{Completed}
Bakugou texts someone who he assumes is Deku, but instead finds himself talking to a very excited and friendly stranger.
Language warning: a lot of cursing.
There won't be any smut.
I don't own any of the characters I only own the story...
(Trigger warning for this chapter: mentions of injury. Rip Bakubro [ he's not dead... yet {?} Don't kill me] )
Fucking dumbass
Look
[8:21 AM]
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(A/N that's a feather seastar, and yes, it is alive, and it does swim around)
Fucking dumbass
isn't it cool? I'm naming him Fred
Fucking dumbass
Bro?
Fucking dumbass
I guess you're busy...
Fucking dumbass
Oh! That's right! You have a full-time job. What do you do? You never told me.
Fucking dumbass
Text me when you get a break, ok?
Fucking dumbass
Bye, Bakubro
...o'O'o...
Midoriya's pov
"HURRY, DEKU!! WE NEED TO GO!!!"
"I'M HURRYING!!! THE UBER WILL BE HERE IN 5 MINUTES!!! PACK A BAG; I DON'T KNOW HOW LONG THIS WILL TAKE!!"
"ALREADY DONE!!!"
"OKAY, WE NEED TO STOP YELLING!!!"
"I KNOW!!!!!"
"THEN WHY ARE WE STILL YELLING!?!?!"
"I DON'T KNOW!!!"
I ran into my room, grabbed a bag, and filled it with everything I could possibly need. I have no idea how long we will be at the hospital, but I want to be prepared for the worst. I heard my phone ding, notifying me that our ride was here.
"URA!!! Let's GO!! THEY'RE HERE!!!"
"OK!!!"
Ura ran out of her room and out the front door; I followed, barely taking time to lock the door. We both sprinted down the hall and out to the street. A car was waiting for us. We clambered in. There was a man in the front seat, with dark hair and small horns poking out of his head; he seemed nice enough, not that we had the time to care.
