Chapter 23

Katsuki swallowed, it didn't take a genius to figure out that they were about to be absolutely demolished if no one moved, and soon. Even if they did move they were likely to be demolished either way. Aizawa scanned over each over them, likely criticizing their decision not to move or get rid of his vision already. "I'll get straight to the point, I've been sent to kill Uraraka, Take Kirishima's arms, and torture Bakugo. Do you understand the situation you're in?"

Kirishima activated his quirk, but allowed Bakugo to push him a few steps backward, Uraraka took the advantage to be the vanguard in their formation. Aizawa's eyes dropped towards Kirishima's anklet. "That'll take some explaining. But you guys found yourself in a worse situation than possible."

Uraraka lifted her arms shifting to a defensive position, "Sensei." Her face was stone, but her voice shook.

"What are you going to do?"

Uraraka took a breath steadying herself, "Katsuki, get Kirishima outside."

"Huh? That's ridiculo-" His eyes dropped down towards the anklet. The minute Kirishima stepped passed his door the police would be notified. And he was sure that Deku had put all the proper precautions and warnings to tell the cops that if Kirishima's anklet went off it was something dire. "Are you going to take responsibility if they throw him back in jail?" Katsuki turned reaching to pull Kirishima away from the fighting knowing that Kirishima would completely throw himself in to it to protect them. Kirishima was gone, darting towards the back door. "Kirishima! Don't! Fuck-"

"Sorry, I don't think fighting Aizawa-sensei without alerting anyone is a great decision!" Kirishima smiled at him, all the while sticking his foot out the door. The anklet shifted in color releasing a twenty-second warning for him to get back inside.

"Idiot! Get back in here!" Katsuki snapped, glancing between Uraraka preparing to fight Aizawa and Kirishima sticking his foot out the door. Both were bad situations. He turned towards Aizawa, "I just wanted to make breakfast!"

If he hadn't spent so much time with Aizawa he would've mistaken Aizawa's facial expression for annoyance, but there was the smallest glimmer of affection that flashed through his eyes. Aizawa moved himself to the couch, "she never specified how fast to get the task done."

Uraraka kept at the ready. "Someone should look for her, the last record said within the classroom, the distance likely expanded, but I don't imagine by much." Her eyes moved towards Katsuki, "Kirishima needs to be in the house when the police arrive."

"I'm not going to let you fight him in my house, in fact-"

"She'll get away, you need to work like a group."

"Be quiet. You're the enemy right now. And I know you taught me better than to listen to you."

Aizawa hid a trace of a smile, moving his hand towards the remote and flipping through the T.V. channels. He stopped at the news. Katsuki swallowed. They were screwed. "I know I like to sleep, but who told you to bury me?"

Uraraka's face palled, "Sensei-" Her voice was barely a whisper. Even he would've choked on the words to say. Kirishima wasn't coming back inside one way or another, he was determined. As long as Kirishima came back inside when the police got here, he was sure they would let this one occasion be ignored.

He moved in front of Uraraka, "You've been dead for four years." Uraraka glared at him for his lack of sensitivity. Katsuki shrugged, "He was going to realize he was a rotting corpse eventually. You already knew, didn't you?"

"Katsuki, get back," Uraraka whispered, reaching towards him.

"Huh? You do realize what he said he was sent here to do right? If anyone should be getting back, it's you!"

Uraraka moved him several steps back anyway, "Which is great, but if you've noticed you fight primarily using your quirk."

"And you don't?"

"I have hand-to-hand combat training."

"So, when did you two start dating?"

The both reddened, glancing towards the teacher ready with denial, Aizawa's scarf flung in between them. They dodged.

"This is what you get for being distracted!" Uraraka snapped, skidding backward towards the picture frames. The shelf shook, she pushed it back up, carefully moving the picture of him, Kirishima, and Raiz.

"How the fuck are we supposed to fight him?"

"Police have been alerted."

Katsuki felt his eyes shift to Kirishima, his quirk rippling throughout his skin as he prepped to join in the fray.

"No, you stay there. You can't be covered in someone else's blood when they get here."

"I'm not just going to stand here while you two fight our teacher!" Kirishima shouted.

"I don't have time to argue-" Uraraka darted passed him, lunging for Aizawa. She dodged one of his blows. Obviously, he wasn't trying his best. Katsuki wouldn't put it past him if Aizawa had wanted to see if they had improved even a little bit in his absence. She was going hit for hit with Aizawa, backing him out of the doorway. Likely she had planned to get him outside.

"Your quirk won't work on me." Aizawa moved, blocking one of Uraraka's blows, she skidded back keeping her arms in the defense position before lurching for him again.

"I don't need it to!" Uraraka launched her palm towards Aizawa's face, he narrowly dodged, his ankle almost contacting her own. Aizawa turned his eyes towards Katsuki just in time to extinguish one of his explosions, pulling Uraraka's attention. "Stay back- "

Aizawa pulled her down with him, reaching for his knife near his back pocket, Katsuki slammed himself against Aizawa. He brushed himself off, readying a defensive position. The knife left behind in his doorway.

"That woman's too cruel." Uraraka pulled herself up, taking a moment to dust herself off.

Aizawa launched back towards them, "You'll face people who are crueler in your lifetimes, keep moving."

Katsuki blocked the knife, Kirishima between them, "Don't block a knife with your arm!"

Katsuki stumbled backward, drawing his hand through the grass to balance himself, "You two get back!" He snapped.

Uraraka kept her hands in the defensive position while sending him a glare, "we all know you're the target, why you do you have to be so reckless?"

Katsuki rustled a hand through his hair, "I'm the target? They want to kill you and take Kirishima's arms! How am I the biggest problem?" Katuski snapped. Kirishima dropped to one leg, still looking towards their teacher. Katsuki's eyes shot to the anklet, it was likely releasing a sedative to get his quirk under control before the police arrived. Katsuki grabbed Kirishima's arms, dragging him back to the door.

"I'm okay, I'm not going to let- "

"Be quiet." He pushed Kirishima back, hoping that he would just stay inside. It was unlikely. Katsuki knew that Kirishima had always had his back, it was unlikely that he was going to suddenly change now. Aizawa's eyes turned back towards Uraraka, binding cloth already around her arms. Uraraka was being dragged towards him.

Katsuki grabbed the knife from the porch, darting in-between them right before Aizawa was able to reach her. Cutting the binding cloth Katsuki pushed Aizawa down to the ground, the knife hovering above his throat. The knife shook in his hands. It was unsteady.

"If you don't there's a lot of people that are going to get hurt."

"I know, dammit! You don't need to remind me! That doesn't make it easier! How am I supposed to do this to Raiz, too?!" Katsuki pressed his hand into Aizawa's neck, if Aizawa was trying he would've gotten him off already. He would've won. They would've all been skewered the minute he opened the door. "I wanted to save him…. I want to save you."

Aizawa's hand wrapped around the knife's handle, "Right now you can't save me. A lot of people will be hurt in the time you spend trying, but keep trying, save Raiz."

Katsuki lowered his head, turning it away from Kirishima and Uraraka, his grip tightened on the knife lingering over Aizawa's throat, "Sensei, I can't-" He struggled to suppress his voice from cracking. It was the softest he had ever heard his voice.

Aizawa rolled his head over, a faint ghost of a smile on his face, a glitter in his eye that someone who hadn't known him for several years would've picked up, "Remember to save yourself, too."

Sirens wailed in the distance.