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Hawks sifted through his closet, occasionally glancing at Bakugou, who was pacing impatiently across the room. They were back at Hawks' apartment, a much safer hideout considering that someone was bound to search Dabi's place.
"When are we going to get him out?" Bakugou asked, his impatience clear as he crossed his arms and began tapping his foot.
"Just give me a second," Hawks replied, tossing a black hoodie at Bakugou. The blond caught it with a scowl, holding it like it was something foul.
"What the hell is this for?" Bakugou asked, his voice laced with annoyance.
"Do you want to save Dabi or not?" Hawks asked, placing his hands on his hips and staring at the blond.
"I do..." Bakugou muttered reluctantly.
"Then put that on." Hawks moved to another closet and retrieved a wig. Bakugou grumbled under his breath as he pulled the oversized hoodie over his head, the fabric practically swallowing him.
Hawks approached Bakugou, carefully fitting a wig cap over the blond's head before placing a short, messy red wig on top. Bakugou glanced at the mirror and snorted.
"Why do I need all this crap? Are we going to some stupid comic con? And why am I the only one in a costume?" Bakugou grumbled as he adjusted the wig, noting how it made him look like a mini-Kirishima.
"Because I can walk into the police station without raising any eyebrows. You, on the other hand, are a UA student who got shrunk by a quirk. There's a good chance they've been informed about your disappearance by now." Hawks explained as he laced up his boots.
"So, we're just going to walk in through the front door?" Bakugou asked, his eyes narrowing as he tried to understand Hawks' plan.
"That's the idea." Hawks confirmed.
"And then what? They're not going to let a kid see the dangerous villain wing of the police department." Bakugou pointed out, arms crossed.
"I've got a few friends who owe me a favor. They'll cause a distraction, pull most of the police away, and we'll slip in unnoticed," Hawks explained. Bakugou nodded, seeming to relax slightly as the plan made sense.
"Alright, but do you know what cell he's in? And what happens after we break him out?" Bakugou asked, his mind already jumping to the next steps.
"After we break him out, I'll have to drop you off somewhere safe. You're still a kid, and I don't want you getting caught in the crossfire," Hawks said, his tone firm but gentle.
Bakugou's expression darkened. "But it was my idea to break him out in the first place!"
"Yes, but I'm the adult, and I'm the only one who can get him out safely," Hawks said, ruffling Bakugou's wigged head. "Plus, you don't want your teacher getting in trouble for losing you, do you? Or your classmates getting hurt searching for you?"
Bakugou's defiance wavered as he realized Hawks was right. Aizawa could face severe repercussions, and his classmates were likely already worried sick about him. With a heavy sigh, Bakugou nodded.
"You're right," Bakugou admitted, his voice low.
"Glad you see it my way. Now, let's go." Hawks smiled, lifting Bakugou into his arms. "Just remember, no tantrums, okay? You have to pretend you're an innocent, well-behaved kid," Hawks joked, poking Bakugou's nose.
"I don't have tantrums!" Bakugou snapped, smacking Hawks' hand away. Hawks just chuckled, amused by the little blond's fierce spirit, before leaping out the window with Bakugou in tow.
"Mission save burnt toast is a go!" Hawks declared, making Bakugou snicker as they flew towards the police station.
***
Back at Dabi's apartment, Todoroki and Jirou were carefully investigating the scene. The blood splatter on the couch's side had caught their attention. Todoroki noted the angle of the splatter, suggesting the owner had been struck.
"What if they didn't use a weapon? What if they used their fist?" Jirou mused aloud, her eyes scanning the room for anything that could confirm her theory.
"You might be right," Todoroki agreed, rubbing his chin thoughtfully as he continued to scan the area.
As they searched, Todoroki noticed something red sticking out from under the couch. He dropped to his knees and reached for it, his fingers brushing against the object.
"What is it? Did you find a clue?" Jirou asked, kneeling beside him as he pulled the object out.
Todoroki held up a red feather, his eyes narrowing in recognition. "Is that one of Hawks' feathers? What's it doing here?"
"I'm not surprised Hawks is involved," Todoroki muttered, his mind piecing together the events.
"Why do you say that?" Jirou asked, tilting her head in curiosity.
"Remember when I jumped through that portal the other day? I almost caught up with Bakugou and Dabi, but Hawks helped them escape and brought them here," Todoroki explained, his voice tinged with frustration.
"So, Hawks is involved in this... But whose blood is that? Hawks' or Bakugou's?" Jirou wondered aloud, her fingers tapping her chin thoughtfully.
"Neither. Someone else was here, and I believe Hawks is the one who attacked them," Todoroki surmised, his gaze lingering on the feather in his hand.
"We should inform Mr. Aizawa, or maybe Yayarozu. She could make a DNA tester to figure out whose blood this is," Jirou suggested.
Todoroki nodded. "Call Yayarozu. Getting a DNA test will help us figure out what happened here." He carefully placed the feather under a jar, ensuring it was secure as they prepared to uncover the mystery.
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