"You two! Go find the kid, I'll take care of this bastard."...
I hope Mr. Aizawa is doing okay..
The tone Aizawa previously used could still run a shiver down Midoriya's spine. Looking at Bakugou, he probably felt the same.
They both were running through wherever this is, full of metallic doors and stuff. It's like being in a horror movie of some sorts.
Some kind of asylum... nevermind-
"Hey Deku! You go there and I'll go here you got that?!" the expression on Bakugou's face... is he worried? Midoriya simply nodded with a loud 'mhm!' in response.
Then they parted ways.
//
*huff*
Where could he possibly be?
There's like a hundred rooms here...
*bang*
Three...
*bang*
Seven...
*bang*
fifteen...?
Ugh, might as well blow this damn place up already!
Sparks were starting to fly out of Bakugo's palms as his head turned left and right to try and figure out which room exactly you were in.
Sure, he could blow the roof off and just make it easier, but then he thought about what Aizawa would think.
"The rubble could've fell and hurt him!"
"What if it fell on him and crushed him?!"
Fine, maybe not.
"Tch, that kid better at least give me a snack in return..."
//
"Hmm.. where could he be...?"
Midoriya ran through every path he could find, bashing down every door that was locked, but still nothing.
He started rubbing his chin in attempts to thinking of something.
There must be some sort of trail... aha!
His eyes sparkled as he finally found a trail leading up deeper into the halls. But it looked... somehow unpleasant.
Blood?! I better hurry!
Forcing his body to move faster, energy started to charge up inside him, making him run so fast that he accidentally slid past your door.
"Kiogo*!" the heavy door slammed open, making a loud burst echo in the room. Once again.
Might as well just be deaf already.
You were half awake, laying in the ground with no energy to move nor speak. But you could sense someone looking at you, especially with wide eyes.
Midoriya gulped, "Uhm, don't worry, I'm gonna get you out of here!" he walked towards you slowly, eyes darting all across the bruises on your body.
When he looked at your arm, he took in a sharp inhale.
The layer of skin was burnt off.. all he could see was red. And it looks like there were some dirt sticking onto it.
Ouch..
"Mr. Aizawa's really worried about you, let's go, okay?" without a second thought, he slowly and surely picked you up in his arms.
He walked out.
