◉ OFF THE STREETS ◉ A BakuDeku Story ◉

6: Missing

OFF THE STREETS

MISSING

Izuku sighed shakily as he entered Bakugou's bedroom for the third time that morning. The blonde had mysteriously disappeared, two nights prior, as well as Neito Monoma. Midoriya worried that Neito could have done something bad to his friend, dragging him back into the streets or something. He couldn't tell what had happened. He was also worried he might have done something wrong to insult Katsuki, leading him to run away. 

The greenette let a tear slide as he sat down on the blonde's bed, looking down to his own hands. He inhaled his friend's scent, missing him dearly. He always got emotional whenever someone had to leave or decided to part ways with him, but no departure had ever hurt him this badly. He had grown quite attached to him. He had also developed mixed feelings for Bakugou, thinking about him often. He found himself envisioning Katsuki a lot while doing the dishes, doing laundry, in his dreams, while masturbating and even when he was talking to other people. Katsuki had seemed to take over his brain. And his heart. So, his sudden disappearance had left a deep scar in the greenette's heart.

"Don't worry about him, man. I'm sure he's okay." 

Izuku looked up, teary eyes locking with Kirishima's. He let a few more tears roll down his freckled cheek, unsure whether he should open up to his friend about his feelings. He felt hurt, almost betrayed. He was exhausted from worry and frustration. He felt too damn overwhelmed to speak, too. 

"He wouldn't just leave like this, would he? Did he say anything to you?" Izuku managed to say between quiet sobs. He watched as Eijirou's face melted into a sad frown, shaking his head. 

"I agree, this isn't like him. He seemed happy whenever I saw him around here. I don't understand why he'd leave all of a sudden." The red head spoke, sitting down next to the short male. He softly rubbed circles on Izuku's back in an effort to comfort him. "I'm sure this is all a misunderstanding. Maybe he needed to go somewhere, or maybe he was just more comfortable out there." The tall male continued, hearing more sobs occurring from his host. 

"Fuck- I feel so guilty." Midoriya sobbed, hiding his face in his hands. Kirishima froze, unsure what to reply. "I must have made him so uncomfortable. I constantly tried to find ways to hit on him; flirting with him at every chance I had. He never reacted so I figured he just didn't catch on to my hints. But I'm sure he did... That's why he left." The freckled male cried, shaking gently as his friend hugged him against him. 

"Midoriya... I'm sure that's not it." Eijirou muttered, shocked by Izuku's feelings. 

"But it is- It's the only reason he would have left- Oh, Kirishima... I can't sleep or eat. I just want him back here. I want to apologize to him so badly. Shit..." The curly-haired male cursed, shaking his head in his hands.

"Man... Don't say things like that, okay? You've got to move on. I'm sure Bakugou is fine, wherever he is. You know him! Would he be the type to randomly jump into trouble?" Eijirou explained, knowing the answer to his question was negative. He watched as the curly-haired boy pulled away, seemingly thinking for a few moments. 

"Yes." Izuku muttered with a pout. It completely took Kirishima aback, eyes widening in shock. "Kacchan is the type to get into fights without wanting to. He's the type that won't fight unless someone provokes him first. So... There's no doubt that he left because something provoked him to do so." Midoriya rambled, unsure whether or not he was making sense. Honestly, he was far too tired and worried to think straight. He just wanted to express his worry and fear through his exhaustion. 

"Oh jeez. Midobro, come on. It's supper time. Just... Come on and eat, please? At least try. I'm sure that's what Katsuki would have wanted you to do." Eijirou replied, standing up. He lent his hand down to Izuku, who slowly took it and followed his friend out into the hall while wiping away tears. 

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Bakugou sighed as he sat down on the sidewalk. He looked up to the dark streets, cool air surrounding him. He had stayed at the homeless shelter for a few months, keeping warm and having meals. Now, it was late October. The leaves had fallen, a thin layer of snow covering the ground. The only sound of the town's news broadcast filling the air, as well as sirens. It was unusual, for this time of year to get a snowstorm alert. Hosu had always had bad snow days, leading to Katsuki catching frostbite often. He always thought these types of storms were the worst. But apparently, they weren't. A warning of a major snowfall and hail was broadcasted through town, the government warning people to stay at home for the next few hours. 

It was at this moment the blonde realized he had probably screwed up. After leaving the shelter, he had decided to wander off as far as he could and ended up getting lost somewhere in town. He wasn't sure how to return to his shelter. All he knew, is that he didn't have time. It took two whole days for him to walk to this point. So, how could he expect to make it back home in less than an hour?

He had no clue where to go, and what to do. He was completely helpless, knowing this upcoming storm was strong enough to take away lives. It might sound dramatic, but Hosu's hail balls had always been big. The size of a baseball, to be exact. If someone receives a ball of ice that big on their head, it's sure to kill them immediately. After all; these balls were big enough to crush the roofs of cars and destroy part of people's houses. It was strong enough to break windows and hurt people. 

Bakugou was already beginning to freeze. It was clear he'd probably die in this storm. 

The blonde sighed shakily, closing his eyes from the cold air. Winds were picking up as his mind wandered off to his warm home that he missed dearly. The home he suddenly regretted leaving. He pictured the living room chair in which he'd always sit to listen to his friends' stories. He began picturing Eijirou, Denki and several other friends he had made there. His mind suddenly fogged with the image of a bubbly greenette, giggling sweetly at every joke the blonde would tell. He remembered how Izuku would often try to make Katsuki laugh, his pathetic efforts only making Bakugou laugh harder. Izuku had always cared for him, which is why the blonde had fallen head-over-heels for him.

Katsuki opened his ruby eyes once more, a bit of snow beginning to fall. He shivered, pulling on his coat. His cheeks flushed red to the thought of the pretty greenette who seemed so close, yet so far away. He wanted to stand up and go see him, but his body was weak and cold. The upcoming storm wasn't any motivation to him, either. All he wanted was to sleep. 

Sleep while holding Izuku close in his arms. He wanted to hear the freckled male's soft snores. He wanted to tell the greenette how much he meant to him. 

Bakugou flinched, beginning to stand up. Only, his mind suddenly came back to Nieto's words. How Midoriya didn't care at all about anyone. How he just used everyone for a steady paycheck. That was the reason the blonde had left. He didn't want to feel used by the person he loved the most. The one person he wanted to go back to. 

Katsuki frowned, erasing his blonde, blue-eyed friend from his mind. Monoma wasn't the important one, right now. Izuku was. Midoriya was way more important to him than anything else. 

And one storm wasn't going to keep him from doing any effort to see him again.

To Be Continued...