Unwritten √ BakuDeku

14

Katsuki walked through the entrances of RedMark, pleading he'd join visions with Izuku Midoriya. He hadn't been in his apartment the morning he awoke.

The place was rather grayer than normal. It had always an occasional light burned out, but to have this many was tremendous.

Nonetheless, it didn't seem to be a huge issue to Uraraka who came rushing over to Katsuki in a scramble.

Her stares were brimmed with tears, "Bakugo, the guy you..." She hesitated. She had no idea what the boy's name was.

"Deku?" Bakugo implored her.

"Yeah, him! He's— just follow me."

As Bakugo followed her outside, he glimpsed she was directing him to the back of the building. His heart commenced beating into his ears, causing a ringing sensation to begin.

He was joined with the picture of a senseless man on the dirt, he was bleeding.

"That isn't Deku, who the fuck..?" Katsuki halted himself and went up to the man before crouching to the soil.

"Who the hell is this, Uraraka?"

"I don't know, that's why I got you!"

He watched him closely, nothing was ringing a bell. "Well, this is odd..."

"No shit, Sherlock," Uraraka wailed, "Well if it isn't Deku then who is it? And why are they bleeding?"

Katsuki gazed over at her with a glare, holding his hand up after seeing her dark navy blue jacket she had on. She raised an eyebrow.

"To stop the blood," He told, "Give me your jacket."

She mentally choked at the thought of her clothes touching the man, let alone going anywhere near him. "No, use your shirt!"

The blonde swiveled his eyes. "Do you expect me to walk around without a shirt on?"

She glared at him, realizing he was right.

"Then give me the God damn jacket."

She took it off and passed it over to him. "Call an ambulance," He added. "I'll take care of him until they get here."

She brought out her phone and went around the corner.

Katsuki peeked back down at the unknown male before wrapping the arms of the coat around his arm tightly.

He wondered who had done this and if they were also in danger. Or if Deku was in threat.

Uraraka came back over and crossed her arms at the sight of Katsuki sitting on the ground next to someone he had no clue who he was. "They're on their way."

He nodded as a response.

"You hear from Deku?" She questioned.

"Nope."
...

Around ten minutes later, the man was gone, getting taken away by an ambulance.

A police officer had just left after asking the male and female who had no idea what had been going on some questions.

It was his job, after all.

Uraraka and Katsuki walked back into the building, being met with Todoroki's gaze. He tilted his head before crossing his arms around his chest.

He looked like a ghost.

"Bakugo, where's Deku? He hasn't called in yet, is he late?"

Katsuki shrugged before dabbing his hands down his black tank top. "He wasn't at his house this morning, I just thought you knew where he'd be."

Shoto's eyes drop to the floor in concern, "Did you call him?"

"No answer."

"And you're just now telling me this..?"

Bakugo went towards the sink before trotting his hands under the ice-cold water. His hands instantly felt wonky from all of the pulling on the fabric in earlier events, "Couldn't you see that I was a little busy?"

He turned off the running water and strolled over to the paper towels on the ledge of the table. He pulled one off and walked over to the trash before drying his hands.

He threw the towel away, "Besides, I'm sure he's fine. You haven't even released his song yet as you promised."

Shoto looked away and leaned onto the counter before sighing. "There was a reason why I didn't, Bakugo."

"Yeah right," He turned the corner of the table and leaned into his seat before fully going down, "That's complete bullshit."

"Bullshit? I was working with Uraraka as I told you. To. Your. Face."

He ran his hands through his dual-colored hair, "Give Deku another call before we do anything else. Besides that, I don't want another word from you."