BLOOD BOMB

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Bakugou was glaring at Izuku's eyes, unwavering and cold. The Greenette felt disgusted from being looked at by the albino.

"He has to step down," Bakugou says, his voice was monotone and husky, Izuku was far to used to his louder companions that he had to strain just to hear the scrawny man before him. "If you strain him with anything that needs physical strength, it will not only slow you down, but he'll be caught and interrogated by the police and hero's."

Izuku felt anger course through him, but he didn't want to make any movement towards the Albino before him. He may be Sensei's favorite, but the Albino was the one Sensei needed to gather information he could not reach, and items he can not go out for. The desire to hold the albino's face and crush it was tempting, but his mind was needed.

"Why is it that he needs to be taken from the front, Kacchan," He says, smiling sweetly down towards the blonde.

"Because he-"

He went to bruise him instead when the Albino opened his started to speak. Cutting him off as he went stiff. The Greenette's palm was over his mouth, his fingers digging painfully into Bakugou's cheeks. His eyes narrowed in pain, a growl rattling his chest as he looks up.

Izuku enjoyed this, the sight of who was once his bully from childhood, be so frail and compliant despite the pain. It made his heart ache in that familiar way it did back then, when Bakugou was prideful infront of everyone but still fell into the whims of his mother's orders. Bakugou was empty, more so empty than Izuku ever felt, the Albino had nothing to live for himself, but he'd do anything if it means he can tend to his Assistants and the few children he found on the streets.

"Do you need more help in the lab?" He asked quietly, empty eyes looked at his flat green eyes, Bakugou shook his head no. "Will he still do things for me then? As long as it doesn't strain his body? "

Bakugou nods, though it was difficult with the vice grips around his mouth. His empty eyes lit up with fire behind it, they weren't like glass anymore. They were bright, just like when they were kids, when Izuku was on the receiving side of this treatment. But it died out just as quickly, the albino's hands hanging limp on his sides, one gripping his tablet.

The excitement at the fire died, making Izuku growl lowly. He lets go of Bakugou's face, forcing it to turn to the side harshly. Red finger marks could already be seen.

"More information on Eri," He says, it was a command. "She's our Insider. She's to give you daily updates through that stupid fucking duck toy you had Kirishima give her."

"The School's security is tight," Bakugou says, tapping at his tablet slowly before a hologram reflection of his screen appeared infront of him. "Heat sensors. Night visioned cameras. Touch Sensitive security traps. You know... The usual in these sorts of places. "

"With heros. " Izuku says, sitting down on his own, more worn out, desk chair.

"With heros," Bakugou confirmed, nodding his head slightly. "They also have both of our personal favorite hero. Eri is being cared for by the one that goes by 'Eraser Head', they're a teacher at this school. Then there is another teacher that goes by .... Huh.... All Might, he is a teacher there."

"I'm aware of that... How is it that you don't, Kacchan," Izuku asks, tilting forward to look at Bakugou more closely. "You haven't been sleeping, Kacchan."

Bakugou looks up, his eyes are empty and the bags are more prominent now that Izuku is paying attention. His skin was more paste then usual, more sickly. He got sick, was a simple conclusion for Izuku, as the albino before him always fights moments like these by over working himself.