Bakugou didn't see anyone else on his way to the hero. Theoretically that made sense since the attack had been focused on the other side of the hospital, but that in of itself reeked of shadiness.

This was a hospital, what was the chances that there were enough useful combat quirks amongst the staff to contain such a devastating attack until the pro-heroes arrived?

Not fucking likely in his opinion.

The blonde teen licked him lips in thought as he ran up the stairs with a little bit more urgency than before. He didn't like this feeling crawling up his chest telling him to hurry. Something was going on, and Bakugou would be damned if he didn't dig up the answer with his own two hands and figure it out.

Villains just didn't attack a fucking hospital for no reason. And as far as he could tell, their attacks hadn't been focused on the bottom half of the hospital where most of the strong medications were stored, so what the fuck were they after?

Fuck, Aizawa-sensei would probably kill him if he found him wandering around these halls, but Bakugou couldn't just sit back and do nothing. Besides, he was only going to check on the uniform freak anyway, and maybe save a couple of dumb civilians if he found them along the way before he got out. He would be back before anyone noticed him missing amongst the chaos.

Biting his lip hard he almost cursed when his weight shifted accidently over to his not so good leg.

"Fucking hell," he grunted. Had his legs become worse all of a sudden or was it just him overreacting?

'I can't afford to slow down,' he thought. A grimace taking over his face, as he continued to drag himself forward. 'I'm just going to check on him and then I'll go back before Aizawa-sensei returns. Fucking easy Katsuki so stop fucking whining.'

He didn't know why it was do damn important to get to the man, but something was tugging at his very core to get there, and Bakugou hadn't come this far in life to not listening to his gut. That's the only way he had survived living under the same roof as his mom after all. Fuck if (despite everyone's belief that he loved picking fights) Bakugou hadn't given ground to the hag every time shit went out of control. He knew how to back down, and he knew how to carry on. Both skills he learned through his mother's temper and both skills that had served him well on his journey to become the number 1 hero.

"Come on," he told his body, stepping off the last staircase and jogging slowly in the direction of Jeanist's room. "Don't fucking stop now."

Nearing the familiar corner, he slowed down even more. Wouldn't really do to be out of breath when he arrived, and Bakugou almost thanked God for that merciful decision for suddenly-

"Ready to move out boys! The heroes could be here any second so let's go!"

Katsuki froze where he stood. What the fuck?

Silently slinking back behind the left corner, he crouched down low and held his breath. 'Villains where here? Why? And that voice was coming from Best Jeanist's room. The only room in this hall. What the actual fuck?'

What was going on?

Taking a deep breath, Bakugou tried to quickly assess his situation. From the female voice he'd heard, there were clearly more than one villain present. Two males at least and adding her made it three fucking villains. Bakugou knew he was great and all, but he was currently not in the best of shapes and they had a fucking hostage, so reluctant as he was to admit it, he needed to call for help.

"It took forever to put him under you know. Everyone yapping about his rights blah blah blah. Bunch of fucking morons."

Bakugou stilled. They had sedated Jeanist? This was bad. And why did that woman sound so fucking familiar. Her voice was tickling a memory in the back of his mind, but try as he might, Bakugou just couldn't pinpoint that particular lilt in her voice.

"Nicolas didn't want it ya know. But the tubby was ready to put him under if the blonde kid hadn't opened his damn mouth and whined about it. You know how hard it would have been getting him out if he was fucking awake? String us up by our cloths he would."

'Wait a minute.' Bakugou's mouth went dry. 'That sounded like-'

Moving forward carefully, Katsuki held his breath as he peeked around the corner and spotted the villains making their way out of the former hero's room. They weren't even trying to be quiet from the looks of things.

What stole his breath away was the short woman in the nurse outfit though. Eyes zeroing in on her, Bakugou's heart almost slammed out of his chest. Fucking hell! That was nurse mouse! The woman who'd suggested sedating uniform freak when he'd started coughing his lungs out. And Nicolas? What did that even mean? What the fuck was going on?

Bakugou gritted his teeth. It didn't matter now. He needed to do something, and fast.

Because nurse mouse from earlier today was standing in the midst of what he could count was around six fucking villains, casually complaining to a tall man with red main as she dragged out a hospital bed with what looked to be-

Katsuki's stomach dropped. "Uniform freak!" he mouthed, terror seizing his entire body at once.

They were fucking kidnapping uniform freak!

They most have been the one's to orchestrate the attacks on the other side of the hospital all with the intent of getting their hands on the former pro-hero while he was alone and defenseless. Or they were at least taking advantage of the situation at present.

Gritting his teeth so hard he could have snapped bones between them, Bakugou clenched his fists; ignoring the pain that momentaraly flared up from his injured wrist. 'Bastards.'

Fuck if Bakugou was just gonna let them take the man who probably was too weak to even breath on his own and let him be dragged outside the fucking hospital with a bunch of lunatics. He might not be in the best shape right now, but come hell or high water, the only people leaving here today with anyone were these villains in body bags with him.

Katsuki was going to protect Best Jeanist just like the man tried to protect him. He owed him that. It was what heroes did.

He was not letting them take Best Jeanist. Not while he was still breathing.