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Bakugo stared at the girl who had come to retrieve him, though the teenager seemed more interested in just looking at him for a while. Over the past couple of days, various members of this shit squad had come in and fed him, ensuring that he didn't starve during his captivity. Many of them simply came in and did their job, though that freaking schizophrenic prick tried to chat with him. Whether the rest of the group knew that the dickwad was trying to get him to talk, he didn't know.
This bitch however had just looked at him with a broad smile splattered across her face, imagining whatever sort of hellish ideas teenage girls had, let alone villainous teenage girls. The lack of food or drink present in her hand informed Bakugo that this wasn't a sustenance call. It was very possible that they had finally decided to give up waiting and freaking do something.
About bloody time.
"Your teachers are going to be having a meeting with the press, all about their failures in keeping you and your friends safe," she said, tilting her head to the side slightly, the smile never leaving her face. "Dontcha want to hear what they've got to say?"
Bakugo pushed himself up from his sitting position, his eyes never leaving the girl in front of him. "How long have I been in here?" he asked.
The brat tapped at her shoulder, as if trying to recollect just how long it had been where Bakugo was fairly certain she knew to the exact minute how long he had been trapped in this shithole. "I'd say," she said slowly, rocking back and forth. "Three whole days."
"Three whole days," repeated Bakugo, his mind quickly jumping into action. Her just saying 'whole days' indicated that it was night time, provided she wasn't just trying to mess with him. If that was the case, that was an awfully long time for U.A to shy away from the media, given how much damage such an incident would do to both their reputation and the reputation of the heroes present at the time. It wasn't like they could have hid the truth away, hiding his kidnapping like it was filth under the rug. One day was understandable, two would have been pushing it but three whole days would have given talk show hosts and idiots on social media plenty of time to rip the academy a new one.
So there had to be a reason as to why they had waited so long.
Three days. Outside of avoiding the media, what could the heroes of U.A had done in that time. There was no chance they had simply sat around scratching their arses. If they had and the media asked them what they had done and they responded by saying they'd done sweet bugger all the Hero system would shit itself. No, they'd deliberately waited, possibly utilizing whatever resource they could get their hands on in an attempt to track down this base of operations. The Shitty Boy Scout League had had to have been on the heroes' radar for quite some time after having launched their attack on U.A back during that training exercise which went to hell.
If they'd been searching for them since that day, they should have had some semblance of an idea on where this base was located. If that was the case, and he wasn't simply being optimistic, then...
Well, he'd find out shortly one way or the other.
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Midoriya searched through the costumes, trying to find something that would both fit him and make him blend in. It had been Yaoyorozu's idea which had been full of merit. After all they were a bunch of students wandering around a town that they were unfamiliar with following a tracker that could very well lead them down some sketchy paths. Blending in was just the beginning of this operation.
Midoriya took a quick look over his shoulder at the other individuals who had joined him on this quest. More had wished to join the five of them but he had spoken up, explaining that too many of them marching around as a troop would draw unwanted attention. Only those willing and able to strike fast and get out quick were allowed to put their hand up with himself leading the party, if out of nothing more than sheer loyalty. They had targeted his childhood friend while he had ripped a man's eye from its socket, there was little chance that he wasn't going to be the first out to rescue Bakugo.
Yaoyorozu had stepped forward, proclaiming that her versatility would prove useful were they to try and break in anywhere under the cover of darkness. She had been joined swiftly by Iida, stating that if they needed someone to rush in and rush out that he was their man. Todoroki had stepped forward as well and nobody really had anything against him joining the group. The speed at which he could craft mountains of ice was nearly impossible to counter.
The final person who had wished to join had been somewhat unexpected. He wasn't quite sure what kind of relationship Kirishima and Bakugo had but when the red haired teenager had made his plea to join them, none could find a reason to deny him his request.
If anybody had had anything to say in an attempt to prevent their friends from trying to rescue Bakugo, they didn't voice it. How could they? It wasn't as if those who had volunteered weren't aware of what they were getting into. They were charging towards enemies who gave professional heroes a hard time while they had barely had a handful of months of training under their belt. The difference in experience was vast and they knew it. What they did have under their belt however was the element of surprise. They sincerely doubted that the enemy would be prepared for a glacier assaulting them but knew better than to try and finish off opponents who were stronger than them.
It was Todoroki who probably felt this the most, having been accepted into the Academy via recommendation only to come to the swift realization that there were indeed others out there far stronger than he was. With his father, Endeavour, having pushed him as hard as he could to become the number one, it wasn't difficult to believe that he had felt that others were beneath him. Now though, he had opened up and was willing to ask for help limiting his weaknesses and how best to go about increasing his level of strength.
Shaking his head, Midoriya returned to the task at hand and gripped tightly onto an outfit that would serve his purpose. It wasn't anything special, nor did it need to be. Time was of the essence after all.
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Bakugo paid minimal attention to what the villain before him was saying. He was pandering to his ego, telling him how smart he was to manipulate the rules at the sports festival to his advantage, to give himself a better chance at winning. How if he had aimed for a vital organ with that attack of his, then he could take down the strongest of opponents.
More or less, Bakugo knew that the guy was trying to butter him up, make him feel better, as if there had been nothing wrong with what he did. It was a recruitment ploy, plain and simple. Why it had taken this freaking long for them to decide what they wanted to do with him he didn't have a God damn clue!
The hand asshole indicated the tv where he could see Aizawa fronting the media. Bakugo could only imagine how much the reclusive hero was hating every single moment right now. The hand bastard said something about how even though they were doing their best the public would hate them for it or something along those lines, it was all mumbled bullshit by this stage.
It didn't matter what they said, what they offered him, he wouldn't become a villain. His methods may not be the most heroic around but that didn't mean he didn't have a heroic spirit swelling within him.
He showed moderate interest when the chatty one walked towards him, key in hand. Were they really going to release him?
Oh they had screwed up! They were all going to pay!
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Frankly, he hated bodyguard duty but there was a reason that he was paid so heavily for the position. When Eraser Head had called and offered him and his agency a job, they had been able to negotiate the price to their liking. Sure it wasn't the nicest of things to do given the circumstances surrounding the whole ordeal but they ran a business after all and it wasn't like U.A couldn't afford it.
They sure wasted a lot of money on giant robots after all. Surely they could pay a little more than the usual customer, especially given the fact they had been instructed to watch over a comatose kid.
Apparently the damage done to him had been done by a villain with a vendetta so it was easy to believe that once they realised that the job hadn't been completed, they'd come to finish the job. Infiltrating a hospital was a simple ordeal, people came in all the time to visit ill patients.
Hence why he stood out the front, protecting the entrance from anybody who wasn't an official personal from entering. Likewise, two of his men stood guard inside the ward itself in case the villain in question tried a brazen assault via the window. They were four stories up however so an attack from there was highly unlikely. Why he had two men in there however was more for the kid himself.
The kid had been hit pretty damn bad and if he woke up with adrenaline pumping through his blood, it was possible that he would do himself more damage. Eraser Head had suggested that the boy would try to escape once he had regained consciousness but he didn't believe it for a second. Nobody was suicidal enough to try and track down the person who nearly cleaved them in two.
Scratching at an itch at his eyebrow, he couldn't help but wish that his replacement would hurry up so that he could go have a cigarette.
Such thoughts immediately shattered when the building was rocked on it's foundations, the lights flickering on and off as screams of panic rippled through the hallway. He could hear doctors shouting instructions to the nearby nurses and he couldn't help but run to the edge of the hallway to peer out the window at just what had happened.
He could find any words to describe his shock and horror.
Where once there had been buildings aplenty now remained a desolate wasteland. In the blink of an eye high rises had been reduced to rubble and he could only imagine the vast number of people who had been killed in a single moment. How the hospital had remained standing he didn't know but he knew that if another whatever that thing was hit there wasn't much they could do to stop it.
Running back down the hallway, he screeched to a halt before tossing the door open. He had expected to find his men already trying their best to move the body of the kid they were protecting. What he wasn't expecting to find was his men sprawled across the ground unconscious, the hospital bed they were watching vacant and the window leading outside open.
As he rushed to his men's side, desperately trying to wake them, he wondered who he should be praying for. Shirou Emiya himself or for whoever got in his way.
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All for One surveyed the devastation in front of him, utilizing the numerous quirks at his disposal as his eyes had long since failed him. The broken bodies before him were still breathing, albeit barely as a result of Best Jeanist having sprung into action the instant he had unleashed his attack to save the lives of his comrades.
That had not been a surprise to him, after all the number four hero needed to have some skill in order to reach that level. What did surprise him however was that the path of utter destruction he had created deviated at a point. Or more specifically, a single building almost right in the middle of it all had stood tall and consequently, every building behind it had been spared. Thousands of lives had been spared because one building had not fallen.
It truly did beg the question, why did it not fall? Had someone with a remarkably powerful defence quirk just so happened to be in that spot at that moment of time? If so then perhaps it would be worth his time to track down this individual to add their quirk to his own collection. After all, he could always become stronger.
Now though, he had to be patient. A blast of this magnitude would have undoubtedly gotten his attention. He would come to him, all he had to do was wait.
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The wind billowed around Shirou as he surveyed the damage that had befallen the city. He could hear the sirens of emergency services rushing towards the scene; every person who called themselves a hero would be moving to help in whatever way they could. He himself had located himself atop the large building which had stood at the forefront of such devastation, unwavering and having protected all those behind it.
He himself had done nothing regarding why so many had been spared. He actually felt that if anybody should be thanked it would be Rin. Even from standing atop the building, he could feel what was inside of it. This was Rin's workshop and the magus had made damn sure that it was protected as well as she was capable of doing. Did that mean it could withstand another handful of blasts like the previous, Shirou didn't know.
What Shirou feared most of all, was that this was the first of many attacks. His hand gingerly reached up and traced the stitches embedded in his body, holding him together. Were he to exert himself too much he would not survive the night. There were those however who needed saving and if he could allow any rescue operation a handful more seconds to do what had to be done then so be it.
Reinforcing his eyes, Shirou's gaze locked on the man standing at the opening where the blast had come from. Among him were professional heroes sprawled about, either unconscious or barely hanging on to whatever consciousness they had. What irked him more however, was that they weren't the only ones present at the moment.
Seemingly frozen in place were some youths, people who had seemingly found themselves in a situation that they had no part in being in. Worse case scenario was that they became unknowing hostages in a battle that they had minimal chance of surviving. Somebody capable of tearing buildings asunder for as far as the eye could see could undoubtedly render the body of a human into little more than a splatter on the ground.
His obsidian black bow traced into his hand as he calculated what was necessary. In his right hand, Hrunting glistened into existence and Shirou cocked it in the bow string. Before he had the chance to pull the projectile back however, another development took place. One which may have been more annoying than the youth's present.
Teleporting out of a muck of black ooze was none other than his U.A peer in Bakugo, the teenager looking none too pleased to be where he was. It was either that or the method of transport in which he had taken to get there but regardless the explosive teenager looked pissed. Also he could see numerous injuries scattered across Bakugo's body, his shirt in tatters and fresh blood oozing from a cut above his eyebrow.
More black ooze burst forth from nowhere, depositing several people into the vicinity, each looking more than a little worse for wear. A couple of them he recognized as those who had brought that monstrosity of a creature into U.A many months prior. It seemed as if they had recruited some new members to their side despite their negotiating ability.
Shirou watched as Bakugo immediately sprung into action, having likely taken the brief moment he had been given to survey the situation. He would have seen the fallen heroes around him and subsequently surmised that the person in front of him was more than what he was capable of handling. Hence he had gone after those who had been teleported in, striking after the person whom Shirou had rescued Ragdoll from. Shirou couldn't help but feel a smidgen of pride, it seemed his student had learnt something after all.
Of course, then the situation became more chaotic as a new member burst onto the fray, causing everyone to freeze in place. All Might had landed in the battlefield, his mere presence causing Bakugo and those he had been fighting to temporarily cease.
Shirou kept his arrow cocked in place, unwavering from his position. For now he would watch and wait and strike only if necessary.
Or more precisely, when it became necessary.
It was time to see what happened when the number one hero went all out.
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