The One Who Lived // Izuku Midoriya

23. a way of life

When you woke up, your first thought was of Izuku.

You dreamt about him as well, the way he ran for you—barely too late to reach you, the phantom feeling of his fingers brushing across the tips of yours.

You remembered the thought you had when you reached out your hand, how you just wanted to touch him one last time. You wanted to have faith that your father and the rest of the hero committee would get you out of this—but things weren't looking great.

"Welcome to the party, eye bags." Bakugou grumbled, which is when you felt the hefty chains weighing down your small frame.

He looked as if he had been awake longer. His eyes were filled with worry, and you noticed the way his arm twitched, appearing as if he was clenching his fists through the prison the villains put them in.

Bakugou wanted out and he wanted to pummel those assholes for thinking they could grab either of you.

"Now that you're awake, let's get down to business."

You recognized a few of the villains who attacked the training camp. Toga was staring right at you, resting her head on her hand that was held up by the bar. Her smirk grew as she twirled her knife in slow circles on the counter top. You couldn't tell if she was excited you were awake or awaiting the moment she could kill you.

"Won't you join me, wannabe hero Katsuki Bakugou?" Shigaraki spoke. It unnerved you that he didn't give out the same offer to you. You didn't like that Bakugou seemed to have a choice while you were stuck here whether you liked it or not.

"You can shove your offer and go to hell." Bakugou was smiling, a bit crazed, but smiling nonetheless. His expression brought you back to that night your father expressed his concerted for the boy, but it was clear he didn't understand Bakugou.

He would never be a villain, not ever.

Maybe you didn't understand him either.

Shigaraki ignored him momentarily, facing you. "Have you heard, Aizawa-Chan?" He grinned greedily, knowing you haven't seen anything other than this room for however long you'd been there. "Look at this! You're dad is apologizing on live TV."

Your eyes widened as you saw the image of your father standing with the representatives of U.A, apologizing for the camp.

"It seems he doesn't care about you at all, doesn't it? He's on live tv instead of searching for his little girl."

"Don't listen to him." Bakugou hissed.

You stared at the television, watched as your father bowed his head shamefully. You squinted your eyes, trying to make out his features. His hair was slicked back, extremely unordinary for him, his entire body was tense and there were deep circles under his eyes.

Was it because he was so worried about you or the fact that he had to be on tv?

Was it-

"Y/n." Bakugou snapped and your eyes met his. "He'll come find you."

"Why're they criticizing the heroes anyways, huh?" Shigaraki held his arms out theatrically.

"Their only crime was doing too little too late." The villain with the patched up face added with a snarky little hum.

"It is their job to protect people, but anyone can screw up now and then right?" Shigaraki laughed. "Heroes sure do have it rough, I'd say. Am I right?" This time he was directing his question to both of you.

Bakugou remained silent as the League of Villains shared their own opinions on heroes with you. You watched Bakugou carefully out of the corner of your eyes, there was no shift in his expression as he watched.