Chapter 36: thē ໓ēงil'Ş Ş໐ຖ

Midoriya hadn't felt so frustrating in a while as he kneeled in defeat. Within the rocks and the debris that obstructed the passage of the street, he couldn't find the spear in which he and his friends had spent so much time on. It was stupid, but he really did put a lot of effort and a lot sweat to make it work. And to think that he'd be that careless and lose it in less than a day, he felt terrible of himself.

Moreover, it started to rain without mercy.

That only fed off his emotions, and started regretting his will to cry. Probably the judges were indifferent by his wimpy reaction. They probably already crossed him out of the list for not passing. As the rain each time soaked his hair and clothes, he simply felt denigrated by the thought that he was a loser.

Midoriya stood up after a while, and looked up where he couldn't see the brightest breach from the clouds. It was so dark and blurry. Surely the rain and this threatening storm was not natural. Taking off the hoodie, he allowed the raindrops to rinse his sadden expression.

He stepped down the mountains of chalk, dragging his foot away from that miserable swarm. He was now drenched, not leaving a single area dried of his face. Midoriya could care less as he walked to the closest building that provided shelter, warmth, and a rooftop. Considering his current situation, he wondered why the U.A High School would still continue the exams after this disturbance.

Surely, he would say, it was part of the course.

Maybe they were testing out his resistance in the rain and how he could tolerate. But even if that were the case, he didn't have anything to attack nor defend himself. Was he really up to the challenge of being a hero?

His thoughts perished as he raised his head to the middle of the street, far, far away. Some figure of a probable student stood firmly, not moving an inch of his body. They were also being drenched by the rain, so Midoriya questioned why they remained inmobile in the middle of this sickening downpour.

It was only then that the other person raised their head, and Midoriya asked himself why he hadn't noticed before.

It was Bakugo.

It was him.

His spiky hair.

His penetrating eyes.

He couldn't move. He couldn't believe this was true. It was as if time had stopped, meanwhile the blond said something on his earpiece.

That small thing drove his feet to rapidly start running in the opposite direction. Forget about the support item. Forget about the exams. What the hell was he doing here?

Midoriya slipped by sprinting so fast, sliding down and crashing against a pillar. He groaned in pain and despite the blood aching from his knee, he stood up and ran faster. He didn't hear explosions from behind. As expected, he thought Kacchan couldn't use them in the rain because it was dangerous and ineffective due to his quirk's regulations.

The other reconsidered learning from his mistakes because he kept on stumbling with each dash he made. But at this moment, he couldn't dare to slow down. He was facing the one that was bound to end his life, as well as the one that destroyed it.

The puddles of water was all around the streets. It was a danger to keep on tripping and possibly fall on his face, but so was getting caught by him. He didn't even dare to look back. He didn't even know where he was going.

In search for a building?

The outside of the gates?

A hiding spot?

No! He forgot about Kirishima! He had to find him! But what if he leads Kacchan to him? But at the same time, if Kacchan is here, that means The League of Villains are here as well. Well, he had to let go of that decision. Searching for Kirishima was like swimming the entire Pacific Ocean to look for a certain vessel. Better use this time wisely before he ran out of breath. Speaking of which, it was hard to breath beneath the rain.

He swiftly made a turn but didn't expect it to go unnoticed. Midoriya sprinted to the doors of a tall building in attempt to hide. It was sort of difficult because the droplets of the rain would track down his trail.

Not looking behind, he stepped onto the staircase to the mediocre levels. This is when the pain started to ache; both from his stomach and knee. A rush of motivation sprung across him as he heard heavy stomps also walk up in sync. He hadn't mistakened it. It was him, and he was following him.

What the hell was he doing?

He was leading him to his own death.

Midoriya couldn't contain that trembling fear and sobbing as his foot got tired from only reaching the third floor. Luckily the rooms were big, but there weren't a lot of doors. It was some sort of designed business tower. Along with the exhausting rain and that marathon running, he dropped to the carpet of the floor in defenselesness. The green-haired lacked stamina as his heart raced, but he wasn't going to faint.

This was it.

He was done for.

Bakugo panted from that exercise, and crouched to face him after all of these days.

"Midoriya!" Kirishima ran on the sidewalk of the street since he thought it was less risky from slipping. Recently he saw two forms running, one chasing the other, and his senses told him what he assumed it was. Even though he was scared to come across a maniac like him, he had to save his friend. He tried to check every building from the outside, because he surely knew they headed into one. If he were to inspect inside every single damn building, it would take hours.

"Midoriya! Where are you?!" Kirishima shouted, battling the sound of the fierce rain pouring down.

Bakugo ruffled his drenched hair. Not so soft anymore, but its tangles couldn't take away the value of how precious it is. As the other laid on the floor to no avail, Bakugo checked out the room. A couch, a coffee table, rigid flooring, a large table; wooden walls, wooden roof. There was enough space for them. The windows were mainly on the row of the wall, but he knew that none of this will sustain for too long.

He turned to the other, who happened to not be there anymore.

Bakugo cursed. How could he have disappeared that fast? In just in the blink of an eye, that damn Deku dared to leave so quietly. The blond's attention was caught by the outside. He saw the boy run afterwards another building to hide. Bakugo smiled as he threw himself against the window and levitated with a safe explosion. Looking at the direction in which the other ran, he made sure to follow his guide.

This building was more probable of collapsing even though its looks lied. It was made out of cement, but it already looked destroyed by the outsides; though the roof was still on use. In the darkness of the first floor, the rain didn't help his vision. Just when Bakugo passed the entrance, he was hit on the back of the head with a bottle of glass.

He groaned, dropping down to the floor in agitation, caressing the wound on his head. The glass scattered across the ground. Midoriya was so confident to run pass the blond to escape through the door, but he was pulled from his ankle. Bakugo yanked him back inside, as he still sustained the maimed injury. The green-haired fell on his back and hit his head as well.

A storm roared as well as an echoing thunder above them.

Bakugo smiled.

"Damn... since when did you become so aggresive?" His rough voice was heard after ages. Midoriya's heart stung. It hurt. This hurts. This hurts. This hurts.

The blond stood in front of the other, who still rested on the floor with all the sensations of his body bursted by deprivation. His heart fastened, and along with that tingling feeling of icy drops sliding down his skin, his body shook immensely.

Bakugo held his head a little more until he felt the pain and oozes of blood cease. He lowered his arms and stared at the one below him.

"Was it worth it?"

Midoriya made an effort of squinting his eyes in order to focus on his face. Forget about the question; Kacchan wore an appealing leather jacket tainted by black, with a white shirt underneath. The black pants and sneakers also matched up his theme. Needless to say, he looked nice regardless of his soaked hair. Before answering, he sighed.

"What you mean?" He lowly asked, not interested.

"Was it worth it abandoning me?"

He raised his body to sit down, looking at the floor without any replies.

"Answer me!" Bakugo yelled with his gripped hands.

"Yeah, it was. I had time to stay away from you and remember what it's like to feel alive," he spat angrily, challenging the blond.

"Well, you know what? I almost died out there," he made a gesture to the outside. "That fucking Shigaraki retard almost killed me, and you happily left without a second thought that I'd die." The blond snatched his hair, making him look up.

"And look at you here, making new friends and trying to take the exams as a criminal. And guess what? I also came here to take the exams. I'm not the only delusional who thinks that they will be able to pass with a fucking record."

Midoriya struggled from his grip, twisting his head to bite the hand that held him. Bakugo let out a groan and threw him aside. Midoriya crawled to the back of the building that guaranteed the gaps of absent windows, but he didn't reach too far.

Bakugo held him down after lunging his body towards him, dragging him back to the center. With Midoriya facing the floor, Bakugo restrained his body on a sitting position.

"Damn, where are they?" He mumbled to himself, wandering his hand around his pant's pockets. Some black wires were presented in his view, although the green-haired didn't see them yet. Bakugo rudely seized both wrists and wrapped a knot around the two.

"What are you doing?" Deku was motioned to move as the other's weight stood up and some pressure was applied to his wrists. Afterwards, he was switched to face him while laying on the floor. "Why- Why am I tied up?!"

Bakugo kneeled, then softly neared to his body. "Deku, don't make this difficult."

The green-haired resisted, forcing the tight wires to break apart, although all they did was mark his skin red.

"Kacchan, let me go! You know how this ends and you know that it's pointless!" He stated between tears. "Why do you always treat me this way?"

"I don't have a choice. With that temper of yours I can't keep it up."

"My temper? So I'm the one to blame? What about yours?"

"Shut the fuck up!" Bakugo stopped on his center and snatched up a knife from his jacket, pointing at the other's face.

Another thunder struck, as the two boys were reminded that they were still soaked.

Deku carefully stared at the knife in hesitance, and decided to calm down. Kacchan hasn't changed after all. He had just become more unstable. His breath itched, proposing the fact that he was going to obey for this scenario.

Bakugo sighed and hid the knife again.

"Listen, Deku," he said. "I came here to get you back, okay? I didn't come here to talk, nor to fight, or tolerate your bullshit."

"But why did you tie me up?"

"So you won't escape."

"Then why am I still here?"

He maintained silence for a bit.

"Because I've missed you; at least let me enjoy this moment of getting you back," he said softly, running his breath around his neck. Deku shivered, skipping a few shared breaths.

"Kacchan, no, no, you can't!" Deku resisted again, moving his arms and body to get the other off of him. Deku couldn't give in after sustaining it. After giving it all and mustering the courage to be audacious for once. Having his tied hands behind his back didn't work.

Bakugo took out the knife in which the other shrieked. He directed it to his torso and ripped off the hoodie. Midoriya felt defeated as he had lost the utility of the hoodie.

"Is this shirt fom Shitty hair?" Bakugo grunted at the blue shirt that Midoriya had underneath. The other gulped and nodded, thinking that he referred to Kirishima.

Bakugo raised the shirt but didn't damage it, showing off his wounded stomach.

Deku tensed up as the cold air met another part of his skin.

"The cuts are fading away," Bakugo muttered, caressing the warmth of his body with his palms. Every touch made Deku wince and shiver. He didn't know what will hurt, but all he felt were tickles below.

Bakugo led his tongue travel from the bottom of his abdomen to his chest. Deku's mouth trembled as he wanted to keep some invading noises in. His hot breath met with every area of his body, lingering and leaving everything moisty. Bakugo gave kisses down his stomach and up, getting so driven by his greediness. Midoriya's droplets were made of sweat. The storm kept on pouring, but for some reason the heat kept their body temperature balanced.

"I've missed you, Deku," Bakugo's voice was underneath his near, licking the neck in which helplessly amused Midoriya.

"Kacchan... don't..." He couldn't think.

Bakugo aparted and raised Midoriya's shirt even upper.

"I've missed your body," his hands massaged his smooth surface.

"You can't do this... I hate you.." Midoriya sobbed. "You killed my mom, Kacchan. And you killed lots of other people."

The blond stared at him. "Everybody I killed was in order to protect you. I killed your mother because she was going to separate us; I was the only one who could help you at the moment. I killed people because we needed to survive."

"Then what about our classmates? Did they deserved to die? No! But you killed more than twenty!" Bakugo stopped.

"You know that's because I did it for you. Those people bullied and hurted you."

"But you're worse than them!" Midoriya pulled his wrists but nothing worked. He still tried to escape like a trapped fish on a fishing net who's about to die. Bakugo dug a knife at the side, digging through the wooden floor and staring at him with widened eyes. Midoriya looked at the dagger, surprised.

"I'm worst? If you saw the news, I'm sure you heard that I'm The Devil's Son, isn't that true? So tell me: is there anything worse than that? Than being sent on Earth by Satan himself?"

Midoriya was scared. He tried and tried to be strong, but Bakugo was just to the next level. He knew his weakest points so well.

"Stop moving," Bakugo commanded as he led his hands to the green-haired's pants. "W-wait stop!" Midoriya angrily yelled, although it was too late. He lowered them down and couldn't help but smirk.

"Look at that. So much 'Kacchan, no! Kaccchan, please!' But you have a fucking honest erection there," he argued, pretending to match the other's reaction. Fondling the fabric on top, he traced in circles the leaking wetness.

"That's because you're on top of me!" He managed to say, quivering.

"The Devil's Son is on top of you; you should be scared. Now let me show you how's it like to be fucked by him," he said once with the boxers down. Midoriya's shyness faded away after two fingers thrusted his insides, wincing in no attempts of hiding it.

"Who knew your ass would already be wet, hm?" Bakugo teased, looking back at the troubled. He bit his lips harshly, internally moaning at the roughness and the idea of Kacchan's new name.

His conservation was tempting, but Bakugo wanted to be satisfied. Meanwhile he moved his fingers, he held his shoulder.

"Hey, I want to hear you," he indicated. Deku didn't listen, however. Gasping at his burning touch, he glanced at the sides to find any item that would help him in that situation. He realized that the shreds of glass were all gathered on the floor. One was close by, luckily, and Deku secretely grabbed it with his restrained wrists, making small friction underneath his back.

Bakugo dug deep in his well-hidden spot, returning the fingers with speed. He finally made him give in, but not so easily. He spread his legs so he could continue to shove his fingers inside him comfortably. After a set of minutes, he took them out and they were damped. Bakugo cleaned them with his shirt.

Midoriya heavily breathed as he harrassed the ceiling with a stare. He was dazed by Kacchan's skills, though still disliked him.

"Two days ago I visited you in your friend's house." Midoriya shot a questioning look. "It was at night so of course you don't remember. I forced Shigaraki to open the portal, and found you underneath Shitty Hair's bed," he said chuckling. "At least you were on the floor and not together!"

Midoriya was confused but actually concerned by that night's safety.

"I touched you and you seemed to like it," he said seductively, nearing his face close. "You didn't even look back. It was as if you knew it was me."

Then did that mean it was real? That meant Kacchan was there the whole time when he suspected it to be a dream.

"Though I had to go because Shigaraki couldn't bare monitor me," he finalized, showing how disappointed he felt at that moment.

"You knew where I was this whole time?" Deku asked.

"Yeah, I just waited for the perfect moment to kill that asshole," those words made the other widen their eyes. "But he was always with you."

Bakugo went ahead and unzipped his own pants, aiming to end this so he could search for Shigaraki. Deku panicked and resisted yet again, kicking the air with his feet.

"Get off me!" Deku cried. "Get off me, Kacchan! Kirishima!"

Kirishima swore minutes had passed, and had sworn he heard his name being called. If he heard his name, Midoriya was close, really close to the area. As he ran, all he had in mind were ways to find him. Maybe if he could catch his name being called again, or maybe some sounds, or some alarming noises.

However, he did hear yells for help, and they were recognizable and not coming from the storm or thunders. He felt a little sense telling him it wasn't safe to go, but it led him to the other side of the sidewalk. As he went inside that noisy building, Kirishima was rather left aghasted by finally encountering the very wanted villain.

"Midoriya!" He screamed, getting the attention of the blond and the dazed freckled. "You!"

He directed to punch the withstanding criminal of Japan, but instantly was pressed down by him. Bakugo gripped his nape, trapping him to the ground as he buckled his pants again, unsatisfied. "Where the fuck did you come from?" The blond pulled Deku's arm and removed the tangled wires on his wrists; and instead, replaced it on the red-haired's. Kirishima resisted and used his hardening quirk, making it harder for Bakugo to tie him. But since he didn't have time, all he did was push his face down with a foot, and that seemed to awaken his exhaustion.

Midoriya cowered to the corner, aparting farther away from Kacchan and standing up as he now could. Just when Bakugo was ready to explode him in search for incapacitating his moves, Deku swung the piece of glass he had in front, slicing a bleeding wound on his arm.

"Agh! Fuck! Y-you bastard..." Bakugo bended his back in pain, holding the injury. Despite being smashed in the head with a bottle of glass and his skin cut, his eternal adrenaline still struck.

Deku passed by quickly to wear his clothes. He still had his shirt on, but his boxers and pants laid messily without use. After he did it with such success, Kacchan was wrapping a tattered sleeve of his hoodie around his arm oozing drips.

Kirishima started to regain consciousness, until reminding himself of where he was.

"Crap, Midoriya!" He raised his head, seeing how Bakugo grabbed Midoriya's wrist with difficulty, along with their feuding. He gulped, speculating a way to remove these wires that, even though they were thin from a disposable material, they really could mark his skin.

Snatching the broken glass from his gripped hands, Bakugo flung it somewhere he couldn't distinguish from the obscured darkness. "Idiot! Don't be so stupid!" He shouted at his face, pressing onto the grasp.

"Where are you taking me?" Deku resisted, pulling back.

"I'm taking you out of here because this Shitty Hair ruined my plans!" He said, obviously bothered.

"Kacchan, I told you I'm not going with you!" he broke off and stumbled behind, carefully avoiding the other from grabbing him again. Bakugo stopped moving and faced him at his last temper.

Kirishima tensed at their gradual argument, but still questioned what to do in this situation. When he was running to search for his friend, he came upon Present Mic. Since he expected something bad to happen, he told him to bring in more Pro Heros because The League of Villains probably broke into the field in search for terrorizing the students.

If Kirishima couldn't break off the wires of his wrist, forget about being a hero.

Decided to give every lasting effort, he brusquely ripped off the wires, almost damaging his arm as he was about to deactivate his quirk. However, he remained on the same sitting position, pretending that his wrists were still tied. He had to act now, when that repugnant entity had finally his attention locked into the green-haired boy.

"God, you really have to fucking complicate things, don't you?" Bakugo's voice raised, stepping towards the other. Deku saw in the corner of his eye that Kirishima had mysteriously stood up with no restraints on, carefully. He led his index finger to his lips indicating silence. Since Kacchan was getting close, his back was against the wall.

"If anyone's complicating anything, it's you. I've told you to let me go, to end this. You don't know how much you're hurting me and yourself," Deku continued, aware that Kirishima was preparing to attack the back of the blond's head. He assumed it was too dangerous for someone as unpredictable as Kacchan, but there was no way he'd want to be takened back.

Kirishima hardened his skin into a metallic endurance, ready to smash the back of Bakugo's head.

Bakugo grabbed Deku's arm. "I told you, I promise things will-" He was cut by Kirishima, who successfully made the hit. Bakugo landed on the ground, groaning as he crashed onto the sturdy flooring. He saw that unbearable offender, whom he had longed to kill for many weeks. Inside, a revolt raged protested for violence. He tried and tried to maintain himself for Deku's affection, but it was of no use if they did not collaborate.

Kirishima kicked Bakugo so he would fall back down, and shouted: "Midoriya, go leave!" Deku listened as his inner voice also requested that.

The blond was urged to laugh. "As if! He will not fucking escape from me again!" Then, he instigated a tremendious explosion that blew away the cement wall. Kirishima had the most impact. He had fallen down in mild injuries and barely felt his muscles. Deku stumbled to his feet at the exit.

Bakugo quickly ran to him and yanked him inside, even farther away from the main room into a different one. He did this to buy more time and deal with the red-haired.

Grabbing the pocket knife from the floor, he stomped towards the annoyance. As Kirishima kneeled one leg, shaking from how painful that explosion left him. The blond gripped a fistful of his hair, pulling it up.

"Shitty Hair, you really shouldn't have ever got involved into this," this sent a warning to him, encouraged to activate his quirk. From his face to his feet, he was as hard as a rock, almost impossible for any small cuts to slice through.

"I see how this quirk of yours works," he smiled, digging the point to his neck. Slight bleeding pierced and slid down to his collarbone. "Too bad it won't work against me."

"G-go to hell," Kirishima uttered, wincing at the pain that couldn't let his arms move.

"Oh, if you didn't know, I'm actually from hell," he put so much force on the dagger, that the quirk couldn't protect him from getting maimed. The knife was plunged through his skin, through his flesh, into his throat; gushes of blood splattering.

Midoriya entered the room, to find the worst surprise ever.

Gasping in fear, he outlined the bleeding body of Kirishima, who was once a friend and now a lifeless soul.

"What are you doing?!" Midoriya screamed at him, instantly dashing and dropping down beside the body. As he held its back, he saw his still eyes staring at nothing, and endless streams of blood from his neck.

"He shouldn't have gotten in my way. You clearly know that," Bakugo said, hiding the pocket knife and putting it in his jacket. Deku shot a glare at him and stood, not lasting long enough until his own confidence urged him to grab Bakugo's collar of his shirt.

"Why? WHY?! Why do you always have to solve things like this!" He yelled in his face, pushing him against the wall with his grip.

"If I told him to leave, he wouldn't have done so," Bakugo replied, attentively staring at Deku's impulsive actions. "Why risk it if I can go on the simplest route?"

"That wasn't a simple route! You killed someone; you killed my friend! I'm never going to forgive you for this!" Deku let go of his collar. His eyes were stuffed with yet new tears, and his knuckles tightened, proposing possible riots from him.

Bakugo slowly walked towards him, examining his face. "Why do you care about friends when you have me? I can be anything for you," his soft voice articulated. Deku nodded in disagreement. "It doesn't work like that. You're not my friend, and you can't ever be it," he shivered, scared and angry with his aching voice.

The blond sighed with shut eyes. He turned his back, tired, and held up a finger to his earpiece.

"Shigaraki, set up the warp gate," he informed to the other voice. Bakugo stared at the floor for the other's reply. "That's because I had to... deal with other affairs. Just get that portal done already... yeah, like in front of the tallest building."

Bakugo lowered his finger from the earpiece, aiming to grab Midoriya's wrist again and accompany him to the outside. The other avoided it, stepping back with a disgusted glare.

"Don't touch me," Deku surprisingly said. "I don't want to leave this place with someone like you."

"Deku..." Bakugo maintained his patience as he led his palms to Deku's cheeks with absolute care. Bearing with him and his stubborn behavior, Bakugo just felt that he couldn't be defeated. No matter how many times he was rejected, it won't efface the fact that he will bring Deku with him regardless. Those feelings he had felt for weeks, those that he took for granted. That he never wished to accept, but either way could actually be a falsery image in his deteriorated head. Tearing up, the blond said the most unpredictable things.

"Ĭ̶̡̠͖̀̿̊̾̈́͒̚̚̚ ̵̭̜̠̭̘̮͈̗̆͝ͅḷ̸͓̝̜̓̎̀̐̆́o̴̝̻̰̮̥̅͆̍ͅv̴͕͑͛̐͋͗̈̌̇̚ȅ̸̡͇̜͓̦̦̤̈̓̑͛̎̑͛͜ ̸̞͈̻̲͕̬̌̀y̸̩͇̭͕̩͊̈́̇̈́͆͘o̵̫̞̣̖̰͛́́u̸̡̙̱̹̞̭̇̅́"

Ah, there it was.

Those words that were enough to put his mind in blank.

Words that instead rifted the disconnection and brought upon that burden again.

The revival of his feelings.

The blond hugged him, pressing his head onto his chest. "I searched for you for days, alone and worried for you, Deku. Don't leave me again," his tone was desperate. "I love you, don't leave me again. I'll bring you back and we'll do whatever you want together." Midoriya trembled at his impressive change in attitude. It was as if he couldn't hear nor make up what he was saying by how stunned he was.

Anger flushed within, feeling unjust to how he was controlled by his touch, humiliated by his acts, and taunted by his words. He wanted to hit Kacchan, wanted to put him in jail already, but it was so complicated. The feeling of assumingly being loved by him was more than just reality.

Hands slipping down to hold him closer to his face, some sort of insanity was reflected through Bakugo's eyes. "I can kiss you everyday, and love you everyday. Don't worry about the food, about the police, or anything; I'll get it all for you," Bakugo sobbed between his sentence. "But don't say you hate me, or regret everything we did," he pressed his forehead against the other's.

Deku was a little uncomfortable by how close he was and his dependent statement towards him. Kacchan missed him? Worried about him? Loved him? He tried to convince himself it was a hoax, but always led to doubting whether it was true. Nonetheless, he didn't forget of Kirishima's corpse.

Slapping his hands away, Deku walked backwards. "That's just nonsense! How can you say that out of thin air when Kirishima is lying there cold and dead!" He cried, indicating the lifeless body on the floor. Bakugo frowned, irritated.

"Who the hell cares about that fucker?! I only fucking want you!" He shouted, taking out the dagger that he snatched from the floor a while ago. Deku gave shrieks of fear at the sight of danger, driven by Kacchan whom had cornered his back against the wall. The pointy knife was put on his neck as a threat, with a palm pressed on the side to prevent his escape.

"You're coming with me. If you run away I'll-" Bakugo stopped. He himself didn't know the exception. His elaboration evolved, relieving the force on the dagger as the thinking disturbed it. Deku hummed in doubt.

"I'll fuck up your life forever. I will never stop searching for you, and you'll never live a normal life without me," he said. "I won't let that happen."

Seemingly convinced, Deku nodded in acceptance at once. He didn't have a choice, actually, but didn't want to go through all that trouble. Bakugo was alleviated to finally get the response he wanted, and soon let go of the knife in his neck. Deku was still pressed against the wall in alteration, but Bakugo quickly grabbed his wrist.

"We're going to go outside and wait for Shigaraki, okay?" Bakugo said, passing through the entrance of that testing building. They shoved aside the glass that formed a short painful memory. Left the body of a boy who once ambitioned to be a hero. As Deku was pulled, he raised his head until he couldn't see his corpse anymore; because as cruel as this abandonment was, he wasn't going to see him again.

Crying, he sniffed and cleaned his nose. After all those generous sacrifices and risks Kirishima took in order to help Midoriya, he paid him back in this way. He felt terrible, but couldn't do anything about it.

"Why're you crying?" Bakugo asked, not giving a single worry to the draining rain. They stopped in the middle of the streets, with Kacchan letting go his wrist.

"Kirishima..." Deku sobbed. "He's dead and gone; no longer alive. H-he was s-so nice to me! And now... he's dead." Bakugo was obviously indifferent to this conversation, but either way he softly pulled Deku into a hug. As he stroked his hair, he embraced the other's body in the middle of the stream.

"Shh... shh, forget about it," Bakugo whispered. "I am here for you."

An echoing and sensation of dense fear rang across the space, fighting off the heavy sound of the rain. It wasn't just any echoing. It wasn't just any fear. It were the laughs of an iconic champion of Japan whom Deku had always looked upon on. And in the middle of this chaos among the disastreous representation he promoted, he gasped at it.

"There's no need to fear, why? Because I am here!"