Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha, that right belongs to the talented Rumiko Takahashi; nor do I own My Hero Academia, that right belongs to Kohei Horikoshi.

He was thoroughly annoyed. He'd refused to go shopping earlier in the day with everyone else. And now, thanks to a group text from Izuku, his plans were being put on hold. And usually, he'd ignore it, but their teacher had also sent out one to get the whole class involved.

He was frowning as he stepped from the store to see the class president and Kirishima. Both looked shocked to see him. Staying silent, Katsuki raised an eyebrow, causing Kirishima to stutter as he tried to speak up.

"Bakugo-san, I presume you got the mass text concerning Kagome being missing?" Iida said.

Tilting his head in acknowledgment, he waited silently for Iida to continue.

"Kirishima and I saw her earlier outside this very store. We called her. And the moment she looked at us, she ran as if we were going to attack her," Iida explained.

Keeping from twitching, he wondered just how stupid these two were. Kagome was a fucking open book. So easy to read.

"And you didn't think her behavior was odd? Or to follow her? Instead, you both wait until someone else, Izuku, no less, to notice? He snapped at them.

The shamefaced looks he got was all the answer he needed.

"Dude, Higurashi is hella fast," Kirishima piped up in self-defense.

That was a fact that Katsuki was well aware of. But they didn't need to know that.

"Well... Which way did she go?" He asked, trying to keep from causing some part of the idiot's bodies from blowing up.

Iida nodded his head at him and started walking in the direction she'd gone off in as Kirishima fell into step beside him, wisely staying silent though he didn't want them with him.

"Do either of you have her number?" he asked.

There was a telling silence again. Serving to irritate him further.

"Uh... yesterday when she left the school, she did tell Midoriya-san it was still the same. Only for him to get a text a few minutes later," Iida said. "Should I ask..."

"No," Katsuki hissed, showing his anger clearly.

Pulling out his cell phone, he swiped his thumb across the screen to unlock it. Closing the mass text, he pulled up his contact list. Aware of the two watching him. Scrolling quickly, he found what he had labeled Kagome under all those years ago. Tapping it, he looked at the cellular number.

Shaking his head as he pressed the call. To him, it was not surprising she'd still have the same number. When the screen showed the call connected, Katsuki lifted a hand for silence. When he did not hear a ringtone, he ended the call. Only to repeat the process after they'd walked a small distance. After four more attempts, he heard it. The annoying custom ringtone by an American band called AC/DC, she had set when she'd gotten his cell number.

'Cause I'm T.N.T, I'm Dynamite.

T.N.T, and I'll win the fight.

T.N.T, I'm a power load.

T.N.T, Watch me explode.

I'm dirty when mean; I'm mighty unclean.

I'm a wanted man.

Public enemy, number one!'

He hated it, but as the chorus and first half of the second verse started, he stopped at the mouth of an alley — the music echoing off the walls. Frowning at how dirty and smelly it was, Katsuki began to walk down it. Calling Kagome's phone again, glad he did, because they'd all just have walked right on by where she hid. She was curled up between two large trash bins, partially hidden by a ripped up cardboard box.

Crouching down, he noticed Kagome's skin was much paler than usual. Her head was resting on her knees. She showed no sign that she had noticed them, or that anyone was near her. He'd seen her like this once before when her grandmother had passed away.

"You're a fucking pain in the ass. Still weak, letting something spook you," He snapped at her, reaching out and smacking the back of her head.

A pained whimper came from her as he heard a dual intake of breath that sounded shocked and angered from dumb and dumber. When her head lifted, Katsuki almost fell on his ass. Her lips were almost white, barely visible. Breath coming in shallow gasps, while her pupils were so blown out that he could scarcely tell her eyes were blue. Whatever had spooked her, had her in a fear-induced panic attack. Meaning she'd be physically violent.

"Geeze, your just as dumb as when we were all elementary kids," He muttered, not taking his eyes from her.

It was apparent that she was still unaware of them or where she was at. Her clothes were covered in filth. Though the way her nose flared, his words were reaching her. Good thing, cause the last thing he wanted was to carry her fat ass.

"An inconvenience is the best way to describe you — a constant problem for others. Always a damn trouble magnet," he growled, standing up. "Are you gonna cry like a sissy bitch all night? Hoping your knight in shining armor will save you?"

Each time he insulted her, more color returned to her face. Eventually, she stood. Harsh but effective. Kagome was so simple. Distracting Kagome from what made her sad or fearful by pissing her off. Worked like a charm every time.

Kagome had just finished standing up when Kirishima spoke up, "Dude, be nice. She's upset and looks like death warmed over."

Katsuki blanched visibly at her instant reaction to those words. Her pupils were shrinking to mere pinpricks, bottom lip trembling as he heard her whispered voice. Sure that that sight would haunt him as he saw the blue of her eyes start to turn a lilac color, mixed with silver. His gut was telling him that was a bad thing.

He was lifting his hands, doing the calculations in his head rapidly. He snapped his fingers and made a minuscule explosion on both sides of her head. The resulting mini concussive blast had her eyes rolling up into her head as she collapsed towards him, which was just as Aizawa-sensei arrived with a very familiar wrinkled older man.

"What was that explosion?" Aizawa asked as he walked toward them.

He was grunting as he shifted his unconscious cargo enough to toss her at their teacher. Who caught her without batting an eye, looking less than pleased.

"She started having another panic attack. I knocked her out. She'll be fine, just have a severe headache when she wakes up," Bakugo muttered, shoving his hands into his pockets.

A loud huff came from the old man, "Better be all that's wrong with her you delinquent brat. I remember who you Katsuki Bakugo."

Snorting rudely, Katsuki didn't even care. The older man was always full of hot air. Had tried purifying him because the senile old fool had thought him a demon once. Of course, Izuku and Kagome laughed for a long time afterward. Even after he'd tried to explode them. Only to realize no quirks worked on the shrine grounds.

Watching as the two adults checked over Kagome before gathering her stuff and leaving. Katsuki looked at his fellow students, telling them silently if they said a damn word, they'd be in a world of pain. He turned and left muttering about how pathetic some people were.

TBC!