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- Bakugo POV - 8:31 PM -

"Fuck!" He threw his cup of water to the side, the glass shattering to the floor when it hit the wall.

Just twenty minutes ago he accidentally killed a family of four when chasing down a villain. One moment he was running down an alley, priming an explosion to blast through a wall and the next he was standing in the middle of an apartment. Clothes bloody and the furniture on fire. And oh God there was so much blood, the stench of iron and smoke overwhelming his nose, the walls decorated with human entrails.

He didn't know what to do, so he ran.

He reached the dorms, out of breath and hyperventilating in the kitchen. He didn't even notice Mineta over by the fridge, staring at him in shock.

"Dude… What happened?"

His heart jumped and his body froze. Fuck, there was no way he was getting out of this. He was absolutely covered in blood and chunks of burnt human flesh. In the back of his mind, the thought that there were probably cameras that recorded him running from the scene of the crime didn't help.

There was movement in front of him, snapping him out of his thoughts. "I…I just killed four people. Fuck, what am I gonna do?" He might as well come clean; he was going to jail anyways with all the evidence he left behind. He took a deep breath, shakily inhaling and exhaling. "Grapeface, go get Aizawa-sensei."

Mineta just sat there from across the island, slowly putting his phone up to his ear. But he paused, looking towards him. "Bakugo, did you do it on purpose?"

"Why the fuck does it matter!? I just killed four people, hell, two of them were kids!" Bakugo didn't understand why grapeface was asking questions instead of calling the authorities. He was guilty, and that was that. Whether he did it on purpose or not, he still murdered them. And that's not what heroes do. His career, his dream was over.

"I need to know, did you do it on purpose?" Mineta sounded oddly insistent for some reason.

"No, okay! I didn't kill them on purpose, are you happy now?" The exhaustion and stress were getting to him. "Just call Aizawa, let's get this over with."

Mineta nodded, pressed the call button and put the phone up to his ear. "Hey Midoriya, Bakugo needs your help."

Two black vans pulled up to the one-story apartment. Men and women in black clothing rushed into the apartment with cleaning supplies.

The bodies were wrapped up. The blood and flesh mopped and scrubbed from the room.

A gas pipe was punctured from the inside and a ruined, half-melted candle was placed on the floor like it was knocked over from an explosion.

Suitcases were taken and clothes were emptied from drawers. ID's and passports were disposed of and a flight to the Bahamas that took off today was booked two weeks ago.

The plane encountered a freak storm and crashed in the Pacific Ocean.

It was never found.

What the Fuck…

He wasn't in a jail cell.

He wasn't even in police custody.

Present Mic was sitting at his desk as the class finished up the English assignment.

Bakugo looked at the faces of his classmates, his eyes wide. Each of them was concentrated on their work, none of them even knew what he did.

His career was safe, he was still in UA, and nobody knew.

Well, except for two. He looked at Mineta and then at Izuku. The green-haired teen gave nothing away. Like this kind of situation was normal for him. One phone call to Izuku and his problem was swept away.

Was Izuku even who Bakugo thought he was anymore?

From that day on, Izuku had earned his respect, and his fear.

Everybody else was so confused how Izuku and Mineta were able to get Bakugo to call them by their names.

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