"What's going on? Real funny. Now put me down, man!" Denki tried his best to play it off as a joke but that didn't stop him from feeling terrified.
"Have you not figured out that I lured you here on purpose?"
Fuck.
Kan's expression was smug, "My original plan was to have Shinsou here instead but I should have guessed Aizawa would take him in his group. Fortunately, you're the next best thing."
Kaminari struggled against the blood bindings. There was no room to move and his quirk was weakened by earlier use and the lack of space to send it out. Vlad was standing just far enough to be out of the small range he did have.
"Just cause I'm dating Shinsou doesn't mean Dadzawa likes me!"
Vlad sneered, "You see? A perfect example. You all call him ' Dadzawa' like he's some precious family member."
"Dude, of course he's family. Unlike some people he protects and cares about his students!"
"I strongly suggest you keep your insolent rambling to yourself." Vlad lifted his hand and slightly tightened the blood holding Denki against the wall. "Or do you want me to finish this quickly?"
Denki gulped. "So this is all because you're jealous of Dadz- uh, Aizawa-sensei?"
Kan dropped his hand, to the great relief of the blonde, "It's not as simple as jealousy. If it was mere jealousy then it would mean I envious of his abilities over mine. But this? This is an injustice. I am everything he is if not better, and yet there he is living the fantasy life I've always wanted."
Kaminari did his best to problem solve, "Uh, at least you have a dog?"
"He has three cats."
"Buy two more dogs?"
Vlad had stopped listening. Now caught in his own thoughts. "If anything I'm far more well-known than him, but who has the family? Who has the famous class? 1-B never makes the news, much less as often as yours does." The two bottom incisors that stuck out of his mouth ground against the rest of his teeth audibly. "I put in the same amount of work, if not more, but we never get the limelight. Even principal Nezu prefers his class to mine. He's said so to my face. Why should we be so overlooked? Why am I never ahead of Aizawa?"
Kaminari's eyes went wide, "Are you joking? If you kill me because of a dick measuring contest I'm going to haunt the fuck out of you."
The blood surrounding Denki tightened further, and he'd fully admit he had sort of walked into that one.
"You are a child. You could never understand what it's like to be second place so constantly. Always behind the rest no matter how much you work and how long you've tried." He clenched his fist, but it luckily didn't make the blood trap around Kaminari any stronger. "The bastard even beat me in age by two days."
Denki felt that one was petty as fuck, but he'd keep his mouth shut. He couldn't afford to lose any more breath. Maybe he could try and meet him halfway.
"Dude, I get it. I'm last place in class. Everyone thinks I don't care but I try really hard!"
Vlad scoffed, "a poor grade in math is hardly the same as living your life constantly looking at the backs of your peers as they move past you."
"But-"
"He has a partner and a son, regardless of his cold demeanor and uncaring attitude. When we were in school together he was always receiving attention from other students. They admired his quirk and considered his aloofness interesting instead of rude." Kan's eyes started to look more sad than angry, "What does it say about me if someone like him has everything I want but these things always seem to evade me?"
Kaminari was pretty confident that it was a rhetorical question and either way he sure as hell wasn't going to tell Vlad what he thought.
"You're doing this because you're lonely?" Denki kind of pitied the guy, "You get that Aizawa-sensei cares about you, right? Like, considers-you-his-friend kind of cares."
Kan shook his head. "That only adds insult to injury. It's easy for someone to be kind to others when they have a warm body to come home to. Yamada and Shinsou are the home he's always wanted, and like everything he wants he's gotten it."
"You want him to hurt like you are."
Vlad stared him down confidently, "I'm not just doing this for me. I'm doing this for my class."
"I don't think your class wants me dead."
"Don't speak as if you know anything about us. We all see how your class turns a blind eye to mine. Are we not enough competition to merit attention? I even saved Aizawa's ass at the press conference about how stupid your class has been and got no thanks in return. No support and, as always, no notice of 1-B."
"Don't you think this will be kind of bad press?"
Vlad smiled, "There's no such thing as bad publicity. 1-B will become far more spoken about after this."
"It's okay to be lonely, you know?" Kaminari mumbled.
The silver-haired man put an almost paternal hand on Denki's head and ruffled the blonde hair, "It's too late for me. I'm not going to have that family anytime soon, if at all. I've come to peace with that. All I can do now is show the others what it feels like. For once they'll know what it means to not have something precious."
Kaminari could feel his breath getting shorter, he could still inhale but only in short bursts. He felt his ribs ache against the pressure of his bonds, and all he could think about was Shinsou. How much he was going to miss him, and how he hoped the boy wouldn't be too sad. His family too. His mother and father had plenty of kids, so maybe they'd be okay with losing one.
No, they wouldn't. No one is going to be okay.
His sorrow was so strong he could almost imagine the purple haired boy waiting in the hall that led to this wretched room.
Wait…
Beautifully alive, and not at all a figment of his imagination, Hitoshi was crouched next to the doorway primed to attack. He wore his battle gear and an expression so cold and vicious that it made Kaminari shiver.
The two met eyes and Denki had to fight to keep the relieved smile off his face. He didn't know how long the boy had been there, but he couldn't be more happy to see him.
Shinsou slowly mouthed the word 'why' and Kaminari couldn't understand what he meant. Did he expect him to stop being attacked and explain the situation to him?
...Oh!
He wanted him to ask Vlad a question. He had even brought his voice changer with him- he could only assume he had Aizawa or Mic to thank for such forward thinking.
Kaminari tried his best to subtly let Shinsou know that he understands. The only problem now was the timing. In order for it to work, Shinsou would have to speak and Denki would need to immediately move his mouth to match him. It was only one word so he had to get it perfect the first time. Vlad would know right away that it was a lie if he didn't look like he'd said it. It was going to be a close call.
The blonde quickly brought his eyes back to meet Vlad's. The man couldn't get suspicious of what he was looking at or the whole plan would fall apart. Kaminari knew it was his job to set things into motion.
"I just have one question, Kan-sensei."
Vlad pulled his hand back from the boy's hair and raised an eyebrow.
Leaning his head forward, and shielding his eyes with his hair, Kaminari looked at Shinsou to see him mouthing a countdown…
One
Two
Three
"Why?"
Vlad frowned, "Haven't I been telling yo-" and then Denki watched his face go slack and his eyes blank.
Shinsou ran forward, "Let Kaminari go!"
The teacher robotically pulled the blood off the blonde and brought it back into his gloves. Denki fell with a thump onto the cold floor, gasping for the precious air he'd had so little of. It only took him a few seconds to recover enough to spring up, run, and wrap his arms around Hitoshi. "Holy shit, thank god you're here!"
The two boys embraced in a tight hug. At first, Denki wasn't that keen on being restricted so soon after he'd been trapped by the wall, but it made all the difference when he got to smell and feel the warmth of boy he loved around him.
Shinsou reeled back, pulling Kaminari with him, "Get away! I'm losing him!"
The boys watched the teacher start to shake before he pulled free of Hitoshi's control. "Clever thinking, but your quirk is child's play to get out of."
It was an understatement to say Kan was really fucking pissed.
Kaminari shoved Shinsou backward towards the door, "Back up!" and once he was sure his boyfriend was out of range he started to pool his electricity with impressive speed.
Vlad caught on to his plan and charged forward with his blood wrapped around his chest. Denki remembered that blood would greatly mute his electricity, but his training with Mic had taught him the importance of moving around your opponent. He dove to the side and dropped to his knees before throwing his hands out to send a big shockwave towards the teacher.
The man grunted as it hit his legs, and staggered back from the force. Kaminari could tell he needed to up the voltage if Vlad was going to go down. He pushed himself further, feeling the heat of his electricity starting to feel sharp on his skin.
Still, Vlad moved forward. Slowly, and with obvious pain, but nonetheless advancing. Kaminari had spent more than enough time with that blood quirk to give up now.
His skin started to burn and he could feel himself getting close to short-circuiting. He did his best to remind himself of what his mother always said.
Where there's a will…
Using that as inspiration he let out a wave that resembled a strong bolt of lightning. The force of it blasted him backward and out of Vlad's range. Denki could see Shinsou's capture tape fly out from of the corner of his eye. Hitoshi had definitely not perfected his technique but he was practiced enough to slip it around Vlad's legs. He gripped his side of the cloth and pulled with all his strength. The teacher went down hard, jittery from the shock and unbalanced by the pull.
The two boys stood back, the path that led to the exit was on the other side of Vlad but if they dashed right now they might be able to reach it. Kaminari grabbed Shinsou's hand and started to run. They had made it just inches past Kan before both were yanked backward and to the floor. Shinsou looked down to see blood wrapped around both of their ankles.
Kaminari still had his hand intertwined with Hitoshi's, and he gave it a squeeze. "Thanks for being my boyfriend."
The purple haired boy started to reply when a rough voice rang out into the room.
"Get the hell from my family!"
The three saw Aizawa and Mic run into the room beside each other in perfect synchronization. 1-A's sensei had his eyes flashing crimson while his capture tape and hair fluttered around him.
Kan looked up to see the commotion and their eyes met. The blood surrounding Vlad immediately fell to the floor in uncontrolled splatters.
Present Mic sucked in a breath before letting out a carefully aimed high pitched shout that caused Kan to drop to his knees, hands holding his ears.
The boys holding hands on the floor both let out a sigh of relief and helped each other up off the ground. The second Mic was done forcing Vlad to lay down clutching the sides of his head, he flew towards his students- his family - and held one in each arm. He gave them both a loud kiss on their heads, one that would have been embarrassing if they weren't all so thankful to have each other near. Denki nuzzled his head into the leather jacket Mic was wearing and squeezed his arms around them tighter.
Aizawa didn't look away from Vlad, as keeping his quirk in check was his number one priority, but walked forward to stand protectively between his family and the man who had attacked them.
Kaminari reached out to hold both Hizashi and Hitoshi's hands. They were safe. It was finally over.
"Wait...where are the others?" Kaminari asked. Mic smiled and turned his face toward the door.
"We caught Kuroiro!" Mina yelled from the hallway, and soon the rest of the squad had poured into the room. Kirishima had hardened his arms and held them tightly around Kuroiro's chest, while Bakugou kept a hand dangerously around the miserable boy's neck in case he thought to run away. Sero had taped him from hip to shoulders and had his hands trapped at his sides. The squad didn't take any chances when someone was messing with one of theirs.
In short order Aizawa had used his own, and Shinsou's, capture tape to thoroughly tie up Vlad. He made sure to remove the man's gloves and keep his eyes focused on stopping the vampiric quirk.
As he was lifted up and asked to walk forward, Vlad stopped and spoke to the other teachers.
"I have one request."
Aizawa crossed his arms, "You're in an interesting position to be making requests."
Vlad turned to his tied up student before looking back to the other teacher, "I want you to leave Kuroiro out of this."
"If you didn't want him involved you shouldn't have indoctrinated him in the first place."
Kan looked down in shame. "I'll admit I took advantage of his loyalty. I was so proud of him, and the way he looked up to me was unrivaled. He would never have done this without my intervention. Monoma was the same." Vlad looked incredibly distraught, and certainly more sad than the others had ever seen him. "I am at fault for all of this. Shihai was misguided, but he's a good kid. They both are."
Kuroiro started to tear up, "Sensei…"
Aizawa's face remained blank. "While it's good that you understand that, he will nonetheless receive punishment. It will not be as harsh as yours, but in the end he still chose to attack one of my students." Even sympathy wouldn't make Dadzawa any less of a dad.
"It's okay, Kan-sensei," Kuroiro whispered. "I know what I did was wrong but I did it anyway. If I were them I'd punish me too. But there's one thing I know," his voice became louder and stronger, "I don't regret following you!"
The room was silent. It hurt Denki to see the obvious trust and affection between teacher and pupil.
Kaminari stepped forward and addressed Vlad, "Kan-sensei, earlier you told me that you didn't have a family...but I think you were wrong."
Vlad gave a sad smile and pointedly did not look away from his student. "Perhaps you're right." He turned to meet Aizawa's gaze, "I think I'm ready to go now."