If I Had One Wish

Chapter Twenty Four

Chapter Twenty Four- Prison Riot

"Family reunions never did work well, did they?"

"Depends on your definition of family."

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The cloud cast over the sun seemed to darken the further they made it up the road, as if it knew this place was not deserving of its light. The building looked like a gothic castle but it was far from glamorous as the windows were barred and the gates around the property circled a fenced garden with grass that hadn't been cut in what could be years.

The November wind drifted up Katsuki's red hoodie when he stepped out of the Pontiac, ghosting against his skin and chilling his hands as he stuck them into his pockets. The ripped black jeans seemed like a bad choice, too much skin, but it didn't matter much anymore. He felt his black boots crunch against some of the fallen leaves, one of them an orange that matched the trim of his shoes.

He had told Kirishima to change out of his uniform, waving him off when he joked about a prison having a dress code before he did what he was told. Katsuki leaned against the car, tugging the hood over his head once more as the wind picked up and caused the leaves to swirl in a circle at his feet. His hands stayed in the pocket of the hoodie, his eyes not meeting the prison gates just yet as he looked around the miniature parking lot for a specific car.

A motorcycle, that's what the shitty nerd drove. A beautiful black motorcycle with green flames licking up its side with not a single scratch or spot on it, even the bird dared not try and shit on it. It stayed pristine and, so help you god, if you crashed into it you'd be smacked with the biggest lawsuit Izuku could hand you.

Said motorcycle sat parked opposite of Katsuki, it's eyes seeming to grow real and tease him. The license plate screaming out to him like a beacon; Brknbones. He almost rolled his eyes, almost. His heart ached at the thought of him even being here, driving up here and skipping school in pursuit of something even the blonde didn't even know.

Kirishima stepped out of his car, wearing a casual t-shirt and jeans. He claimed he didn't need a sweater, he wasn't cold. He placed a hand on Bakugou's shoulder, dangling a small leather band in his fingers. He placed it gently over the males neck.

"It puts the thing together." Eijiro smiled, not missing how Katsuki stared at the bike in front of him with a distant look in his eye. He reached out, tugging at the hem of Kirishima's shirt but staying silent. Just his friend's presence was comforting, just knowing that the redhead had done all this and wasn't asking for anything in return.

"Izuku will answer your questions, alright? Just-" He looked up to the building finally, standing up straight and inhaling deeply. "This place is bad, really bad. You don't have to go in with me-"

"I'm going."

"Fine, then stand up straight and talk back to any of the psychos." Bakugou grabbed his collar, shaking him back and forth lightly, "I mean it, Shitty hair. This place is like nothing you've ever seen before."

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They made it past the guards, through the gate after showing them their school ID and they were now being left to roam the grounds. No one would question two kids with proof of going to a hero school for wanting to go to a prison for a project. Not like anyone cared, let the kids scar themselves; they could care less.

This place was where happiness went to die. The guards walked around looking pale and grim, faces drawn and eyes sunk in. You could hear screaming, cries and wails when you got close to the prison and often heard metal clanking against itself or the chilling sound of nails going over a blackboard.

Katsuki felt himself caving in. His body shivered, spine going rigid and goosebumps rising underneath the cotton sweater. He felt like he was suffocating, throat closing up so thoroughly that all he could do was swallow thickly. He felt nauseous, like he could throw up at any moment.

Hands chilling, palms sweaty and he was faint on his feet. What was he doing? Why was he here?

Someone fucking loved you.- His thoughts rang out when Kirishima walked closer beside him, knocking their shoulders together to remind him he wasn't in here alone. They hadn't even gotten in yet, they stared at the door that lead to where he knew Izuku was.- Someone fucking loved you so much you'd go to hell for them.

He reached for the handle, hearing the buzzing of the sensor signaling that the guard at his post- looking like a bullet could hit him and he'd say thank you- had opened the door but he heard the noise like he was underwater. It was warbled.

Breathe.

He shoved the thing open, determination finally making the adrenaline in his blood start pumping. He fought villains, he defeated bad guys, he wanted to be a hero. He could handle his past, he would grab Izuku and he would leave before Midoriya found out something he'd rather not want to know.

This was the minimal security Psych ward, where you sent the sociopaths who are a threat but not to guns. They control their thoughts but get rid of their emotions, a physical threat to everyone but themself.

Kirishima nearly jumped out of his skin when one woman leaned against the window of her cell, smiling up at him and waved slowly. Her black hair shaven in some parts, other parts lay tangled and messy. Her orange uniform was dirty and wrinkled. She smiled wider when she realized she got a rise out of him.

He averted his gaze, watching his blonde best friend march forward with his head down and ignoring every other person who pressed against the glass of their confinements to see him. He marched, letting Kirishima speed walk behind him with his hands stuffed in his pockets. Kirishima was a lot of things but what he wasn't was a coward, so what if this place freaked him out? Katsuki needed him here and Midoriya was, for some reason, here. So he'd stay.

Katsuki turned abruptly, smacked open the door and stomped in like he owned the place. It looked like an interrogation room, when the door closed behind them Kirishima found himself facing a huge glass window which faced into a room where Izuku sat across from a cuffed woman who smiled at him politely.

She wasn't like the women in the hall behind the closed door they just came through. Her sleek blonde hair was done back in a ponytail, her brilliant red eyes dark like burgundy and her nails were even done sleekly.

Kirishima looked at Katsuki and then back at the women in disbelief.

No fucking way.

Bakugou pushed away the guard, who lay asleep in his spinning chair and didn't even stir. He pressed the intercom button and spoke harshly into the mic- "Get your ass in here."

Izuku looked up and, though the window was only one sided he somehow knew exactly where Katsuki stood and he looked in that direction in anger, anger that was tinged with worry.

Though they couldn't hear him, Eijiro could have sworn he was cursing under his breath.

Shit.