My Hero Father

Bad Ideas

Class 1-A was rooming with Class 1-B along with the other pro-villains. They had taken a heavy blow. They'd lost Toru, Shoto, Hitoshi... and of course, Mr. Aizawa.

The villains talked frequently about what to do but they didn't have many options. No matter what way they looked at it, the kids of Class 1-A would have to be split up.  There were too many kids and not enough supplies. Safe houses were handpicked and with a heavy heart preparations were made.

One night, two days after the attack, someone knocked on the door of the room they were discussing in. The pro-villains looked up from the table they were sitting around.

"Hello?" Nezu asked.

The door was thrown open and Katsuki strode in, steaming.

"Bakugo-" Nezu began.

"The fuck are we waiting around for!?" Katsuki demanded.

"Kid - "Snipe began.

"What are we doing hiding out here, we need to get out there and beat the crap out of those heroes for - " Katsuki growled.

"It's not that simple Bakugo," Midnight soothed.

"Bullshit," Katsuki snapped, "Those villains took - " he caught himself swallowed the lump in his throat and eyed all of the pro villains with disgust, "They did this to us, we can't stand by and - "

"Bakugo!" Snipe yelled.

"Calm down, he has a right to be angered," Nezu soothed Snipe.

There was another knock, the door opened slowly and Izuku peered in.

"Ah, Midoriya, is there something we can help you with?" Nezu asked. Katsuki looked back at Izuku and sneered as the greenette walked in.

"What's wrong?" Yamada asked.

"I was wondering," Izuku began, his bottom lip was trembling, he looked up his eyes hard and determined, "I was wondering when action will be taken to rescue Mr. Aizawa."

A silence descended on the room. All Might wasn't present, he was still busy elsewhere in the country and likely didn't even know about what had happened.

"Well, you see -" Nezu began.

"They're not," Katsuki growled. Izuku didn't look shocked. "They're wondering what the hell to do with us. They've already given up on him!"

"Bakugo, you know that's not true!" Nemuri objected.

"It ain't like that!" Yamada added.

Izuku's fists were shaking. As the silence in the room grew everyone looked down.

"Look, Izu," Yamada said, his voice abnormally quiet and soft, "Eraser wouldn't want us to risk it like that to go save him, and by now the students are most likely dead."

"Trust us, Izuku," Nemuri agreed. "Aizawa was our friend and it hurts us to tell you this-"

"No," Izuku interrupted his voice shaking, "I understand... I just... I ..."

"Bastards," Katsuki growled, "Fucking weaklings... no wonder the heroes have gotten so far!"

"Bakugo," Snipe warned.

"SHUT UP!" Katsuki roared his voice cracking. "DAMMIT!"

Izuku slowly turned and walked out of the room, shutting the door softly behind him. Katsuki stood there for a few minutes then turned, stomped out, threw the door open, and slammed it shut behind him, trying to hide the tears of anger which were threatening to burst.