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Everyone knew Midoriya could be terrifying.
It wasn’t even a well-kept secret, anyone that could break bones and run it off, was obviously capable of being scary.
It's just they always thought he would be terrifying for their side.
Midoriya left on a Thursday.
He walked out with just his clothes on his back.
His notebooks, all of them, were dropped on Bakugou’s desk. The last notebook unfinished, partway through an update of the League of Villains.
Midoriya’s phone was found in Shinsou’s backpack with a little piece of paper with the password on it. Nothing was strange, there were only recognizable numbers, and texts.
When Aizawa opened Midoirya’s room. It had been packed away into boxes, and one of the boxes was a note.
I am Sorry.
Don’t try and save me.
I am not worth it.
No one understood.
Why was on everyone’s lips, in everyone’s head.
A case was opened because Midoriya was a missing person, a missing hero student.
Until he wasn’t.
A hot day, the kind of day that told you a storm was approaching.
Fighting on this kind of day was awful, but they did it. Hitoshi was protecting Bakugou’s back as Bakugou was focusing on keeping Shigraki’s attention on not causing wanton destruction.
Hair raised on the back of his neck, and he tasted iron on the edge of his teeth.
Shigraki crackling grated, “I guess he decided it was time.”
He and Bakugou tensed because that didn’t sound promising.
Black lightning crackled, and their standing was their missing classmate.
Midoriya Izuku.
“Go,” Midoriya ordered, Ordered, “Dabi is getting antsy fighting Todoroki,”
Shigraki rolled his eyes, “Fine, but try and not go soft on them. You know what would happen if you did,” it was spoken non-chantilly by Midoriya tensed and bared his teeth hissing at Shigaraki. Who just smirked, and jumped away.
“Deku!” Bakugou yelled, diving trying to stop Shigraki, only to be blocked by Midoriya flipping him away.
“Bakugou,” Midoriya greeted back, as he dived under Bakugou's return swing.
Hitoshi ignored the words exchanged, more focused on watching Midoriya closely, waiting for an opening, an answer.
It came from the fact, Midoriya was blinking back tears, even as his face was impassive, but Hitoshi has been forced to internalized morse code by Aizawa-sensei and Midoriya himself, so he could list it as a second language at this point.
.--. .-.. . .- ... . / .-. ..- -. / .-. ..- -. / .-. ..- -. / .-. ..- -.
Please, Run, Run, Run, Run.
A truth, that they only suspected before, settle in his gut.
“Midoriya!”
He hoped.
“Shinsou.”
“Freeze,” He ordered as he grasped the tether of his quirk and yanked, holding on to it, and it burned, as he fought the other web of control.
Midoriya stopped moving.
Bakugou stopped as well, glancing at Hitoshi, and at the frozen Midoriya. Keeping an eye on the surroundings.
Hitoshi gritted his teeth because whoever his opponent was, they had tethered the web deep. It hurt the longer he tried to hold it, and break the web. He felt the blood run out of his nose.
“Hitoshi, stop, I am a Nomu, your power can't-” Izuku choked but continued, “-You need to run, and warn the others. They - ” Midoirya cut off screaming, and the connection snapped.
Hitoshi staggered, and Bakugou had to grab him before he planted his face into the ground.
Midoriya stopped and straightened up, and his eyes were glowing yellow, “the brat just doesn’t learn,” it was wrong, so wrong, Yellow eyes sparkled with the wrong kind of life, lips the wrong kind of teasing, “Run along heroes, don’t let your little sacrifice’s message be in vain.”
“Fuck you, we will get him back,” Bakugou spat, “you hear that Deku. We will fucking rescue you, fuck that not worth it bullshit,” Bakugou growled, as he picked Hitoshi up, and began darting away.
“We will see what condition you get him back in!” was called after them with crackling.
Hitoshi’s eyes burned.