LOST // BAKUGO X OC

Protector

Bakugo's breath came out in puffs as if he had a marathon. But, the moment Estelle dropped to the ground, it knocked the air out of his lungs. All he could hear was white noise, the faint sound of his screaming seemingly miles away from himself as his footsteps pounded on the ground.

He could only recall one other instance where terror had ripped through his bones. When he couldn't protect himself in the sludge incident, the quirkless Deku rushed onto the scene to help. Hell, he had even been a little scared when he was kidnapped, but it wasn't like this. Nothing felt like this.

He knew he cared for Estelle; that was obvious to anyone who had half a brain. But, the extent of his feelings for her seemed to flood his veins when he saw her motionless. It was like a tidal wave washing over him, and all he could do was fall into the waves of fury that swam within every inch of his soul.

If he wasn't already breathless, the emotions themselves would have knocked him over due to their potency. If anybody was observing him, they would have seen the frenzy in his eyes whilst explosions ripped from his hands. The fierce red of his stare as he promised retribution for the girl lying on the ground. He could not fathom how the strong, exquisite, fearless Estelle was defeated by a freak like him.

It just wasn't possible in Bakugo's eyes. Estelle always won a fight, and she always got back up.

He adored that about her.

'So why the fuck isn't she moving, goddammit!'

He had a feeling the old man blew substances at her, and he also had a wild inkling that Estelle had no idea of the possibility of being drugged. Her reflexes would have kicked in otherwise, but she hadn't moved as Bakugo called to her.

Mild panic rose within him as he forced his feet forward. Ignoring the burn of his lungs, the male let out another explosion to push himself farther to reach the duo. It felt like he was underwater, and Estelle was the only source of oxygen in radius; he needed to get to her. He had to. Estelle needed him.

He would not fail her.

The movement of the disgusting man seemed to ignite something in Bakugo's brain. It was like a tunnel that had shielded everything else from view, ruby eyes narrowing at him with dark promise. It snapped, shredded and destroyed any part of him that held any potential mercy as the man swung Estelle's limp body over his shoulder.

The sight made his lips snarl in disgust, his stomach twisting and churning from the chaos his mind was currently suspended in. The knowledge of the shit Estelle had suffered through, the knowledge that he could fail, only leaving her to suffer at the hands of another, made the blood rush to his ears. That he would die before he let that happen. That Estelle deserved the world, and even though he knew he would never be able to give that to her, he damn well would try to.

The knowledge the substance could be poison, that she could be dead and her body would fade. The idea that he would never even get to find out how she tasted or if he managed to ever get her to stay. That she may never get to overcome the burdens of her past.

The sheer terror he had been experiencing formed into a righteous rage by the time he had reached the duo. The older man had slowed under the weight of Estelle, and Bakugo had never been so thankful to a God that he was kept on standby. He refused to think of what could have happened if he wasn't there because his heart couldn't take anymore.

Bakugo was still screaming when he finally landed a punch to the back of the freak's head. Gripping Estelle before she hit the ground, Bakugo didn't have the time to stick around to check if she was okay as the paedophile tried to stand up and run.