Hot-headed Love (Katsuki Bakugou x OC) *UNDERGOING EDITING*

Chapter Thirty-Three

this fic supports the theorized idea that dabi is a todoroki btw 😁

"Let's go!"

They stormed into the room, kicking away Twice's body. All the villains were in the room. Kurogiri and Shigaraki were at the bar, and the rest were scattered around. Lena was no where in sight, neither was Ayatu.

By the time Dabi finished showering, the League had almost entirely grouped back up at the hideout, throwing Lena's plans to escape down the drain.

They wrecked havoc fighting. The Heroes had no interest in them, but the villains refused to let them go any further than the room. Aizawa cancelled as many quirks as he could and started fighting Shigaraki. Endeavor covered for Todoroki and he ran off through the maze hallways.

Checking every room while shouting her name. He blocked the hallway entrance with his ice, so most wont be able to follow him through. He ran up and down the hallways and staircases but couldn't find her. He was starting to think they took her out. There was no way they knew that they were coming though, so it would just be unlucky if Lena was out of the building.

He ran, checking every room and then blocking the door with ice. He arrived at Dabi and Lena's room. Looking around briefly, a red book caught his eyes. After debating whether or not to look at it, he chose to and opened it up.

Inside was many drawings. He recognized the art style immediately as Lena's. "Lena?!" He cried out. Flipping through the pages, he found many pieces that reflected how she was feeling. Lost, scared, helpless. He knows art is her number one way to express her feelings. Art and writing are her main outlets, and seeing all those beautifully executed drawings of her emotions, only fuelled him more.

He covered the entrance back into the room with ice and continued on a different floor, checking every one before running down the next set of stairs.

It was seemingly the basement. The last floor and his last hope. Kicking open the door, hope was igniting in him. The only thing is that the last floor is huge. He ran around aimlessly, but the room was dark. He let fire rise on his hand continued searching with his light.

He yelled her name, but this time, he got an answer.

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Lena, hearing more and more people, grew more and more agitated and anxious. Did they know she wanted to escape? And that she only could in the washroom? There's surveillance everywhere else.

It was only when she heard a knock, and then a crash when her heart leaped into her throat. Dabi, who was currently seated on the bed with her, jumped as well.

She was being saved. Someone was here for her. Multiple people were here for her.

Dabi came to the same conclusion as she did. He cursed, before roughly grabbing Lena's arm and dragging her out the room.

She tried pulling away. Groaning, he turned around, his strength dominating hers, his fiery grip burning into her skin. The sensation she's only ever received from Ayatu shocked her. She didn't know Dabi had the strength.

He stabbed a needle into her bicep. "You won't be able to use your quirk now." He mumbled, all while they still ran.

"I thought you were on my side! What the fuck!" She cried out, trying to rely on her personal strength to wiggle her way out of his grip. Even with her adrenaline running high, he was so much taller and stronger than her and she was hopeless.

"You think I want to do this?" His voice cracked.

She didn't know where he was bringing her. Her vision was blurred by tears, her mind going over the fact that even when they try to save her, she'll always be Ayatu's.