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don't know what to call this situation
but i know i can't call you mine
and it's delicate, but i will do
my best to seem bulletproof
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"Get the fuck off," Bakugo growls, attempting to throw you off his back like a mechanical bull in a sleazy, Texas-themed bar.
You cling on tight, both of you knowing fully well that he could, realistically, just flip you over onto the concrete below. Deep down—deep, deep, deep down—though, he's too nice for that. "If you put me down," you warn, half-joking, "my legs are gonna give out." You press your chin further into his shoulder and frown. "C'mon, you're a hero. You gotta carry me to safety, All Might Junior."
"Don't call me that!" He shouts, shaking you more violently.
You squeak. "Okay—I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
"You better be," he mutters, though he's careful as he lets you back down to your feet. He watches to make sure your legs don't give out, then marches on ahead, leaving you to smile and shake your head.
"You two sure got close in a couple days," Kirishima comments. Days? "Todoroki's gonna be jealous."
Ears burning, you sputter in disbelief, finally managing to blurt out, "Gross!" at the exact same time as Bakugo. Kirishima laughs, but the both of you too tired to really glare at him.
You turn to the blond, a shit-eating grin growing on your cheeks. "We're trauma-bonded for life now," you tell him. "Bestie."
He sneers at you. "Fine. I'll just make yours nice and short."
"You're gonna make my life nice? Aw."
"Shut the fuck up."
"Whatever you say, bestie."
Back within the safety of a crowd, Bakugo and Kirishima argue about whether or not that was a rescue or an escape. Ida's hunched over and trying not to puke (Relatable) and Midoriya's on the phone, trying to tell whoever it is on the other end something you can't make out. You watch him with bated breath, willing your ears to focus, god damn it.
"Mhm.... Yeah, the train station. Yeah. Mhm, in front of it. Be careful, Todoroki."
You watch, flabbergasted as he hangs up without offering the phone to you. You turn away as he returns to your little group, not wanting to make him feel bad—as much as you sort of want to at the moment. I mean, seriously. I know we're not actually dating, but he doesn't know that....
All Might's on TV—on one of those giant screens playing in the square. It's All Might and he's fighting Shigaraki's master, but...
"He's like a skeleton...!"
Your hands curl into fists at your sides, watching as All Might becomes almost a shell of the hero you all know—knew. Did the villain do that? Just now, in the few minutes you'd been absent from the fight? Is he that strong?
Your blood runs cold. Did... I do this? All Might's gonna die, all because I'm too stupid to be aware of my surroundings?
Everyone's yelling, screaming, cheering, chanting—there's a rumbling through the air, shaking the ground beneath your feet, but no sound reaches your ears. You just keep staring, wide-eyed, even as the fight ends with the villain apprehended. The group makes its way through the crowd to find the rest of the ragtag, unauthorized rescue squad. Through the static of your ears, a voice rings out:
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Fanfiction"Why do you want to become a hero?" "I... kinda didn't," you admit, looking at your bowl instead of your classmate. He asks no follow-up questions, waiting for you to come to him. Curse you, caring fiancé. "I wanted to be, like, a doctor, or somethi...
