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Off in the distance, I can hear something. A cry for help, or of pain, I can't tell, but the name I hear is one I know. "Kaachan!"

I smile as Bakugou's face comes to mind, the memories we've shared, and I'm oddly at peace now. Even with Dark Shadow literally seconds away from sending me to an early grave, or the fact that Midoriya's last memory of me will be my weak body writhing in pain on the ground, I feel okay.

Although only a moment later is when I feel something follow that echoing scream. Even with my eyes closed, I could see it coming.

A flare of heat engulfs me, and I hear Dark Shadow exclaim something, but between the ringing in my ears and the blood spilling out of me, I can't tell what it is. The death grip that surrounded me vanishes and my body begins to fall backwards to the ground. I can feel the wind moving around me and I'm falling fast enough that I'm sure the ground will embrace me before whatever, or whomever, saved me can.

But a pair of arms pull my body close before landing on the ground and once we've stopped moving is when I force myself to open my eyes. They widen almost instantly as I see Bakugou staring down at me with a concerned gaze.

"You good?" He asks and I can't find it within me to answer him verbally. I feel my throat constricts and water pool in my eyes as relief washes over me. I nod to him before ducking into his chest, my uninjured arm cupping the back of his neck as I finally let go of the fear that I tried to bury for so long. My sobs are muffled, and his gym jacket soaks up my tears, but he doesn't pull away in disgust, nor does he reel back from embarrassment. Instead, his arms tighten around me, and I hear him whisper to me, "It's okay, I got you. I got you,"

I tighten my hold on him, digging my fingers into the hair on the nape of his neck, my heart fluttering at his words. Pulling myself closer, I feel his hands shift to keep me there, his face leaning down to give my head a couple of small pecks as he repeats this mantra, "You're okay, you're okay. It's alright, I got you now,"

As he looks me over, I can tell that he's noticed the numerous injuries I'm suffering when his body visibly tenses. Darting from my ankle, the scuffs and cuts littering my exposed limbs, to my blood-soaked shoulder, I see his eyes darken and I panic.

"N-no, Katsu-he didn't mean it-"

"Don't," he simply says, pushing off of his knee to a standing position, arms securely holding me to his chest. He glares down at me, but I know it's because he doesn't want me to cover for Tokoyami. "He still hurt you, don't make excuses for him,"

Leaving no room for argument, I move my head back against his chest as I try to relax after the evening's events. "Kaachan, is she okay?!" Bakugou looks over his shoulder, but his eyes look past Midoriya's shaky form and instead focus on Tokoyami. Turning around, he walks over to Todorki, gently handing me off to him as Bakugou says, "Drop her and I'll kill you,"

Todoroki fumbles for a second, getting a solid grip on me as he expresses his discomfort, "Wait-hold on, I don't think-"

"Shut up," he cuts Todoroki off, not even looking back as he continues his trek to Tokoyami. I groan in pain as I try to peer around Todoroki's body to see what Bakugou is going to do. I don't have to wait long when Tokoyami looks up at him, nodding as he begins to say, "I understand that you're angry-"

The sound of Bakugou's fist colliding with Tokoyami's jaw breaks the sentence and I squirm in Todorki's arms, "Katsuki, don't!"

"ANGRY?! YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW THE HALF OF IT!" he seethes through clenched teeth, using his opposite arm to punch the other cheek. I shout, scold, and beg Bakugou to stop, but he ignores me as he continues to wail on Tokoyami relentlessly, "SHE COULD'VE DIED BECAUSE OF YOU! BECAUSE YOU CAN'T CONTROL YOUR OWN QUIRK!"

The more Bakugou fights, the less Tokoyami tries to resist, letting him vent his frustration as each strike hit their target. He looks so broken, guilty, and I can't watch anymore, "Put me down," Todoroki peers down at me, but just shakes his head, "No, you're hurt, and I was told to watch over you,"

"I wasn't asking," I bite back, making Todoroki sigh as he starts, "Chiharu, I said-"

Arching my back, I'm able to get enough momentum to roll out of his arms and land on the ground, "Shit," I quietly groan, but force my body to roll onto my stomach and start crawling. "Chiharu-"

"Eat me, Todoroki," I call over my shoulder, knowing that Bakugou is too distracted to notice my presence right now, let alone hear me arguing with Todoroki.

As I crawl away, I am unaware of what's occurring behind me. Todoroki steps forward in order to grab me, but it's Midoriya that stops him by placing his hand on Todoroki's shoulder. Without breaking his gaze from my form, Midoriya tells him, "Let her go,"

Taken aback, Todoroki turns a bit to face him, "If I let her continue like this, Bakugou will-"

"No, he won't," he says, giving Todoroki a confident, but tired grin, "Kaachan can't say no to her,"

While he doesn't agree with it, Todoroki has no argument against his words, and because he doesn't know what else to say, he listens. He stops going after Chiharu and watches in the distance with Midoriya as the scene unfolds.

"DO YOU THINK THAT WHAT YOU DID IS OKAY?!"

Tokoyami's face jerks to the left as Bakugou lands a punch to his cheek.

"TO HURT A CLASSMATE WITH YOU QUIRK? TO HURT HER?!"

Another punch forces Tokoyamis face to turn the opposite direction, the skin red and irritated from the force behind every hit.

"YOU'RE GONNA PAY FOR IT! YOU'RE GOING TO GET EVERY BIT OF PAIN YOU CAUSED HER RIGHT BACK!" He shouts, lifting his arm for a final blow, but as he tries to deliver the punch, it freezes in place. He struggles against the hold for another moment or two, but groans as he calls out, "Chi, let go of me,"

Turning his head, he sees my body leaning back enough to be just slightly off the ground. Using my body weight to hold him back, I keep a tight grip on my alloy wraps, which are coiled around his forearm. Sweat drips down my temple as I put most of my weight on my right leg to stay up, but I shake my head at his request. "I won't let you hurt him, it's my fault that he attacked me in the first place,"

Bakugou scoffs, "As if, he's just another student that can't control his own quirk. Now let me go so he can learn a lesson," he pulls against me, the force pulling me upright, but I bend my knees and coil the alloy around my wrist for a better hold.

Taking a moment to catch my breath, I stare him down as I say through gritted teeth, "There won't be anything to learn if he's unconscious,"

His eyes narrow at my defiance, but not one to back down from a challenge, Bakugou wraps his own wrist around my wrap and gives them a strong tug. I slide forward, grimacing as I feel the inside of my palms get clammy, my forearms burning from the strain I've put them through all day.

"Shit," I say to myself, getting my footing back, but look up to see Bakugou getting another handful ready to pull again, "Let it go, Chi. You're already tired as it is,"

Squeezing my eyes shut, I breathe deeply, bring the alloy wraps around my forearm again and pull as hard as I can to move him closer. His boots grind against the dirt and rocks, the determine look in his eyes drops as he gets his bearings back. Once he does, he looks back up at me, our eyes connecting like fire meeting oil. The tension rising between us that we haven't felt since we first met. Sticking to my guns, I tell him, "It was my fault,"

"And I say it wasn't," he argues, taking a step forward at the same time as I do, mirroring the other's movements. "You'll need to get through me if you want to get to Tokoyami,"

With a final step from both of us, Bakugou and I are only two steps away from each other, having closed the distance between us. The power play we have going on comes to its climax.

My breathing is labored, but I don't break eye contact with him, letting him see just how serious I am. We pause, waiting for the others next move, but as Bakugou watches me, I can tell he's internally struggling with what he should do. His conscious battling with his pride.

His conscious winning the fight, Bakugou drops the alloy wraps, the slack making them pool at his feet, but this action has a negative outcome. By letting go of the wrap that we both held so tightly, the death grip I had on the same material sends me to the ground. "God damn-"

I hit the ground face first before I can even finish my sentence.

A/N

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