while in there saving lives. You need to stay here kid so I know that you're at least safe even if nobody else is."

Bakugou glared. But he didn't try to fight him on it, instead nodding reluctantly when met with the man's-tired gaze.

Moving his hands from his face and over to his shoulders at the answer, Aizawa squeezed them tightly in reassurance. Face still drawn in a concerned frown.

Shrugging him off as best as he could, Bakugou deliberately turned away from him. He knew an apology when he saw one, but Katsuki didn't want a fucking apology, he wanted to help.

Biting his bottom lip hard, he tried not to let his teacher glimpse the hopelessness in his eyes. "Shitty-hair's in there teach," he said slowly. Swallowing thickly and running the tip of his tongue over his chapped lips. "He's injured and he's probably not gonna be able to move so-"

"I know," Aizawa said softly. "I'll keep him safe."

Bakugou's lips quivered and he was fighting hard not to let his arms shake as well. "Okay," he croaked, before he grimaced, cleared his throat loudly and tried again. "Okay."

Aizawa nodded, finally letting him go and echoing his words back to him. "Okay."

With that, Eraserhead turned around and took off in the direction of the hospital.

Bakugou watched him go. Stood there, still and unmoving as his eyes followed his teacher all the way til the vigilante-hero disappeared fully behind closed doors.

Then he was up and moving too. 'Yeah right, as if he was just gonna wait around like some dumb kid and watch quietly as some shitstains destroyed a fucking hospital.' He scoffed. 'Aizawa-sensei thought too highly of him.'

Circling the building rather than going through the front in order to avoid getting caught by the man, he quickly pushed his way through the escaping masses and found himself in front of the back entrance of the hospital.

He grinned. 'Perfect'.

Aizawa-sensei might skin him alive for what he was about to do, but that was only if he found out. And he wouldn't, the blonde would make sure of it. Bakugou would be back before his teacher realized he was even gone.

'Besides,' he thought as he ran through the vacant hallways devoid of any scared civilians. 'What was it that fucking Deku always said?'

Meddling when you don't need to was the essence of being a hero

And fuck if Bakugou wasn't about to go meddle right now.