ALWAYS || Katsuki Bakugo

74- Mistake

Bakugo stormed into his room and slammed the door shut, causing the roof to rattle. He took off his eye mask and threw it on the floor. He put his forehead against the door of his closet and clenched his fist, banging the door with all his might, "Fuck!" Two weeks. Two weeks of constant raids and searches. Two weeks of no proper sleep because he didn't want to waste a single precious second, yet there were no signs of Yoshiko. His eyeballs were white with rage as he attacked his wall with bare knuckles, letting out bottled anger and fury in the way he knew best.

His best friend, Kirishima, was alarmed by the sounds on the other side of the wall and rushed into Bakugo's room to see him throwing punch after punch at his wall. Kirishima pulled Bakugo back, "Dude, you're hurting yourself!"

"Let me go, Shitty Hair!" Bakugo roared.

"Look at your knuckles, for god's sake! They're already bruising! You're going to dent that poor wall."

"Shut up and move aside," Bakugo warned. He didn't expect to receive a harsh slap across his face.

Bakugo's eyes went wide as he stared at Kirishima in shock. The redhead glared at him in anger, his jaw clenched tight. It was almost scary to see a usually calm and collected person like Kirishima looking so mad, "We all know you're worried about her, man. We are, too. We're searching for her day and night non-stop, but you're ruining your mind and body over it. If you want to let out your anger so bad, you can use my damn punching bag next door. Do you think not sleeping and eating to 'save time' is a smart move? Do you really think you'll get any work done when you're depriving your brain like that?"

Bakugo remained silent with his cheek still pulsing, letting Kirishima's words sink in. He watched Kirishima smile sheepishly, "If you want to talk, you've got me and the others, bro."

Then Bakugo finally burst. He sobbed and mumbled inaudibly while Kirishima stood there and watched him. Just then, Midoriya happened to open Bakugo's door to ask if he was up for dinner. He swallowed his words when he saw his friend ugly crying, "Woah... Kacchan. Are you alright?"

Kirishima mouthed a 'let him be'. Midoriya nodded in understanding, leaning against the doorframe and watching Bakugo turn his back to them to let the waterworks out. Bakugo turned around and wiped his eyes, ash blonde eyebrows knitted together with his cheeks tinted red, "Just allergies."

"Mhm," Kirishima smiled.

"Just allergies." Midoriya agreed with a grin, "Want dinner?"

"Obviously." Bakugo grumbled, walking past Kirishima and Midoriya, "Y'all comin' or not?"

The boys followed Bakugo downstairs and into the kitchen, where Ochako, Sato and Iida had made everyone dinner. Bakugo sat at the huge dining table beside Shinsou, who gave him a nod in acknowledgement before half-heartedly eating dinner. Midoriya and Kirishima sat beside Bakugo and thanked Yaoyorozu, who passed them the trays with food.

"Any clues in your search area?" Shinsou asked Bakugo, staring at his chopsticks.

"No," Bakugo replied. There was a few seconds of silence, "How about yours?"

Shinsou played around with his stir-fried noodles. Yoshiko would have loved this dinner, "None."

"Everyone's working so hard," Kirishima said as he chewed his pork cutlet, "I'm sure we'll find clues soon."

Bakugo's fist clenched around his chopsticks, almost breaking them, "It might be soon for us, but I know how painstakingly slow time must be for her. God knows what they're doing to her..." He didn't even want to think of the possibilities. Human Trafficking, rape, forcing females into working as sex workers, torture, and abusing quirks, were a few of the many reasons people got kidnapped. He had been there, too, because the League wanted to use him and his power.