"What the fuck do you want." Shizuo emitted a low, warning growl. Banging his fists against the glass.
"Hi Shizu-chan! Miss me?" Izaya chirped, like he totally wasn't talking with a wild animal in prison.
"Talk. I don't want to add to my crimes because of a murdered flea." Shizuo barked.
"Come on, be a little more friendly! You hurt me quite bad you know." Izaya pouted.
"That's the only part I don't regret." Shizuo jeered.
"Oh, Shizu-chan! You're mean. I spent my time recovering trying to get you out! Be more grateful." Izaya muttered childishly.
"Do you mean, 'trying to get me out'? What are you planning?" Shizuo asked, suspicious of Izaya.
"I ran around gathering information and to gain connections from shady people. And, here, is the letter to your freedom." Izaya said, pushing a letter forward.
"Wha- what do fucking mean freedom? Tell me your true intentions, Izaya. You wouldn't do something unless there's no good in for you. And how did you get this so fast?" Shizuo leaned near the glass.
"Let's just say I work fast. Under normal circumstances, I would've gone here just to laugh at you, but now... it's a little different, isn't it?" Izaya
"You-you...what do want, flea?" Shizuo shouted, pounding on the glass as Izaya walked away.
"You're free. Shizu-chan." Izaya whispered.
"IZAAYYYAAAA!!!"
Next thing he knew, Shizuo was out the gates as a free man. How did it happen? He had no idea. What would he do now? He had no idea. He just knew, he had to find Izaya, and beat some answers out of him.
Back in school
"You still want to play hero? Give it up! You sided with a criminal, you have no quirk, you can never be a hero. Oh? And what's this?" Bakugou reached for a notebook.
"No! You...you can't see it!" Midoriya immediately leapt to take his notebook back.
"Hero analysis? You really are a nerd!" Bakugou put the notebook in between his hands and burnt it to a crisp and threw it away.
"And one more thing. Don't sign up to UA. Got it?" Bakugou added, putting his hand on Midoriya's shoulder, slowly burning his clothes.
Then he started to walk away.
"Hey!" Midoriya shouted.
"Huh?" Bakugou turned around, activating his quirk.
"I...I...want to save you!" Midoriya suddenly yelled.
Bakugou flinched and turned around and stomped to Midoriya. "What the fuck did you just say?"
Bakugou reached over and grabbed Midoriya's collar and lifted him up, choking him.
"I...I ju-just want to..."
"Whoa whoa, Bakugou! Calm down!" One of Bakugou's classmates tried to restrain him. Bakugou let go, leaving Midoriya to fall on the floor.
"I...want...to save you...Kacchan! You..." Midoriya spluttered.
"I what? Aren't you going to save me?" Bakugou mocked, kicking Midoriya lightly.
"I-I don't know..." Midoriya sobbed.
"You pick your words carefully the next time you see me, nerd." Bakugou finally calmed down and left.
Midoriya sat up. He backed down again. He was always too afraid.
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What was he saying... Weeks had gone by, but Midoriya's encounter with Shizuo was still clearly burnt in his memory.
Keep saving people, he said. But how? And moreover, what was he trying to save?
