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“You’ll be patrolling downtown tonight, Bakugou.”
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Bakugou looked at the horizon. It was partially obscured by the buildings around him but nothing was tall enough to block his view. Warm sun slowly sank behind the horizon as fluffy white clouds drifted across the sky; a slight breeze ruffled nearby bushes and sent trash rolling down the deserted streets.
“Nothing happens around here except for petty muggings and crap,” Bakugou complained under his breath as he walked down the street. The broken windows on houses and peeling paint of apartments just irritated him more. “What a shit hole,” he muttered.
Bakugou absently straitened his hero mask and scanned for any villain activity, he could hear drunken laughter somewhere behind him but finding nothing else of interest, he continued on his patrol. It wasn’t his usual patrol area but with the teaming up of his work study with another agency that’s where he found himself. He let the irritation of who he’d been teamed with simmer in his veins.
A tall wall surrounding an apartment building took up space on Bakugou’s right while the dingy street was laid out to his left. He rounded the corner, still looking down the street and felt something collide with his chest. Irritated he looked down to see a young blonde woman already bent over retrieving her armful of groceries.
“Watch where you’re going!” Bakugou yelled and the woman flinched. Stepping around the woman he marched down the sidewalk and checked the time. Six-thirty. “A half hour left. Plenty of time to make another round.” Hopefully a villain shows up before I have to go back to UA.
Down the street, coming out of an alley, he saw unmistakable green hair and his irritation intensified. “Hey, Kacchan!” Midoriya waved and made his way closer, “Seen any villains yet?”
“Shut up, you damn nerd!” Bakugou turned away, heading up the street and Midoriya fell into step beside him. “Go away!” Bakugou shouted.
“But Kacchan, we’re supposed to be patrolling together!” Midoriya said, clenching his fists while his eyes widened.
“I don’t care, Deku! Stay away from me!” Activating his quirk, Bakugou exploded above the rooftops, each blast taking him closer to the beginning of his patrol loop across town.
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Bakugou glared at nothing in particular. Twilight had begun to fall as he made his way through the end of his patrol. Stupid Deku, Bakugou thought, I could have patrolled this whole area solo, I didn’t need that idiot here, too.
Rounding a corner he noticed something odd. Aren’t those the groceries that woman dropped? Sitting on the sidewalk was a small bag, spilling a few vegetables and packages. What the hell? He walked over and leaned down to examine them when he heard several men laughing close by.
Leaving the bag on the ground Bakugou approached an alley on the other corner of the apartments. The closer he got, the louder the men became.
“Hurry up man, I want a turn,” said a high, whining voice.
“Shut up, you’ll get one when I’m done.” Then he chuckled. This one was deeper, with an arrogant quality to it. Another man laughed along with the second.
So at least three men, maybe more.
Bakugou could hear a soft sound, like shifting fabric, but constant. Hoping for a villain, he tilted his head around the edge of the alley, getting a quick look at what they were doing. He meant to only peak out for a second, but what he saw made him freeze in horror.
His first startled though was: I guess this is why she didn’t pick up her groceries, but that thought was quickly eclipsed with rage.
Lying on the filthy ground was the blonde woman from before, one eye swollen shut and blood covering half her face. A tall man with short black hair and a snake tattoo curling around his right eye was kneeling between her legs, moving steadily, his left hand wrapped around her throat. Holding the woman’s hands above her head was a smaller rat-like man with stringy medium length brown hair. Slightly to the right and closest to Bakugou was the third and final man; he was large, heavily muscled, with buzzed hair, dark is color.
Taking all this in took Bakugou only seconds. With a growl he shot forward, a giant explosion rocketing behind him. The closer he got to the men, the angrier he became until his rage was a white hot, uncontrollable inferno inside him.
Looks like a boss, a minion and a bodyguard.
“Get ready to die assholes!” Bakugou yelled, blasting his right hand toward the bodyguard to distract him while aiming a powerful kick at the boss. Billowing jets of steam suddenly blocked his view and made him leap backwards; right into the bodyguard.
Bakugou grimaced. That rat-faced bastard’s quirk has something to do with steam, or water maybe?
Strong arms wrapped around Bakugou, pinning his arms to his sides. “That’s not going to work on me you goddamned extras!” Flexing his hands into claws, Bakugou sent a huge blast straight down, blowing the bodyguard aside and shooting him up above the cloud of steam. At the end of the alley he saw the boss disappear around the stone.
Shit, he’s getting away!
Just as he was going to blast forward to follow, a vice-like pressure encircled his waist. Looking down revealed the bodyguards arm, stretched to an impossible length, enclosed around his hips.
So at least two of these assholes have quirks… guess I found some villains after all.
Bakugou immediately grabbed the arm with his left hand and directed a blast into the rubbery flesh. While lifting his right hand and pointing it at the bodyguards head Bakugou yelled “AP shot!” Concentrated, bullet-like blasts raced toward the villain’s face. The bodyguard pulled his arm back to try and block the explosions from tearing him apart.
Blood spurted from the bodyguard’s arms and shoulders as the blast tore through him. Footsteps alerted Bakugou as the rat-faced villain rushed him from the quickly dissipating cloud of steam with a knife raised above his head. Too slow. Bakugou shot forward to intercept rat-face, palming his face and releasing a devastating blast straight to his head. The rat-faced villain dropped to the ground to join his bodyguard buddy, both unconscious and in various states of injury.
His rage had ebbed and the silence after even such a short battle was deafening. I should go after that boss, before he gets too far away. Bakugou glanced at the woman on the ground, just now realizing she was no longer moving. Shit, shit, shit. He jumped over and crouched by her. A pool of blood was growing underneath her and her breathing was shallow. The woman’s blue dress was soaked with blood just under her ribcage on her left side. Bakugou tugged the dress over her hips, covering bruises, blood and… other things.
I have to get her to a hospital or she isn’t going to make it; but I can’t fly while carrying someone this injured. Fuck. A scuffing sound came from behind him and he was on his feet to face a new threat in an instant.
“Kacchan! I heard your quirk and came to help!” Midoriya ran into the alley and glanced around, his face going pale. He swallowed hard and asked “What happened?”
Bakugou turned his back on Midoriya and picked the woman off the ground as gently as he could. “Get over her and take her!” he yelled. “Use your shoot style to get her to the hospital.”
“What?” Midoriya stepped back, but Bakugou stepped forward and shoved the woman into his hands. “What’s wrong with her Kacchan? What happened?” He continued to hesitate.
“God damn it Deku! Take her to the hospital! I don’t have time to answer your stupid questions!” Blood ran from Bakugou’s hands as he yelled.
“Right! Sorry!” Midoriya apologized. Activating One-For-All he jumped onto the roof and sped off in the direction of the nearest medical facility, Bakugou shot one last scowl in the direction of the man that fled, and then followed on his heels. The urge to make sure the woman he’d ran into earlier in the night got to safety overshadowing his desire to hunt the last villain down.
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Midoriya looked down at the bundle in his arms, worry tightening his chest. “You’re going to be just fine, I’m taking you to get help, don’t worry!” He was sure she couldn’t hear him, she was severely injured and obviously unconscious but he felt the need to comfort her all the same.
This looks bad, really bad.
Blood dripped steadily through his fingers as he jumped from roof to roof. “We’re almost there!” he called, mostly to reassure himself.
Wind whipped through his messy green hair, his eyes steadily forward. With a mighty leap Midoriya crested a large building, finally laying eyes on the red cross sitting upon the front of a tall concrete building.
Midoriya landed in the street and ran toward the brightly lit front entrance. He sped through the automatic doors and started shouting, “Help! I need a doctor! This woman is badly hurt!”
Nurses rushed forward and someone pulled a gurney toward him. “Set her down here please,” a nurse directed him. He complied.
“What happened?” A different nurse spoke this time. Midoriya hesitated, he didn’t have an answer.
“She was attacked,” Bakugou growled savagely, his eyes bright and glowing with violence. Midoriya started; he hadn’t paid attention to Bakugou following him through the doors. The nurse opened her mouth to ask another question, saw the look on Bakugou’s face and decided against it.
In a flurry of motion the nurses and the injured woman were whisked away through a set of double doors set into the wall to the left of the entrance. Silence reigned.
I’ve got to do something! Midoriya though desperately. Recovery Girl could help her, and I have to let our teachers know what’s happening and where Kacchan and I are. He pulled out his phone and hit All Might’s speed dial, lifting the phone to his ear he counted the rings. One… two… three…