𝒟𝑜 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌? ᰔ K. Bakugo

Chapter 9: Blood and Internships pt3

A/N: School started and I'm NOT prepared. Motivation loss and time loss but I'll continue to write. Js for this fanfiction. Shhh js ignore the low quality and read it for the plot. 

!The writing style can purposefully be changed depending on which arc of you we are now. It's part 1 of the story, which means one character arc.!

TW: "slight" gore

written: 02.09.2024-06.09.2024

Best Jeanist had been furious. Irritated because of the way Bakugo had started a fight in public and that you did nothing to stop it. Heroes shouldn't fight against each other in public. Even less when people were watching. 

It was a wonder that nothing had been destroyed and that you both came back as a whole. 

With many bruises and wounds. 

Your hero costume had been cut through, your mask full of scratches, and your jacket dirtied but your white shirt and pants didn't even have a single mark on them. Even your skin was visible on some parts of your body. 

It was a miracle how you chose white outfits and how they were still kept clean to their finest thread. However, there were cuts on them too. 

Bakugo's arms seemed to have suffered the most. Your spikes were still in his skin, blood trickling down his muscles and onto the ground made out of cement, his arms being freed as soon as you two landed on your feet. 

Hakamada wanted to scold you. 

Both of you.

Giving you a lecture about how it was inappropriate for a hero to do such reckless actions and how you shouldn't pick up a fight in the eye of the public. 

That's what he wanted to do, at least. 

From the very moment you had been in sight again, you were starting to act weird. 

Your raged breaths could be heard through your mask and the shivering of your muscles could be seen by a blind person. 

And even though it was clear that Bakugo was scowling, he had noticed it too. 

Both he and Best Jeanist were staring at your panicked form, breaths getting faster with every second. 

Bakugo had never been the most sensitive person. Which was why he asked Best Jeanist something. 

"What the hell is wrong with them?"

"...I don't know...", he replied honestly, concern sinking into every cell of his being before he had asked if something was wrong with you, only for you to reply harshly in your unwell state. He wasn't even aware of the fact that his intern had just sworn.

You had flown away before he could ask anything else, watching you search for something in your pocket but not find it. 

Hakamada had a very bad feeling about you leaving right now. 

His eyes followed your figure getting smaller and smaller.

Only for your wings to suddenly dismiss, leaving you falling towards the ground at a high speed. 

You were high in the air, as high as some of the highest buildings. It would be your instant death. 

Without hesitation, he started to run towards your falling body, giving it all the speed he could bring up, trying to reach you before your skin would make contact with death itself.

He wouldn't be fast enough. The gravity made you fall faster and faster, your arms and legs limply hung in the air as gravity forced them up, your mask being damaged to your fight and moving slightly during your fall.