Silence

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Three days.

Seventy-two hours.

Four thousand, three hundred and twenty minutes.

That was how long it had been since Sora had locked herself away from the world.

At first, her classmates had tried to be understanding. They had left meals outside her door, knocked softly, and called her name, all hoping for some kind of response. But the plates remained untouched. The knocks were met with silence. And no one—not a single soul—had seen even a glimpse of her since she entered that room.

It was like she had disappeared.

And Bakugo hated it.

At first, his frustration burned like a low flame, simmering beneath his skin. He told himself she just needed space. He told himself she would snap out of it. But as the hours turned into days, his patience grew thinner, his anger sharper.

And now? Now he was furious.

His boots echoed down the hallway as he stormed toward her door, his hands balled into fists. His scowl was deep, his crimson eyes burning with barely contained frustration.

The others were too damn soft on her. But not him.

He was done waiting.

Reaching her door, he slammed his fist against the wood.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

- Oi! - His voice was sharp, cutting through the silence like a blade. - Open the damn door!

Nothing.

No shuffle of movement. No reaction.

His jaw clenched.

- You've been in there for three goddamn days! - he barked. - You think this is how you deal with shit?! Hiding away, not talking to anyone?! - His breath came harsh and ragged. His patience was slipping.

BANG!

He hit the door again, harder this time.

- You don't get to just disappear, damn it! You— He cut himself off, teeth grinding together. His breathing was heavy, his heartbeat pounding in his ears.

But still—silence.

Something in his chest twisted.

Something he didn't want to name.

A cold, sinking feeling crawled up his spine.

Something was wrong.

And then, without thinking, he kicked the door open.

It slammed against the wall with a loud crash, but—

She wasn't there.

The room was empty.

His eyes darted around. The bed was a mess, the blankets tangled and thrown to the side. The food left outside remained untouched. And then—

The window.

The curtains fluttered in the breeze, the glass swung wide open.

Bakugo felt his stomach drop.

She was gone.

His hands curled into fists. His breathing came sharp, uneven.

- Shit, - he muttered under his breath. Without wasting another second, he turned on his heel and bolted down the hall, mind racing.

***

The air inside Aizawa's office was heavy.

Bakugo stood in front of the desk, arms crossed, his scowl deeper than ever. Midoriya stood beside him, tense and uneasy, while Shoto remained eerily quiet, his heterochromatic eyes sharp with thought.

Aizawa sat behind his desk, elbows resting on the surface, his hands interlaced. His gaze was unreadable, but there was something weighing in his tired eyes.

- She's missing,- Midoriya said carefully, breaking the silence. - She left through the window. No one saw her leave.

- We need to find her,- Shoto added, his voice even but firm.

Aizawa exhaled slowly.

- She hasn't gone far, - he stated. -She's still wearing the bracelet I put on her. It suppresses her quirk.

Bakugo's head snapped toward him. 

- Then what the hell is she planning?! She doesn't have her quirk, she's injured, and she— He stopped himself, inhaling sharply through his nose. -We need to find her. Fast.

Aizawa nodded. 

- I agree.

There was a moment of silence.

Then, suddenly, Shoto pulled out his phone.

Everyone turned to him as he brought the device to his ear. After a few rings, a soft voice answered.

- Shoto?

- Fuyumi, - Shoto said quickly, - do you know where Sora might be?

His sister paused. -...What happened?

- She disappeared,- he admitted. - No one knows where she went.

Another silence. Then, Fuyumi sighed.

- She visits them,- she murmured. - Every time she disappears, it's because of them.

Bakugo felt something twist inside him.

Shoto's grip on his phone tightened. - Where?

Fuyumi's voice was gentle but sure.

- The cemetery,- she said softly. - the closest one to UA.

Shoto closed his eyes for a brief moment.

- Thank you, - he murmured.

As soon as the call ended, Bakugo was already turning toward the door, his expression unreadable.

- We're going,- he said, voice rough.

Midoriya swallowed, his concern deepening. Shoto pocketed his phone and nodded.

Aizawa sighed, rubbing a hand down his face before glancing up at them.

- Find her, - he murmured.

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