The sky was hazy from the fog of night, but from the streets below it wasn’t hard to see how the skyscraper was set ablaze by the collision of hero verses villain. Midoriya stared anxiously up, a boy of now nearly 18 years old, knowing what was happening above. “Kacchan, you idiot!” he cursed under his breath as he ran into the blazing building. Everyone had already been evacuated but for the explosive boy he was forced to call his rival. Why was he like this!
Bakugou was at the very top of that blaze, he knew, assigned stupidly together on an assignment hoping that they would finally jump the final hurdle of cooperation, yet when Midoriya ran back, Bakugou threw himself forward. They had different goals – one to destroy, one to protect.
He charged up the stairs at unreal speed, ducking under beams ablaze and leaping over collapsing staircases. Everyone was safe from the building’s fire… Except Kacchan. Midoriya’s feet pounded the ground as he ran, sometimes skidding to fast into a turn and slamming against a wall. “Kacchan!” he cried as and explosion overhead threatened the foundation of the building. Again he cried as he got closer, and on the last flight of stairs, as the air was red hot around him, he screamed again “KACCHAN!!!”
The explosions hardly ceased as he climbed, but just as he rounded the last flight of steps they ceased. Fear shook him, knowing that Bakugou was hardly one to leave dead air. The building was ablaze. The villain stood far on the otherside of the room, and between them stood Bakugou, clothes burned to shreads, his headpiece thrown in a distant corner, and the grenade on his right arm had broken open. His shoulders raised visibly as he panted from the exhilaration. “Bastard,” he cussed under his rugged breath, “This time you die!”
“Kacchan!!” He couldn’t do this here and now. He had to stop! But Midoriya’s call fell on deaf ears. Bakugou moved to pull the pin from his remaining grenade as Midoriya ran toward him from behind. The explosion set off, a thunder clap that shook the building and scortched the floor. The villain screamed as the floor began to crack beneath them. For only a second Midoriya hesitated against the blast, but back on his feet he ran toward Bakugou, suffering the center of the blow. Bakugou collapsed from exhaustion into Midoriya’s arms, who caught him just as the floor snapped beneath the two of them. The world rushed past Midoriya’s gaze, but without regret he clung to Bakugou as they fell down each story until the building collapsed.
When they reached the bottom, under the rubble of the floors that were above them, Midoriya coughed against the rubble. It seemed impossible to live through a fall like that, but with full cowl, it seemed almost anything was possible. Against his bosom he held Bakugou and panicked after a moment as he pulled the young man’s face away from his chest. “Kacchan! Kacchan, are you okay?? … Kacchan!” he shook him a few times, eventually stirring Bakugou from his half slumber.
Bakugou squinted for a moment at Midoriya and sneered. “Don’t fucking mumble, waste of… fucking.. bastard.” His head lolled forward, injured, asleep, and breathing. Midoriya’s heart raced anxiously, and he sighed. Standing up, his back brushing off rubble like it were lint, Midoriya stepped through the haze of dust and toward the distant scream of sirens.
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Bakugou was at the very top of that blaze, he knew, assigned stupidly together on an assignment hoping that they would finally jump the final hurdle of cooperation, yet when Midoriya ran back, Bakugou threw himself forward. They had different goals – one to destroy, one to protect.
He charged up the stairs at unreal speed, ducking under beams ablaze and leaping over collapsing staircases. Everyone was safe from the building’s fire… Except Kacchan. Midoriya’s feet pounded the ground as he ran, sometimes skidding to fast into a turn and slamming against a wall. “Kacchan!” he cried as and explosion overhead threatened the foundation of the building. Again he cried as he got closer, and on the last flight of stairs, as the air was red hot around him, he screamed again “KACCHAN!!!”
The explosions hardly ceased as he climbed, but just as he rounded the last flight of steps they ceased. Fear shook him, knowing that Bakugou was hardly one to leave dead air. The building was ablaze. The villain stood far on the otherside of the room, and between them stood Bakugou, clothes burned to shreads, his headpiece thrown in a distant corner, and the grenade on his right arm had broken open. His shoulders raised visibly as he panted from the exhilaration. “Bastard,” he cussed under his rugged breath, “This time you die!”
“Kacchan!!” He couldn’t do this here and now. He had to stop! But Midoriya’s call fell on deaf ears. Bakugou moved to pull the pin from his remaining grenade as Midoriya ran toward him from behind. The explosion set off, a thunder clap that shook the building and scortched the floor. The villain screamed as the floor began to crack beneath them. For only a second Midoriya hesitated against the blast, but back on his feet he ran toward Bakugou, suffering the center of the blow. Bakugou collapsed from exhaustion into Midoriya’s arms, who caught him just as the floor snapped beneath the two of them. The world rushed past Midoriya’s gaze, but without regret he clung to Bakugou as they fell down each story until the building collapsed.
When they reached the bottom, under the rubble of the floors that were above them, Midoriya coughed against the rubble. It seemed impossible to live through a fall like that, but with full cowl, it seemed almost anything was possible. Against his bosom he held Bakugou and panicked after a moment as he pulled the young man’s face away from his chest. “Kacchan! Kacchan, are you okay?? … Kacchan!” he shook him a few times, eventually stirring Bakugou from his half slumber.
Bakugou squinted for a moment at Midoriya and sneered. “Don’t fucking mumble, waste of… fucking.. bastard.” His head lolled forward, injured, asleep, and breathing. Midoriya’s heart raced anxiously, and he sighed. Standing up, his back brushing off rubble like it were lint, Midoriya stepped through the haze of dust and toward the distant scream of sirens.