Chapter 12

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Bakugo Pov

To say I was concerned would be an understatement. I know that I broke Shoto's trust by taking his blades, but it had to be done. He wasn't making any progress and I just wanted to help, still . . . maybe there were other ways. At this point, I was seriously contemplating calling the teachers, he went to his father's house again in a very bad headspace and it's all my fault. No, I can't think like that right now, I need to think about Shoto.

"Hey, Kacchan" Deku said looking up from his notebook while sitting on the other couch in the common room. I slid farther to the end of the one I was sitting on, the TV playing in the background. It was just the two of us, everyone was in their rooms since it was already 10:30.

"What do you need nerd" I shot back

"Have you seen Todoroki? He usually comes back by now on Sundays."

"I have no clue, and why are you asking me?!" I shouted, Deku gulped and looked nervous.

"Well, I-I just noticed that you two were getting close recently so I thought you might know"

"Tch" I got up and decided to wait in his room for him. I have a bad feeling about this.

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My eyes were wide open and my leg was bouncing up and down. It was now seven in the morning and class started in one hour, he was still not back. I had texted Shoto ten times and called him twice but he still would not answer me. Even if he was still mad at me, he would have responded by now. I had extra reasons to be nervous because he was at his dad's house last night.

I got up off his bed that I had fallen asleep on late last night waiting for him and walked to the common room. Only Iida, Momo, and Izuku were awake this early in the morning, but after confirming that none of them had seen Shoto last night or this morning I started to panic even more.

It's fine, maybe he just forgot, maybe he is just sleeping in. But I didn't even believe the excuses I was telling myself.

I knew where he lived because one time I walked him home, and at that time it took all the strength I had to not walk in that house and beat Endeavor to a pulp. But now, if Shoto was hurt and I saw him, I wouldn't hesitate.

Walking up to the huge house was intimidating, I walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell. No one answered, I rang it again and waited five more minutes but still no one came. Fuyumi would be at work by now. I sighed, I guess we were doing this the hard way.

I raised my hand and blasted off the doorknob and lock before pushing the door open. The house looked plain, with simple hallways and simple decor.

"Shoto" I called but nothing answered, his father would probably be on patrols right about now so it was probably just him if he was even here. This was probably a bad idea. Well, too late because I already blasted off the doorknob.

I walked into the training room and my heart dropped, it was a complete mess. Burn marks and ash from fire covered the room periodically, various objects were strewn across the room, but no Shoto. I moved down the halls opening door until I found Fyumi's room, a while later I found Shoto's room. It was plain, just like his dorm was, but I saw his backpack sitting in the corner so I knew it was his. I opened the door and searched the entire room but all I found were little drops of blood and a slew of bandages in the trashcan. I walked up to the open window, there was also blood on it, he must have gone out this way so I climbed out the window too. He had to be somewhere and I was not going to let him disappear if he needed my help. I searched around the house until I decided to walk down the street, he couldn't have gone far without a car.

Ten minutes later I found a neighborhood park, it was relatively clean and empty. I was about to pass it until I saw a flash of red and white hair peeking out of a bright yellow, covered slide. I ran to the playground and was horrified to see my Shoto wrapped in bandages, with blood smeared in random places, and passes out. My heart almost stopped, he needed a hospital. I looked to his side to see, a bottle?

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