That Isn't a Flesh Wound

Interrupting Bomb

"Maybe you should be there."

The wipes slipped off from his hair, dropping to his desk with a wet plop as his friend stared back at him in shock. "What?"

"What?"

"That's— god, I want to say it's terrible but it's actually kind of understandable," Izuku said, staring back at him. "But...Wait! How the hell am I supposed to help? I have class too!"

"You said Auntie Inko knows about it already," Bakugo shrugged, "Tell her to call in sick to the UA so you can help."

"Ah, that is a good point—"

"Look. You already told me about every detail the men said about where they are meeting and what time," He waved off the worried expression on Izuku's face. He could already see the body language changing as Izuku considers the option. "All you would have to do is show up, go in, and fuck it up for them on the inside."

"That sounds good in words, but not in action, Kacchan," he replied. "How would I mess it up from the inside when I don't even know the details about what's going to happen. The only thing I have is a time and place where the others will meet up. After that, it's a blank."

"If this is happening when my class is there, then there is a possibility that Eraserhead will be there," Bakugo said.

...

Midoriya paused and took a minute to think about the possibilities. He could somehow bother him and bother the hell out of the villains around him. He will be able to use all of his glitter and stink bombs. Oh! Maybe he can even combine some. "I'm in."

"Good. Because if you were about to shout about how unsafe it is, I would bring out a mirror," Bakugo replied.

"Why a mirror—" Bakugo interrupted him by turning on his desk mirrors that his mom gave him from their old studio that they used on models. He even lit up the LED lights along the sides to really light up his old friend's face. "Oh. My lucky white streaks?"

"Yes, you idiot," Bakugo rolled his eyes as Izuku wiped off the rest of the smears by the edges of his face he missed the first time. "You already take enough risks as it is. Plus, from the sounds of it, you might not be dealing with anything at a pro level. These assholes just sound like they are some wannabe gangsters. I'll think even you will be fine."

Izuku looked at him as his lips remained in a thin, straight line as he pondered about the suggestion. Slowly, his face relaxed, "Fine. I'll try and get my way in."

*

Easier said than actually done. Especially with the amount of information he told his mother. From the look on her face, she was close to making her own costume and following him in just to keep an eye on him.

It would be far off since he did notice just how much material was left over from the new stretchy material she bought to remake his vigilante suit. Nevertheless, she called in sick for him providing the excuse of a simple common sickness that he only needed rest to recover from.

Either way, the time and place he heard was not just an abandoned building. It was an underground bar with a sign with broken lights.

And once he entered, he could barely move since the stairs going down were packed with people that had weapons strapped to their body. He could barely see into the bar since the only viewpoint he had was through a thin opening through the stair railing.

And even then, he could only see the crowd of thugs with no sign of the actual leader standing out anywhere.

"Am I late?" He whispered. His vigilante costume didn't get much attention thankfully.