•Taking control•

•Chapter Two•

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                      𝟑:𝟎𝟗 𝐚𝐦

*𝚁𝚒𝚗𝚐* *𝚁𝚒𝚗𝚐* *𝚁𝚒-*

"Who the hell is it!?"

Katsuki growled, not bothering to look at the contact information.
He had just fallen asleep, finally!!
And some dick weed decided to call him and interrupt the little sleep he'd finally get before class.

"Bakugo, meet me in Nezu's Office now."

'Aizawa?'
'Why the fuck is that caterpillar calling me at 3 in the damn morning!?'

Bakugo thought, already getting halfway out of bed.
It was quite obvious if the raven hair was calling a student in the middle of the night.
It was an emergency.
Maybe a last minute hero mission?

"Tch, wh-"

Before Katsuki could finish his sentence, his teacher had already hung up.
Giving Bakugo no choice but too complied to orders.

'I swear this better be fucking important or I'll kick his ass.'

                       •••

It was supposed to be so simple.
And easy drug bust.
Grab the evidence, and arrest the culprits.
They didn't expect to see the League of villains there.
Or Midoriya.

When Aizawa and the other pro's busted in, the raven hair insomniac decided to go investigate downstairs.

There he saw a certain freckled teen, his body was badly bruised and beaten.
He was lacking nutrients making it to where he looked like a thirteen year old.

But Shōta wasn't easily fooled, he figured out quite fastly who the greenette was.
He just couldn't believe it.

When he tried to pick up Izuku, the freckled boy cried in pain and started scratching at his former teacher, punching and kicking as well.
Trying everything in his power to get away from the said adult.

He didn't want any more 'fun' time, his body ached and he was just plain tired.

Aizawa thought about the words or more like pleads than spewed from Izuku lips.

"P-Please no more!"

"I-It h-hurts!"

This words sadden Shota, he could only imagine how much Izuku had been threw.

After some reassuring words and the greenette completely resisting him, even going as far to poke his eyes out.
The pro hero had no choice but to shoot him up with some kinda of sleeping liquid.
He needed to get the boy out of here and to recovery girl's office.

Once Aizawa had done so, he decided to talk to Nezu.
Who brought up the suggestion on calling Bakugo.
Since they were childhood friends, well friends was a very strong word.
But that's what Nezu used.

They theorized, that maybe Katsuki would be able to calm the greenette down when he awoke.
Considering it didn't seem he remembered, the raven hair teacher at all.

"Alright I'm here. "

"What the fuck do you want?"

Bakugo asked, struding inside the principal's office.
His hands in both his pants pockets and a beautiful scowl gracing his lips.
Though despite his frown, you could tell he wasn't doing good.
From the horrible, and I mean horrible eyes bags, all the way to the fact that he wasn't bothering to yell, or kick open a door.

The raven hair teach really wanted to help his student, he knew out of everyone Bakugo took Midoryia's death the hardest.
But Katsuki was to prideful to admit he needed help.

"Good evening Mr. Bakugo. "

Principal Nezu's, greeted sneaking out of Shota's scarf.
Causing him to wonder when the hell Nezu had gotten there!?

"Tch, what do you want you little mouse. "

Bakugo growled.
He wasn't even cussing anymore, not as often as he use to any way.

"I am choosing to ignore that insult for now... "

Nezu pointed out, sending the blonde a glare before continuing.

"A group of heros busted a drug operation tonight-"

"And that involves me why??"

Katsuki exhaled, obviously annoyed with receiving information that didn't even involve him.

"If you would stop interrupting me sir, then I would gladly explain why. "

Despite Nezu's calm words, he was sending Bakugo daggers.
That even the blonde himself had to admit was scary.

"It turns out the league was helping them, they were harboring that drug called trigger. "

"There, we also found Midoriya."

Katsuki felt his whole soul leave his body.
He felt angry, sad, and numb all at the same time.

A million questions racing through his mind.
But only one sentence manage to escape his mouth.

"W-What?"
"N-No that's impossible!"

"What kinda cruel trick are you playing!?"

"I watched Deku die!"

"I saw him get impaled!"

"I held his limp body in my damn arms!"

"His blood was still on my fucking hands even after the paramedics left with him!"

"So don't stand there and fucking tell me you found someone who had been long gone, for a damn year now!"

He was trembling.
His body, his words, even the world seemed to be shaking at the moment.
He just couldn't believe someone would lie like that.
Especially about something like this.

"Bakugo."

"It's true. "

"I was the one that found him. "

Aizawa confirmed, he looked dead on serious.
And for a moment Katsuki believed him.
He wanted to believe him.
However to the blonde, that seemed impossible.
He watched Izuku get impaled, he remembered holding him in his arms every ounce of life drained from his body.
It was impossible.

"I don't believe you. "

Katsuki muttered, looking down at the oh so interesting tile floors.

"Would you like to see for yourself?"

"He's in recovery girl's office right now. "

The underground hero suggested, already taking his leave.
And despite Katsuki's mind, screaming at him to not follow.
To working out the door, and return to the comfort of his bed.
He still followed.

Having an ounce of hope that maybe, just maybe they actually found the freckled boy.