Where We Began

Chapter Eleven

It was a miracle the kid wasn't dead.

The kid probably needed surgery, a professional doctor, and a therapist but he would just have to make do with Dabi.

Which was total shit for everyone involved. Granted, only Dabi and Katsuki were involved but still.

Total shit.

"He's not breathing- shit. Okay, okay, olay," Dabi angrily muttered under his breath.

I gotta stop the bleeding, Dabi looked over Katsuki's palm. There was no way in hell it wasn't going to leave a scar, a fucking metal rod went through it according to Toga just a bit earlier.

He had just returned from the grocery store, thinking he would be able to relax for once when Toga told him the events that happened with the kids from 1-A. Then they heard screaming.

The rest from there wasn't too important.

Dabi also couldn't help but notice the burn scars on the blondes body, most of which looked to be from explosives.

There were way too many similarities between himself and the kid. It was rather sad really.

Dabi could remember it so vividly. 

The countless nights spent awake, shaking, praying that his father wouldn't burst through the door the way he had so many times before. The bruises received after every lesson, the endless pit of pressure and dread every time he walked back home from school. 

Home. What a load of bullshit.

Looking over Katsuki Fucking Bakugo, Dabi almost felt sorry for the kid. Almost. You can't really afford to feel things in this line of work, can you? It's just a big blur, a pile of emotions hiding under the adrenaline of the power Dabi held in his hands. 

One snap of a finger and someone's entire life can be burnt to the ground. Literally. 

Dabi's only worry was that this kid was going to be the one to discover those emotions. Like a child digging for treasures in his own backyard, only to find the hellhole of "Dabi's Emotions". 

There were brusies covering the kids body, his shoulder was dislocated, his palm was in terrible condition, and the burns would probably need more than what Dabi could offer.

This kid was like a suicide bomber - a ticking time bomb just walking around trying to find any excuse to be self destructive all while intentionally dragging everyone around them down too. 

Again, the similarities. 

Dabi worked fast, his hands flying across the first aid kit, a bit lost as to where to start. The palm of the kid's hand would probably get infected if they didn't take care of that. 

Afterward, Dabi moved on to the burns, followed by the dislocated shoulder, and finished with the bruises. 

"Hey, Twice," Dabi called, sighing a bit into a handheld radio.

"Yellow," Twice responded almost immediately, his joyful tone ironic in the whole ordeal. Like he didn't just kidnap two fifteen year old's. 

"Help me take this dead weight to the other room," murmured Dabi, "the one with the bed. Get Toga to finish with the other kid and we need to get the damn pizza crust-"

"Shigaraki."

"-whatever, back here. Can't leave you people alone from more than half a fuckin hour."

"M'kay," pipped Twice through the radio, a momentary static before he put it down again.

These next few week are going to suck, aren't they? Dabi thought to himself, shaking his head. 

Casting one more glance to the unconscious blonde, the older leaning against the wall, pulling out a cigarette and placing it between his lips while lighting it with the tip of his finger.

Dabi thought bitterly, How ironic. Burning to death inside and out.

-O-

Aizawa didn't feel anything. He couldn't. 

The bags under his eyes were larger and darker than they usually were, his hair greasy and tangled, his shoulders more slouched, and he typical everything has just gone to shit. How was he supposed to be okay when there were two innocent kids out there - probably fighting for their lives just to survive. God, if Aizawa had known this was going to happen, he would have never gone to the field trip. He would have been prepared. He would have been there for them. 

It was no question about how things had been for the past- how long has it been? Three days? A week? Two? 

The world just seemed so muted. So distasteful. So greedy and selfish. 

The gold-hearted, caring, green-haired kid wasn't there anymore. There was no longer and sort of ranting about a perspective so different from Aizawa's own. A student who pushed the boundaries to the extreme, smashing through them like they weren't even there.

 Instead of finding a student prepared to take on the world - getting to school even before Aizawa himself, Aizawa found himself walking into an empty room. 

He found himself looking over to him seat whenever no one knew the answer. He just found a void. A void of color - a void of nothing sitting where Izuku Midoryia sat. 

And where Bakugo sat, it was awful. Aizawa would pause constantly during his lesson, expecting Katsuki to interrupt - saying something smart. He found himself missing the conversations Aizawa had with Katsuki after class ended. The questions Katsuki didn't dare ask during class - to proud to ever seem like he didn't know everything there was to know about the world.

The determination, the fire in the kids eyes that no one else could match - it was all gone. Right there, right next to Izuku Midoryia's. 

The kid who was too proud to ask questions and the kid who ask all the questions for him. 

They were like two pieces of this puzzle of a class.

A puzzle left uncompleted, trapped in a place it shouldn't have been. 

It was like some sick, sick, sick joke. Good things never lasted - Aizawa knew that. But, God. Thinking of those poor kids- All of them - Aizawa desperately wished they did.

Aizawa hated knowing how amazing each and every one of them were. All because he knew the world would go after them - beat them down until there was nothing left, like they were toys meant to be played with and disposed of as soon as the brand new electronics came out. 

The world would treat them like they were nothing.

Aizawa hated getting attached but there was just something so amazing about class 1-A, they were unforgettable. 

The man simply hoped that this wasn't the end for it all. He just prayed to whatever god there was up there to make sure those boys would end up okay. If not, Aizawa wasn't sure what to do with himself. 

He had gone to talk to the mother's earlier that day.

Inko had burst into tears, her breath heaving and she sobbed incomprehensible words that must have meant so damn much to her and yet there was no one out there to understand them. She heard the situation the everything about it made her entire world come crashing down.

Meanwhile, Mitsuki had shrugged, nonchalantly. She merely nodded, her gaze looking over her coffee table like she didn't quiet understand. She didn't want  to understand. She looked like a lost child - the ability to grasp how serious the situation wasn't available to her. 

Aizawa wasn't sure which one broke his heart more.

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YAYAYAYAYAYAY ANOTHER CHAPTER IS DONE- im so tired- 

Sorry i haven't been writing nearly as much as a used to but Im slowly getting there :) HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE (and probably whatever you celebrate during the next few months  cause I'll probably be too lazy to write from now to then lol)