Howling Hell (kiribaku)

H O L Y S H I T-

As an apology, I'm doing two chapters at once-

I'm so sorry XD

The warning bell rang, so we all got up to head to class. In our favor, we weren't late.

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Bakugou's P.O.V.

If these dumbasses won't get off my damn case, then I'll just give Shitty Hair the same treatment. I growled under my breath, and the emo chick looked at me in pure terror. Glaring at her, I looked back at the board.

"Bakugou. Care to solve this problem?" The sleep deprived emo dude, looked directly at me. Standing with a huff, I looked at what he was currently doing. I grabbed the marker and solved it with ease, then sat back down. The teacher seemed surprised for a second, then just moved on with life.

The moment that class ended and we had five minutes of freedom, the one perverted dude with purple hair started harassing one chick with a ponytail. Can they be ANY FUCKING LOUDER?

"HEY BALLHEAD, TAKE A HINT AND FUCK OFF." I yelled at him. The entire class went silent, looking at me. Lighting a warning explosion, they quickly went back to what they were doing. All except the purple fucker, that is.

"Who are you, anyway? You just sit here and hate everything." I turned away from him, trying to tune him out. But he just kept fucking trying.

"Hey! I'm talking to you! No wonder no one likes you." I narrowed my eyes, smoke rising from my palms.

"The fuck was that, you midget?" I glared directly into his soul, the class silent once more as I stood up. 

He smirked, knowing this is what he wanted.

"Oh y'know. How you have no friends and whatnot." Growling, I picked him up by the collar of his shirt and socked him in the jaw. Anarchy broke out, and that was also the exact moment the teacher decided to walk in.

"KATSUKI BAKUGOU! RELEASE HIM THIS INSTANT!" A female voice shouted at me. Promptly flipping her off, I continued punching this purple-haired fuckboy.

At one point or another, Shitty Hair and the teacher tried to pry me off of him. Not this time- I thought to myself, until I blacked out.

When I came to, I was in the nurse's office with the purple dude on a bed next to mine. Damn, I fucked him up good. No amount of healing's gonna fix those scars.

Hopping out of the bed, I glanced in the mirror. Shit! My ears are showing! Quickly hiding them from sight, I walked into the hallway. Where in the absolute fuck am I...? I looked back and forth, but didn't recognize anything. I sniffed the air, and caught on the scent of Shitty Hair. It's faint. I must've been out for awhile. Following the scent, I was finally led outside of the building. Unexpectedly, the scent didn't lead to the dorms, and the other idiot's smells weren't with his.

What the hell...? Right about then my instincts kicked in, and my ears and tail showed for anyone to see. Crouching low while following the strengthening scent, I was led out of the school's grounds. He had the smart idea of going out the West gate, which hardly anyone uses and would give someone creepy fuckin' vibes. My ears flattened against my skull, and all of my senses were on high alert.

Something seemed... Off.

REALLY off.

Considering the setting Sun and pretty prominent scent of Shitty Hair in the area, I got the strong urge to find him as quickly as possible (or just skip that part) and high-tail outta here. Down the street was the most desolate part of town, and the smell of weed almost made me loose the scent entirely. After a couple of minutes I found it again, and the tip of my ear flicked at the noise of whimpering.

By this point I had two options: call the other idiots for backup, or just rush over to the noise guns blazing.

And in case you didn't know, instincts come first.

Making my way to the whimpers post-haste, there was the last thing I had expected to see.

Shitty Hair on the ground, practically beaten to death.

"KIRISHIMA!" I yelled, crouching down next to him. He was so weak, his ears and tail weren't hidden. I pulled out my phone, then called Tape Arms since he's the most sensible one.

"TAPE ARMS."

"Yo, man, what's wrong?"

"CALL A FUCKING AMBULANCE, I'M SENDING MY LOCATION."

"Wait, ambulance, what did Kaminari-"

"JUST FUCKING CALL ONE!" I ended the call, sending him my location. Looking back at Shitty Hair, I winced every time I saw a new wound.

"What the fuck happened to you...?" I asked, softer than I thought possible.

"T-they..." He started, but I shushed him.

"Just stay here and be quiet, okay?" He nodded, but I could tell he didn't want to. Standing up, I closed my eyes and tried to listen to everything around me. Most people were just minding their business, probably high, and there weren't any sirens.

After what felt like an eternity, which was probably only thirty seconds, I got panicky.

"Fucking Plain Face... Where are you?!" Turning back to Shitty Hair, I tried to think of something, ANYTHING, I could do. Has the bleeding stopped? He's still conscious. Do I talk to him? Should I move him? Oh shit he's moving-

"Hey, stay still damn it!" Crouching down again, I put my hand on his shoulder which only caused him to hiss in pain. Cursing under my breath, I decided to carefully pick up the redhead. Once I knew he was secured, I walked out onto the street. I finally took in my surroundings. Broken walls, graffiti, honestly. This place was a dump.

After fucking forever, I heard sirens. An ambulance pulled onto the street, and the rest of the gang hopped out along with doctors.

"Please, sir, let go of-"

"FUCK OFF! I'LL CARRY HIM!" I snapped at them. Marching into the vehicle, my friends crowded around the broken boy in my arms.

"Will he be okay?"

"What happened?"

"Why is he HERE of all places?"

"Poor guy, look at him!"

"GIVE ME SOME ROOM, FUCKERS!" At the sound of my yelling, they backed up a couple steps. They're as frightened as I am... But why don't these doctors care about two werewolves that they found in the middle of town?

"I see that look on your face. Don't worry, we'll keep your secret safe. You aren't the first ones." One of the doctors said to me. That's comforting... But one of the greatest people on Earth is dying in my arms.

The drive to the hospital felt like time had slowed to a crawl, and I literally fought staff in order to be in the operating room. The other three waited outside, not afraid to show they were werewolves too. Pinky was hugging herself, while Pikachu and his boyfriend wouldn't let go of each other even if they would win the lottery.

You better come out okay, you little shit...

Nothing like a little bit of angst, right?

Poor kiri.

Now I feel bad.

Anyway, who could've possibly have done this to him?

Gotta wait and see~

Byeeeeeee~