˗ˏˋ 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 ᵇᵃᵏᵘᵏᵃᵐⁱ

0 • 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙪𝙚

10.11.19

don't hurt me.

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Bakugo couldn't register what was happening. The sudden falter in the whole building's power sent the whole place murmuring in surprise, plunging the white walls into darkness for a split second before the fixtures struggled back to light again.

"What was that?" Sero's voice piped up right next to Bakugo's ear making the explosive boy swat the other away, realising he'd stood up from slouching in the cheap plastic seat they were forced to wait in.

Electricity seemed to pulse for only a moment, just a moment before the lights buzzed back on, but Bakugo couldn't help let his heart lurch at a sudden panicked pace, having a gut feeling deep down that that wasn't just some sudden black-out.

"Tape Elbows! Follow me," he grumbled, moving at his own accord without waiting for the other's response nor the nurses to come tell him to sit back down.

He knew that pulse, that sudden crackle of power, that electricity. And he won't sit around just to let it go haywire again, not on his watch.

'Kaminari.'

Bakugo heard the startled sounds of people in the distance. The lights solidly turned back on after that, white everywhere again, ruckus only getting more strenuous when he turned into the patient's room, hoping it wasn't what he thought it was.

"...What the fuck?"

Bakugo held his ground in the doorway, a hand gripping the doorframe even when Hanta bumped into his back, sidling around his body to have a look through the gap.

The door that should've been closed had already been busted open, letting Bakugo have a look at the scene.

"Kirishima! Where's Denki?" Sero rushed ahead, bold of him to duck under Bakugo's arm, but Bakugo was in too much of a shock right now to react as brazenly as he always did.

The patient's bed where Denki should be lying in...it was empty.

"Ah, Denki woke up and kinda freaked- no, he fully panicked and fled. Good thing it was me though, or else he would've actually hurt someone."

"Hurt...hurt someone? Oi, Shitty Hair what the fuck happened?" Bakugo shouldered his way through the panicking nurses in the room to approach the other whose thick skin was still activated.

The man was still holding his arms up in that iconic defensive stance, his fingers all sharp and pointed, skin like hardened wood in his 'manly' demeanour yet Bakugo could tell Kirishima was shaken by something.

The red-head's skin softened along with his widened eyes, shaking off his nerves and taking a conspicuous look at his left arm, checking it over as if his skin was suddenly destructible.

"It was so fast I couldn't comprehend what was happening. He grabbed a scalpel and tried to cut me before running out of the room." Kirishima explained, his eyes worriedly darting all over the place and to the doorway where he could still see panic ensuing from outside the hospital room.

For once in Bakugo's life he was grateful for Kirishima's fast reflexes and quirk. Yeah it was extremely fortunate that it was the red-head instead of some defenceless nurse. That pikachu attacking someone? One of Kaminari's closest friends out of all people? The person that offered to stay by him until he woke? Not possible.

But evidently, Shitty Head had gotten swung at by a sharp object, wielded by the one person who would never dare hurt anyone, not even with his own quirk.

"Oh no. This is bad," Sero grabbed at his hair, stress seeming to seep in.

The black-haired male checked over Kirishima's arm even though he knew nothing could get under the hard boy's skin. Bakugo clenched his fists, mind racing.

'If that pikachu is on the loose right now he could actually hurt someone this time.'

"Shit. Let's go find him." Once again he didn't wait for anyone's permission, he knew this was urgent. He can't let others hold him back again.

'Kaminari's not the fucking traitor. That dunce face would never turn on us. On U.A. On his friends.

On me.'

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