-𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝-

𝐙𝐮𝐤𝐮?

Whispers and murmurs were the only thing audible in the classroom.

"No fucking way man."

"He actually did it?"

"I heard it's all Katsukis fault.

"Katsuki from 3-b?"

Katsuki walked into the classroom confused as hell to why everyone was whispering his name. When he shut the door all eyes snapped on him. Some were disgusted, some were snickering, some were....sobbing? Then a few cogs turned in his head.

Izuku.

He was never late or absent. There was no foul writing on his desk either. No burnt out sharpie, no yellow backpack hanging by the handles, and no nametag.

Replacing Izuku,

There was a single white flower.
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Bakugo's POV

"Bakugo! What are you doing here man?" A loud voice called from behind

"I'm on patrol dipshit."

I turned around and find fucking Kirishima. His red spikes were going in twenty different directions, and they looked stiff as hell. How the hell did he even graduate? Sure he can fight but he should not be able to live alone. He cant even make instant rice without blowing up my fucking phone.

"Ahhhh really? I thought you were postponed to tomorrow..." He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly

"Well maybe if you read the schedule you'd know what the hell we're doing."

"Alright well I'll get going Bakugou! Go kick some ass!" He snorted before running off.

Why did he leave so soon? Weird as hell.
Well, actually, Shitty hair has been acting off lately. He goes off to random places when I'm trying to talk to him, and whenever I ask him if he wants to go get food he makes some half assed excuse. He refuses to patrol with me, and has been sparring with Denki for a week now. He's probably busy or some shit.

It's still..creeping me out.

I tched before walking on my usual route. Same old boring ass restaurants, the apartments that have been here for way longer than i have. Some shitty bank that I doubt anyone has robbed in years.
I huffed

This is gonna be a boring ass day.
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"....namight! Quick! Please, I'll send you the address we need heavy backup!" A loud, feminine voice rang from the speaker.

"Fuck what? What's going on?"

"No time! Just please hurry u-" The speaker suddenly stopped.

My arms snapped down to the floor and I activated my quirk. Small explosions quickly turned bigger and brighter and I blasted myself to one of the higher buildings.
From the top all I could see was heavy smoke, rising to the sky quickly and polluting the air.
I blasted myself up to the sky, and leaped from one building to another to the smoke. My phone vibrated, and I got the address. I put it in my gps, and....

I need to go the..other way?

I quickly repasted the address into my gps and the same colors showed on the screen. It wants me to go the opposite way of the smoke. The hell?
Whatever, I have no time, I turned around quickly and ran to the address.

I stopped at the building. It was my agency.

My fucking agency.
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"What the hell happened here?" I shouted in utter shock.

The entire building was destroyed. Burn marks everywhere. The carpet was frayed and blood was splattered on the walls. I took a few steps and gagged at the smell. It was all rotting flesh and dried blood.

Dried...blood?

Shit.

I dragged my finger on one of the dark red walls, and the blood was dry.

I'm too late.

I ran through the hallway and the smell of blood got stronger and stronger. I took the bottom of my shirt and raised it up to my nose to block the smell.
Sprinting faster, I followed the smell and stopped at my office.

My eyes blew wide and I felt shaky and palid. I trembled and took in the sight.

On the floors and walls, limp bodies were littered all around the room. I felt nauseated and weak. Their faces collapsed like a smashed pumpkin. Remnants of their bodies spilled across the navy rug. Some still had color in their faces, but their eyes were wide as saucers, dull and glassy. Then I saw it. A young girl, most likely an intern, mumbled something under her breath, and twitched. Before falling off the counter. My knees gave out and my stomach turned. I made a sick noise in my throat. My hands went to my mouth; I choked, shut my eyes, and bent. A thick rush of fluid filled my mouth, falling to spill on the tiles. A sharp scent filled the cool air.

"KATSUKI!"

Thick footsteps got louder and louder and I slowly turned my head to see short brown hair, and thick heels.

"Are you alright Katsuki?" She said concerningly

"Im fine. Just threw up." I said shakily, standing up.

I wobbled on both legs, and was about to call for backup when a bright, feminine voice spoke up.

"How do you like your present Dyna-might sannn~" She sang.

Toga Himiko.

"Aren't they cute bloodied and beaten?" Do you not like them?" Toga pouted before taking one of her knives out and swirling it between her fingers

"You should at least say thank you~! You're being really rude Mr. Dynamite."

In a flash Toga jumped on the counter and threw one of the knives in my direction, swinging her legs around. I dodged just in time, readying my hands to blow her away,

"Im gonna blow your FUCKING face off VILLAIN SCUM" I leaped into the air but before I could even land a hit she pinned me on the floor and....cuffed me? Holding both of my arms with her hand, she spoke.

"That'll keep you from exploding things for a while~"

She giggled before taking a sharper knife and stopping it at my throat. I raised my legs to kick her before a blinding pain made me retch and shudder.
She sliced my legs, keeping me from moving.

"This is what you get for hurting my 'Zuku~"

'Zuku?

That name rang through my ears. It sounded so familiar.

Then she sliced through my head.