Blonde Is Better } a bakukami fanfic

The rescue

Bakugo's POV;

I slowly opened the door, shining some light in to the dark, cold room. The only visible light was I flickering bulb in the middle of the room. The tiny amount of light is was producing was enough to show a pair of feet in the corner of the room.

"Denki?" I exclaimed, rushing over to check if he was conscious. His breathing sounded forced and his pupils were dilated, but he was safe which was all I cared about right now.

I untied him gently, before picking him up bridal style. He barely weighed anything. I rushed out of the room, ignoring the calls from my teachers behind me. He needed medical treatment. Now.

I placed him on a patchy armchair in the main area. Everybody gathered around Denki, but making sure that he has space. They all wore worried faces, even the 1b Brat, which was surprising. However, nobody looked or was more worried than I was. I examined his injuries, making sure that none of them were life threatening, which wasn't that easy given I'm not medically trained.

After what seemed like an eternity, an ambulance arrived, sirens blaring. As he was being secured on to the stretcher, a kind paramedic asked if I would like to go in the ambulance with him for support. I quickly agreed, almost literally jumping in to the back of the vehicle.

During the tense drive to the hospital, I couldn't take my eyes off of his face. Despite the oxygen mask blocking a lot of it from view, I could still see the numerous scratches and bruises drawn across his pale skin.

Once we arrived, he was whisked away to get scans and observations, while I remained sitting in the waiting room, tapping my foot impatiently. After about two hours, a nurse was sent over to guide me to Denki's room. His room number was 666. Jesus, talk about luck.

I was stopped at the door by a short, old man, introducing himself as the doctor supervising Denki's recovery. He explained to me what was going to happen and why.

"Mr Kaminari has received brutal injuries to his body. From what we have gathered, he has multiple broken ribs, a compound fractured wrist, a concussion caused by some form of head injury and is extremely malnourished." He explained, sliding his finger down his clip board to keep his place.

"Keep in mind, Mr Bakugo, these are only the injuries we can see on the surface. The chances of this being more serious are high. Explaining this further, we can only see the physical damage, not the mental or emotional. This means that his recovery could be more than just physio. Perhaps a therapist will be required." With that, he left, leaving me to process the information just given.

I knew that his mental state wouldn't be the best after returning, like my own experience, but I didn't think it would be a game-changing thing. What if he doesn't remember me? His head injury could have given him Amnesia or something!

An enexpected tap on my shoulder made me snap back to reality, while almost giving me a heart attack at the same time.

"Gah! Oh, All Might.. Don't fucking do that, you scared me!" I yelled, picking up some attention from the busy nurses rushing through the halls.

"Apologies, Young Bakugo!" He said, his booming voice echoing throughout the relative silence. "I pressume that the doctor has updated you on your classmate's condition?"

I nod, looking away from the giant man in front of me and towards the door. I wanted to go in, but I wanted All Might to get lost first. I tried to give subtle hints by frequently glancing at the door or at my watch. But, to my irratance, he was unknowing to all.

"Oh my god, was that Deku I heard just now?" I gasped, placing my hands on my face in a show of exaggerated surprise.

"Really? Where?- I-I mean.. I'm sorry, Young Bakugo, but I must continue on my days work!"

He then took off down the hallway to search for his brocoli headed successor.
I rolled my eyes before entering the stuffy hospital room.

The walls and floor were a light shade of blue, same with the bed. There was a single, small window, which was barely letting in any air. My blonde headed idiot was laying in bed, bandages covering his arms and legs. He was fashioning a cast on his left hand. He was awake, staring at the ceiling as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. He didn't notice me enter his room as his eyes did not look away from the ceiling once.

I cleared my throat, resulting in the injured boy before me to flinch and gaze over at me. I shot him a small but genuine smile, expecting one in return. However, I got the opposite. His expression turned from stoic to scared as he began to shout for the nurses. He weakly threw any nearby objects at me to keep me at a distance until help arrived.

This reaction took me by surprise. This was the last thing I expected from him, I atleast thought he'd be happy to see me.
My shock turned to a low anger, which I tried to keep under control.

Eventually, two nurses and Aizawa burst through the creaky door. Denki began screaming to them, begging them to get rid of me. He began to flay his limbs around in an attempt to activate his quirk, which ultimately failed. Aizawa rushed over to assist the nurses in holding him down.

"Aizawa Sensei!" Denki yelled, still trying to activate his quirk. "You have to get rid of him! He's a traitor, he's gonna kill us all! He's a monster!"

What did he mean I was a traitor? How could he think that. After all I did the rescue him. What could I have possibly done to him for him to call me a traitor... a monster.

With tears prickling in my eyes, I ran from the room. I didn't know to where, but I needed to get away from there before I lost my cool.

Aizawa's POV;

After Bakugo stormed out of the room, Kaminari returned to a more calm and emotionless state. He was definetly not himself. I sat on the armchair beside the bed. Kaminari was now staring at the ceiling, not a word nor expression from him.

"Kaminari?" I asked, speaking calmly so as not to alarm him.

"Mhhm?" He responded, not taking his gaze off the cracking ceiling.

"What did you mean? When you said Bakugo was a traitor?"

"He works with the league! I-I saw him there... holding a knife. He told me that once I was dead, he'd kill the rest of the class.." He murmured, tears starting to build up in his eyes, yet his face remained unemotional.

"Aizawa Sensei.." He said, his voice barely above mute.

"Yes?"

"You HAVE to kill him."

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Word count: 1187

Hey!
I finally got this out!
I was trying to go for the same kinda thing, like Peeta from the Hunger games.
Obvs, I'm not able to right that good, but I hope this came out alright!
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