Beyond The Blast (Bkdk)

Uneasy Truce

The fluorescent lights of the infirmary cast a sterile glow on the room, highlighting the stark contrast between the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor and the tense silence hanging heavy in the air. Midoriya lay in the bed, the white sheets stark against his pale skin. Every breath sent a dull ache through his arm, a constant reminder of the battle in the training room.

Across from him, Bakugo sat in a stiff plastic chair, a scowl etched permanently on his face. His crimson eyes, usually blazing with defiance, were narrowed in thought. It wasn't the usual scowl reserved for taunting Midoriya. This one held a flicker of something unfamiliar - disquiet, perhaps even worry. The events of the training room echoed in the silence. Midoriya, fueled by adrenaline and fear for Bakugo, had pushed One For All to its limits.

The memory of Bakugo being swallowed by the crimson mist still sent a jolt of terror through him. He had recounted everything the fragmented memories unlocked by One For All, the chilling encounter with the cloaked figure, the horrifying truth about his connection to All For One.
Bakugo had been silent throughout, listening intently. He hadn't interrupted with his usual brash comments, his fiery spirit replaced by a stoicism that surprised Midoriya. His jaw remained clenched, and the only movement was the occasional twitch of his crimson ponytail.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Bakugo broke the silence. His voice was gruff, laced with disbelief as he spoke. "So, you're telling me you're basically a walking target for some psycho villain with a creepy mist quirk?" "That's... the gist of it, yeah," Midoriya admitted, a knot of worry tightening in his stomach. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks under Bakugo's scrutiny. Bakugo scoffed, a harsh sound that echoed in the sterile room. "Tch. Talk about a lousy quirk to inherit. But..." he hesitated, a flicker of something akin to concern crossing his features for a brief moment, almost like a spark hidden in a pile of ashes. "You said you wanted to be a hero, right? Even with all this baggage?"

Midoriya felt a surge of determination course through him. He straightened slightly in the bed, the pain in his arm forgotten for a moment. "More than ever, Kacchan. I won't let this connection define me. I'll use One For All for good, just like All Might did." Bakugo snorted, a sound more akin to a suppressed growl. "Whatever. Just don't expect me to babysit you every time some villain decides to come knocking." His voice betrayed a hint of annoyance, but beneath it all, Midoriya sensed something else - a begrudging respect for his determination.

Midoriya smiled weakly. He knew Bakugo wouldn't come out and say it, but there was a grudging acceptance in his words. Maybe they wouldn't be best friends overnight, but for now, an uneasy truce would have to do. Suddenly, the door to the infirmary burst open with a bang, revealing a frantic Recovery Girl. Her usually sprightly demeanor was replaced by a look of concern. "Midoriya! There you are! I need to examine you. Using One For All at such a high level... you could have seriously injured yourself!" She bustled over to Midoriya's bedside, her white coat billowing behind her.

Bakugo rolled his eyes, a familiar gesture that, for some reason, brought a sliver of comfort to Midoriya. "He already did, old hag. Just hurry up and make sure he doesn't break anything else." He crossed his arms and leaned back in the chair, his gaze flickering between Midoriya and Recovery Girl. As Recovery Girl fussed over Midoriya, checking his vitals and lecturing him about pushing himself too hard, Bakugo remained in the room. A silent sentinel, perhaps. He didn't participate in the conversation, but his presence spoke volumes. The dynamic between them was far from perfect - a battlefield of unspoken emotions, a mixture of fear, anger, and a grudging respect.

But in the face of the looming threat, a new understanding had begun to form. They were rivals, yes, but they were also classmates, teammates, and perhaps, somewhere deep down, grudging friends. The battle lines had been drawn. A powerful villain was out there, targeting Midoriya because of his connection to All For One. The future was uncertain, but one thing was clear - Midoriya wouldn't face it alone. He had Bakugo, and perhaps, a newfound resolve to