Imprisoned Together (KiriBakuDeku AU) ✔️

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The air. It was suffocating. He couldn't stand it, and he needed fresh oxygen. He needed to breathe.

His heart was pounding, and everything hurt. His throat, his stomach, his soul.

And no matter how much air he struggled to intake, it always found a way to escape him, leaving him breathless once again. His ears rang, and the racing organ that was rapidly pumping blood throughout his body rose above said ringing.

Dragging his feet across the ground, clutching his scarlet-stained belly, Izuku looked for something, anything to help him-

But there was nothing.

Buildings were toppling over and on fire; crashed cars blocking the roadways as fear-stricken drivers climbed out of them and went berserk. Rubble and shrapnel was scattered about everywhere, and there was no sign of anything, or anyone, for that matter, that could help Izuku.

Crying out when he stepped on his sprained ankle too much, Izuku stumbled and fell on his face; sharp prices of rock and metal embedding themselves into his skin.

Taking his sweet time getting up, Izuku gingerly considered his ankle and tummy, shifting as best as he could so as not to cause unnecessary pain for himself.

Once he had gotten up and had found the energy to continue forward, no one was in the street he was in any longer, screams and screeches sounding from the distance startling Izuku only momentarily.

Walking as fast as he could, which was unbearably slow, Izuku limped his way through the streets; stepping over charred and/or completely unrecognizable bodies and huge chunks of cement with the opposite of the utmost grace.

A frantic blonde woman in a ripped business suit scrambled up to Izuku, grabbing onto his right arm with urgency.

"Hey kid! Can you help me?! I lost my daughter when the city...fucking exploded- can you help me find her?!" she asked if the green-haired teen desperately, her eyes as wide as saucers.

Feeling the need to help her as a reflex, Izuku opened his mouth to say yes-

And he found that he couldn't. For some odd reason, his gut was telling him not to help her. It wasn't because he suspected her of trying to trap or kidnap him or anything.

No, his conscious mind was just telling him straight up not to help her...because he wasn't fit to. That through deeply disturbed Izuku, however, becuase he had made it a habit for him to help people now matter his circumstance.

'You are literally bleeding out and I'm the verge of a panic attack. How in the actual hell will you be able to help this woman?! Turn her away! But explain why so she doesn't become more hysterical,' he reasoned with himself.

Shaking his head internally, Izuku prepared himself for what he was about to say. He couldn't believe what he was about to do. He was going to turn someone in need away...because he was also in need.

"I'm so sorry, Miss, but I am just not in the shape to help you find your daughter."

^^^^^^^^^

*10 minutes prior*

"No sir, I'm sorry sir...yes, I am on my way to my apartment, so once I get there, I will be sure to contact you about my schedule.....yessir, talk to you later, sir," Izuku conversed with his superior as he drove. Once he had hung up, Izuku set his phone in the cup holder angrily and changed lanes.

"Fuckin' prick," he said under his breath, looking back and forth so that he could change lanes once again.

He had been in the highway for a few minutes by then, only being about 2 miles away from his complex where he was on said interstate.