Kacchan looks aside. On the other end of the street a boy is standing, his bright red hair visible from miles away.
'Bakugou? Is that you?' he says as he comes towards us.
In the moment Bakugou is distracted, Izuku pulls himself loose and backs away out of Bakugou's grasp.
'Not now, shitty hair,' Bakugou grumbles as he lurches forward to get a hold of the other teen again, but Izuku is carefully avoiding his grasp.
Bakugou raises his hands, sparks already flying off his palms, ready to immobilize the villainous teen, when Kirishima takes a hold of his wrist, keeping him in place.
Bakugou tries to pull himself loose as he sees Izuku slowly retreating, the panic visible in his eyes and soaring throughout Bakugou's body. The tight grip on Bakugou's wrist makes it clear that Kirishima is also affected by Izuku's Quirk, though he probably doesn't know its effects.
'I'm not going to let you go,' Kirishima says.
Bakugou takes his eyes off of Izuku to look at Kirishima, whose eyes are filled with worry, relief and panic of losing his friend again if he lets go.
When Bakugou looks back the green haired boy is already dashing off, having abandoned all thoughts of hoping to achieve his plan to attack the League. Bakugou is relieved. He wanted to keep the fucking nerd from running headfirst into such a stupid plan with no chance of succeeding, but as he sees the small figure of his childhood friend disappear around a corner, the effects of the Quirk slowly fading, he doesn't feel satisfied. He wants to chase after the teen.
He looks back at Kirishima. His expression has become less panicked, but his grip on Bakugou is not faltering as Kirishima calls out for someone.
Bakugou's gaze lingers on the corner Izuku disappeared behind, gritting his teeth.
As more Pro Heroes are gathering around the boy who'd mysteriously disappeared after a villain attack, Bakugou can only think of one thing. The thing he wanted the most was…. to save him.
Bakugou is sitting at a table at the police station. He's been answering questions for the past two hours, but his mind keeps wandering towards Izuku. Would he be back home?
Bakugou shakes his head, feeling annoyed by himself. That isn't home. He's going home now, today, after all of this is over.
For some reason, Bakugou didn't feel comfortable telling them much about Izuku, so he simply said that his memory had been altered and he doesn't remember a thing he's seen or done.
He kept quiet about his goals, his Quirk, and foremost, about his hideout. Bakugou knows that he should be telling the truth, that the nerd should get arrested for what he's done, but he can't.
After confirming one last time that he can't remember anything except for his identity, the door to the interrogation room opens and his mom and dad burst in. His mom immediately swings her arms around his neck as she presses him close to her.
'Cut it out, old hag,' Bakugou grumbles, but he wraps his arms around her as well as he's glad he's finally freed from Izuku's torturous grasp.
The ride home is silent. A million thoughts are racing through Bakugou's mind, all of them about Izuku. He can't even begin to imagine what Mrs. Midoriya must go through right now.
Getting a phone call from the police station, fearing whatever a mother and devoted wife would fear when the authorities call. The thoughts of her child or husband being injured, or worse, going through her head, only to hear that none of that happened. No. Her son isn't dead… he's a villain.
It must be a real burden on her, especially considering the fact that Izuku had always dreamt about becoming a hero. He always said he would become one, even if he had quietly chosen the path he's taken years ago.
When Bakugou finally arrives back home he goes straight to his room, not having the energy to act normal around his family just yet. Usually his mother would yell at him, but right now she stays quiet, probably understanding that he will need some time.
He drops himself down on the bed and lays on his side, his knees up to his chest as his mind keeps spinning. Would Izuku be able to achieve his goal on his own? Definitely not. The nerd was barely able to do anything even with Bakugou's assistance.
He wonders if the police will actively try to chase Izuku down or if they'll let it slip. He isn't really a threat after all and he's still a minor.
Bakugou has no idea what will happen to him and to a certain extent, it worries him.
He brings his hands to his head and rubs his temples. All that thinking about that nerd gives him headaches. He's safe home now, where his childhood friend will never be able to touch him again. He will just have to forget about him and let Izuku make his own path.
Even though it's barely evening yet, Bakugou is exhausted. He turns around and closes his eyes, slowly fading into a restless sleep.
Bakugou is woken up by the voice of his mom yelling that dinner is ready. He steps out of his bed and rubs his eyes as he makes his downstairs, pulling up a chair as he sits himself down at the dinner table. Bakugou digs in and welcomes the spicy flavor of the ramen.
In the background the news on the TV is audible. Bakugou doesn't catch most of it, until something peaks his interest.
'This evening the hideout from the League of Villains has been outed when a teenage boy tried to singlehandedly attack them. The boy in question has suffered severe injuries and has fled the scene after being discovered. The Pro Heroes have been working hard to get the members of the League of Villains under control, but most of the members seem to have escaped as well.'
'Katsuki!' his mom yells at him as he shoves his chair backwards, making the bowl of ramen topple over as he storms out of the house.
'That fucking nerd,' goes through Bakugou's mind, 'can't even think for himself.'
His mom screams after him as he starts running down the street. Running. Running. As far as his legs can take. Before he knows it, he's barging through the door of Izuku's hideout, not exactly knowing how he got there, but it doesn't matter. All that matters is that he sees Izuku lying on the ground, covered in wounds caused by several different harmful Quirks, and he feels regret.
He crouches to slip his hands under his tiny lifeless body, lifting him up as Izuku grunts. Bakugou isn't exactly sure where he will carry him, but he is sure that he will never take his eyes off him again.
Slowly going to end this fic :) Expect a couple more chapters. Thank you for the support so far, I really appreciate it!