bakugo x deku lemon

we are finding him.

(authors note: okay I hate myself for not writing ive been sick as a mother trucker lmao. also homework is a bitch! ALL THIS STRESS I A M S O R R Y!!!!! also my U key on my keyboard was being a bitch so if you see any mistakes please tell me so I can fix it. anyways enjoys uwu I am suffering!)

bakugo pov (obviously)

"get your ass in here kirishima" I yell breathless as I was previously running down the stairs to answer the door.

"aha I wonder why you're so clinged to me right now?"

"shut up I see you as an equal and I need your help to find my deku!"

"okay okay! calm your bakutiddies"

"hmph"

"so! should we start questioning more students?"

"no. just a waste of time to get suspicious with people we know we can trust."

"ughhhh this is so hard."

"stop complaining. I'm filing a report for a missing person right now."  (I don't know how you do that because I'm a sinful fetus who goes to school to learn shit I don't need so they are doing it online)

"they need a picture bakugo do you have any?"

I stop what I'm doing as an adorable picture of deku pops into my mind. phone...

"y-yeah I do. i'll send it to the computer via email" 

I open my phone and press gallery. there it is... my eyes immediately well up. goddamnit I look so weak right now.

"hey bakugo... it'll be alright"

"shut up don't talk to me like I'm some sort of weakling!"

"o-okay?"

"god."

I send the picture into the computer and send it to the police. 

"they have everything. they better help me find him."

"I think the heroes should be informed that one of their students is missing. that way they can handle it if it was an act of villains!"

"and make us look like we aren't cut out to be heroes? and let the adults handle it?? we'll be looked down upon!"

"but we need all the help we can receive! you want to find midoriya right?"

"y-yeah..."

"yay!  i'll call aizawa sensei first, he is our teacher after all."

"hmph"

kirishima walks away with the phone. his voice fading as he leaves the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts. a sigh leaves my mouth as a look at my hands fidgeting around. it pisses me off to think about who took him from me. It makes me nervous to think about what condition he is.  I'm not there to protect him. he must be so scared...