Now or Never

Wanted or Needed?

He looked at the screen once more just to make sure that his eyes wasn't playing tricks on him. Sure enough, he had a text message from Nazumi seven hours ago. He was sleeping when he got the message, and he didn't bother texting back, afraid that it was just his mind playing tricks on him.

//Shitty Nazumi//
I'm okay, Katsuki.
Sent at 3:57 a.m.
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"Bakugo, you've been on your phone this entire time." Shoto spoke loud enough to catch the attention from the blond. When Katsuki glanced over to Shoto, his attention was solely on his heterochromic orbs.

"Are you going to listen on what we have in plan–" Katsuki cut Shoto off with an annoyed scoff.

"Why are you interested in saving someone that you barely know, huh?" He didn't know why he felt so bitter towards someone that was simply trying to help him get to Nazumi.

The steaming anger that he felt towards Shoto never seemed to subside. It only worsened as he talked about saving Nazumi- his Nazumi.

"She's a friend of everyone in class 1-A. She's also a friend of mine." He sat down the paper in his hands and stepped from behind Ochaco's back. "Why wouldn't I try to help someone that is dear to me?"

This only caused Katsuki to grit his teeth together savagely. He doesn't know anything about Nazumi... so why would he want to find her? Why does he care so much?

"I'd think there's something else involved." He took a step forward himself, trying to show his dominance on the situation. This didn't work, though.

Shoto sighed, unsure of what to tell the angry blonde. He wasn't too sure of why Nazumi had created feelings for someone so vulgar.

"There's nothing else involved, I assure you."

"Assure me my ass," He said, "There has so be something else involved. Otherwise, you'd fucking sit back like the rest of the school is. So why did you call us out here--" He motioned to the park they were currently sitting in, "--just to discuss how to find Nazumi?"

"She's our friend, Bakugo."

"Cut the shit, icy-hot. You fuckin' like her, don't you." Izuku's eyes went wide at his childhood friend's observation. He had the thought a few times but decided to keep it to himself. Of course, though, Katsuki had no problems blurting out what he thought.

Shoto stood there quietly. His face remained calm and collected, but inside of his body... that was a different story.

It took him a minute to clear his throat and recollect himself. His eyes were closed gently and his breathing was slow, "I believe it's normal to like a friend-"

"You know that's not what I fucking meant. Don't piss me off, half n' half bastard." Katsuki's voice was now extremely low and threatening.

Ochaco shivered at the tension. Hesitantly raising her arms while she nervously looked at the two, she attempted to break the ice. "Nazumi wouldn't want us fighting."

It was a simple sentace that instantly cooled down the blond. Instead of dropping the angered act, he scowled, "There's no point in lookin' for her."

Izuku, Ochaco, and Shoto were quick to question. Instead of answering with words, he pulled out his phone and showed them the text message he'd recieved from her. They were shocked and now even more confused.

"Where is she, though? Wouldn't she have found her way home by now?" Ochaco asked the small group of boys with a worried expression.

"She could be injured." Shoto assumed, adding more worry to the other's.