100 First Days: Missing (#5)

Also WOW! Only four chapters in and the book's already at 22,000+ words. TvT
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The sky was fading from orange to purple again. I sat on the swing, humming to distract myself from the pain as Bakugo hiked back from his house. All of the adrenaline had officially worn off, leaving me with intense, zapping pain in half my face. So, I was more than grateful to see the other teen show up.

"I don't know why you won't just go to a d### hospital...but here." He handed me a case of pills and a water bottle. "It isn't very strong, but it should bring down the pain a little bit."

I gladly grabbed both, my hands shaking a little by this point. "Th-anks... Maybe now I can finally sleep... I...jus-just don't want to see the looks on my parents' faces when they see me..like this..."

"Hm..." Bakugo waddled over to a rusty old teeter-totter and sat down on it. He was clearly a lot more used to just sitting around and being bored by now. I swallowed a few pills and downed some water, then set both aside and returned to the swing. I just sat on it, however, unlike before.

"Kinda strange how the sky changes colors depending where you are. The sunset was a little pinker while we were on those road trips." I commented.

"...Huh..." The other teen just mused for a moment, staring with me at the sky as the sun gradually fell over the trees. Then his head turned back to me for a second. "You can't expect to become a hero with such trashy reflexes."

I frowned. "Now what am I supposed to do about that?! Be born in a different body?!"

"You seriously think that's all it takes to have fast reflexes? Being born that way??"

"We-well... It was always implied that was the case."

"I'll show you how to improve tomorrow. Alright??"

I stared at the back of the boy's head for a moment, astonished by the sudden generosity of him. Alas, I smirked. "Sounds good."

"Now go to sleep already!" He growled again a bit -- though at this point every word he mutters sounds like a growl -- "..Can't even look at you with that raisin face."

"..You could say my face finally matches my hair."

"I'm not in the mood to hear that crap."

"Oh..." Funny, I expected him to at least chuckle. "Well.." I rose from the swing and walked further away, sliding underneath some old playground equipment.

"Oh, and also I got you your hat." I heard as a soft object hit my side. Grabbing it, I saw it was the same hat I kept buying over and over again just for the pleasure of wearing. I smiled faintly down at it. Gently, I slid the hat over my entire head; even my face so the remaining sunlight was blocked out.

"Alright." I spoke through the woven cloth. "Guess I'll..." I lifted the hat to reveal the good side of my face one last time. I stared for a moment at Bakugo, just trying to get a good read of what was even going on with him. This boy was near impossible to read when he acted like this, unlike most. The other teen sat, one leg also on the teeter-totter so an elbow of his could be set on it. He stared towards the sunset, an eternally stoic-like frown chiseled into his features. The little wind brushing against his thick head of spiky hair. He was...hard to look away from. Almost like he was some kind of tragic main character in an anime..

I stood again and walked over to the teen. Bakugo turned his face a smidge when he heard my steps. He said nothing. Just scanned me quickly until his dark red eyes landed on the hat covering the bad half of my face. Huffing, he returned his gaze to the overgrown small field of tall grass, line of trees behind that, and the sunset itself beyond that. I sat down beside him on the ground with my legs crossed.

"How did you know I was here of all places anyways?"

"I didn't. I just heard you talking about old playgrounds once and so decided to check the closest one out."

"Ah..."

"..."

"Do...you see yourself as the main character..?"

"Pssh, doesn't everyone?" He scoffed, as if it were so obvious. My head lowered and I fidgeted with my hands for a moment.

"I...'ve never seen myself as the main character.." Sparky made a small questioning sound, too small to note.

"What do you see yourself as, then? Heh, the villain?"

"No... It just..It's hard to explain... When it was just Ten and I, I always thought of him as the main character... Suffering hardships with the dream of one day becoming a hero just like his grandma. I... I always wanted to be there for him, li- like a side character!"

"Uhuhh?"

"Then, well... He... He... Point is. I've always seen myself as more of a secondary character, always there to help the main character!" My first hint of sincere, child-like joy. "I just...have been waiting for.." Suddenly serious, I stood to my feet, extending a hand to Bakugo. "I know you might get angry sometimes -- okay, a lot actually -- but I've seen more potential in you than anyone else! This might be a useless proposal to you, but would you mind being the main character to my story? I- I'll do my absolute best to see that you achieve your dreams, as long as I get to tag along for the ride."

The teen's eyes rose to my face, wearing a mocking smirk until he saw how serious I was being, with the stare of my own step dad peering down on him. My hand was still extended, ready for him to take it.

The would-be classmate chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Wow, strangely forward, huh?" Then his brows creased a smidge as his smile widened. He swung his hand in so it slapped mine before firmly shaking it. I just as firmly shook it back. "Alright, but just remember that I don't need you, got it? I'm still becoming the number one hero on my own."

I chuckled. "Nobody needs me." But then I gave a genuine, though subtle smile. "Just another reason to...at least try to help however I can." This lead to me bashfully chuckling. Bakugo chuckled a little as well just because he had slipped into auto pilot at this point, staring at the sky again. After a couple awkward seconds, I walked over to my chosen spot and laid back down. It took a while, but, I eventually slipped past the pain into a calming sleep...

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BRAP! BRAP! BRAP!

The next morning was chaos. I was getting REALLY tired of smelling pancakes in the morning and hearing the same banter every time I woke up. I was out in a flash, sneaking the keyes of the van and throwing a few snacks into my bag as I had been doing for seemingly ages now.

To my surprise, however, the blondie was waiting just outside the front door for me, leaning against one of the front porch beams. "Woah!" I exclaimed.

He was scowling as usual. "My stupid alarm keeps waking me up an hour early since I had planned to get a few reps in before going to school." He explained why he was always up before me no matter how quickly I left the house.

"Oh.. Where are we going to train?"

"The playground's fine enough. No one was smart enough to look for you there yester-today."

"O..okay." I readjusted my backpack a little bit. "Guess we won't need the van."

That's when the other teen's face lowered, a shadow consuming half of it. Under the shadow, I saw one mighty terrifying smile. "Oh.. We're gunna need it alright."

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"Alright, so the first exercise is simple. You want fast reflexes? Well, thankfully for us in this idiotic time loop, it's all about training the mind." Bakugo started. The two of us stood facing each other amid the tall grass of the field by the playground. I could feel the anime training arc theme music beating through my veins. My now trainer's hands were behind his back, until he revealed them after the short pause. "I have two balls." He revealed two yellow, rubber balls.

I snickered, whispering under my breath, "Weird if he didn't."

"NO DISRESPECTING ME WHILE I AM TEACHING! YOU GOT IT?!"

"Y-yes, sir!"

"NOW WHAT DID YOU SAY?!"

"NO-NOTHING!!" He got back to teaching eventually.

Holding a rubber ball in each hand, the other teen extended both of his arms stiffly. "Now, I want you to put both your hands under mine, ready to catch them." I did as he asked. "Now, it's pretty simple. I want you to catch the ball I drop. Trick is, you won't know which one I will be dropping." ..Oh. I see. I smiled faintly to cover up the anticipation clear in my eyes. My dad had trained me similarly before with things like balance. But, this was no trained teacher, so I had no idea what the two of us were in for.

Turns out, though, he wasn't all too bad. I did terribly at the challenge at first, trying to put all my metaphoric money on guessing rather than reacting. Bakugo corrected me accordingly with the occasional angry bop on the head. Not the best teaching method, I'll admit.

This was mixed in with another exercise. The two of us again stood out in the field of grass, each holding well crafted bamboo sticks.

"What is this?! Dual sword training?! I don't even plan on using a sword!"

"It's not about that dum-dum! Here. Follow my lead." My classmate showed me four basic motions ending in our sticks tapping against one another. After the little lesson, we both went through the four steps again and again and again, each time getting faster and faster. The loud clangs of wood against wood only intensified as our speed as a clashing unit was doubled. And any time I missed a beat, was too slow, or simply missed, I was rewarded with a swat to wherever I was supposed to be guarding. This training exercise was even more intense than the last, with greater consequences too!

Once I had had enough with the duel shielding sticks, it was on to get another exercise.

"This one's probably the simplest of them all." Bakugo said, shaking off some of the sweat on his arms while the two of us baked under the sun. "This one's more combat based, though."

My eyes widened a bit. "More than the last one?!"

"Yeh." He grinned. I just stood there catching my breath as the teen in front of me stretched his arms in preparation. "It's been a while since I've done this one, though, so don't expect god-tier right away." I sighed. Was this whole thing...just another way to show off? "The rules are pretty simple. You have to touch either your opponent's forehead or stomach to win." I rose my fists a little, seeing where he was going with this. "You can punch if you want to, but it won't make any difference." The boy's brows lowered as he crouched down a little further. I mirrored. "Ready?" I nodded. "Go!"

Swoosh!

Already, the teen managed to tap my forehead and jump away in less than a second! I...didn't even have any time to react!!

"WH-HAT!?!"

"Hahaha! Ohh, this is too easy!" He crouched down, readying himself to strike again. "Tap me to win a break, nerd!!"

Oh, he didn't just-!

It was ON!!

We sparred under the sun for what felt like ages! Bakugo was on a WHOLE different level than me! He didn't even have to use his quirk! I felt like a boneless meat paddie, so slow even I was shocked!! I could at last see what he meant by calling me a slowpoke in the past. I had...a long way to go.

I never got a break. He wouldn't even let me get anywhere close to him to even try! Instead, we alternated between these three training exercises until I was too tired to even stand! I took my leave and like a zombie made my way to the swings again. As I sat, I groaned aloud. "WHOOO... Man! How do you guys DO IT?! Literal godlike endurance!" I leaned my side against one of the swing chains. Bakugo was obviously tired as well, though I could tell he had far more hours left in him than I could ever imagine myself having!!

He smirked at me. "This is what actually trying looks like."

"Yeah....no kidding.." I exhaled. "So!" I pointed over at the poorly parked van not too far away. "When are we going to use that?"

"Oh, that was just so I wouldn't have to walk all the way here."

0_o

"Also can we drive by some place to eat? I'm sTarVeD!"

"..Youu okay?"

"Yeah?"

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On our short drive to the closest restaurant, my mind wandered away from me as it usually did. "Soo..what day is it again?"

Bakugo sat impatiently in the passenger seat. It was a peculiar position. His feet were on the chair and an elbow rested on one of his knees. That same arm propped up his chin. The teen's face, was, well, scowling a little more than usual. It was clear this man was hangry.

"You mean days in this time loop? Isn't your dumb brain at least smart enough to remember that??"

TvT "Apparently not.."

"Ughh, it's day 89."

My face shifted immediately to shock. "Woah... That went by...a lot faster than I thought it would."

"Not fast enough. I'm sick and tired of this already. You asked your dad to cancel your quirk, right?"

"Yehh, a while ago.. Early in the morning before I had to leave. It...didn't do anything."

"Well that sucks."

"Yep..." We were silent as I turned into another street, the suburbia quickly turning into a small city. "So... Do you...have any hobbies?"

"Huh? Why do the crap would you care what hobbies I have??" He growled.

"It's called small talk, genius." I huffed.

"I KNOW WHAT SMALL TALK IS! IT'S BENEATH ME!"

"Pff..same...."

. . .

"If you really need to know, most of my free time consists of training and gaming. However, work takes up most of the day when I'm not at school now." He grumbled an answer. I leaned forwards, a cartoonishly large smile across my face.

"...You play videogames too?" ♡⁠∀⁠♡

"Ughh, what's with that creepy look?"

"I've been playing videogames almost as far back as I can remember! What do you play?!"

"Sheesh, lady, calm down!" Leaning against the door of the vehicle to get away from me, though I was doing nothing but smiling and seeming happy for once. He eventually did answer. "Ugh, nothing much. Just a little bit of (1st person shooter game)."

"Awh! I heard that one's good! My mom won't let me buy it with the family money, though, so I have to wait until Christmas.."

Crossing his arms, "Or you could just get a d### job like everybody else." He stuck up his nose like the snob he was. He side eyed me, smirking as he watched me make the decision to just ignore him and keep my full attention on the road while scowling slightly.

"...So where do you work?"

"Heh, like I'd tell. Don't want some runt like you to wander in and bother me while I'm on the job." He leaned back in his chair now, arms behind his neck. I scowled some. How did he know that was my plan? "Take a left. Minikui Futotta Sakana is just around the corner."

"Okay.." I did as instructed. "...Wait a minute, I'M NO RUNT!! I'M ALMOST AS TALL AS YOU!"

"HAVE FUN SAYING THAT AFTER MY GROWTH SPURT!"

"Yeah right! I'll believe it when I see it. Having a hard time imagining you tall anyways."

"WATCH YOUR MOUTH; BOTH MY PARENTS ARE TALLER THAN AVERAGE! I'LL TOWER OVER YOU BY THIRD YEAR!"

"Hhh, dream on, buddy, dream on.."

(⁠┛⁠◉⁠Д⁠◉⁠)⁠┛⁠彡⁠┻⁠━⁠┻💥

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After a brief late lunch, Bakugo and I packed ourselves into the van and hit the road again. Unlike usual, though, there were unwanted strangers on our tail...

"...Hag, I think I just saw your dad."

"Wh???" I turned my head around to see what he might have seen. "I...don't see him..." To be safe, I turned onto a road that would take us around the densely suburban area instead of through it. Bakugo locked eyes with someone as he stared out his window. As I was turning, he rose his hand the way he usually did while showing off his quirk. There were no small sparks that followed, though. My mouth tightened into a thin line as I stared straight ahead. "So you think it will be worth it to get caught?" I asked, pushing past the eerie silence that consumed the vehicle.

"No... Maybe try to lose them without going too fast."

"He knows what our van looks like, though. He bought it!"

"If you really want to have that kind of talk with your parents then I'm not stopping you! ..Just let me out first so at least I can get out've here.." Between his harsh speech I heard..fear? Yeah...same. It would be probably one of my worst nightmares to see my parents so disappointed in me. That and my mom's fear of me turning into a villain would likely worsen for her.. I didn't want to sit through that either.

"Watch my back." I uttered. Then, pressing my foot just a little more on the gas, I began our escape.

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We managed to slip away...barely. Anxiety crawled up my back the entire time, whispering in my ear that they were merely waiting for us to stop driving. Bakugo seemed to have the same fear, since he opted we not stop for gas until we were out of the area entirely. This left us low on gas when at last we were somewhat in the clear.

...Have you ever watched experiments done on the explosive force of cars with differing levels of gas?

No?

Well then... You would have no idea how much of a ticking time bomb we were truly in...

. . .

"...Huh.." Bakugo held his phone in his hands, scrolling through news articles. "..Did you know today is national pizza day?" I leaned a little to better glance at his phone screen.

"That's funny--WOAH!" In an intersection, another vehicle sped through the red light. I stomped on the breaks and swerved, but that did little to help us.

BOOM!!!
CRASH!

My body was flung through a thick sheet of glass and past broken bits of flying metal. A fire erupted behind me from the other vehicle. I had little time to think. Hardly any at all. Thank God I had at least retained the muscle memory from karate class as a kid.

I tucked my chin and pulled my hands back to cover my neck as quickly as possible. Not even a second later, my entire body plummeted against concrete. My skin was torn open by the rock, every limb flying outward as I rolled several meters. A trail of blood followed after me as, at last, my body stopped moving.

Fire. Smoke. Pain.

The only thing on my mind was, '...What just happened?' All vehicles alike had stopped around the intersection, headlights brightening the road the taller buildings all around cast shadows over. I wheezed on my side, barely able to breathe. My arms were so terribly torn and mangled I wasn't sure if they even could be used anymore. My legs and main body were doing a little better. I was still trying to figure out what just happened.

Darkness settled around me. A heaviness rested on my very soul. Should I close my eyes and risk never opening them again..? ...What was going on again..?

The dull thuds from people shutting their doors as they exited their vehicles warded away the buzzing in my ears. The dark and blurry shadows moving around gave me something to look at other than my own destroyed arms. ...Where'd my glasses go..?

As the shock began to wear off, it was replaced with the true realization of what had just happened. My breathing began to increase, strained it was. Those tired eyes of mine were pried further open. I could hear my own rapid heartbeat pick up speed, my mind filling itself with a million likewise memories I had nearly all forgotten. I gasped and nearly sobbed.

"Mm-mmommy..?"

Though my body shook under the weight of what felt like a thousand pounds, I fought hard onto my feet. Once up, the world spun around me. My feet shifted under my swaying weight to catch my balance on what to me was a rotating street. Every breath was still filled with agony, every single thump of my heart heard verbally in my ears. I slowly turned myself toward the source of bright, orange light.

I blinked, sticky blood crawling down my face to make things more difficult for me. A ringing consumed my ears, along with my own dull heartbeat as I stared ahead.

There stood the two cars. Well, whatever was left of them... The other car had exploded completely, the driver inside likely killed instantly. However...

I swallowed warm, coppery blood, stumbling forward onto my next foot.

"Sparky...?"

My head cleared up little bit by little bit, allowing me to at last exist in the present as well as the past. My right foot scraped over pavement, shoe completely missing, towards the crash zone. I had a dislocated, maybe even shattered shoulder and many other broken bones, but all those were blocked out by this one goal that slipped into mind.

...Save...

I approached the van, which was flipped upsidedown and crushed like a tin can. My shallow breathing rasped as I neared, barely working arms reaching out for something to grab hold of. Fire was steadily approaching, beginning to consume the vehicle. Everything metal was hot.

"Sp...Spark.." I tried to call for the teen inside, but my voice was barely even a whisper. My lungs were terribly constricted. Perhaps I had broken a few ribs as well? ...How was I still conscious?

I didn't feel very conscious. Rather, I felt though I were reliving a dream I had forgotten. My mind was in a haze, the memories coming back to me just as vivid as the scene I was currently living in.

A mangled hand of mine managed to grab onto a shard of metal in my way. Twisting my entire body, I bent the heated metal just well enough to gain access inside. I then crouched down, unable to use my arms for support, and squinted past the bellowing smoke.

Blood.

I nearly gagged at the sight. Bakugo was upsidedown in his seat still, though several bent chunks of plastic and metal caved inward, both holding him in place and penetrating his skin. Streams of dark red liquid leaked from his body, massive bruises elsewhere. The van was so misshapen that the other teen's head was uncomfortably braced against the roof of the vehicle..which was now the floor.

Amazingly, as I started to bend more bits of metal and crawl his way steadily from the driver's side, his eyes opened. Hazy and disoriented as he was, he recognized what was going on right away. I got down on my knees, arms doing their best despite the agony to push things out of the way.

Fire was steadily approaching. It was now near enough to feel its uncomfortable warmth bracing my skin. Bakugo's brows lowered when he saw me struggle just to reach him. "Gehht...away..you....d### e-exxtra..."

"C'n...you..move...?" I struggled to ask.

"'V course I ca-hn--! I can g't out of here my-sELf!" He started, attempting to pull away the wreckage around him with the one arm available. I just started, not helped by his prideful claims.

I dragged myself closer to him, each movement getting harder and harder with the little space available. My knees scraped against broken up metal and glass, opening up new cuts and spilling more blood. My arms were near useless. I ended up using my back and shoulder more than anything to push hanging metal and things out of my way. Bakugo watched me silently the whole time, unsuccessful with his own attempts to escape. He was in a very nasty position. Just one explosion of his would make things worse for a number of reasons.

"St-op!" He begged when I was at last little more than (a foot) away from him. His teeth clenched tightly, blood leaking from his mouth. "Th-th' fire.. It'll spread n' make the engine explode!" He warned me.

"Th't's why I'm here, idiot!" I grunted, shoving another large chunk of plastic aside.

"My quirk's explosion!... Yu..'r use'lss here!" Though he startled me with genuine worry as I still struggled forward, I didn't even stop to consider he may just be right.

I had no plan. All I knew was that I needed to help him. At last, I was at my would-be-classmate's side. He growled at me more for even attempting to save him, but I hadn't the strength to respond. All that was put toward trying to pry shrapnel out of the way so he could at least move. Bakugo's anger was reached its boiling point. Now that I was close enough, he tried to swat at me with his one free arm.

"I told you to G-HET OUT! I C-CAN FREE MYSELF!"

I ignored him. "Can you move your legs at all?" Looking up, I saw only metal and blood where his legs were supposed to be. This worried me. An insane amount of blood was dripping from from his obscured limbs. Bakugo's struggling against me stopped instantly. When I looked down at his face again, I saw he was just staring at me with hurt in his eyes. His mouth was tight and open a smidge, breaths shallow and few. But worst of all were the little drops of liquid gathering in his eyes.

"I can't-- ..I can't feel my legs." The boy rasped.

My own eyes were pricked with tears from just looking at him. For the first time, I saw true weakness.

Having no way to really help, I slowly crawled down onto my stomach and held my hand out to him. Looking the other in the crimson eyes, my own filled with assurance. "...At least you're not alone..." I...faintly smiled. His eyes filled with more tears, tightened jaw clattering. He took my hand and grabbed hold of it tightly. I resolved to stay by his side until real help arrived, no matter the danger I would be facing.

Even as the fire crawled closer.

"You're not any better than me f'r h-anging around, you know.."

"I know...
I'm not doing this for you.
...I'm doing this for me..."

. . .

BOOM!

He was alone.

The engine exploded, shoving more metal in to crush us both. Bakugo dropped my hand as he screamed in agony. Another part of his back was now housing a massive spike. He shivered and nearly fainted under such great pain, but in a hurry, his attention returned back to me.

My head was crushed. My hair was more red than pale blue. And past all the red, Bakugo could see white. Bone white. He visibly cringed at the sight, then reached a trembling hand out for my limp one. "Hey- HEY! Wake up you d#-## hag!!" His hand managed to grab mine, and he held it tightly, eyes filling again with salty water. "DON'T YOU DARE DIE ON ME!!!" He waited for me to respond.

I did not.

The world didn't crumble away. Bakugo remained in agony. Eventually, sirens coasted down the street towards him, their loud, piercing sounds accompanied by heroes. Bakugo held on to his classmate's hand, even as the heat from it started to drain away.

"Is anyone responsive in there?!" One hero called.

"Yes-s!" The teen boy growled. "Hurry up you f###### a##-hats!" He commanded them. It took a while, but eventually Bakugo was pried out of the vehicle as others went to check on the other passenger. He could feel himself slipping out of consciousness as he was latched to the stretcher. As much as he hated it, he didn't have the energy to even bad-mouth the doctors. Instead, he focused his energy on the others. Lifting his head from the stretcher, he shouted at the few heroes meandering about the van. None of them were moving as quickly and efficiently as they had with him. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING, LAZY B#######! HELP HER OUT BEFORE SHE DIES!!" The visible anger fell away from his face when one of them looked at him with a quiet, somber look. That was all it took. The paled face possessing restrained sorrow. He didn't need anyone to tell him.

He didn't need anyone to tell him at all...

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Beep...beep...beep

He was cleaned from the blood but not the guilt.

Beep...beeb...beep

His wounds had been bandaged but not his ego.

Beep...beep...beep

His legs had been removed but not the jabbing thorn in his heart.

Beep...beep...

He laid on his back in a hospital bed. It was dark outside. He had been phasing in and out of consciousness for the past few hours at random. Even with all the help he was getting form people with healing quirks...he still had a long way to go.

It pained him to look down where his feet should be. Now, outlined easily by the blankets, were just two nubs above the knees, one slightly shorter than the other. It didn't matter HOW much medication they put in his blood, he was still stuck with a taxing amount of pain.

He had already been visited by his parents, which ended in his mother scolding the heck out of him until he just fainted. Now, there was no one in the room. No one to join him in his suffering.

Creeee...

"Huh??" Glad to have a distraction of some kind, Bakugo's head turned to the door. He glared, however, to see Deku of all people enter.

"GET OUT OF HERE, NERD! I DON'T NEED YOU AROUND!!!" He shouted before the green haired boy even had time to shut the door behind him. Expecting this, the other boy flinched but didn't back away. In one of his hands, he carried an All Might figurine, which he set on the desk in the patient's line of sight. Bakugo's scowl deepened. "LISTEN, IF YOU THINK I NEED YOUR PATHETIC LITTLE TOY, THEN YOU'VE GOT SOMETHING ELSE COMING!! I'LL BLAST YOU TO H### IF YOU DON'T LEAVE RIGHT NOW!!!"

Deku's head lowered, evading eye contact but not leaving as his classmate had asked. "...I heard we were going to be in the same class... I know how unlike you it is to run away from school, especially on the first day of class. Whatever the reason may be.. I want you to come back...and be a hero like you always said you were going to be!" Silence followed. Deku stood stiffly with his hands at either side of him shaking in tight fists. The blondie had no idea what to say. He didn't expect Deku to ever talk to him like that, despite doing so all the time. Bakugo caught the runt's big green eyes glancing at the nubs where his legs used to be. This, of course, ticked him off more than anything else.

"RRHHHAAAA! DIEE!" He shoved himself upright in bed despite the pain. "I DON'T CARE WHAT YOUR PUNY A## DOES AS LONG AS IT'S OUT OF HERE! I-I'LL KILL YOU-" He started to crawl toward the side of the bed as if readying himself to act upon that threat.

"KACHAN, NO!" Deku thrust out his hand as Bakugo hopped down without thinking much of it.

The remainders of the teen's legs rippled with pain as he landed. The teen shrieked, cursing all the words he knew at once. All his injuries reminded him of what Hell would feel like. The broken one rolled onto his side, un-injured and injured arm together wrapping around what little of himself he had left.

Deku cringed terribly as he watched, only able to imagine a fraction of the pain the other must be feeling. "KACHAN! ARE YOU ALRIGHT!?"

"GET AWAY FROM ME!!!" Throwing a hand out his way, Bakugo stopped Deku from getting any closer. However, now he was fueled by a fearful desperation the other boy had only partially seen once before, watching in horror as the blondie's eyes filled with tears.

Responding to the commotion inside, a group of doctors and nurses entered, both a little angry and surprised by the sight. "What are you doing on the floor?!" One of them cried.

"I CAN GET UP ON MY OWN! GET THE H### AWAY FROM ME!!" The medical staff wasn't quite as courteous as Deku. They picked the teen up and carried him onto his bed despite his flailing and verbal protests. The other teen stood there silently, not sure what to do. One of the staff asked what had happened, and he told her the brief story. Meanwhile, Bakugo argued with the rest as they forced him to stay in bed and attach all the medical equipment he had previously torn off. As things finally dyed down, Deku was just sitting in a chair fiddling with his thumbs.

The room was awkwardly silent after the doctors and nurses left again. Bakugo didn't even realize Deku was still there until he looked down from the clock on the wall. It was 11:43. "Huh?? Why are you still here?" The boy sitting there looked unsure. He stared down at his own lap as Bakugo continued to growl.

Finally, the meak one answered. "I just wanted to visit... So, at the very least..you wouldn't be alone." The boy lowered his head again.

The one on the bed froze. The memories of just earlier that day hit him like a freight train. Before he even realized what he was doing, Katsuki Bakugo found himself crying. Like, really crying. Poor Deku stood confused, no idea what was going on.

"...Kachan..?"

He was too ashamed to show his face: reddened and flowing with tears. He shoved his face into the corner of the pillow, curling into a ball on the bed as he did so. "You don't get to say that!... You DON'T get to say that!!" He hated this. Everything about it! But, he just couldn't hold it in anymore. His own inadequacy; unable to save himself; incapable of saving his teacher's daughter; and all around zealousness being worth nothing at the end of the day. He was so pathetic that even the kid he bullied pitied him.

"...I'm sorry..." Worried he had just made everything worse, Deku sulked and turned to leave. He left the All Might figurine behind him, opening the door quietly.

"Wait-" Bakugo stopped him. Deku's head rose inquisitively. Bakugo kept his face aimed away from the other, but with a much firmer voice spoke again. "You made it sound like I gave up on being a hero."

"You mean... You didn't?"

"Hmf, not a chance." The teen's lips slid into a smile, despite the wetness in his eyes. "No matter wh-at, I'm gunna be the number one hero... And there's nothing anyone can do to stop me." He added.

Deku smiled pleasantly. "That's great to hear!" He slipped away before Bakugo could make any further comments.

After having calmed down enough, the spiky haired teen rolled again onto his back and laid there, this time with an empty, dead look on his face.

Tick...tick...tick...

It added to the ambiance; the clock his dulled eyes remained stuck on. He just stared as the last few minutes of the day passed. Worry began to settle in.

11:57

He wasn't ready for the next day to begin.

11:58

Despite his determination to move forward, he did not want to live the rest of his life like this.

11:59

He couldn't imagine the next day going by without Zeya alive and well.

12:00

The round, silver clock hit 12...and then it just stopped. Bakugo's brows rose a smidge, confused.

Ch!

A glowing, pale blue crack struck through the wall just behind the clock. And from there, it started to expand across the wall.

Bakugo smirked.

"Kachan, the hallway is disintegrating!! ..Why are you smiling!?!" Deku burst through the door, terror in his eyes. He was most surprised to find the patient smiling silently in bed as the cracks started to encompass every object around him. Reality itself started to dissipate. Chunks fell from objects and floated away as a glowing blue matter. Deku looked down, shrieking in horror to see the same cracks crawling up his legs. He ran toward the patient, who so far was untouched. "KACHAN, WHAT'S HAPPENING?!" To his surprise, the other teen grabbed one of his hands and squeezed it tight.

Chuckling, the teen smiled wide. "She's alive..."

"Who?! A villain!?!"

"Heh, no..." Bakugo looked up into the green eyes of the other, flinching when he saw the sheer amount of cracks now consuming the other's body. The whole room was now already little but a few random items floating around and the hospital bed. "..I'm glad she isn't." He added.

Then, the terrified Deku vanished before his very eyes. As did the hospital bed under him. Now, it was just Bakugo floating in a blank white void. He waited patientl- impatiently for something to happen. After a few long seconds had passed, the void shined so bright that Bakugo had to close his eyes. And, when he finally did...

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BRAP! BRAP! BRAP!

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Idk where to put this. xP

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