Fallen angel

Chapter 9 - bad call

A/N Hello everyone! I just wanted to tell you... you are awesome and you matter. 

That's all. Enjoy the chapter! O:-)

  >  Katsuki Bakugou

Age: 18

BIRTH: April 20

GENDER: Male 

HEIGHT: 172 cm

HAIR COLOR: Ash Blonde

EYE COLOR: Red

BLOOD TYPE: A

QUIRK: ???

Izuku got a list of personal and biological information about Kacchan from the detective. The man, together with Aizawa talked to Kacchan's parents, and apparently, they don't know much about his son either.

Kacchan practically disappeared from their civil registration. It's like he never existed. Aizawa said the data must have been deleted, so the list is all they have.

"His birthday is coming soon." He mumbled under his nose, looking at the paper in his hands. Kacchan was sleeping peacefully next to him, nuzzling to Izuku's side, trying to get some warmth.

He felt guilty after that incident in the bathroom. Kacchan panicked and it was his fault, the blond was scared because Izuku let his emotions take control. That's unforgettable for a hero. 

He lifted his hand, caressing the blond's hair, and massaged the back of his skull.

It was late, he spent the better part of the night studying the paper, and his eyes were starting to burn. With a tired sigh, he laid next to Katsuki, pulling the boy closer, who grunted but didn't wake up.

Katsuki is such a cute name, but he wouldn’t use it, in case it triggers some bad memories.

Before he could close his eyes, and finally get some rest, his phone started buzzing. With a whine, he snatched the phone from the table next to his bed and answered whoever asshole was calling. 

"Midoriya Izuku? I apologize for the late call but we need to go through some things. Is Bakugou Katsuki with you?"

"Yes, but he is asleep. May I ask who is calling?"

He was irritated. Not only he couldn't sleep, but he was also talking to someone who knew about Kacchan.

"I'm the commander of underground investigations. And please, if you could, leave the boy alone. This is a bit private."

He looked down at Kacchan, feeling tension rise around him because of this call. He didn't want to leave the boy alone. His instincts were yelling at him that whatever the commander wanted to talk about would involve the other. 

With a lot of effort, he left the warmth of his sheets, walked to the next room, and sat on the couch with a heavy thud. "I'm alone."

"Excellent. Now... we have some interesting information about the boy you might want to know." His brows furrowed but he didn't say anything, waiting for the other t continue. Didn't the police already give him all the information today? 

"The boy, Bakugou Katsuki to be specific, was raised as a weapon..." Izuku grimaced. "We found data of experiments that were done on him. The person you have in your house is practically a Nomu."

His breath hitched. That had to be some kind of sick bullshit! "If you don't believe me, I can send the data to you. But now listen Mr. Midoriya, if that boy does one wrong step, he will be eliminated. I'm warning you."

Like Izuku would let that happen. He would make a plan or he would run away, even if that meant losing everything he ever worked on. 

"But! If the boy proves that he can behave, then he is more than welcomed in our society."

Izuku had to take a deep breath to calm himself down and not bark back. This was too much.

"I'm sure this is not the only reason why you called and yes, I want the data."

He heard a low chuckle on the other side of the phone and started to feel like the commander was messing with him.

"You are a very smart hero. I truly have another reason. The League is after the boy right now, they want him back and we can use it to our advantage. We plan to use Bakugou as bait and catch the villains."

Anger flashed through him as he listened to the other man's words. They wanted to use an innocent and abused boy for their sick game! 

"And what if that 'plan' doesn't work?!"

Izuku let his anger be known but still keep his volume down. The first thing he wanted to do was to wake up the blond.

"You are a smart hero. Think about it, we have a chance of catching one of the most wanted associations. A chance like that can't be left out."

"That still doesn't answer my question!"

"I'm sorry to say this but you have no word about this. Details will be sent to you eventually. Good night and thanks for your cooperation."

The call ended.

Izuku wanted to break down right there on the couch. He hated all those with power who thought they can do whatever they wanted.

Fuck! He threw the phone on the table and squeezed his eyes shut, letting out an exhausted huff. What the hell was he supposed to do now? Did Aizawa know about this?

His bedroom door opened with a squeak and when Izuku looked up, he was face to face with Kacchan who had a blanket around him that was too big so he dragged it on the floor.

His blond hair was a mess and his face screamed tiredness. But still, after all this shit that happened, after all of the problems they went through, the blond was able to smile at him.

Tears pricked at the corner of Izuku's eyes as he took in the beauty in front of him.

Kacchan's first smile!

It was a small smile, his teeth weren't showing. A smile like that would have a stunning effect on others.

With teary eyes, he pointed for the blond to come to him. Kacchan took small steps in his direction until he was in front of him and sat on his lap. "Is everything alright?" Kacchan asked him with a sweet tone.

Izuku nodded, hugging him. He felt the blanket being pulled around his shoulders, and he couldn't help but smile as Kacchan struggled to put it around him.

Kacchan is someone very special. Someone he wanted to share his future with. Those were his thoughts at the moment.

With his shaky hands, Izuku hugged him tighter. "Everything is alright when you are next to me Kacchan." His head settled on the smaller one's shoulder. 

Kacchan confusedly wrapped his own arms around him and let them stay like that for a while. Izuku let the tears fall just this once, he knew Kacchan won't judge him.

 All the pain, guilt, and anger washed away with each tear that dripped down his cheek. The release of all his bottled up emotion felt amazing.

"Izuku?" Kacchan whispered. He hummed, telling the blond he was listening. "Will you be my boyfriend? You said that a boyfriend is someone you want to stay with, and I want to stay with you."

He laughed at how cute Kacchan's thought was. How could he deny a request like that when he wanted it himself?

"First, you will have to talk with Uraraka about this. She will explain the meaning better, and after that, you can choose if you still want to be my boyfriend."