Frenzy

|CHAPTER 8|: Exposure

Izuku head was all over the place as he sped through the traffic of Tokyo City. The call he had gotten from Katsuki set off all kinds of red flags for him. He's been trying to call him back but the phone went to voice mail every time. Even if this was such a big emergency that Bakugou had made it out to be, the omega had no idea how he even got a hold of his personal number in the first place.

He quickly parked his car next to the enormous building before he gathered his things and climbed out. He didn't even think about saying goodbye to his mother at the hospital. Everything was happening too fast and his anxiety was spiking through the roof. He quickly made his way through the reception area, not even sparing the people he came to be familiar with a glance.

The ride in the elevator was quiet. Too quiet. Honestly, what could've been so important that Katsuki had to see him right this second. Izuku could only assume the worst as the soft music echoed through the small enclosed space. Although the only thing he could focus on was the thundering beat of his heart in his chest. 

As the elevator doors slid open, Izuku barely registered the sleek, modern space around him. His eyes immediately scanned the area, searching for Katsuki. He felt tense, his thoughts spiraling with frustration. If this was some kind of prank or a pointless interruption, he didn't know what he'd do. But before he could spiral further, a cheerful voice caught his attention.

"Hello! You must be Bakugou's therapist. You remember me? I used to come to you when I broke my shoulder a few years ago."

Izuku blinked, his gaze settling on the familiar figure in front of him. Uravity—Ochako Uraraka. The Beta hero was standing there, a bright smile on her face despite the beads of sweat dotting her forehead and the slight flush from her recent workout. She was dressed in a snug, dark-gray sports bra and high-waisted athletic leggings, her hair pulled back into a messy ponytail. She looked like she'd just come from an intense training session, which made sense, this was Bakugou's place.

Izuku remembered her well. She'd been one of his first challenging cases when he was just starting out. The term "broke her shoulder" was putting it lightly; "shattered" was a more accurate description. Healing quirks could only do so much with such severe injuries, so she'd had to rely on Izuku for months of physical therapy to get back to full strength. Recklessness in the hero world wasn't uncommon, and Uraraka had certainly pushed her limits back then.

"Uh, hi. Yeah, I remember. It's nice to see you again," Izuku replied, offering a polite smile. "Do you know where Mr. Bakugou is? He called me and said it was an emergency..."

Uraraka grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge in the kitchen and took a quick sip before responding. "Oh, yeah. I'll take you to him—I just came here to grab my shoulder pad." She gestured for Izuku to follow her, turning on her heel without waiting for a response.

Izuku trailed after her, his irritation only growing with each step. The more he looked at the situation, the less it seemed like the emergency Katsuki had made it out to be. Now, it looked more like Katsuki had dragged him all the way here just because he felt like it. The alpha had always had a knack for being difficult, but today's stunt was pushing Izuku's patience to its limits.

As they walked, Uraraka chatted casually about her training, oblivious to Izuku's simmering annoyance. He forced himself to respond politely, though his mind was elsewhere. He couldn't shake the feeling that this was all just another one of Katsuki's impulsive demands.

But as much as he tried to push it down, the tension lingered beneath the surface, reminding him of why he'd been so eager to distance himself from this kind of chaos in the first place. "So how has your shoulder been holding up?" The omega forced himself to ask as they seemed to near the gym. "I rarely remember that I broke it at all, you did an amazing job- I'm very grateful." She replied as she looked at him with a bright smile.