Bakugo Katsuki fought like a rabid animal as the police drug him from the yakuza hideout. He had lost to Rock Lock of all people. The hero managed to lock his hands palm to palm after a long fight, thus disarming him and making it easy for the man to slip cuffs over his wrists. But still he didn't want to admit defeat. Two cops had to practically drag him free of the underground warren as he thrashed and screamed his discontent, uncaring of the show he was putting on for the media.
When he saw a small greenette sitting on the back of an ambulance being smothered by three of his former classmates he really lost it. He used his boosted rage to finally twist free of the hold the two policemen had on him, before charging the object of his eternal ire.
He watched as green eyes widened as the smaller teen noticed his rapid approach. The fear in them sending a spike of satisfaction through the blonde attacker. But, just as he started to shift his body to attack with a kick, he was forcefully stopped by a punch to the face on one side, quickly followed by a bicep around his neck.
He choked in his shock as he was slammed onto his back, gasping for his lost breath as he stared up at the furious forms of Todoroki and Shinso.
He could see the blonde hair of Kaminari behind them, standing guard over his target as the other two made sure he stayed down until the cops caught back up. As the budding villain was hauled back to his feet he was met with the furious gazes of three protective hero students. All of them glaring hotly enough to fry an egg.
It was Shinso who spoke up. "If you ever come near him again, a black eye will be the least of your worries. He has people who love and support him now. We will never let you hurt him again."
Bakugo's snarled response was cut off as he was yanked away towards a paddy wagon. The three teens stood watching the struggling firecracker until he was in the vehicle and locked down out of sight before turning to their boyfriend. Their worried gazes finding green eyes staring up at them with a complicated mix of emotions. Love, awe, disbelief. So many things in Izuku's gaze after being protected by three beautiful boys.
Denki settled back down on the bumper with him while smothering the greenette in hugs and questions. And the other two took up positions standing across from them and blocking a bit of the busy world off. They just kind of sat there for a few minutes, relaxing and appreciating that they were all together again. But a soft knock from the inside of the ambulance had Denki helping Izuku stand.
Hizashi opened the door, little Eri standing beside the hero and peeking out shyly. "She's all set kiddos. Its Izuku's turn now, and then we will head to UA for debrief. RG will probably also want to do a more indepth check afterwards…"
Izuku sighed and accepted the hand up into the vehicle, kneeling down to be eye level with the skittish little one hiding behind his dad's legs. "Hey Eri. Th-they want us in here one at a time. Do you think you would be ok sitting with my partners for a little bit?"
"...partners?"
"Yeah rem-remember I told you about them? This i-is Denki… Hitoshi… and Shouto." He introduced while pointing and giving a pause so each boy could acknowledge the girl and say hello. "They're the ones I-I went to the water park with remember? I bet if you ask nicely Denki would tell you more stories about it."
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A Silent Kind of Strength
FanfictionIzuku Midoria. Deaf. Quirkless. Tired. And done with Kachan's shit. It's been almost a year since he lost the majority of his hearing. And he's doing his best to learn to cope with being disabled on top of being quirkless. It would be easier if his...