Don't Blow Up My Home

The hospital was only a short walk from her house, which Uraraka was grateful for. It probably wasn't a good idea to bring Bakugou on a bus after what he'd just lived through. Besides, she was pretty sure he lost his wallet in the explosion.

The doctor had readily agreed to the idea, to Ochaco's surprise. He said the fresh aid and distance from the middle of the city would be good for him. He'd given her his contact information if Bakugou started showing signs of mental trauma or if she couldn't handle it herself. Apparently they hadn't found his name or identification anywhere, so they didn't know how to deal with him yet. The insurance company, luckily, had yet to prove any of the citizens had a part in the destruction yet. Because of that they had to help pay for their necessities while all their property was destroyed. They'd given Uraraka a lump-sum to help Bakugou pay for food, clothes and other necessities until he could get back whatever debit and credit cards he may have lost in the fire. Immediately Uraraka had set the money to the side, promising herself that she would not take any of the money for herself. Even if she was worried about her house, Bakugou had just lost everything. He needed it more than she did.

Thirteen had tried to give her some time off when she heard what she was doing, but Ochaco couldn't accept it. She still needed the money for her house. Bakugou was an adult, even if he was under her care. She was sure he would find stuff to do while she was at work. He probably had his own stuff to do anyway.

"It's a little far from the city. Do you have to be at work tomorrow?" Bakugou gave her a blank stare which Ochaco didn't need interpretation for. "Right. Yeah, I guess you wouldn't want to go back to work after that." There was a silence as they walked down the path to her house. Bakugou was busy studying the world around him to pay attention to what the round-faced human was saying. Besides, he was working. Just not in the way that he was expecting he would have to.

Who cares? He's still gonna take over the world. If it takes a bit more time, he could live with that.

They continued on, Bakugou oblivious to what Uraraka considered an awkward atmosphere. She wished she could say something to get him to…open up about how he was feeling. Bakugou really did not seem like the touchy-feely kind of guy, but it was important to acknowledge your emotions, right? How else would you deal with them? Unfortunately Uraraka didn't know how to make him see that. Heck, she wasn't really sure how to make him see anything at the moment. She had no idea what he was thinking.

Well, Uraraka thought with a sigh. Her mother had always told her the first way to a man was through his stomach. If she couldn't comfort him through words, then food would have to do.

As they passed another very human building, his human did something different. Instead of walking past it, she rushed up the small hill towards it. Confused, Bakugou followed her, not sure why this building was different than the other boring places they'd already passed. But when he got up to the steps, Uraraka spread out her arms with that annoying wide grin on her face. "This is my home! Tada!"

Really? He took a second to take a gander at the building he was apparently supposed to live in for the next few days. It was at least two stories, a light shade of blue with white accents. It was surrounded by a forest with a big plain of grass where Bakugou could continue to train. Excellent. The problem was the quality of the house. Many of the windows in the top levels were broken. The sitting area had only a few measly plastic chairs. The third step to the door was broken. All the colours were faded. It was mediocre for aesthetics and even worse for security. If this was Bakugou's hideaway, he wouldn't last a day.

Uraraka could see the obvious doubt and distain in Bakugou's eyes. "Yeah, sorry, it's not in the best shape. I had to sell a few things of furniture to pay it off, and I haven't been able to afford proper repairs. But once this house is all mine and I've saved up, it will be looking good as new!" She pumped her arms in excitement. Bakugou just looked skeptically from her to the house and back again. What did one little building matter? All of the world was gonna be destroyed soon.

When Bakugou said nothing Uraraka decided to move on. "Come on in! I'll show you around!" She bounded through the doors while Bakugou trudged on behind her. As she skipped through, Bakugou made sure to take in every detail of the house in case he needed to find some weapons there. There were the pointed edges of images with two adults and a young girl. The lone coat that was hung over a hook on the wall. The large wooden stairs that needed a good clean in Bakugou's opinion. The papers all piled onto a small desk. Chairs that had dents in them…Heck the outside had only just been the beginning. The whole place could use some cleaning.

"Here's the kitchen," Uraraka stated, gently pulling Bakugou in. He snarled a bit at her hand on his arm, but Uraraka pulled away quickly. She had forgotten that he had lost his shirt in the wreckage. She'd been trying too hard not to ask about his…odd tattoos on his arms and back that she'd ignored the fact that Bakugou might actually be cold. "Oh, right! Remind me when I go upstairs to get you a shirt. I think I've got some of the clothes Midoriya left when he stayed over a few nights ago. You can borrow that!" Midoriya? Who was that? The name sounded weak. "Anyway, here's the oven, fridge, table, ext.!" She showed him a small room furnished with only a few necessities. "There, ah, isn't much food right now, but the insurance company gave you a good amount. Once we buy things you may need phones and such. We'll work out a budget for some food. We'll both pay an equal amount when it comes to food, I promise!" Bakugou didn't seem to notice her talking. Instead he was focused on the first piece of machinery she'd pointed out.

An oven…He wasn't sure what that was…

But the machinery looked like it would be a GREAT tool for the ship he would build.

Uraraka began to worry over the intense aura around Bakugou when he stared at her oven. Did he…like cooking? "Ah…If you like cooking, I can show you how everything works later…" Bakugou said nothing. Perhaps he was hungry? Yeah, she had been planning on getting him to eat something, right? Hadn't the doctor been saying he should eat some food? He'd missed both lunch and breakfast by then. "Just wait here, I'll make us something!" While Bakugou continued to form a plan in his head, Uraraka hurried over to the fridge. Unfortunately there wasn't much other than Yaoyorozu's leftovers. She hadn't had the chance to go shopping, and with the bills she rarely got any more than she needed. Cringing, she decided to just make some sandwiches. Hey, he probably shouldn't eat anything fancy if he was still in shock. Grabbing the bits of chicken and lettuce she still had left, she hurried over to the shelf to grab some bread. "I hope you like chicken! It's not real fancy or anything, but it will fill up your," When Uraraka turned, she gaped at the empty space where Bakugou had been. "B-Bakugou!"

There was the sound of a grunt coming from upstairs. After setting the sandwich on the counter she rushed up the stairs as fast as she could. When she got there Bakugou was in her father's old library, staring at his old record player. It took her a moment to catch her breath. How had he gotten up their so fast? "Bakugou, could you not sneak around like that? If you want to see everything, I'll show you!" Bakugou merely blinked at her. She was starting to wish for the day when he had recovered from his shock and start talking again. The silence was getting annoying!

As if granting her wish, Bakugou pointed at the record player. "What is this f #$*%g thing?" Then again, with that kind of language…

"A record player," Uraraka told him. "Have you never used one?" Bakugou said nothing, once again focusing on the little machine. The gears he could hear inside of it would be useful to make a cooling part for his engine. As he debated this, Uraraka pushed through some of her father's boxes. She pulled out one of her father's favourite songs. "Here, this one is by Elton John. I know, most of his songs are on the internet now, but dad liked to collect these things when he could afford them." Uraraka placed the record onto the player before selecting her favourite song, 'Your song.' But as soon as the player started playing music, Bakugou recoiled. He hissed, jumping back into a defensive position while barring his hands into fists. He didn't even notice when Uraraka stared at him like he had lost his mind.

Did he just hiss at a record player? She was starting to have second thoughts about inviting this man into her house. Well, it didn't seem like he was interested in stealing anything of value at least. He looked more interested in her old record player and the oven. Some of her friends were pretty weird to strangers. She was sure she could get used to him. "I…guess I startled you? If you've never seen or…heard of a…record player…" How had someone not even heard of a record player? Slowly, Bakugou started to calm down as he realized it was just playing music. It was an odd, human sounding music, but it was no threat.

After what Uraraka could have sworn was a grunt, Bakugou pushed past her and back into the hallway. Uraraka was starting to wonder if manners were a foreign concept for this guy. Regardless, she'd promised to help him. Besides, it might be nice, having someone stay with her a few days. It was a very big house that could get quite lonely sometimes. "Come on, I'll show you the guest room. We've got two, but my parent's old room is probably too big. Unless you want a big room!"

His human went on and on while he continued to search the rooms. She gestured to one fairly large door at the side, and he was interested at first. If there was a laboratory or weapons closet, that would be convenient. Then again, he doubted such a weak civilization would even think of something so basic. Instead what caught his eye was one room slightly ajar, with the door itself looking like it was quite worn. Out of curiosity he started towards the room. However, before he could get there, his human let out a yelp.

Startled, he turned to see what had startled her, only to give her time to rush around in front of him and yank the door shut. With a spin she tried to hide the door behind her, looking quite nervous as she did. "Uh, yeah, that's my room. I'd rather this room be off limits, you know? It's kind of embarrassing…" Bakugou scowled at being forced to avoid any room. What could she be keeping in their? Treasures? Explosives? Like any human explosives could possibly cause any more damage than he could. With that thought in mind, he decided it wasn't worth the argument and moved onto another room. "Uh…R-right…"

Bakugou decided to backtrack to the room she had gestured to before. To his disappointment, it wasn't a laboratory or a weapons closet. All that was in the room was what he assumed was supposed to be a bed (it looked too soft), a window, a connected human bathroom (He'd seen them on TV but would need to figure out how they worked), a closet that was empty, an opening to a balcony and a few pictures on the walls. Uraraka rushed in behind him, a wave of nostalgia hitting her as she did. She called it her parent's room, but it wasn't anymore. She'd moved all of their stuff out anyway, since they preferred their garden and the library to their bedroom. It was fashioned like a guest room now if any of her married friends ever came to visit. Uraraka had considered moving in since it was the nicest room, but she never had the time to make the switch. Maybe once she didn't have to work two jobs.

"This is-was my parents room. It's a guest room now I suppose. It hardly gets used," She added, noting the fine layer of dust on the shelf. Bakugou didn't hear her, busy seating himself on the bed. It was archaic, human, annoying, but it also appeared to be the biggest room that he could close the doors of in the building. Obviously it only made sense that he got the biggest room. "Oh, do you want to use this one? Uh…Well, I guess its okay. Not like its being used…"

"This is my room," Bakugou insisted, speaking for the third time since he got there. Uraraka turned back to him, startled. When he saw her reaction he expected some protest. Getting to his feet he stood so that he was towering over her. He doubted he even needed to return to his original form to scare this human. "Is there a problem?" in all fairness, Uraraka did step back in surprise. There was an initial layer of fear in her eyes when he stood. But, just as quickly, a light of determination overtook that.

"There's no need to be like that!" Uraraka insisted. There was a nervous tremble in his voice, but not as much as he expected. "You can use the room, but remember that you're a guest!"

"Eh?" Bakugou snarled back at her, rage starting to grew inside of him. Was this human really trying to stand up to him? Sure he needed her for information, but she'd better not get a big head about that. This human was nothing but a small insect underneath his thumb. He could destroy her in the blink of an eye. This insignificant little…

"Ah!" the human clapped her hands, snapping him out of his contemplations. "Since we're here…" Uraraka rushed out to the hallways. Bakugou watched, startled at the sudden change. Then, just as quickly as she had left, she returned with a black piece of fabric. "Here!" Cheerfully she handed it to him. "A shirt. Midoriya left that here a while ago…Then again, it might be too small…" Her friend Midoriya had gotten much stronger when he started working out, but the man in front of her was quite tall…

After pausing, Bakugou decided there was no point not taking the offering. He grabbed the shirt from her hand and pulled it over his head. The stupid earthen clothing left no holes for his spikes. When he pulled them out again, he'd have to either get a new one or just rip the shirt. As he pondered this, Uraraka was staring at the tattoos on his back and arms. A series of dots…and a grid pattern? What could those possible symbolize? They weren't gang tattoo's, were they? If they were they were very strange ones. She'd had run-ins with a few gang-members in her job, and she hadn't seen tattoos like that before.

After a pause, he went alert. Uraraka stumbled, back, surprised at the sudden change. He sniffed the air, and Uraraka wondered if he smelled a fire. Without a glance at her, Bakugou rushed past her and sprinted down the stairs. Confused, Uraraka followed. When she found him, he was back in the kitchen. Almost as quick as he had come down, he grabbed the sandwich she'd left on the counter and wolfed it down in one gulp.

Uraraka stared in surprise. Had…he hadn't…SMELLED the food, had he? What…That was not the effect of shock or any injuries he could have gotten…What kind of person had she just invited into her home?

Then, as Uraraka silently contemplated calling her friends to diagnosis if her new guest really was insane or not, there was a knock on the door. "Oh! Wait here, I'll get that!" Relieved at the interruption, she rushed off to get it. When she swung the door open, she was overjoyed to see that it wasn't Monomo behind the door.

"Midoriya!"

Bakugou glanced up. Who?

…

If these morons didn't stop yelling at each other in the next ten minutes, Aizawa was going to take an escape pod and run away himself. While he didn't condone Bakugou's actions officially…

He would admit that the boy may have been onto something.

Currently Aizawa was struggling to remain sane as members of the council all seemed to yell gibberish at each other across the table. Endeavor was yelling at a poor court member Aizawa didn't even know the name of. Midnight was rubbing her eyes as Nezu tried to come up with some kind of strategy. Even the soldier known as the jeanist had been called in to help deal with this dilemma, though it seemed pointless since the poor man barely got a word in edgewise. Everyone was talking over each other, any plans people came up with were scraped, and at this point Aizawa could figure out if they were trying to push Bakugou into a vat of boiling water or chase him down a waterfall. Did either of those plans make sense? No. Did either of them solve the problem at hand? Still no. Aizawa just wanted to take a nap.

"The monster needs to be destroyed!" Endeavor insisted, slamming his fist down on the table. A few members jumped back, though Midnight, Aizawa and Nezu just sighed. Aizawa sent a loathing glare in the general's direction. He had told him numerous times to stop calling Bakugou a monster. His name was Bakugou!

Gosh, that kid. 25 years old maybe, but he may as well be a kid. The boy still had the temper of a child and the maturity of a brat. What was that guy thinking, running away like that? He could have still convinced the court to give him a chance. Executions normally didn't take place for at least a month after the sentence, time which Aizawa could have used. He knew a number of people who would have been willing to take Bakugou on if Aizawa was with them. Now, after this stunt, there was no chance. The aliens who found him would shoot him on site.

His only chance now was if whoever brought him in was able to catch him alive. But Aizawa doubted Bakugou would let that happen twice.

"Our first priority needs to be how we get to him," Nezu interjected, calming the chaos enough so that people could listen. Nezu, the animaphorbic alien, was a shining white little creature with fur, paws and a snout. None of that really mattered though. What was interesting was the genius brain he had that made everyone bend to his will. "Ingenium, are you positive that your trackers last saw him heading towards the planet earth?"

Ingenium, an alien with metal legs that enabled him to move quickly and cyborg parts that helped him pilot ships, nodded. "Yes. We can't say exactly where he landed on the planet, but we are fairly certain it was in that direction." As he said it, Ingenium's face fell. "The world is barely classified as a level 2 world…They aren't even a part of the universal federation of peace…" Everyone who knew him could tell what he was worried about. A world like that, even with a dense population, wouldn't stand a chance against someone like Bakugou.

Aizawa wanted to say Bakugou wouldn't hurt any of them. But he wasn't that idealistic. "Can't we track the pod?" Midnight asked.

"We lost signal from it almost immediately after we lost sight of him." He must have known they would use the ship to track him and destroyed it, Aizawa guessed.

"Then we need to send someone in to find him," Endeavor concluded. While Aizawa may have had his issues with the man, he agreed with that. Just sitting there talking about it wasn't doing them anything. "We should send in an army. A handful of soldiers should be enough to,"

"No," Aizawa interjected quickly, before the idea could get in anyone's heads. "As Ingenium said, this planet is a level 2 planet. We can't interfere with their lives like that. Also, Bakugou would see a force like that coming from a mile away. Not only may be able to defeat them, but the civilians who live there would get caught in the crossfire." Endeavor looked angry that his plan was shot down, but he couldn't come up with an argument against it.

Midnight seemed to consider what Aizawa had said. "So what do you suggest?" She asked, careful with her tone. Aizawa knew she was trying to be soft on him, considering her decision towards had been completely against Aizawa's hopes. Aizawa didn't think talking to her about it anytime soon was a good idea.

While he could easily spot out the faults in other plans, he struggled to come up with his own. Luckily, Nezu had already come up with one. "If we cannot send a handful of soldiers," he started while rubbing his chin. "Then just a small force. Maybe two or three who would not get noticed and could either lure Bakugou out somewhere we could catch him without bothering the populace, or they could catch him themselves."

A few members of the council seemed to like this plan (or perhaps they just didn't want to argue with an alien known as a genius), though Endeavor frowned in frustration. "Whoever goes then would need to be strong enough to contain the monster." Aizawa fumed silently. "I suggest I go to catch the cretin myself them. I will take three of my best soldiers,"

"No," Midnight interrupted, surprising even Aizawa. "Endeavor you-stand out. You don't know anything about earthen culture, and you definitely wouldn't be able to blend in enough to find him. You saw the boy during the trial, he despised you. If he saw you from even a mile away he'd explode." Again Endeavor fumed, but Midnight did not give him the chance to argue. "We need someone who could lure him into a sense of security. Someone he trusts, or at least doesn't hate, to some degree." Immediately she waved a hand at Aizawa. "Aizawa knew Bakugou while he was here. We all saw how he was able to calm him in the court. He's our best bet." If she wanted to get back in Aizawa's good graces, she did just that. With this chance he could bring Bakugou back alive, maybe give him some kind of chance…

"But if we send someone he recognizes, we get the same problem," Endeavor reasoned. "He'd see him, know what he's there for, and bolt. Maybe go somewhere we couldn't catch him." While Aizawa hated it, he had a good point that Aizawa could not argue.

"Then we send someone else in with him," Nezu interjected. "Aizawa and a soldier. One who looks somewhat human that can get close to him, then bring him to Aizawa." That made Aizawa frown. He didn't want a potentially volatile soldier who could attack Bakugou right away. "Aizawa can pick a soldier himself. Since he knows Bakugou best, he can figure out who would be able to handle him best." Sometimes Aizawa didn't give Nezu enough credit.

"Alright. What about the earth humans?" It was Ingenium's turn to interject. "I'm worried about what all our interfering will do to them. They are barely ready for interspace travel, much less the knowledge that there are species outside of their worlds." Right. That was an issue. Dealing with world's level 2 or lower was such a rarity it was hardly a problem. They usually made sure to leave them alone until they came to them.

"Do we have any experts on earth culture?" Midnight asked. A few of their gazes locked and slowly, everyone was thinking the same thing. And that thought made Aizawa go pale.

Oh.

Oh no.

…

"YEAAAAH I know earth culture! I study level 2 worlds all the time!"

Aizawa flinched. Present Mic, or Mic for short, was an alien with a long yellow antennae on the top of his head, black eyes that looked like goggles and long droopy fingers, was one of the top experts on underdeveloped worlds. It was his job to study them, make sure no one interfered with their planets, and figure out when they were ready to be involved with other worlds. But Aizawa knew Mic personally. The man was from a planet where everything was constantly loud and annoying. Which meant he was loud and annoying.

Wonderful.

"Perfect," Midnight nodded happily. "Then Eraserhead will go with Mic to find the escaped prisoner and bring him back for execution," Midnight insisted on the last word, but Eraserhead would not look her in the eye. She huffed in annoyance. "To make sure that you complete your mission, I'm going to send a soldier with you."

"Oh right," Mic tilted his head to the side in curiosity. "Who'd you pick?"

Luckily, Aizawa had been debating the prospect as they went looking for Mic. A number of names ran through his head, but when it came to dealing with Bakugou, that list was shortened exponentially. In the end, there was only one soldier he knew would be able to help. A young lad from the crimson planet. Young, somewhat inexperienced, but able to keep his head and had a soft heart. That was exactly what Aizawa needed.

"The Red Riot," Aizawa told them both. "Kirishima. I'll contact him. We'll leave in two days."