thing I'm working on

Scene that won't leave me be

“I'm sorry I've been so selfish, but...I just...I just CAN'T, I can't do what you want me to do, I can't be what you want me to be. You...You can leave, I won't bother you again by Calling you, I know you have more important things to do.” Blank swallowed around the massive lump in his throat, vision hazy from the tears that for once, for ONCE in his life he refused to let fall, at least until he was alone.

He could hear the near constant popping that was Bakugo at his most irritated, the low growling as he tried to form a proper response before things went quiet and he heard a quiet “Tch.” And then, a quiet clink as the Hero in Training faded to nothing, leaving a pair of grenade earrings behind on the ground. Blank took a deep breath and shuddered out an exhale. It was done and for the best. He should have known it was too good to last, but at least now things would go back to normal.

He took the couple of steps and scooped up the earrings, shoving them in his pocket. He wasn't about to let anyone ELSE get their hands on such a priceless keepsake, not without being damn sure that they DESERVED them. That much, at least, he could do for his hero.

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Blank was going to die. Looking into the crazed eyes of his assailant, he knew this without a doubt as he pressed himself against the cold brick wall. Slowly, Enemy strolled down the hallway. There was no hurry, since there was nowhere for Blank to run except straight past Enemy.

A slow smile creeps onto their face, “Now, as much as your terrified expression DELIGHTS me, you HAVE to know that it's not truly necessary. Just hand over those pretty little baubels, and I'm under orders to leave you be. Of course, if you DON'T….” Enemy trails off, smile growing to something grotesque, leaving Blank’s imagination to fill in the rest.

His fingers convulsively closed around the earrings still in his pocket. He never wore them anymore, but he kept them on him at all times. A good luck charm, and a reminder of the day he swore to change himself, that was all. Six months had passed and he had managed to skirt around the Battles and not ONCE had he thought the Hero’s name while touching them. After a whole six months, his luck had finally run out.

His mind was racing, he was certain HE was going to die, but he'd walk into Hell gladly before he turned over his Hero to whatever sick plans the Enemy had for him. 'Think Blank, for once in your useless, pathetic life, THINK.’

He was abruptly brought out of his musings by Enemy clicking their tongue, “Guess we get to do this the fun way. Oh I WAS so hoping for that.” Before lunging forward, weapon at the ready as Blank made out joyous bloodlust in their eyes.

He felt oddly calm, now so utterly defeated, eyes closing to try and close out what was about to happen, thinking quietly, 'I couldn't even keep one thing precious to me safe, I'm sorry Katsuki…’

Even as he realized what he'd unintentionally done, an explosion rocked the area, which just barely drowned out an almost maniacal laugh just in front of him. He opened his eyes to find a familiar blonde-haired back in front of him, arms raised and smoke filling the area along with the unmistakable scent of vanilla. He slid down the wall, his knees giving out even as the face he swore he'd never look at again glanced over his shoulder and fixed him with a well-known glare, “Hey shitlord, you and I are gonna have fuckin’ words after I take care of this fuck face.”

Blank could only nod dumbly, gulping hard as Bakugo’s attention shifted back to the hazy corridor, looking for the idiot that had thought to make HIS Partner their prey. [Possible battle happens]

Any celebrating Blank had been about to do stopped immediately after Bakugo spun on his heel, still panting from exertion, and pinned him with another glare. Blank's face went white, and any feeling he'd regained in his legs promptly left again as the Exploding Hero in Training stalked up to him through the rubble, “W...Wait! I...I'm sorry! I...I didn't MEAN to Call you, I swear! It just slipped…”

“Shut the fuck up, shitlord! What the FUCK took you so fucking long! Another half a second and you woulda been fucking loser shishkabob! Damnit do you have any idea how fast I had to Come?!”

“I...I'm sorry! I w... won't ever...w...wait...you...WANTED me to Call you?”

Bakugo spit to the side, grunting a bit, “Of fucking course, shit for brains. I didn't think you were SERIOUS about never Calling me again, and I...I don't do good with those...feely things. I needed to talk to Shitty Hair to get my head on straight.”

Bakugo growls a bit as Blank just stares up at him dumbfounded, unsure that he was even capable of sentient thought, nevermind an adequate response to the blond’s statements. After a few moments of awkward silence, Bakugo turns and roughly sits on the ground near Blank, running a hand through his messy hair,

“Look. I've never...been good at words. But, you aren't a waste of space, and you aren't COMPLETELY useless. You're MY Partner. MY connection to...whatever the hell is going on here. If you feel like I'm everything you WANNA be but AREN'T, Shitty hair pointed out that all I gotta do is pull you up to my level, by your nose if that's what I gotta do.” He glances over at Blank, who looked about ready to cry, before quickly looking away again,

“Tch, whatever. If you thought I was a pain in the ass BEFORE, you ain't seen nothin’ yet shitlord. I'm not stoppin’ til you're everything you ever thought you couldn't be, GOT IT!” He growled out, glaring at the slightly younger boy, before standing up, then turning and offering a hand to Blank, “Come on, we ain't gonna get anything done sittin around here like two shits on a log.”