Chapter 32

                                    

                                          


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"Izuku-kun! Glad to see you made it to watch-" Toga pressed the blade closer to his neck, a dribble of blood forming by the sharp end. "-the show."
                          
"Kacchan-!"
                          
Tetsutetsu quickly grabbed his collar, giving a harsh yank and making him topple on the floor with him. "Midoriya-!" "Let me fucking go! Shit!" Izuku struggled under the man's weight, an animalistic anger in his eyes as he thrashed and kicked and yelled, mind clouded with fear for his Kacchan.
                          
Toga's giggles made Kendou's ears ring as her speaker crackled.
                          
'Kendou. Her name's Toga Himiko, released from Hosu's Mental facility three years ago, and she's gone under the radar ever since. It says on her that she had been stalking and following a boy at her school back then, two restraining orders cased upon her by a boy that went to her school and another that was her neighbor.'
                          
Kendou flinched as the knife was pressed down again, pearls of blood cascading down Katsuki's throat as the man grunted.
                          
'And.. Uh.. Damn.'
                          
"What is it, Shinso?" She hissed. 
                          
'She's got some sealed records- which I unsealed of course. And.. Wow. Okay. Apparently, she had bitten a man in school by the shoulder, and the statement was 'her sharp incisors pierced through my flesh and she latched on like a leech, her tongue licking my blood'. Fucking hell. Charges were dropped once the boy moved out of the city.'
                          
That was enough to work with.
                          
"Himiko!" Kendou blurted out as the girl froze at her first name. "Drop the weapon! You don't want to do this!" 
                          
"I think I do." She snapped, the shine in her eyes gone for a second before it trickled back in accompanied with a Cheshire grin. "And Bakugou's enjoying this, aren't you darling?" She purred.
                          
"Go to hell," Katsuki said, head tipping back as he flexed his arms, turning numb from the tight rope setting his skin aflame. Toga frowned, her posture changing as her feet shifted.
                          
"That's a bit fucked up, Bakugou." Kendou shrugged, the glint in her eyes shining as Ojiro shifted right beside her, throwing her a disbelieving face. "I mean, the girl went through all this to get you, and you're not grateful? Sheesh. Guys, am I right?"
                          
She stood up fully, her gun's safely clicking as she slipped it in it's house, making sure Toga's eyes follow the movement, taking a casual stance with a strained smile.
                          
Toga's manic grin widened, pupils dilating. "Right!? It's so.. So ungrateful!" Kendou feigned innocent, blowing her bangs up with a 'phew'. "It's unfair, really. Why do guys reject you? You're so pretty, so cute! Izuku's less! He's not even fore Bakugou! You're supposed to be his girlfriend, not that green bitch!"
                          
Bakugou snarled, But seemed to catch on as Himiko giggled- and Kendou giving him a tight nod. Finally, someone like like her..! 
                          
"Toga was unraveling quickly, like a yarn ball, as high pitched giggles and shaky laughter escaped her, head thrown back- and Kendou tensed.
                          
One.
                          
Two.
                          
"Bakugou, you should really keep your head down."
                          
Katsuki's eyes widened, and Toga was a fraction too late as the knife under her grip loosened and clattered to the floor as Bakugou flipped the chair, landing him flat on his back.
                          
Blood painted the floors, and Kendou rushed over to cut the ropes, an unknowing tension released from her shoulders. Ojiro turned to the broken window, giving a thumbs up to their very own sniper- Awase.
                          
"Fuck. Shit. Shit." Kendou patted Katsuki, who laid on the floor, drenched in sweat and pale. "God, fuck. Thanks. Shit." Kendou nodded, a half-hearted smile on her lips as she swiped the blood pooling on his shirt. "Get your neck checked out. And your.. And your boyfriend."
                          
Katsuki's eyes widened more, shuffling up- clearly still disoriented but eager at the mention of Izuku. "Fuck. How is he?"
                          
"As.. Bad as you imagined." Kendou fondly snickered. "He was ready to shoot the place down for you, you know. If it wasn't Awase to take her down, I'm pretty sure he would've taken the first shot."
                          
Bakugou groaned, bumping his forehead as medics rushed the scene, taking Bakugou with them, ignoring the stubborn shouts of "I'm fine!".
                          
Kendou's smile dropped, facing Ojiro, who shook his head. "She's dead. Listen, a while ago you and Toga-" "It was pretend, Ojiro. She was off her rockers so I took a chance and guessed why she lost her marbles in the first place." She looked over at Himiko's body, catching her hand being pushed into the body bag as it zipped up.
                          
And Kendou felt.. 
                          
"Good."
                          
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"Kendou?" An officer approached her, and she welcomed him with a smile. "What's up?"
                          
"We um.. Found two more suspects. We hadn't ID'd the one with scars but we know that the guy with purple hair is named Kurogiri. And um.. It's not confirmed, but he admits to giving us the tip to where to find them."
                          
"Oh?" Kendou raised an eyebrow, scratching her cheek. Two more were in on this, huh? "Who arrested them?"
                          
"Midoriya-san did."
                          
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"Get that green fuck away from me."
                          
Kendou dodges a ball of spit heading her way with ease, hands on her hips with both eyebrows raised.
                          
The man- late twenties, had scarring and uneven cuts of black hair, piercings matting his body like a canvas. Well.. That and the purple and black bruises and the black eye covering his body- and hell, is that a limp?
                          
The people hauling him off paused as Izuku stood stood next to Kendou, a grin playing on his lips as she faced the model. "Really?" She deadpanned.
                          
Midoriya was roughed up, his shirt singed with soot and ripped up slightly, an already healing bruise on his jaw, ruffled hair, and.. Raw knuckles. Figures.
                          
"Self-defense," Izuku shrugged, not bothering to hide the cocky smirk he sent to "Dabi"'s way, and Kendou sighed. "Just.. Go, Midoriya. Bakugou is waiting for you."
                          
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Bakugou trailed a finger on his own bandaged neck, sitting at the entrance of the emergency vehicle, doctors bustling back and forth and the annoying sound of the siren was almost too much- until-
                          
"Kacchan!"
                          
"Deku-!?"
                          
A warm embrace he needed wrapped around him like a place of solace, making him melt easily, wrapping his own arms around the other man. Izuku smelled of vanilla and cinnamon- and Bakugou wouldn't have it any other way.
                          
They stayed like that, for a few minutes, hours- eternity- it doesn't matter. When they finally pulled off, Izuku cupped his cheeks and smothered him in kisses, and god, it felt like home.
                          
After a few moment like that too, he opened his mouth to speak. Shit. The pain was fresh in Izuku's eyes.
                          
(Weariness and Izuku's bones were old friends.)
                          
"Izuku-"
                          
"BRAT! OH MY FUCKING GOD!" The families thunder of the Bakugou family tumbled behind them, and Izuku laughed, quiet, as a gentle thumb traced his pink lips sensually. Red and green eyes softened as Katsuki's breath hitched.
                          
"Guess we'll have to talk later, huh?" Izuku giggled, light and breathy as a blush warmed his freckled cheeks. Katsuki's chest rumbled, leaning in for a quick stolen kiss, a smile on his lips. "Yeah. Later, nerd."
                          
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