Switched

chapter 4

Kurogiri," All for One says, smiling slightly as he straightens up and turns away from the monitor. "Glad you could make it."

"Of course," Kurogiri greets him, bowing. "May I inquire as to what this is about?"

He chuckles, smile widening. "Why, it's about Tomura… I'd like to continue the discussion on his future that we had started a few days ago. Today's meeting was quite… enlightening, after all…"

Shoving upon the doors, Tomura takes a deep breath of freedom as he escapes from the suffocating shit show of a school that is U.A.. He hesitates outside of the school gates only because All Might had said he had wanted to talk earlier, but the so called Symbol of Peace is nowhere to be found at this hour, and dammit, Tomura is tired. There's only so much of this crap he can take in a day.

Or maybe not, because he can hear the doors slam open behind him and angry footsteps slap the ground in pursuit. "Oi, Deku!" A voice snaps, and Tomura barely manages to withhold some colorful expletives.

He is not in the mood, and it is time someone took the fucking hint already. He speeds up, not deigning to answer Bakugou as he tries to leave. His pointed silence doesn't seem to deter the angry teenager, however, as Bakugou skids in front of Tomura and pointedly plants himself right in front of him.

This kid was seriously trying his patience. "What could it possibly be," he demands coldly, green eyes narrowing into slits. "That's so damn important. I'm leaving right now. Save it for later."

"No! What the hell," Bakugou snarls, shoulders tense and lips pulling back into a snarl. "You've been acting weird all damn day and you won't even stop running away for one fucking minute-" and as he yells this, a hand clamps down on Tomura's shoulder and yanks him forwards. The hand slightly burns, small sparks dancing over Tomura's clothes, and suddenly all he can focus on is the unwanted contact.

It's like all Tomura can see is static for a moment, a ringing sensation clanging in his head and drowning out any other thoughts as a wave of slight dizziness washes over him. Before he registers what he's doing, his hand darts out and clamps down on Bakugou's throat, his grip tightening. It's like he's standing on a ship on a foggy morning, the floor slightly lurching out from under him as he struggles to see what's right in front of his face. He can't move. For a brief moment, so brief he swears he imagined it, he can picture his father in Bakugou's place, squirming helplessly in his grip, and then the image fractures into thirteen others, fearful and familiar eyes looking at Tomura and no he didn't mean to but he did and he's sorry but he isn't- but that's such a ridiculous thought that Tomura snaps out of it and manages to focus on the present again.

Red eyes widen before meeting Tomura's own, the angry furrow of Bakugou's brow vanishing for a split second as his eyes widen with fear as he chokes. It's only for that split second though, as that familiar anger crashes back down onto Bakugou's face with a force, his hands grabbing at Tomura's own. Heat sparks against his arm, a warning, and Tomura remembers himself just in time to release. No, he has other plans for Bakugou. He can't kill him here. This one is still useful.

Bakugou coughs, rubbing his throat, but his eyes never leave Tomura's. "You asshole," he spits. He shoves Tomura away, hands brought up to his chest in a loose attack stance. "You wanna fucking go, huh?"

"You surprised me," Tomura petulantly retorts, shaking out his hands as he struggles to regain control over his sudden erratic breathing. What the hell. That was not usual, not usual at all. Was it a glitch? He wasn't wearing his family, he shouldn't feel this anger, not without the clarity the familiar hands brought with it. "You shouldn't do that, Bakugou."