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A Day In Your Life

Chapter 7

Bakugo sat quietly in the hospital chair next to Kirishima's bed, his hand covering his eyes as he slouched. He'd cried for a good part of the night and had a terrible headache, raw nose, and swollen eyelids. The redhead was just as injured as Todoroki, his head wrapped in a mess of bandages that seemed to continuously seep blood even after his signature red-dyed hair had been shaved off so they could stable the skin back together.

But the worst part was how long he may have gone without oxygen. Somewhere between Todoroki getting him out of the building and the next wave of Pro's showing up, Kirishima had stopped breathing. He still had brain function, but that didn't mean there wasn't extensive damage from hypoxia.

"How is he?"

Bakugo didn't need to look around to know it was Midoriya who'd come in, easily recognizing his own voice. He removed his hand from his forehead, however, and sat up straighter, doing his best not to let another wave of despair wash over him. "They won't know until he wakes up… if, he wakes up."

Silence fell between them for several minutes, the room quiet save for the hum of machines and beeps from the vitals monitor. Eventually, though, Bakugo stood and wiped his face one more time before turning to leave. He brushed past Midoriya, refusing to look at him as he headed to the door.

"Where are you going?"

Bakugo couldn't bring himself to respond, his chest so tight with regret that the very thought of having to see either of the people who'd never given up on him hurt was too much to deal with. He needed to just scream for a while since his usual outlet of blasting things wasn't available and sounded repulsive now that he'd gotten a taste of what it felt like to be on the receiving end.

By the time he made it out of the hospital, however, Bakugo wasn't sure what was worse—Izuku not coming to see if he was okay or if Izuku had come and he'd broken down like he so desperately wanted to do.

Without even giving it a second thought, he activated One For All and jumped, uncaring what direction he went in since it didn't particularly matter to him where he ended up.

A day past and Bakugo stayed firmly planted in his bed once he'd actually made it home… The whole trip was a blur. His phone sat on the nightstand beside him, battery dead even though it wouldn't have made a difference; Kirishima was the only person who ever called or texted his personal cell… and it wasn't like he'd be receiving any work soon.

On the second day, however, he got up and cleaned himself and his apartment thoroughly, somewhat numb to the once painful act of having to see Izuku's scars. He knew what he had to do—at least, he knew what plan A was.

That's how he ended up getting scanned for weapons at the prison Swap was being kept in, jaw tightly set while he was escorted to a meeting room. The woman apparently hadn't been told that she'd be seeing Deku—currently Bakugo— though and looked outright terrified.

"Tsk. As much as I'd love to crush you, I actually do have standards. I need you to tell me about your quirk."

"I'm not saying—"

"Can you just switch people's powers or does it have to be 'them'?"

The woman frowned and looked up, staring at him in confusion. She'd been asked a lot of questions since being captured, but that certainly had never been one of them. Swap ran her eyes over the young man before her, remembering the nervous but sweet smile that had been on that freckled face. Now it just looked downcast and broken.

"I don't think I understand the question…" she admitted.

Bakugo stood and kept his gaze lowered as he pulled off his long-sleeved shirt, exposing the alarming number and severity of scars. The woman gasped and covered her mouth, clearly not having known how jacked up Midoriya had gotten even before becoming a Pro.

"Yeah, the little shit has taken beating after beating…" he chuckled humorlessly. "You wouldn't know it by how he smiles all the time though, right? Well, I can fucking tell you that just existing in this body is a damn nightmare."

Swap tried to school the expression on her face, looking really anywhere else while Bakugo redressed and sat back down across from her, half leaning on the table like he was ready to drop from the simple action.

"I don't see how that has anything to do with your question and as painful as it may be for you to be stuck in his body, I have no intention of—"

"Look, lady, I don't give a damn what you think you're going to get by being a total bitch about this and frankly I don't care. All I want to know is if you can give Deku his powers back without having to put him back in his own body." Bakugo interrupted, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he tried to control his temper.

It wasn't nearly as hard as it usually would have been, however, his sadness over everything that had happened wearing down the fury that always seemed to control his mind. He looked up at her shock covered face pleadingly and wrung his hands together.

"Both of our hero partners, Duality and Red Riot, were hurt bad and neither is expected to wake up. The villains that they were trying to stop attacked without purpose—just to fucking destroy and cause people suffering…. And this shit's only going to get worse." Bakugo explained, his head lowering with shame the longer he spoke.

"Those two were Deku and I's best friends; they were good people and they didn't deserve what happened to them… and Deku doesn't either. Him just being a hero causes crime rates to plummet and right now they're rebounding because of my arrogance and denial; because I distracted him and let this body swap shit happen."

The blonde rubbed his face roughly, hating that saying the truth out loud didn't make him feel any better about it. He shuddered out another breath though and continued anyway.

"But no matter how awesome Deku is, he can't keep going in this fucking wreck of a body and he has to—the world needs him. It's all my fault that he got hurt this badly in the first place! He broke his body trying to prove himself to me. I have to fix this; I have to make it right. So, please, tell me that you can swap our powers… that you can give him back his abilities and keep him in my healthy body. Please…"

Bakugo wasn't exactly sure when he'd started crying, but those crystalline tears that he'd always reamed Deku for were falling freely from his eyes and dripping onto the metal table, his shoulders shaking.

"I…" the woman started, her swallow audible, "I'm s-sorry I can't… Not that I won't—truly, I don't have that ability. I'm limited to just the 'person' not aspects of them…"

Bakugo's heart crushed inside his chest, a rough sob ripping from his throat only for that damn cough to start up again, choking him as he fought to breathe. It was like having glue and glass mixed into his lungs, every bone-rattling cough making him feel as though he was being torn apart and drowned at the same time.

He gave up trying to keep his head even remotely raised, letting it fall to the table once that terrible impulse subsided. But Bakguo's crying only became harder at that point, the full weight of his actions bearing down on him with consequences he couldn't fix—couldn't be forgiven for. He flinched when he felt a hand on his back but didn't move entirely, the appendage soon returning to rub awkward circles into his shoulder blades.

"I'm so sorry, kid…"

"I just… I don't know what to do Shoto…" Midoriya sighed, pacing back and forth in the small room as the breathing machine pushed oxygen into Todoroki's lungs. "Kacchan can be an asshole but even he wouldn't go three whole days without coming to check on Kirishima. I mean, they've been best-ish friends since high school!"

The anxious pro pulled on his now blonde, spikey hair, trying to glean insight from Todoroki even as he continued to lay comatose beside him. "And yes, I have tried calling multiple times; he hasn't answered."

"Still talking to yourself, Izuku?"

Midoriya whipped around and jolted, sighing in exasperation when he realized it was just Shinso. The once General Studies student had been added to their hero course his second year and was now an extremely successful Pro.

"Sorry, I just… Sorry…" Midoriya replied, looking back to Todoroki with sadness. "He always helped me when I overthought things and I… I don't know…"

Shinso shrugged and stepped farther into the room, walking over to look at the vitals monitor. "Seems reasonable to me; I apologize for not making it down sooner, but, the number of villain attacks has increased so much it's hard to get away at all."

"Oh, yeah… It's fine…"

There was silence for several minutes, but it wasn't comfortable or even solemn; Midoriya almost began fidgeting from the tenseness that took over Shinso's previously slouched posture. He wondered if seeing Todoroki so injured had gotten to his friend and if he should say something comforting even though he couldn't think of anything even remotely reassuring right then.

"That's it, huh? No declarations, no promises to be back at it as soon as possible? Clearly something more than just getting body-swapped is going on with you, Izuku, but this," Hitoshi interrupted with a desperate wave towards Todoroki, "can't keep happening..."

Midoriya was taken aback, visibly flinching from the look Shinso shot him as he spoke. "Wh-What—"

"Look, I'm sorry... I've got to get back to work. Let me know if there's something I can do to help you... and keep me updated on Kirishima and Todoroki. See you around."

Midoriya was too shocked to say a word as Shinso stalked out of the room, the visit knocking the wind from his lungs in the worst way. He'd essentially said the same thing Bakugo had when he'd been trying to convince him to pull himself back together.

And Midoriya really wanted to. He wanted so badly to be the hero he promised himself he would be all those years ago before everything had gone so terribly wrong with his 'quirkless' diagnosis. But he'd also meant what he'd said to Bakugo and Todoroki… He was exhausted in every sense of the word and if he was feeling that way now, he couldn't imagine how he'd feel once he was back in his own body and potentially lost Shoto too.

The world clearly couldn't hold out for a new OFA user to be trained to take over for him yet; he'd need someone who was already incredibly skilled and fit enough to handle the incredible backlash it had caused him… someone like Bakugo.

The wave of guilt he felt from Shoto and Kirishima's conditions as well as Shinso's very unambiguous 'get your act together so this doesn't happen again' was amplified by how upset the blonde had been when he'd left. Bakugo hadn't even shouted at him… he'd just walked by with his head down and tears in his puffy eyes.

It wasn't Midoriya's fault that everything was falling apart and he knew that, but everyone expected him to fix it because that's what he'd sworn he'd do… that's why they all put their faith in him. "It's misplaced; they shouldn't have believed in me when I couldn't even believe in myself… I can't fix this; I don't have my gifted quirks anymore and my best friend is close to death because I wasn't there to help him."

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