Not Izuku, Not Anymore

Ruin Her

There was a stirring inside of Ochaco, and she did not care for it. She was looking at the road as she tried not to let herself look at the man who was, supposedly, driving her home. He had kind eyes, a warm smile, but he had beaten Katsuki with a bat, and kidnapped her, the way her heart skipped a beat every time she looked at him was because he was dangerous, not because she wanted to kiss him. This was bad. So very very bad. Her lips burned and her hands were twitching. She wanted to touch him and she wasn't sure why, she was scaring herself. She hadn't felt this way before, even about Katsuki, even about Himiko, and Deku seemed to be worse by a mile. She sat on her hands, eyes going to the window.

    Deku was driving her home, he didn't want to, but keeping her against her will would make it less like he got to keep her forever. He hadn't felt his way before, he wanted to keep her, without chains. He wanted her to want him back, but that wasn't possible. He was a monster. He pulled over at her address, glancing at her, but not able to meet her gaze. She frowned,

    "Thank you for taking me home." she murmured

    He glanced up at her and waved goodbye
    "I'm sorry for kidnapping you. Can I see you again?" he felt weak, he felt pathetic, like the child he had been, the child he had smothered for a reason. Why couldn't he be tender ever again? Because he would die. There was no turning back now. Too many deaths at his door. He couldn't see her again. He couldn't risk it. But the thought of not seeing her again made him want to cry. Get a hold of yourself. He heard himself say, gripping his steering wheel in frustration.

    "I-I would like that." What was she doing? She smiled at him softly, had he drugged her? He had to have drugged her. She felt funny.
    "Go back up to your apartment." he said with a sigh before I tell you I love you like the idiot I am learning that I am.

    Ochaco frowned at him, but she nodded, hugging herself as she went up to her apartment. Bakugo was sitting at her door, head in his hands, looking defeated, his arms and head were wrapped in gauze. She jumped

    "What are you-what are you-why are you-"

    He stood up trying to stifle his groans

    "You're supposed to be in the hospital."

    "Number one hero. I can make them release me." He replied

    Ochaco frowned "But you shouldn't." she murmured "You don't look good."

    "I'm fine."he groaned, looking her up and down trying to see if there was any damage. Deku had had her all day but he had released her, why? There wasn't a scratch on her, she looked spooked, but she looked okay. He had gotten out and gone to her apartment, he wasn't sure why, wishful thinking, he supposed. He hadn't known where else to look, and he had hoped there would be something there that would show him something.

    "How long was I gone?" she murmured

    "A day. That sick fuck had you in his bed for a day."

    "He did, but.. He didn't do anything, he sedated me and just kept me in his bed until I woke up."

    Bakugo wanted to scream, he had ruined Deku, and Deku had kidnapped Ochaco and she had no idea what he had done to her, but she seemed to be under the impression that he was harmless. No no Deku had to have done something.

    "I'm staying here. Until that sick fuck is behind bars." Bakugo knew he couldn't kill Deku, but he wasn't going to let Ochaco pay for his sins.

    Ochaco nodded "O-okay." She murmured, it was going to be awkward, but she knew she wasn't going to talk him out of it. She looked at him sadly as she put her hands in her pockets