Blurred Lines | A Bakudeku/Dekubaku Story

Chapter 6

~Bakugou POV~

I let out a cry of frustration, unleashing an explosion above my head.

"FUCKIN' DAMMIIIIIIT! DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS!" I rage, stomping my feet and punching the wall. Wildfire rounds the corner moments later, a smirk on his stupid scarred face.

"Looks like number 1 here lost the villains," he comments, and I turn to him with a death glare.

"You better shut your mouth if you value your life, scar-face!" I retort, stomping past him. Toshinori quickly approaches me, worry etched across his face.

"Young Bakugou, what happened!?" He frantically asks, searching me up and down for injuries. I only had a few minor scrapes on my arms and shoulders.

"They got away, that's what fucking happened!" I bite, and Toshinori looks behind me.

"They must be pretty skilled to have gotten away from you. Definitely with the help of a quirk," he deduces, and I scoff.

"Ya think? Tch," I say, walking back towards the conference. I'm quickly swarmed by news reporters, who had followed the commotion out of the building and onto the streets.

"Dynamight, were you able to identify the perpetrators?" One of them asks, shoving a mic towards my mouth. I stop for a moment. 

That was definitely Izuku back there. But what should I tell them? He's not a well-known villain, so if I claim to have known him, the press could turn against me...

"No, never seen them in my life," I respond gruffly, and another microphone is shoved into my face.

"Dynamight, what do you think they were doing at the conference?" He asks, leaning over a camera man. 

"Not sure," I answer, but before I could continue, yet another mic was shoved my direction. 

"Do you think they were trying to assassinate someone?"

Another mic. "Are they spies from another country?"

Another. "Were those people villains?"

"Dynamight, do you have anything to say about what just happened?"

"ENOUGH!" I shout, causing the news reporters around me to silence. My being is brimming with the frustration with my failure, and I didn't have enough time for tedious camera attention right now.

"I will investigate into the matter and let you know. For now, piss off, you're only holding me back from the investigation," I growl, and the press back off. 

"C'mon Toshinori, we have an investigation to start," I call to the retired hero, and he and I head for his car to return to my place. 

~Midoriya POV~

Shoto hits the wall with his back, sliding down onto his bottom. His heavy breathing is the only thing to be heard. I watch him as heavy breaths of perspiration flow from the holes in his mask, a little concerned.

"Are you alright, Shoto? Opponents don't usually wear you out like this," I ask, and the two-toned individual lets out a heavy sigh, a final puff of vapour emitting from the mask. 

"Yes, I'm fine. He was a very difficult opponent. If not for your intervention, I may have been defeated," he answers me, a hint of frustration in his usually monotone voice. Shoto hangs his head, a few final beads of sweat dripping to the floor. 

I look at him with sympathy. I am well aware of how hard his dad has pushed him to be a formidable fighter, so getting almost beat the way he did must be greatly discouraging.