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"We won't resist harming you in any way if you don't wish to comply," Best Jeanist reminded, focusing on his main target. He strengthen the fabric of his polyester-made pants design costume to be ready for an attack. Edgeshot gave a slight touch to the man's shoulder with his hand.

"I'll take him far away from here first. Do you think you can deal with this kid?" He asked, referring to Bakugo. The hero expected to bring Midoriya somewhere farther in which the blond could not reach. This could make things easier to deal with.

"I might have trouble, but it's more important to lead Midoriya out of here," Best Jeanist articulated, yet doubtful at the back of his head. Edgeshot was just about to carefully fold his body into a thin and long string, although Bakugo threw another grandious ignition to his view. Midoriya fell back meanwhile the hero's limbs sort of shifted from its place, struggling to stand.

Best Jeanist turned his head to check his partner, but he was just fine. Midoriya knocked his back against a building pretty hard, however. Then, he directed to Bakugo, who was accumulating sparks for another fire-some blow.

The hero leaped and dodged, stepping aside the offense act. He stretched leads of polyester from the sleeves of his costume and tightened them around Bakugo's arm. As expected, the blond resisted, easily snapping off the strings with his hands.

Nomus dropped off from the skies, probably due to Shigaraki's troops. The weird creatures yawned and wailed like dying whales, looking terrifyingly with their skulls piercing out and teeth sharpened. Having massive unnaturally-colored bodies, they lunged forward to the two heroes.

"Edgeshot, call for more heroes!" Best Jeanist said, troubled by the load of weight they had to beat through. Edgeshot made a gesture of denial, still similarly agitated at the task.

"There's no need to. All Might will be here soon. I'll put these guys to sleep by playing with their organs," he opposed, slightling losing his grip on Midoriya since he planned on transforming into the sharp razor form to stab their biological structure.

"That is uncertain! We don't know what these creatures are composed o-" Bakugo set off another massive explosion from his palms. He had made his hands sweat by heating them up in his pockets. Since they were distracted, Best Jeanist was caught off guard and couldn't prevent Edgeshot from being tackled. The blond snatched Deku's wrist and ran from the heroes.

Deku was scared and confused, but it didn't stop him from yanking his hand downward to let Kacchan free him. Bakugo knew what he was doing, so he punched his cheek, making it brutually face the other way.

Best Jeanist again pulled Bakugo's leg with an attached string around it. This time it was stronger than last time. With his other fingers, he pulled his arm closer. Bakugo groaned in frustration, shoving whatever was uncomfortably delaying his urge to get out and make matters go more flexible.

Edgeshot anonimously zigzagged in the coast of the sidewalk, in silence he ambushed Bakugo from behind. The razor-shaped formulation of his body dug through his arms, but no blood came out from how incredibly thin it was. Bakugo felt his arm go numb after that struck, although he felt no pain, and looked aside to notice that the hero got a hit on him.

Cursing, he kicked his face which was not the tiniest nor miniature lead from all of them, backing away and slashing off the strings restrained from the other blond-haired hero. Bakugo pulled Deku with him, farther away in panic.

"Bakugo, stop being immature," Edgeshot said. "Given in."

He didn't listen and shook as he felt defenseless. No matter what, these heroes were going to win. If he were to beat them by himself, he would totally have the strength, but couldn't stand a chance when he also had to keep Deku from getting separated. Still walking backward with no aims on going anywhere significant, the name of defeat lurked within his mind, screaming for it to not be true.

Holding Deku, he snatched his knife from his jacket and wrapped the arm around his neck. The dagger laid underneath his chin, close to the skin, and taking him for hostage. Deku yelped, struggling to even make a noise. Bakugo's other hand pressed against his chest.

"Leave us alone or I'll kill him." These words brought an icy shiver across Deku's body. It was as if his eyes frozened and his face turned pale. Kacchan was betting on his life, and even proposed to tantalize it. A Nomu reappeared from the alleyway, flinging itself to the heroes.

The two adults ran far from them, still having their gaze at the greenette and the blond. Using Edgeshot's quirk, he crossed through the bodies of the muscular Nomu and adjusted its organs. It made the creature collapse, and even though it was not dead, it bought some time.

"Kid, don't be stupid!" Best Jeanist shouted, deploying strands of polyesters from his jean-made jacket to confine Bakugo yet again.

Bakugo slashed the upcoming string without hesitations, quickly bringing the knife back beneath Deku's neck.

"K-Kacchan! Don't do this!" Deku wailed, rocking forward but brought back by Kacchan's force. He held his neck tightly, and did not wish to let it go. Edgeshot and Best Jeanist looked at each other in desperation, since another Nomu headed to their ways.

"Edgeshot, go search for All Might. He has to be somewhere close, and tell him to give us a hand in here" Shinya nodded and drove himself through his quirk. He eventually left the street, leaving Best Jeanist alone to sustain these mutant monsters and also protect the kid.

All sort of miserable thoughts rushed through Bakugo's mind. At that moment, he was frustrated. The only thing he could do to take control of this troubling scenario was to lay a dagger near Deku's neck, and maintain him in the same place. He was frustrated to let him go. To let him go and be separated again. The days he was alone, searching for wherever he ran off to, he understood the untolerable feeling of isolation.

He wasn't ashamed to confess that he grew dependent.

If he were to be taken away, Bakugo would assure there would not be global peace.

The rain, yet again, masked his shedding tears.

He was weak and he knew it.

He was emotionally attatched to the person who he once considered an enemy, whom instead pretentiously defines him as one.

Glancing at the corners of this prison, All Might appeared alongside Edgeshot.

This was it.

This was it.

This was it.

The American-styled hero formulated a tornado-like attack from his special moves, sending the dirty purple monster to fly off the bounds and out of their sight. It happened so fast it made Bakugo feel inferior; which he hated that sensation.

Having confidence to watch out for their backs, Best Jeanist and Edgeshot stood aside the hero, reminding that image of intimidation. Bakugo walked backward, slowly holding the weapon, and holding the boy.

Immediately he latched Deku's nape and fled to another building, noticing the heroes follow him from behind. Passing many staged houses and unnecessary decorations, he kept running accompanied underneath the cold pour. Until Bakugo had found somewhere unpredictable in which nobody would assume he was, he relaxed for a short period of time, behind many walls and tight against the barrier of the course; still outside.

Being flung to the corner, Deku fell to the floor in a mess. He looked up with doubt and fear, seeing Kacchan silently sobbing, but always maintaing that iritated frown.

'It's all over. It's all fucking over,' Bakugo raised his head, clenching onto his eyes while facing the stormy sky. 'What the hell do I do now?' He was trapped inevitably. This feeling of ineptitude, of being forced into failing to outsmart the situation flushed him with hopelessness. Deku had no desire of being with him; what was the point of continuing this, then? All Might would surely be quick with his moves, so he had to be extra cautious.

He laid against the wall in struggle, overthinking his decisions and how played he was from these Pro Heroes. Everything seemed to have lost sense. Life seemed to have died moments ago. Midoriya gained his breath, but soon after he was pulled by Bakugo who started to head to the doors of the walls. They both stood in front of it, but since the heroes would assumably arrive very soon, he had to hurry.

"Get on my back," Bakugo gestured behind him to carry Deku. Considering the times it was pointless to refuse and the times he couldn't escape either, Deku did as he was told. He hopped on his back and Bakugo grabbed his thighs. While tying his hands in front of the blond's neck, he held himself from falling down. Eventually Bakugo let go one of his thighs and commanded him to tight them around his waist.

Once done so, he lowered his palm, gripping it facing the floor.

He irked an explosion and it made the two fly up, almost reaching the surface. They, however, weren't able to outmatch the height of the wall, so Bakugo's plan of escaping the course failed. He didn't want to look for Shigaraki because for some reason All Might wasn't distracted. That meant he left. That meant he betrayed him.

By almost returning to the platform, Best Jeanist's long strings of polyesters revolved the two and wrapped them up to his direction. As the hero was leading his fingers to drive it closer to him, Bakugo desperately clung his nails onto the web, blowing up the material continously.

The two boys collapsed on the ground, rolling over as they got drenched by puddles of rain. Groaning as they coughed water they had inhaled, they slowly kneeled to straightened up, but noticed All Might before they did so. In just an instance, All Might held Midoriya's arm, dragging him behind his form. Edgeshot and Best Jeanist stepped forward.

As Bakugo was incepted to panic, he defenselessly trembled.

"So? Aren't you going to give up? You clearly know you stand no chance," Edgeshot said. Bakugo breathed heavily at the menacing statement. He softly parted backward, staring in disbelief at how he was left so out of options to contradict. Looking back at All Might, at Deku, who hid without visbility. He could not believe the end was near, after so much they went through. After so many months had passed ever since the beginning, and so many years ever since their friendship.

He felt sick.

Noticing Bakugo's repetitive reluctance, they neared closer as it was necessary. All Might made sure to protect Midoriya, otherwise he would be the one to use an effective attack move. Bakugo just couldn't align his thoughts. He did not want to accept this simple defeat. He did not want to feel inferior to All Might. He did not.

Conflicted and from swallowing a detrimental outburst, his terrified face suddenly changed. He started to laugh concernedly, holding his stomach from the impulsivity. Best Jeanist and Edgeshot stopped walking, but All Might, who is absolutely recognized for his smile, died into a worried one.

Within the bursts of laughter a thunder echoed across the sky, initiating an illuminous-brilliant electricity that was blurred by the dark, dirty clouds.

After a stop, he raised his head. Bakugo yanked an explosion and it blew through the rain like a pierced staircase. All Might seemingly teleported thanks to his abnormal speed, and held Midoriya away from the scenario. Before, the clouds were roughly messy, but now, they were aggresive and removed the ability to see the atmosphere. Since the two heroes were distracted, even Bakugo's unexpected sneak wasn't detected. He plunged a knife against Edgeshot's heart, then slashed it out. As dangerous as Kacchan's explosions could get, it was difficult to kill someone with that quirk. The hero fell to his knees and his heavy head made him rest on the floor, blood flowing around.

Because of the flickering thunder and downpour that trumped his sight, Best Jeanist yelled in agony for his partner's life, although couldn't locate his body and where he laid. Bakugo surprised him with an explosion that knocked his head. Falling down, he splashed onto the droplets, rapidly gaining a stance. But to his reveal, Bakugo wasn't seen and wasn't there. He must've be looking for Midoriya.

Being at the other of the street, All Might wondered where that teleportation took him. He was meant to dodge the explosion, but maybe his altered emotions led him somewhere farther. He was now away from his comrades, which he thought it was a bad decision to decide alone.

Bakugo reappeared from the corners as usual, igniting All Might's vision for a second. The mighty hero lost recognition but didn't let go of Midoriya. Bakugo thrusted a knife to his leg and that caught him off guard. Once he could see, he kicked the blond and placed Midoriya to his feet. All Might stretched his knuckles, preparing a move.

All Might gradually threw a punch, yelling out "Detroit Smash," filled with commitment and every effort mustered.

Finalizing the strike, he realized that the blond boy wasn't there.

Glancing back behind, Midoriya was also not there.

All Might glanced at the alleyways in hope of seeing his comrades, but forgot of the low resolution of the sky that unpermitted him to clearly inspect. At the same time, he should go after Midoriya quickly, since it could take short enough for catastrophic events to occur.

...

"You're crazy," the green-haired whimpered. He was brought back to a place underneath a roof. Secured from the rain, but not for too long. The blond weighted himself on top of the other, not letting him escape even if he wanted to. Currently he was warmly overwhelmed by Kacchan, who was mercilessly biting his neck.

He didn't reply at first, but his mad voice tuned, panting at his own lust. "They won't take you. You lied and promised you won't try to leave me again, but here you are using up every opportunity." Deku frowned sadly, but then wailed at the continous bite marks given in different spots of his neck. The sweat was indistinguishable since the rain drops turned hotter and thicker.

Bakugo bit harder until red marks did not fade away. Some blood even leaked in the depth. Like a restricted and captured animal, he tried to push him away, but only gripped onto his wrists tighter.

He kicked with his knees but could barely move more than an inch. Just when the blond got irritated enough, he sank his teeth in. Stretching what he bit, the skin was almost ripped apart. Deku cried loudly. Once Bakugo was satisfied at the mess he did, he stopped. Slowly crawling away until standing up, be pulled the dizzy one to him. Then, brought him behind the building back at the walls. Deku was unconditionally controlled. The ache of the bite marks still stung, but he was surprised when he turned his head. Kacchan had a knife underneath his neck.

Deku raised his hands up in defense, unsure of what to do and letting the fear define his weakness.

"Walk," he said. He did so despite the rain. The sudden change in the atmosphere peturbed him. The sky being dark and rigid. Kacchan was leading him, with that scary knife, towards the back of another building.

Midoriya saw him slam him against the wall with a loud thud, placing the dagger underneath his chin.

"Deku..." he sobbed, looking down, a face that even make the green-haired uncomfortable. After a long pase of holding onto his arms, his head directed to him. "I'm going to kill you."

Without asking why, Deku already tried to push him away with his heart's pace beating fast. Bakugo pressed him harder so he didn't do anything nor go anywhere.

"You don't listen to me and you don't want to be with me, so if you're going to be taken away, there will be no point in letting you live."

Deku was absolutely terrified by him. The change in his emotions, the change in his decisions was oddly erratic. He masked his anger and masked that insanity, that almost bursted, with melancholy.

"No... don't do this!" Deku was glued to the wall by nerves, oppressed into believing that being stubborn would result him getting sliced.

"You'll try to escape from me," he said menancingly with his standing dominance.

"But it's not like anything will change if I stay with you," Deku replied with thick tears. "The days I've been with you I lived through terrors and I could have never been relaxed."

"That could change," Bakugo's voice soothed, getting closer, and foreheads almost intact. "Remember what I said earlier? If you just do what I say, I'll treat you nicely."

Deku nodded as his hands shook, "you know that won't work! You're just finding excuses to control me. The problem is not me, it's you! If I manage to escape from you, only then I will be happy!" He shouted. Bakugo aparted, stunned as he felt those words solidify like a weight within his throat. He felt terrible at the sound of that. At the sound that Deku wasn't "Deku" anymore, and how his feelings and opinions contradicted each other absolutely.

His eyes darkened and mercilessly closed the gap between the air, having the dagger physically on his neck. As Bakugo's face go closer to his, he asked, "What about your medicine, huh? Who's gonna help you with that?"

Deku was left aghasted at that dead reminder, but curled a smile at the immense embodiment of triumph and satisfaction. It has been days that even himself forgot of that routine of unnecessarily worrying. "I'm over it, so you mean nothing to me."

Bakugo growled at his confidence and statement. If the blond wasn't of any value to him, then he'd feel purely useless. He needed Deku and wanted everything of him. His voice, his body, his thoughts, his glare, his affection; everything.

The knife jerked to Deku's shirt, bringing it up. Bakugo held it and referred to the marks. "I don't care what you think," he rudely said with his raspy tone. "These wounds will always accompany you, so you'll have no choice but to remember me."

Before Deku replied, his arm was also pulled. "This cut, I also did it." Looking with straightforwardness, he advised. Then, he led a finger underneath his eyebag. "This was because of the restless nights you spent trying to break me out." The finger slid until caressing his lips. "And these lips are the ones that I've only kissed." The green-haired couldn't stop shaking. Everything he said was true, but for what reason was he mentioning them?

"And?" He contemplated until ceasing a stutter.

"You always chased me from behind for years; always, because you wanted to stand alongside me. Now I'm the one chasing you, so don't you dare forget about that and say I'm nothing to you."

An irate thunder the other side of the walls like a fierce zap from an electric voltage. This spooked Deku, but he held himself from his stationary feet. Kacchan tightened the dagger, its simple, plain side easy to slice anything to a division. The green-haired felt his limit at his end, since this unfairness of power not presented to him was a wreck.

"So you're going to kill me with a knife? Don't you have your quirk for that, i-idiot?" Out of the blue, his consciousness was met by a struck in which coincidentally zapped the point of the knife. The thunder's currents traveled through the metallic item and sent a shock across Bakugo's body. Deku was fred as Kacchan aparted from that deadly lightning, greatly pretentious that he was bound to be dead from that incident. Without giving a single thought whether Kacchan was okay or not, he dashed away from him, legs as shaky as they could ever drive them. Bakugo, who was just affected by the thunder, still moved to weaken his trail.

As he neared towards him, he flung the knife at his left, plunging onto Deku's shoulder. The green-haired fell to one of his knees, maimingly holding his incapacitated arm. Panting at the injury, he also disposed of any care since he quickly brought himself to jog. Limping within this tensed raining, with the blood flowing down his arm; every so and then the droplets ceased them to exist. Calling out for help, he feared for his life and what awaited for him from behind, though he kept his sight frontward.

Bakugo also had his defects. Being struck by lighting numbed his body, as if his character's skills and experienced abilities were restored into a fresh start. He tried to maintain his eyes attached to the freckled, but with his vision turning blurry and feeling goosebumps shiver him to the maximum, it didn't help in this case. Deku was getting smaller and smaller, and farther from him. He felt his body become fragile at the frank inception of isolation. He hated this. He hated this. If it felt this terrible to be left alone, he'd rather sacrifice everything he had to grasp onto his heart again.

Even a tear had to be shed to celebrate this never-ending altercation with his life, always dissenting the adherent but tragically mimicking the same mistakes. Oh, how he fucking hated this.

When he felt the most victorious and felt venerated by the world, he felt jeered and miserably tantalized to the extreme. Is this how Deku felt when he was pushed down by others? Is this how he felt when he was embraced by dejection? Bakugo frowned. That nerd had always surpassed him, starting from this intolerable preocupation that he usually condoned. Questioning, how in the right realization did he lived every day without ever surrending to guilt and regret.

"Deku!" He screamed. Midoriya was no longer there. It was as if his pride was sully to his value. Forget about everything he tried to protect, the only thing that was left to matter was him.

He always used violence and intimidation to dominate the one whom he considered a contestant, but that no longer mattered. By protecting his pride, he always assumed that it was the answer to the solution, but that no longer mattered. He realized that violence was the cause of the dilemma, and that in no ways it would be fixed.

Bakugo was composed of violence.

He was the problem.

And since it was glued to the roots of his actions...

The only person not capable of fixing this was him.

Again, he called out Deku's name, but even the rain did not compensate. Just like Deku did, he limped from the slow process of departing from his state of mind.

"Fuck... shit," Bakugo cursed to himself, checking out his watch. The knife that he threw had a tracking location device in it. He figured out that, by reading the coordinates, the boy was close, really close. There was something not fitting in since in his view he couldn't see him anywhere.

Bakugo passed an alleyway, and he expected the next thing to happen; yet he let the events flow for some personal reason. Deku appeared spuriously, with his shoulder still brief and faltered, lunging towards Kacchan in which he attacked. Because of Bakugo's temporally-worth reflexes, it sliced from his collarbone down to his chest. Luckily for him, Bakugo wore comfortingly safe clothes.

Deku ran away through the alleyway, being followed by Kacchan as well. He looked for the heroes as he grew sick to rain. Dizzy from all this running, dizzy from all this obnoxious chase. He did not want nothing more but to do what opposed Bakugo's ideals.

The blond was just as close to hold his arm, but the green-haired rotated with that determined face of his and kicked him aback. Bakugo stumbled until collapsing, having trouble gaining a balance. When he checked a headache that formulated in the back of his head, he noticed that Best Jeanist, All Might, and a crowd of police officers surround him. Both sides of the streets were crowded. Both sides were occupied by the stance in which these men and women stood, with their guns pointing at only himself.

By slowly standing up, he felt defenseless and cornered. Deku did not hide as he tried to make Kacchan feel the deserved, but he maintained close to the heroes.

The rain always accompanied them, until then it had become heavier.

One of the men spoke with a megaphone, "give yourself in, Katsuki, or we'll open fire."

Bakugo's breathing was outspoken, yet the anger that flushed across his body couldn't be expressed adequately. Something forced him to stay calm. Something forced him to do the most passive decision, but why weren't emotions the first option?

He couldn't think, couldn't assume that this was where it all ends. Life at stake of being seized by the bullet that will travel through his flesh. He couldn't imagine an end to this.

Even if his life was here, almost gifted to Japan's precious want, a remorse worse than this was losing Deku. He was about to lose it all, and most importantly, lose him.

Bakugo attempted to muster a cripled smile in order to control his probable outburst, but he felt himself about to explode.

His hands ran through his blond strands, feeling tormented by such feeling of loss. Why did it hurt so much? Why? Why? Why? Such breakdown outlined his twisted emotions, leading themselves into a gloomy expression. Why? Why? Just why?

The police officers didn't move; All Might made his way forward to the kid. The hero had his unchanging-eminent smile, placing his hands on Bakugo's shoulder. The boy didn't look up but had widened eyes; even All Might himself got uneasy at that look.

Nevertheless, he said, "Young Bakugo, you should acknowledge that it's now over. If it weren't for the deeds you have committed, you would have been a great hero." Bakugo's blank, insane face didn't give any other sort of reactions. It was as if his voice was rasp and this throat was overflowed. "But now it's too late. You're going to serve your crimes behind bars for terrorizing the people."

Once All Might kept him steady, a police car parked aside. The circle of officers eventually lowered their weapons and disassembled, with a few three nearing towards Bakugo. Finally, his red eyes glared at one by one, switching his stare, and letting his breathing patterns change. They were like terrifying titans. Closer and closer, putting their guns behind their back to swap to their handcuffs.

This is where the real part comes.

Bakugo elbowed All Might's stomach, which he didn't plan to do much damage. Although, as he aparted messily away from the hero, he started to cough red from his mouth onto the side of his hand. The officers all raised their guns, including the three that got closer. Best Jeanist, however, held a hand up and shouted for no one to shoot. He also stepped to the scene to check if All Might was okay.

"Are you alright, All Might?" He asked. The hero softly shook his head in embarrassment of his quirk. Because of a devastating fight he had years ago with a villain, it had gradually weakened him, shortening his time to transform into the feint idol. "Get that kid. I'll catch up later after dealing with this," the blond man said. Best Jeanist searched for another reconsideration until All Might appealed that he was fine.

Now with All Might's and Best Jeanist's quick absence, Bakugo began switching his head like a lunatic unsure of where to focus. The officers all pointed their guns to him; he couldn't just let go.

He couldn't, but he had to.

Bakugo brought his palm to the floor and exploded the ground. The production of smoke dispersed before it ceased. The smokey-grey clouds spreading and unallowing anyone to see his shadow too soon. They all saw the blond dash towards an officer and use him as a bait. Stealing the gun they held, he forced it to his head.

"G-give him back...," his voice was almost disturbing because of the negative mixtures of emotions his annotated expression outlined. Bakugo was slowly losing the remaining virtue, and his will was strenghtening.

An officer nodded to another. He stayed there inmobile while the other tried to step oppositely to get a closer hit. Noticing this, Bakugo's shaking hand didn't stop him from shooting her. He brought it up again to point it at his hostage's head. She dropped to the ground, with her gun falling from her hands. They all aparted after realizing he was actually bound to kill someone.

The rain was shoved aside by an upper force, bothering the blond's hair. Bakugo raised his head to see a helicopter nearing the scene. He was screwed if he gave his back or was underneath it. Rapidly, he brought the man without aparting the trigger, dragging his feet farther away towards a different route. All of the officers seemed to agitate at his movements and got closer regardless.

Bakugo shot four of them, making the residue step backward in powerlessness.

"I fucking said to give him back!" Bakugo screamed, glancing at Deku who looked at him with horror. Best Jeanist's polyester wrapped around his arm from the helicopter, pulling up to make the gun fling off from his hand. Bakugo swore, but he still gripped the person's neck, threatening to blow it up. The hostage grabbed a small bevel from his pocket and thrusted it to his own neck. Bakugo gasped as the dying body fell down, now freely exposed. Best Jeanist, again, pulled the string forward so Bakugo would be in the middle of the street. Now, he absolutely lost any chance.

The blond trembled, standing up, deliberately having thousands of memories flash through his mind as he felt like he was going to die. His stare locked onto the floor, breathing toiling up, as the helicopter's white lights put him in the spotlight. Once he was now standing, he had his hands up, tremendiously not staying in place from his uncontained nerves.

Was it over?

Is this where I am forced to say goodbye?

No... I don't like this...

This is not how I want Deku to see me.

It was just then that his blank complaints perished; two officers put his wrists behind his back. Bakugo snapped out of it, yelling like a maniac, and dragging himself back and forth like an animal. His temper was even more fed when he heard the click of his handcuffs.

As one kept him on the ground from behind, two more walked towards him to put him a muzzle. Bakugo hopped and kicked them altogether, being pulled back by the woman's hold. Although he had his hands behind his back, he was still able to move his legs. For that reason, the officer swiped her leg with his so he would kneel and make matters easier to handle.

"No! Get that away from me!" They tried to wear him the muzzle. One of them got bit. Though it was hard since he switched his head to the left and right, they managed to make a click resonate. He was neared to the car, but Bakugo put a lot of pressure to not go inside. He gave a last look at Deku, whose eyes seem to reflect a sense of guilt and regret; those that made the blond feel worthy.

Kicking another one's stomach, Bakugo's impulse made the officer slip their grasp onto him. Exploiting of this one chance, Bakugo ran towards Deku, but at that moment, the buttstock of an AK-47 knocked him out, leading him unconscious.

Finally, the only thing left was the rain and the pile of dead bodies. Everything was so relieving for them, as if this was the most rememorable case in their lives. The officers hurried up to put him behind the car, and slammed it close. The car's wheels rushed out of that street, probably towards the opened doors on the other side. As they called through their walkie talkies, assuring of the end of terror, the helicopter flew off from the area.

Best Jeanist hopped down, granting the good and well performance of the force. But he realized something... Midoriya wasn't there. He suddenly disappeared, introducing the main qualities that made this nightmare endure for an eternity.

Midoriya ran such as if his life was on the line.

He felt empty to let of this so fast.

Maybe it was regret.

Maybe it was guilt.

Maybe it was the capabilites of freedom.

The car kept on moving, farther, farther, and farther.

It surpassed the doors.

It surpassed the gates.

He saw it shrink, but did not receive his departure.

"Deku" was whose name that called him.

"Kacchan..."