I woke up in a small bed. A bed? I don't have a bed. My eyes were closed, my eyebrows still stitching themselves together in confusion. Who's yelling?
"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US THAT YOU HAD A CHILDHOOD FRIEND WHO LITERALLY GOT KIDNAPPED?!"
Who the hell is that? What's he yelling about?
"I DON'T KNOW MAYBE IT'S BECAUSE HE GOT DECLARED AS DEAD WHEN I WAS LIKE 7! IT'S NOT EXACTLY SOMETHING I LIKE TALKING ABOUT YOU OFFBRAND FUCKING CATERPILLAR!"
I recognize that voice, I don't know what from, or who, but it seems so familiar. The anger lacing the voice reaching back into my memories. Why is this random voice so familiar? WAIT-WHERE AM I !? I finally opened my eyes, white light blinding me in the face. My wings were neatly tucked underneath me, the outer and downy feathers sticking out of what appeared to be a hospital bed.
I turned my head over to the direction of the screaming match, a familiar spiky haired blonde catching my attention.
"Alright, alright, there's no reason to yell. Why don't we just talk it out?" Said by another kid with spiky hair, only it was strawberry red.
When was the last time I had a strawberry?
I ignored my thoughts about fruit and decided to interrupt the conversation, finally realizing why the blonde looked so familiar.
"Kacchan?"
Shock replaced the looks on the faces of everyone in the room. I had almost forgotten about Kacchan.
"It's been a while huh..."
The red head suddenly became sad and uncomfortable at the same time. "Yeah i'm gonna go...this seems personal. It wouldn't be very manly to intrude" The red head put his hands up and walked out. The caterpillar man nodded, and he was gone.
I looked down at my blanket covered feet as I sat up, feeling bad about being gone for so long. It's not like it was my choice, but I still left him. I wonder if he ever made any new friends outside the 'Members of the Agency Bakugo'. They weren't ever really nice to him, not in the way they should have been. Or if the strawberry haired kid was a friend.
He looked at me for a few more seconds before his expression changed entirely.
"Deku you stupid bastard, why did you leave!?" He asked, smiling while also running over and gripping me in a hug, tears brimming in his red eyes.
I haven't been hugged in a while, I forget what I'm supposed to do. Am I supposed to high-five him or something?! I definitely should not have flinched right?! I hope no one noticed...
I settled for just leaving my arms hanging in the air, being too awkward to know what to do with them. Glad only for the fact that no one noticed my jump at the sudden movement.
"Kacchan, you know I didn't like, have a choice right?"
"Of course I know that dumbass! But it still hurt we thought you were dead!"
I might as well have been...
He kept hugging me until we were both crying. It was an odd sensation for the both of us. Kacchan who never really showed any emotion besides anger and pride, while I was never allowed to let my emotions even surface. I wanted to ask him about my mom, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Too many memories of Jotaru. It was as if he could sense what I was thinking and instantly turned to who I assumed was the 'off-brand caterpillar' and said exactly what I was thinking.
"We gotta call Auntie Inko" Kacchan wiped his tears with his palm, still looking awestruck, most likely at my sudden reappearance. A long sigh came out of the 'off-brand caterpillar', before another person piped in.
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The Dull Color of Green
FanfictionBasically Izuku has a wing quirk[no he doesn't have chicken legs like hawks don't even ask] and escapes from his own personal black market ring(thank you big brother dabi) and crash lands quite literally into Bakugo's arms(no not bakudeku sry). He t...