BLOOD BOMB

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Shouto was nervous, more so now than Anything. He was in the group doctor's office, waiting for the doctor to show up.

He knew who the doctor was, knew that he was referred to as Blood Bomb when doing deals with people outside of the organization. The albino was a monster, and no one but the Underground knew it.

Blood Bomb knew what he had to do to keep himself separated from his dealers. Usually sending his assistants in his place, none died so that ment he knew which one to send.

Blood Bomb was also Izuku's favorite, despite them both being co-leaders under Sensei's guidance and teaching. No, Izuku favored Blood Bomb because Blood Bomb only spoke when spoken to or when Blood Bomb deems it necessary. Blood Bomb usually ever talks to his assistants in a casual manner, his assistants are practically his children despite them all being either a few months or a few years younger than Blood Bomb himself.

Shouto gets out of his daze when the door opens. The albino before him looking at a board as he walks over to the desk chair. When he looks up, bright red eyes looked at him in a calculative manner.

"Todoroki," He says, his voice was hoarse but still strong enough to hear in the room, passed the constant buzzing of the air conditioner, and the nervous studders of his own heart thundering in his ears. "I checked up with my assistant, She says that you may be having trouble breathing. Is your chest in pain in even the most subtle way? "

He didn't speak, his chest did hurt, but he didn't want to be taken off the field. He needed to be on the field. So he lied.

"No, Bakugou," He says, voice wavering, he was never good at lying. "No pain. Just a mild ache. It'll pass by, surely?"

Bakugou looked at Shouto, empty red eyes that spoke more than the hoarse voice. The albino sets his stuff onto the desk chair and walks up to Shouto. He stiffened when he felt thin rubber gloves cup his face, forcing him to look at Bakugou. Thumbs brushing under Shouto's eyes, a warning of discipline if the obvious request.

Bakugou had a permanent baby face, no facial hair in sight. He had a slight bottom pout that was thin, with the upper lip thin, but not painfully so that the bottom lip looked swollen. There were fading finger shaped bruises along the side of his face, as will as small unnoticeable scars that ran along his hair lines.

Bakugou was the prettiest male in Organization, even Mineta would admit it. He was also the second most dangerous, that is a Fact Shouto can state. Second only to Izuku, the most feared person in Japan, probably even the whole world if he decided to expand.

"Your lying," Bakugou whispered, his eyes seemed to light up a bit, a feral smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "Jirou knows not to joke about something as little as a Chest Ache. If you're not careful of your next few words, you'll probably be used for something else instead of being taken off of the Field."

Shouto paused, heart studdering in his chest again. It hurt so much, and he knew that he will have to give the information up. He knew that his own time was running out, even the dumbest member of the Organization could tell he was floundering about now. He didn't want to be useless.

He wasn't ready to go yet.

"....." He opened his mouth before closing it back up, lips thinning as he looks away from Bakugou.

"Tell me, Todoroki," Bakugou whispered, hoarse voice softer and quieter now, forcing Shouto to strain his ear. "This is an Important part of keeping the Organization functional. If you don't say anything, you'll have lived  your use. We'll have to get rid of you after that. "

"My heart is dying, " Shouto says, making Bakugou back up slightly, the albino looked at Shouto carefully again. "My lungs will collapsing as well. My quirk is making it difficult for my organs.

"Introducing to much ice to the lungs and then rapidly replacing it with heat doesn't help, " Shouto says, he was rambling now, something he picked up from Izuku, he clutched the blankets of his bed. "Add to the fact that I've had my mother's heart condition sense I was born.... I... It's stopping me from serving the Organization."

" You can serve the Organization in other ways, Todoroki, " Bakugou says, writing down onto his clip board, though when Shouto looked closer he noticed it was a Tablet, something Yoayorozu made specifically for the science department, and for the heads of the sections to speak to each other. "It's why everyone is tested before they become members. It's difficult to do anything if everything is a Catch Twenty-Two. If you're injured, you stay out of field, if you have no physically visible disabilities you go in field. Luckily for you, you can still go in field, but you'll be doing things for me that won't require you to do heavy duty work."

Shouto was confused now, he was in Izuku's front line, he was a piece he used often. He wasn't sure how the greenette was going to take it, after all Izuku was quite violent if things go out of all his plans. Shouto was sure that Bakugou would be taking the brunt of Izuku's violence.

"But what about my role in Izuku's front lines?"  He asked, he had too, he didn't know what he'd have to do till he was able to go in the field again. "Surely Midoriya isn't going to let it go."

"I'll cross the bridge when I get there, Peppermint," Bakugou says, his professionalism disappearing as he sends his notes, obviously to Sensei who'll send it to Izuku. "Deku isn't allowed to kill me. I'm one of the main reasons why this group is still running with only sixty so people in it. It would be a shame if it all collapsed with in a night."

Shouto stayed quiet, he looked down at his knees. He was wearing shorts today, had to so that it was easier to feel his muscles and bones, the night before wasn't very kind. He saw Bakugou sit down in the desk chair, a tired sigh leaving the albino's lips.

"Don't you have others to check up on?" It was a simple question, he looked up to look at Bakugou in the eyes, he wavered a bit.

Empty red eyes came back. The slight fire he saw disappeared, replaced by eyes that had a flat color to it. Pale skin not helping at all with the eyes, leaving Bakugou looking like a walking corpse.

"You're the only one today," he answered, he gets up to leave. " Izuku noticed how you were deteriorating. He wanted to have a reason why. And I have found the answer. I want you to start packing, you'll be moved to my section two days from now."

Shouto stayed quiet, he knew this was final. That Bakugou's words were over for him at the moment, and that he'll stay silent to his pleas.

He got up as Bakugou left his room. It felt empty in here again, the dark contrast of his room against Bakugou's white frame was obvious while he was here. Now that he left, he felt like the light left him behind.

He felt heavy again.

((This is the first chapter of Blood Bomb. It's horrible, I know, but it'll be worth it.... I think???? I'm not sure, but what I am sure Is that this will be updated irregularly, so don't expect a consistent update. Uh....... Bye for now??? I hope you've enjoyed it?))