Hello everyone! I apologize in advance that this will also be a short chapter but to make up for that, the next chapter is much longer in comparison. I'm also considering uploading that one early. Otherwise enjoy:)
Halfway across the world, Hisashi sat in his office. The only light emitting from the multiple computer monitors in front of him. Papers littered the whole room but they were mostly scattered across his desk. He rummaged through them until he stumbled across his phone, noticing that there were multiple missed calls from Inko. He listened to the messages and started to seethe. Normally he had kept better tabs on his son, even from a distance, but work had been extremely busy lately with all the experiments he had been asked to oversee.
Inko's messages revealed that Izuku was in a bad state. He wasn't eating, drinking or speaking. Mr. Midoriya had sent a lackey to keep tabs on him for the rest of the day at minimum, only to find that when he finally did speak to someone, it had riled him up so badly that he slipped back into a half dead like state. Not to mention All Might was lurking around looking guilty as hell. He ran a hand through his black, disheveled locks. He quickly dialed the number on his phone, knowing that Inko would be asleep by now. "Hi, honey. I got your messages. I'll be on the next possible flight out. See you soon." Hisashi hung up and pressed both his palms on either side of the desk. He hung his head and sighed in defeat. He was worried for his son, and he only knew of one way to help.
He dialed his phone again, impatiently tapping his foot. The incessant ringing seemed to last an eternity before he heard a click on the other end.
"Master, I need a favor."
Tomura Shigaraki sat at the bar, angrily scratching at his neck. If steam could come out of his ears, it would be. "You want us to kidnap an injured kid? From a hospital?" His red eyes bored into the blank screen.
"Consider it a favor."
Shigaraki slammed his hands down on the bar, propelling himself to a standing position. "Since when do you hand out favors?!" His body was shaking from anger. Though his head and shoulders were slumped like normal, red eyes glared at the screen from under his blue gray hair.
Anger slightly tinged the man's voice. "When it interests me." The anger slipped away and a new searing coldness took its place. "Are you questioning me, Tomura?"
All tension left him and his body somehow slumped even more. "Of course not, master."
"Then lets move forward. I think the boy could be useful." There was almost a smirk to his voice. "Kurogiri."
Eyes were suddenly turned to the man who had been standing behind the bar. He was an older gentleman but you wouldn't be able to tell as his body was wrapped in a purple gas like material. The man nodded and opened a warp gate in front of the blue-gray haired man-child who stepped through.
Bakugou sat in class not really paying attention. His red eyes kept glancing back the small boys desk, careful not to show much emotion. His mind kept replaying the events of the previous afternoon is his mind.
'You're not sorry. You're guilty.'
He was right. He did feel guilty. He knew in his heart that he was the reason Izuku jumped. He mentally berated himself. How could I say something so stupid?
'I don't want to be a hero anymore.'
These word ripped Katsuki to his core. All Izuku had ever dreamed of was being a hero and he knew this. No matter how many times he put the boy down, he would always stand back up and keep pushing. His resolve was unbreakable. Or so he thought.
He couldn't help but remember the dead look that reflected in the green haired boy's eyes. Something had changed although Bakugou couldn't quite place his finger on exactly what it was. His spirit was still there, it had just changed somehow. Over the past month, he realized many things about his past that he had come to regret. He was supposed to be trying to become a hero, and he broke his childhood best friend.
The other thing he had realized; Izuku was better than him. Maybe not in ways that Bakugou normally paid attention to before, but he understood now. This made him angry unlike his regular angry persona. It made him loathe his behavior over the years. And himself. He decided he would go to see him again today. He had to talk to him about his irrational decision and try to bring him back to his senses. He owed him at least that much.
The blonde, spiky haired teen walked to the hospital the same as yesterday. Only this time, his feet carried him with determination. He would make Izuku come to his senses, even if he had to kick his ass to do it.
Katsuki walked through the double doors of the hospital, a small carry out bag in hand. He had decided on the way that picking up Izuku's favorite food as a small peace offering was probably a good idea. He remembered when they were kids that his favorite meal was katsudon and he guessed that the hospital food probably wasn't all that great.
As the elevator inched up the floor, Bakugou mulled over things he could say to try and sway Izuku back to his old self. He stepped out , still looking down in deep thought. Once he rounded the corner to the correct hallway, he looked up only to stop dead in his tracks. The once timid boy's room was surrounded by police.
Mrs. Midoriya was sobbing so heavily that she could barely catch her breath in between. Two police officers were basically the only things keeping her standing, while trying to console her. Katsuki stood frozen, red eyes ogling Inko in complete shock as his mind ran wild. The look on her face only equated to one thing in his mind.
Everything in the blonde boys hands dropped. He ran forward as fast as he could, bursting through anyone who got in his way to the room. Once inside he stopped to examine the room briefly only for his heart to sink. Everything was quiet now, the bed was empty and the sheets were thrown to the side. Small splatters of blood were on the sheets and the floor.
"Where is he?" It came out almost at a mumble but his voice broke regardless. No one answered. He knew everyone was staring at him which only angered him more. Tears started trickling down his face. He clenched his teeth and his hands simultaneously, his breathing becoming labored. The room was spinning. Izuku was gone, in what capacity he didn't know, and he was panicking.
One of the male police officers slowly walked toward the distraught boy, reaching out a hand. "Kid?"
Bakugou was shaking, both from emotion and the tightness he had been holding in his muscles. He whipped around facing everyone, face twisted in pain. "WHERE IS HE?!" His voice broke and the sound was filled with tears and pain. No one moved and he snapped. "Where is he?!" He repeated the words over and over yelling it out like he was calling for the green mop headed boy. He pulled at his hair and was gasping for air in between each word. His hands were popping dangerously close to his own head.
Two cops ran over and grabbed him, trying to calm him down and keep him from injuring himself in his panic. He kicked and thrashed, continuing to scream the words over and over. Inko briskly walked over to him. "Katsuki?" He continued screaming and writhing in the two arms trying to contain him. She placed both her hands gently on either side of his face, forcing him to look at her. His red eyes met her green ones, filled with tears and incredible amounts of pain, his bottom lip quivering with each ragged breath. They were just like Izuku's. "Katsuki, you have to calm down."
He broke. Everything came crashing down and the explosive blonde child broke. Tears poured consistently now as broken sobs fell from his lips. "Where is he." He muttered one more time as he fell to his knees. His head hung low as the cries wrenched everyone's heart, including Inko's.
She kneeled down beside him and gave him a tight hug. "I don't know, honey." She whispered through her own tears. Bakugou couldn't even process what she had said through his own turmoil, but he hugged her back grabbing fistfuls of her shirt as they wept into each other's shoulders.
