Don't let go/ bakudeku

1- jump

Bakugos pov:
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Run

I can't move

Run you fucking dumbass, save him

I can't move, fuck, I can't move

Run

"Shit" I said as I dropped the letter, not caring where it landed or who saw it. I just ran out my room, down the stairs and out the door. Despise my parents words I still ran, not giving a fuck about who I bumped in the way. Jumping and running across streets trying to find him. Soon enough I was on full speed trying to get there as fast as possible

"Shitty deku" I whispered again, making a sharp turn, trying to find where he had gone to. I had a good idea but if I'm wrong he's dead, he can't be dead, and especially not thanks to me. Another sharp turn came, me going along side of it as people moved out of the way on their own. The place I was getting to started to appear with less and less people, the place looking almost peaceful. The abandoned buildings around it making it look post apocalyptic.

"Goddamit" i sweared under my breath as I reached the building, it was still very abandoned, and very dark as the sun started to set. I looked up, twelve fucking floors, no time to fucking stall. I went inside the same way we did when we were younger, and started running up the stairs. My sweaty hands helping me set some explosions off and getting me there faster. I was hopping, begging it wasn't too fucking late to save him.

One more, one more fucking floor, I thought to myself. I kept running up the stairs, anticipation building into my gut. But when I finally reached the door it seemed that my body had stopped working, all my limbs froze and a cold chill tan down my spine. The same reasonable voice was heard on my voice again.

Open the shitty door

"Right" I whispered to myself as I turned the knob and went outside, scanning around for him. The place looked y touched, frozen in time, the drawings alongside of the walls were still there. Our parents never knew about our great escape to this place, they would think it's too fucking dangerous for little kids, but not once did we go over the edge.

I turned around my spot on the roof, no sign of deku. I kept looking a bit around before I spotted those red shoes and yellow backpack. I had never been more happy to see those shitty shoes. I slowly walked towards them, not once taking my eyes off of them, deku was not around, was I to late? No it couldn't be, I would have found something on the first floor. I felt my eyes starting to water, I aggressively wiped them as I touched the shoes, looking at them closely.

"Katsuki?" A small fragile voice was heard from behind me, I turned around just to find him, he still had his school uniform on. I immediately became more angry, quickly standing up and running towards him, he immediately cowered, protecting his face from whatever may had come. I grabbed the front of his shirt, small tears running down my cheeks.

"WHAT THE HELL ASSHOLE" I screamed at him as I shook him a bit. He looked at me with wide eyes, as if he wasn't expecting me to be here, but then who would? For the way I had treated deku nobody would expect me, of all people to stop him from killing him self. He didn't say anything, face turned away from mine, looking religiously at the ground.

"Well?" I asked again, my knuckles turning white from the amount of strength I was putting into them. He didn't say anything else, just went limp, a small sob coming from him. My fear started turning into rage, and when he didn't speak up I got even angrier. I threw him onto the floor, towering over him, he didn't make an effort to move away.

"Didn't the letter say it all?" He whispered at me, I froze once again on my spot, I didn't even finish it. To be honest I wasn't even going to open it, but that same voice I had heard through my way here told me to do so, and I'm really glad it did. I looked at him in disbelief, a few explosions being blown from my hands in a warning manner.