ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ 𐀔 "For your dreams, lightswitch."
𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 a nightmare-ish girl and an explosive boy try not to kill each other as they become heroes in their own stubborn ways and... lovers? What the fuck?
slowburn katsuki bakugo x teasing!oc
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𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐦 𝐯𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢-𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨
Their patience to find Asumi was running thin, those who had found her had been quiet about it.
Her grandparents pushed and pushed the cops for help, Tamaki even going a few times to try and find answers, but it had been Bakugo who decided to take it into his own hands.
Aizawa was convinced to take him, his intimidating persona prevailing even if he didn't need much convincing.
Aizawa cared about her too, after all, even if he knew the realistic aspects of the circumstances. He also knew that it was worth letting them go.
Kirishima had been the one to catch him on his way out, resulting in the rest of the class tagging along much to Bakugo's annoyance.
Upon arriving at the newly reinforced police station, the class was taken aback by the barricades.
They hadn't been outside UA's walls since the fallout and coming back from the hospital, but seeing the crumbled city from the windows of the car was daunting. They had to have extra security, Aizawa and Present Mic serving as their security as they stepped out of the two minivans borrowed from the school.
They were quiet, only the sounds of their shuffling footsteps in their group as they were escorting past the line of guards outside carrying military-grade guns. They wouldn't be surprised if the military was helping out keeping the station protected from the newly confident villains across the city.
It was strange to think that not even a few weeks ago it was heroes dominating the streets and how quickly it had flipped.
They reached the front desk with little trouble thanks to their teachers, but the cop at the front desk amidst the chaos and scrambling of all happening inside the building was less than helpful.
Regardless of who they are, they were denied, denied, and denied.
Bakugo had been the one to shove his way to the front when Shitty Hair–Kirishima's kind persistence fell short and when Raccoon Eyes–Ashido's begging failed.
Todoroki followed him, opening his mouth to ask and nearly reaching into his pocket to call his father here to help like he had been demanding him to do for weeks now, but was cut off when Bakugo reached over the counter and grabbed the front of the cop's shirt, "You useless rent-a-cops have been doing nothing and you can't even talk to us or give us answers? I will fu–"
"What's going on here?" A new voice boomed, at least new to two in the room–Iida and Todoroki recognizing it and the dog-like man behind it.
The chief of the police had made an entrance, Aizawa thankfully saving the situation by explaining and the others making Bakugo release the poor, frightened cop.
