Any Less || (TodoBaku)

#35 Would he?

(Warning: Harsh Language)

Third person point of view:

Before graduation, they were all going away to different cities, to different pro hero agencies, and in exceptionally small areas either around the foothills of the mountains or near the jungle or near the back restricted areas of the beach, and it was very clear by the motives that something was going on and those areas were the aim. But those areas didn't seem to have a very good communication system or network connection, which summed down to the number of people at the particular will not be increased at a very fast rate when help is needed, so it has to be sufficient. Help will take a lot of time to reach, and there were risks, larger ones with the increase in the dark aura of the room. 

The goodbyes were said, and they looked at each other with promises in their eyes, 'we will make it through and we will be back.' with a stern handshake, 'you have to be back.' messages were unspoken but transferred. It was like going on this mission without officially being declared as a mission but it was also a death mission where the chances were fifty-fifty but somehow the unofficial declaration made it sound like it was sounding.

Bakugou and Todoroki were the last one in the room, in the common with their stuff packed. 

They hadn't had a proper single conversation, and it drove the others crazy because both of them won't say what went wrong or what happened, they stopped seeing each other obviously, that was it, they were like pretending the other didn't exist, becoming completely indifferent towards each other, which was more hurtful to look at than them actually giving each other 'I'll kill you' looks or vibes.

Kirishima and Midoriya, both talking to different people, had their ears pointed towards them, but again, they didn't say anything to each other, but maybe glared, like a cold stare which seemed to be a glare. 

And then they left for their different routes...

[...time skip...]

It was expected, but not at that time, in the backward area of the beach, the especially secluded one, near wiring divisions and tires, where even the loneliest of souls were not found, the place was left and abandoned and even forgotten. That place was given back it's importance and shine by the group who were abandoned and forgotten by the world just like the place was, and they both became the refugee to each other. Just, the place and the people's minds,  both were used and turned into actions which affect the human society and work it up against it, causing unusual activities which effect normal and healthy form of lifestyle.

"BRING IT ON  LOSERS!" Bakugou growled as he launched at the bunch of people who were attacking, his hands sparked up as his aim was fixed, focused and shoot. 

Help was still far to arrive, it was warned, but this would be so hideous in reality was something no one imagined. Bakugou rushed to the other place and pulled someone up, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE? GO OFF TO THE LEFT AND FRONT, RUN AWAY, GO-" He said pushing the guy towards the direction as he rushed in a building, it looked pretty fragile, but there were voices coming from inside and one of his grenades were broken.

"I'M GOING INSIDE, ANY UPDATES OF ARRIVAL OF ANOTHER TEAM?" He said in his contact system as he forwarded towards the upper floor, the stairs were incredibly not in condition of any use and it was build in a way that according to Bakugou 'no fucking ray of light can enter.' Bakugou growled as he carefully made his way up. 

A few shots of bullet, a few lives saved, many lives saved, his tissues and muscles seemed to be tightened up and too weak to be able to move, body weight resting on the knees which were also shaking, head wasn't hung low, his eyes were still holding the same glare, same pride, same rage and determination, one more blast, it blew up the place, he couldn't see, but he knew he did, he did it, something was shaking... was it his mind, he was on the ground now, after establishing the fact that he was the best.

He would make it out...

He felt a heavy wait press against his chest, the pain reaching a level where it becomes unbearable for him, his bones seemed to be breaking at each second felt like an our, it was his ribs, or maybe his legs, or was it his arms, his whole body seemed to be burning up in pain, wait- his eyes were tightly closed now, this was an unknown feeling, and...his whole body felt like it was shrinking, he felt like his dear consciousness which he was holding onto so tightly was leaving him, he was like floating, and...

...or would he? 

(That will be the chapter, I hope you liked it! And things will be a little complicated but I hope you enjoy it! Thank you so much for the love and support!! <3<3<3 Take care and see you soon! -sydREnzo)