27 | Thank You...

                                    

                                          
This story is not intended to promote actions/behaviors such as abuse, murder, violence, suicide, self-harm, or  harassment.
Katsuki Bakugou
Like a transient, refulgent waterfall of electricity tearing into the sky, Bakugou could not comprehend what was transpiring. As Midoriya bolted into the League and apprehended Shigaraki, Hawks swooped for Dabi with ashen wings of charcoal. Toga sauntered towards the fray between Aizawa, Midoriya, and Shigaraki while Bakugou found his body sprinting without any thoughts tethering him to vacillation. Dabi's knife burned as bright as his intense vortex of flames as it plunged into Todoroki's chest while Hawks rammed Dabi into the ground.
Precipitously charging like an intractable bull of unadulterated fury as Todoroki was discarded onto the floor, Bakugou could hear Todoroki's voice: "Thank you..." A vague smile perked up on Todoroki's pale lips that were dipped in a fluctuating glaze of zircon.
THIS ISN'T HOW IT ENDS! Sour adrenaline strangled Bakugou's body in a spool of barbed wire. SHOUTO, DON'T YOU DARE DIE ON ME! Do you even know how fucking broken I was when I heard that some fucking villains were gonna kill you? This wasn't just fear of the unknown and fear of not knowing the full extent of things. No. I'm desperate.I'll do anything if it means getting you back! Fuck, keep a rational head, Katsuki.
Scooping Todoroki into his arms amidst the effervescent blaze of fire, Bakugou shot himself out the door like a bullet of orange and yellow fire. He laid Todoroki on the twilit ground and immediately held his hand above Todoroki's mouth.
The sands of carbon dioxide soughed and sighed in a gust across the ocean of the air and skidded across Bakugou's palms, intertwining with his fingers.
"Shouto?!" Bakugou gasped, ripping off Todoroki's shirt and compressing the inky wound perforating the latter's chest. 
"Please don't," Todoroki promptly huffed.
"Fuck," Bakugou hissed under his breath, "I'm not gonna hurt you or do anything to you... Please just... I need you to hold on, Shouto..." He began to sob out fragile ribbons of visceral tears while Todoroki squirmed beneath him with hastened breaths.
Yaoyorozu and Uraraka sprinted up to the Bakugou and Todoroki as the languished Todoroki muttered, "Why...would you go so far...to save someone as broken...as me?" In the ebbing echoes of diluted sunlight, his shrunken eyes twitched.
"He needs immediate help," Bakugou snarled while Yaoyorozu shouted out his name. "Hurry up!" He bared his fangs at Todoroki. "BECAUSE I LOVE YOU, GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!" He pressed his livid tongue down.
Yaoyorozu expeditiously tended to Todoroki's stab wound while Uraraka treated Todoroki's severe burns with the aid of a light source that Yaoyorozu created.
"Thank you..." Todoroki whispered. "Katsuki, they need you... I'll be fine." He sharply grimaced as Yaoyorozu wrapped up his chest with bandages. "Ngh!" Todoroki's verbalized purgatory scraped through Bakugou's ears. "Augh..."
"Careful, dammit!" Bakugou spat.
"My apologies!" Yaoyorozu gasped. "Are you all right, Todoroki-kun?"
"Fine..." Todoroki hissed, but his body spasmed with a type of excruciating pain that rent Bakugou's soul to witness. "Go, Katsuki..." Frail and quivering under the pale light Yaoyorozu had produced, his expression supplicated for no objections.
With a wry lour, Bakugou nodded and returned to the League. Yet, much to Bakugou's stupefaction, there were no active Quirks and no weapons being swung. Rather, the majority of the League members were picking themselves up while the Heroes worked to unfetter Endeavor. Dabi, on the other hand, was ensnared by Hawks on the floor.