Bakugou x Gru Double Trouble (But not really)

A New Arrival

Obama stared in the mirror, no expression. He stared until he couldn't recognize his face, until his skin began to melt and he began to change. He was an empty man now, his heart hung in the bottom of his stomach, his mind, muddled by the sadness of losing pitbull. It's been over three months since the funeral and Obama could never forget about about the time he spent under the stars. He became numb. Obama thrusted his head into the mirror, shattering the glass, blood spewed from his hands, head and arms.
"Fuck." Obama whispered. He stared at himself in the mirror shards. His eyes sagged down, he hadn't showered in a week, every time he showered he would sit down and cry, the hot water stinging his skin.

Knock, Knock, Knock
The front door banged rapidly.
"Police open up!" A rough man shouted.
"Fuck me.. ONE SECOND!!" Obama yelled, aggressively washing the blood off his body, he slipped on a heavy hoodie and rushed towards the door. He opened the door.
"We would like to speak with you for a minute, can you step outside?"
"Oh yeah no problem,"
They walked outside and stood on the front porch.
"We would like to talk to you about Gru."
"Gru? What about him?"
"Have you heard from him at all in the past three months?"
"Not that i can recall, no? Why, did something happen?"
"Are you affiliated with Katsuki Bakugo?"
"Oh yeah bakugo, i know him, we aren't close or anything,"
"So just so we're clear, you haven't seen or heard from gru since the funeral?"
"Come to think of it he never said goodbye before he left Pitbulls funeral, Bakugo said he went home, guess it's strange i haven't heard from him..."
"Thank you for this information, we'll let you know if we find out anything."
"Thank you, officer."
The police officer left the property and Obama walked back inside.

Obama walked back towards the bathroom, grabbing a broom to sweep up the glass shards. He heard a little rustle from behind his shower curtain, he took a step back, fear of what would be behind them. Obama help a glass shard in his right hand, using the other to whip the curtain back. Obama stood, shocked of what he was seeing, how did they get in here, where did they come from, was it real, is this a prank? Laying in the bathtub sat the corpse of gru, packed on ice.
How did he not notice?

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