Chapter 17
This wasn't what he pictured, growing up, what his hero career would be like. Uraraka had darted out of his grip replacing it with her phone. She was supporting a whole building of burning people. Criminals. But people none-the-less. And Kirishima.
"Yes. Yes. Approximately five ambulances, three fire trucks, and enough containment units for the jail. Yes. I did. Yes."
It was frustrating, standing there, watching. Katsuki began digging around in his car for something he almost hated, but it kept his hands free. A collar. A communication device, really, but it was still a collar. Katsuki hooked it into his ear, tightened the collar, he pulled on the mask and threw Uraraka hers.
"I'm going in there."
"Remember, most of those people we probably put in there."
"I know, they'll be so happy to see me." Katsuki growled, proceeding to run into a building of people who probably hate him. Well, Kirishima was the first on his priority list.
The flames were worse then he thought they should've been, it was likely someone had a fire-type quirk within the jail. They would have to calm them down first.
Katsuki moved rubble out of his way, Uraraka's quirk would've been really helpful right now. But he knew the place would crumble around him if she left her post. She wasn't someone to just stand there. The place was probably nearing its infrastructure limits.
The red dragon laid underneath some rubble, "Kirishima, where are you?'
A rustle and a groan.
Katsuki moved more rubbish, flames beating their heat off of the walls.
"Don't come near!" A voice snapped.
Katsuki's eyes darted around the room, it was a familiar voice. In an unnerving way. Someone Kirishima had put in here for theft. "Fine, then you come to me."
"I can't."
Katsuki shoved another what-was-the-building out of his way, "then don't complain."
The person's leg was twisted, probably broken, and they were barely supporting a full piece of the wall from falling.
"Can you move?"
"I don't think that'd be wise." The person's eyes widened, examining him whoever, their free hand shifting to something next to them. A flash of red. Kirishima laid unconscious on the floor, his collar flashing. Another groan of pain. It was coming from him after all. The prisoner probably had so much adrenaline rushing through them they weren't able to feel their broken arm yet.
"If it weren't for the collar I think he would've been able to help both of us." The person made Kirishima disappear. Katsuki pushed the blocks out of the way, "Damn right. That collars going now." It crumbled under the heat of his hands, "Why'd you help him?"
"I know who he is. He'd help me. Or maybe it was my niece, her current favorite hero, maybe I just wanted an autograph. A bit laughable and strange, your favorite hero being a criminal." The man shrugged turning back to removing the wall. And failing.
"You better be able to walk. Uravity's outside doing the heavy lifting, I can't carry both of you." Katsuki moved picking Kirishima up, "why were you keeping him invisible?" It would be logical that a lot of the villains would already know who he was. But there was the other motive. Kirishima had put him in here after all.
The prisoner sighed, "I was put in here for petty theft, not murder. In-between being a pro-hero and a criminal, I think he's a being targeted for the quirk experimentation the guards are always whispering about."
Katsuki nodded, Kirishima was probably extremely close to the truth. It had been a good decision.
"Are there other's that can walk?" Katsuki glanced around the room, he needed a headcount on the remaining prisoners and their probably locations. He needed that guard. And he couldn't trust a prisoner with Kirishima's life, not while he was basically defenseless. Katsuki kicked some rubble out of the way. He glanced at the man, he probably couldn't move his free arm with the amount of blood that was dripping out. He pushed the rubble out of the doorway, "How are you holding up?" Katsuki let the man down next to Uraraka, "You even move funny and jail will be the least of your problems."
The man nodded. He was strangely compliant, but being rescued from a burning jail might do that to a person.
"Is that-?" Uraraka turned back to applying more pressure to the jail. Wait-No. She was supporting herself. Shit.
"Yeah, I'll be back." Where was that back-up he called? He reached up clicking on the collar, "ETA of back-up required. Three heroes on scene, one unconscious. One prisoner rescued, number of remaining unknown." Radio-silence, again. He flicked the switch, a waste of time. "Whatever you're doing drop it and get to the county jail." Katsuki growled.
The static flickered, "Give me five minutes. I'll be there."
That work-alcoholic, he should've known he was already working on saving this damn city. "Fine.' Katsuki growled, darting into a building of people who didn't want to be rescued. Most were likely looking to use the chaos as an escape. This was going to be a rough day.
After about an hour of searching he had rescued fifty prisoners, fought twelve, and the cavalry had finally arrived. In perspective only fighting twelve wasn't too bad, other then one had an acid quirk like pinky's which burned his shoe off. He had minor burns that could wait for treatment. Another door. He needed to find-finally a guard. That one that had shoved the lunch box into his hands, their arm spasming.
"If you can don't move it. It's probably broken." He sighed He was running low on bandages and didn't have enough supplies to make him a splint.
"My card won't give you clearances for this door. I've already tried." Katsuki glanced down to the guard's arm. In-between the guard's arm and the dents in the door he would have to assume that something was behind the door.
Katsuki nodded, burning the hinges and then the door knob. He was met with several prisoners: strapped to chairs, fading in and out of consciousness, the smell of burning, and papers laid askew a crossed the room. No wonder the place on fire. He would'v3e wanted to burn the place down too. Whoever was here was long gone now.
It took another hour to clear the prisoners and another two after that to gather remaining evidence. The fire was out in five hours.
"Uravity, fires out and the place has been swept twice."
"Are you sure? You got everyone?"
Katsuki smiled, she was so efficient, "Everyone's out."
Uraraka nodded releasing her quirk and dropping onto all fours. Deku swung around at the noise, panicking in his usual manner.
"Move, Deku." Katsuki sighed, kneeling beside her and pulling her hair out of her face, "You did good."
Uraraka nodded, a glow in her eyes, 'damn right I did.'
"How's Kirishima?"
Katsuki glanced at her side. He was breathing, blood wiped off his head and arm bandaged, likely not broken, but strained. "Who checked his vitals?"
"I did, every ten minutes. He's stable, but still needs proper care. I wasn't going to let them take him in this chaos."
"How'd you accomplish that?"
"I told them I'd bring the whole place down and then their way of escape."
"And I thought you were the hero."
"I am-" Uraraka paused, getting sick again, "it's been a while since I got this sick."
"I'm taking you two back to my place."
Uraraka nodded, stumbling to stand. He caught her, "You can't carry us both."
"I'll support you, the way you supported me."
Deku glanced between them, he turned, "I'll make the formal report."
Katsuki nodded, loading the three of them into the car. He knew Deku was playing ignorant, he had seen his eyes slide towards Kirishima. There was no way he was letting Kirishima out of sight. If the police wanted him, they'd have to show up at his door and fight him.
Katsuki carried Kirishima up the stairs, glancing at Uraraka still leaning on his car, "You can get a shower first, it's on the right. I'll get you a towel."
Uraraka nodded, darting into the bathroom, she was puking again. He should've known she'd get such an extensive back lash for holding up a collapsing building for hours on end.
He set Kirishima on the couch, heading to the kitchen. He flicked on the stove, grabbed a Gingerale, a water, a towel on the way back, and set them in front of the bathroom door.
He headed back to the kitchen pouring water on his face as an attempt to wash-up before switching back to cooking dinner. He was sure he had medicine for nausea somewhere in this kitchen. He would need painkiller too.
The shower shut off and he could hear her feet pad against the floor towards the kitchen, "Um, Katsuki, I-uh-"
"What is it already?' He snapped spinning around.
Uraraka was standing there in a towel above her knees that barely covered her.
Katsuki spun back around hoping the scream of the stove overpowered the one of his brain. "I've got clean shirts next to the couch where Kirishima is." Katsuki stated, fidgeting with the stove. Attempting to make his mind create a distraction, instead of letting it wonder, wondering how smooth her skin would be, his fingers buzzing with the desire to touch to test their theory. He ran a hand through his hair, he had seen just as much skin as that before, he didn't understand why now his brain wanted to know these thoughts. Damn it. He knew her skin was smooth. Why was his brain begging him to reach over and touch her? Damn. The distractions weren't properly coming through.
Katsuki lit the stove up again. He flicked the stove off. Come on. A distraction. A thought anything, like how did Kirishima know about the illegal quirk experimentations? Wait-
"Uraraka, don't get close to Kirishima." Katsuki darted into the living room, between the two. Kirishima's eyes opening immediately he lunched for the first silhouette he saw. Katsuki clenched his teeth the pain searing through his back. Kirishima's quirk had never hurt this much when training, but he was never aiming to pierce the flesh either.
He squished Uraraka against himself, pushing them away from Kirishima.
"Morning to you too." Katsuki snapped, watching Kirishima's eyes widen, registering what he had just done.
"This is the police, open up!"