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This is a fanfic I wrote. I just finished it and it's already on AO3. Just thought I should put it on here too. I've read things where Deku went missing or something but Bakugo doesn't give a rats ass so I gave it a shot where Bakugo goes slightly mad at loosing his childhood friend.

Or have the link. :p

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62710174/chapters/160539421

The Sky Went Dull

He hadn’t realized he was crying until his mother snapped him out of the trance. Her hand was on his shoulder and she looked just as upset, almost as if Deku was her son. Bakugo couldn’t imagine how Aunty Inko was doing. “Go away, ya hag.” He growled expecting a slap against the back of his head but there wasn’t one. She just squeezed him tighter. “They’ll find him.” She muttered, more to herself than Katsuki, also seemingly a prayer for Inko.

His father walked in and sat right next to him. He wrapped an arm around the spiky haired boy, pulling him close. Katsuki tried to stop the tears. He hated Deku afterall! He was–is quirkless! Yet he couldn’t. He still remembered his childhood friend, even though he didn’t want to. He remembered how they were before they got quirks. Why was he so angry at Deku anyways? He couldn’t remember at the moment. So, for the first time in many years, he cried in front of his parents.

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Bakugo went to visit Inko daily. She wasn’t close to alright. She stayed huddled in her room, crying; when not in her room then out searching and putting up flyers. It made sense, the last person in her family was gone, missing, and possibly dead. If not dead, then in grave danger. Bakugo had to get into the habit of not calling Deku ‘Deku.’ It felt wrong now, since he’s gone.

It’d been two weeks and the heroes and police still had nothing. Bakugo was questioned by the police, obviously. They talked to everyone close to Izuku. They already knew De–Izuku was quirkless, so they are searching with more urgency than normal. Though, it didn’t seem like that to Bakugo. He went into his room that day, sitting on his floor and looking at a limited edition All Might card. He huffed and slipped it into his pocket. He was angry, fuming actually. These wannabe heroes and losers were sucking at their damn jobs! They didn’t find Dek–Izuku sooner! They promised to find Izuku yet here they were, grappling at loose ends!

“If they’re not going to find you, then I will. Just wait…Izuku.” He grumbled the promise while staring at a mirror. A small picture of Izuku and him hung in the corner of it. He clenched his teeth and stormed out of the house. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?!” Mitsuki shouted at her son. “To train, you old hag! Someones gotta find De–Izuku someday!” He shouted back, seething with anger. However his mother didn’t shout back, just watching him with equal amounts of anger and sadness.

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Weeks turned into months. Izuku has been pronounced dead even though they never found a body. For some reason, the news just itched to interview Bakugo about the loss of his quirkless childhood friend. They must’ve been trying to get something on how the heroes weren’t taking their jobs seriously. Inko was at an all time low and moved into the Bakugo household so Mistuki could make sure she stayed alive.

Bakugo got accepted into UA, with the promise of killing the bastard who took Izuku. But right now, he sat by Izukus grave. It read, “Izuku Midoriya. A son, friend, and light of warmth for those around him.” Bakugo bit back a tear and showed the acceptance letter to the grave. “See, nerd? I got in. I told you I would. It’s not like you ever doubted me though, huh?” He let out a soft chuckle. “Aunty Inko misses you. So do I, and mom and dad. I think Aunty Inko moved in with us, so don’t worry about her. Okay?” He talked and talked, as if expecting to hear an answer. “I…I made sure your desk was never covered in that shit ever again,” He started, remembering how graffitied Izuku’s desk got. “And those pricks who tried to ruin your pretty grave got blown up. No one will touch you ever again, got it? I’ll make sure of that.” He paused, he was getting angry. He didn’t want to be angry here, not now. He sighed. “I’m going to be the number one hero and I’ll make sure you’re there to witness it.” He mumbled, tracing the petals of a yellow Japanese kerria. The gravesite had Izuku's favorite All Might merchandise and was dressed in flowers. All of them were fresh because Katsuki made sure of it.

He looked at the grave, it was in need of being polished. He was about to when a tall, lanky man with yellow hair and sunken eyes walked to it. He seemed shocked that someone was at the grave at this hour. “Who the fuck are you?” Bakugo stood up defensively, hands flared in case he needed to use his quirk. The lanky man put his hands up defensively. “I knew young Midoriya. I’m just here to visit, young man.” The man said calmly. Bakugo narrowed his eyes but he glanced at the man's hair again, then the merchandise on the grave. He had a feeling about something. “The fuck happened to you?” He snapped, sitting down though. The man seemed shocked. “What do you mean?” He questioned back. “I’m not stupid, old man. I know you’re All Might. If you're not, then fix your damn hair.” He crossed his arms and glared at Toshinori. All Might gave a sigh and gave a curt nod. “How do you know Izuku?” Bakugo questioned, sitting in a way that protects the gravestone. “I was training him before he went missing.” Toshinori answered, “I have a long story as to why and the reason I’m like this but…that boy was on the path of greatness. I know it.” He stated, all Bakugo did was nod. “So that’s why he looked so healthy.” Bakugo thought.

Toshinori stood next to where Bakugo sat, just looking at the headstone in silence. Bakugo finally broke the silence after a few minutes. “Did…Do you think he’s still out there?” He questioned, “Still alive and well?” He finished. His voice was on the verge of breaking. All Might stood silently, seemingly frozen. “I want to say yes, I do, but young man, I truly do not know. All we can do is hope that he is.” He gave a stinging answer, hand on the boy's head. “It’s Bakugo, Katsuki Bakugo. And you better remember that name because I’ll be in your spot one day. I’ll also be the one to find Izuku. I’ll be the best hero in the damn world for him.” The blond stated his promises firmly. Despite the initial shock, Toshinori nodded with sympathy for the boy.

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Bakugo had destroyed everyone at the Sports Festival and now was at his internship. It was time he and his loser classmates got to choose their hero names. He rolled his eyes at some names and snickered at the creativity of others. Finally, it was his turn. He strutted up to the front and held up a sign that read “Kacchan” with more confidence than anyone else in the room. Midnight smiled, “Aww! It’s cute! What does it mean?” Mina cooed at the blond's choice. “None of our damn business Pinky. “Oh come on, share with the class. We understand everyone else's, Bakugo.” Midnight encouraged Bakugo. “None. Of. Your. Damn. Business.” He scowled and sat back down, a cocky grin on his face. “I’m one step closer, Izuku.” He thought.

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A little girl ran into Mirio. Her arms covered in wraps and a small horn sticking out her forehead. “Eri! Come back! Please!” A male voice called, sounding a bit desperate. Mirio knelt down and looked at her. “Hey there! You okay?” He asked cheerfully, looking up as the male voice stopped in front of him. The boy had green hair that was overdue for a haircut and was covered in less bandages than the girl. He had freckles and looked so tired, scared even. It made something in Mirio more alert. “Eri we have to go!” The boy urged in a hushed tone. “Excuse me? Are you two related?” The voice of Mirio made the boy jolt. He looked so relieved to see him, well at least in Mirio’s eyes. The boy was about to start talking when a man with a black mask and short brown hair walked up and grabbed the boy's shoulder. “Hello there.” The voice was cold and meticulous. “These two got out of my eyesight while shopping.” The man explained. Mirio stood up but had a questioning look. “I’m their guardian.” He said and Mirio relaxed. The boy picked Eri up and stepped back to the man. “S-Sorry about that.” He stammered out and went with the man.

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He had been searching for Izuku since the day he stepped into UA, although now he could do it legally. He and a few other agencies got wrapped into something about a man who they knew as Overhaul. Sir Nighteye and his overly bubbly intern Mirio were the ones to start the main investigation. He was already pissed off about his hair being slicked back by Best Jeanist, but some little girl was being abused and used as experiments by this man? Oh god he was pissed.

“There was another kid with her, though. I remember it.” Mirio started. “He seemed scared and kept telling her to come back. He looked about 13-14. It was hard to tell since they were so malnourished.” Katsuki tuned back in from his seething anger. “He wasn’t nearly as battered as the girl was but still abused.” He continued. “The boy had this birdsnest of hair. It was green and curly, clearly he never took care of it. Freckled skin and short.” Mirio finished the description. Bakugo’s eyes widened, he slammed his hands on the table and stood up without actually thinking. “Kacchan? Do you have something to say?” Best Jeanist asked, raising a brow. “Picture.” He growled. “What?” Sir Nighteye asked. “I said, do you have a picture?” He growled more audibly this time. “Yes, we have CCTV footage.” Sir Nighteye answered, pushing his glasses up on his nose. “Then fucking show it.” Bakugo snapped. It was weird to see him act out so badly with the pros around him. However, they showed the footage.

A scrawny, scraggly, and pale kid projected onto the screen. He has a messy green mop on his head and bags under his eyes. He wore white clothes and had no shoes on, just like the little girl. Bakugo went weak. His arms visibly shook and he could feel tears forming in his eyes, but he held those back. However, Best Jeanist noticed. “Kacchan, do you know him?” He didn’t answer. “Izuku,” He muttered, he collapsed onto the chair again, eyes wide and he was shaky. He stared at his lap. “He’s alive…” He mumbled to himself. Best Jeanist shook him out of the state, he immediately hardened up. “Bakugo. Do you know the kid?” Best Jeanist asked more firmly. He nodded. “That’s Izuku Midoriya,” He started, teeth clenched and fists shaking. “He was pronounced dead a year ago.” His words shocked the heroes around him, the few classmates there looked at him in shock. “Bro? Were you two close?” Kirishima asked. He sat next to FatGum and Amajiki. “He’s the reason behind my hero name.” Is the only thing Bakugo said, it was all he needed to say for the room to understand.

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The teams spent the next few weeks planning how to save both of the kids. Bakugo seethed. He wanted to go the seconded he learnt about it but he fucking wasn’t allowed to. When he saw that bird masked prick he was going to kill him.

It was finally the battle. It was terrible. They were split up and battered but Bakugo finally saw Chisaki. “Where the fuck is he, fucker?!” Bakugo shouted as he blasted the yakuza. The man snickered, but got visible goosebumps as Bakugo grazed him. “Who? He could be anyone here!” Chisaki questioned, but he thought about the green boy he’s been watching over. “Izuku! Where is he?! Why the hell did you take him?!” Bakugo kept shouting as the two fought. Mirio had the little girl but they couldn’t find Izuku. “Him? You nasty heroes don’t need to lay your hands on him!” The villain shouted back, almost impaling Bakugo. “Answer me! Why did you fucking take him?!” Bakugo screamed louder, his explosions looking more like sparkles but somehow more dangerous. “I’m protecting him! He is perfectly fine with no quirk but someone tried to spread their disease to him!” Bakugo was shocked at the statement. He knew the yakuza was aiming to destroy quirks and all, which was weird, since he too had a quirk, but it didn’t explain how he knew about All Might and Izuku originally being the successor. All Might explained everything at the grave, saying it was secret, so how the fuck did this bird mask know? “Someone so young without a quirk is rare! He’s more than useful to my cause!” Chisaki shouted as the two fought.

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Bakugo managed to beat the villain close to a pulp. He doesn’t remember how, just that his anger and quirk manifested into something stronger. He panted staring at the ruined ground that laid beneath him. Now it was time to find Izuku. He didn’t hear the many heroes calling for him, saying whatever. Some rushed to the villain, making sure he didn’t get back up. He perked up when a small hand grabbed his leg. He looked down to see Eri. “M–Mr? Who-Who are-are you looking for?” She stammered so much, it made Katsuki feel a little bad. “A kid named Izuku.” He said gruffly. “I can-can show you…” She mumbled, just loud enough for him to hear. He looked at Eraser Head and nodded for him to follow. The two followed the little girl. She brought them to a dark wooden door. They opened it and it looked like a regular teens room, but just slightly off. It didn’t feel wanted or lived in. Just like Eri’s. A small lump lay under the covers which made Bakugo almost run, but instead he walked slowly to it. Eri was picked up by the erasure hero and they stood in the doorway.

Bakugo put his hand on the lump, carefully moving the blanket to see the person he’s been searching for, Izuku. “Izuku,” He said, making the head shoot up. Tears immediately flooded from the emerald eyes. “K-Kacchan?!” He faintly shouted. Bakugo let a grin slip and picked up the malnourished teen. He surprisingly didn’t protest, maybe because of exhaustion and pure relief.

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Izuku fell asleep the second he hit the hospital bed. He had lost all the muscle and brightness from the brief training with All Might. Inko burst into tears when she heard her child was actually alive. She hasn’t left Izuku’s side since she got there. No ones going to make her though. Bakugo also hasn’t left his side, saying it’s for protection. He sat with his eyes closed, legs spread, and posture relaxed while beside Izuku. He remembered when he got kidnapped by LOV–another damn organization he’s going to have to deal with– and how his mother reacted. She acted tough in front of the heroes but she cried when they left. His father sobbed harder than she did. She was so worried she would lose her son like how Inko lost Izuku. Inko had cried with them too. He scoffed himself awake and looked at Izuku. “He can’t live at the house. It wouldn’t be safe. He thought to himself and devised a plan to somehow convince the school to let him stay at the dorms. Something like, “To keep Eri calm” wouldn’t work. They’d just keep him with Eri, which wasn’t with him. “To keep him safe,” may work but they could always just keep him with a hero, but maybe if he somehow made it seem that Izuku only felt safe next to Bakugo would work. Yeah, that should do it.

This nerd isn’t leaving his side again.

End of Chapter 1

To Hoard the Sun

Izuku stirred slightly which caused Bakugo to jump, his bright eyes quickly back on his Izuku. Izuku rubbed his eyes and looked at Bakugo for the slightest moment before jumping and curling up into the corner where the bed meets the wall. He looked around in a panic and locked eyes with Bakugo, relaxing immediately. “Oh…” He sighed and looked at the blanket, which he clutched so tightly that his fingers went white. “Kacchan?” He asked, almost as if seeing if he were actually there. “Yeah, nerd?” He replied, trying his absolute hardest to be nonchalant. Izuku nodded slightly and spoke softly, “Just checking.” Bakugo huffed and crossed his arms, finally sitting down on a desk chair.

Izuku had gone back to his timid self, which oddly Bakugo hated. He wanted to know the Izuku in that picture from the news, not the old one he burnt on the shoulder, or the one so malnourished that any color he gained from training all day was bleached. He grumbled to himself and rubbed his eyes. “Go back to sleep, Izuku.” He said gruffly and the boy nodded, slowly going back to his original spot on Bakugos neat bed.

“G’night Kacchan.”

“Night, nerd.”

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The next morning had been an annoying one for Bakugo. Those dumbass classmates of his bothered him constantly while he made breakfast. It was Midoriya this and Midoriya that. It made his blood boil as much as the water in the kettle. They were talking about his Izuku damnit! He’s allowed to be angry. Even that damn bird head wanted to know about Izuku, the shadow chattering for him. The worst part was the fact he couldn’t do anything about it. Once Izuku was awake and down here, he’d be in awe with Bakugos classmates. He’d be learning and writing about their quirks; quirks that challenged his.

Bakugo growled and shoved a rice ball into Denki’s mouth. The pikachu wannabe melted as he went to the side and chewed the delicious food. “Ask the damn nerd when he’s awake! Stop pestering me, you extras!” Bakugo shouted at the class and they all stepped back like dogs getting in trouble, except for Todoroki. He seemed uninterested in everything, glaring at the world as though his father ruled over it. Bakugo hates that half-n-half bastard. He’s the only one not excited over his nerd. He just knows Izuku will be ecstatic to learn about Todoroki’s duel-quirks. He subconsciously sent a few sparks into his palm, burning himself slightly. He hissed and grumbly started setting plates up.

He shouted and cursed at his classmates thanking him for breakfast. “I should go wake Izuku.” Bakugo thought, he paused for a moment to think it through. If he did, Izuku would get a warm breakfast but he kept waking up throughout the night, seemingly because of nightmares. If he lets him sleep then Izuku gets a cold, soggy microwaved breakfast but is well rested. He tapped his foot in thought. “Hmmm…” Bakugo hummed to himself. “Whacha thinkin’ so hard about, Bakugo?” Kirishima asked, food in his mouth. “Nothing, hair-for-brains!” He barked back and stomped towards the elevator, apron still on.

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Bakugo led Izuku down to the common room, setting him down in his seat at the dining table and set a plate in front of him. “Wow! This looks amazing Kacchan!” Izuku beamed as he started shoveling the food into his mouth. Bakugo tsked. His poor nerd hasn’t had a good meal since he was stolen. He eats his own plate of food standing but he keeps a keen eye on Izuku.

“I need to fatten him up, get muscle and color on him again.” Bakugo thought, nodded to himself as he mentally planned. Bakugo refilled Izuku's plate when it was empty and Izuku didn’t question it, just happy for a warm meal.

“So Midoriya was it?” Iida asks, robotically pushing his glasses back onto his nose. “Uh, yeah! Izuku Midoriya.” Izuku replied, gulping down his food. “Well, Midoriya, welcome to UA. We’ll keep you safe here.” Iida started talking, his fellow classmates nodding along. “Morons. I’m the one keeping him safe here,” Bakugo sneers at the group but lets them talk. “Yeah! Maybe you can even train your quirk here!” Sweet, idiotic, stupid, Kaminari said, finally done chewing.

The group directly involved with the Shie Hassaikai raid went quiet, Izuku put his head down but he had a small smile. “Funny thing is, I don’t have a quirk. I’m completely powerless.” Izuku chuckled. Bakugo wanted to punch the moron. He tightened his grip, digging nails into his palms. Just enough to cause him to bleed. Denki made efforts to apologize, and to his credit it was honest and he tried his hardest. Izuku waved his hands to make the blond stop bowing. Bakugo now couldn’t stop glaring at Denki, and he noticed. “It’s okay! You didn’t know.” Izuku, being the kind and gentle soul he is, reassured the rat bastard. However, despite Izuku’s reassurance, the boy excused himself with a solemn expression and quickly went back to Bakugos room. Bakugo gave a death glare at Kaminari and followed him.

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Bakugo knocked on his own dorm door. “Izuku?” He said gruffly yet calmly. “It’s your own room Kacchan.” Izuku reminded in his regular sassy tone. Bakugo huffed and entered to see Izuku on his bed, looking at a notebook. One that was burnt and clearly had water damage. “Oh shit. Oh fuck. Shit no. What the hell is he doing with that?! I thought Aunty had it.” Bakugo panicked internally.

“Is that–”

“The notebook All Might signed? Yeah…” Izuku interrupted Bakugo. The blond let out a quick sigh of relief.

“I shouldn’t tell you this but I’m going to anyway.” Izuku paused, inhaling, then looking at Bakugo as he exhaled. “I was going to be All Might’s successor. It’s a weird story but he was training me so I would be strong enough to handle his quirk.” Izuku started ranting. Bakugo’s eyes widened. “All Might can pass on his ability, which is called One For All, and I was going to have it next. I was. I could’ve been a hero. I could’ve been by your side. I could’ve finally lived my dream. I could’ve been great! I wouldn’t have to be some quirkless loser who got experimented on to make quirk erasing bullets!” Izuku was getting more angry than sad, but Bakugo could hear the hurt in his voice. However he also stopped listening when Izuku said “by your side.” But Izuku kept talking, his fists clenching his shorts, brows furrowed, tears welled up in his eyes, anger deep in his core.

Bakugo didn’t talk, just thought. It makes sense now, why All Might actually cared for some scrawny kid like Izuku, he was going to literally replace All Might hopefully. Bakugo sneered as his competitive nature chimed in but he quickly punched it away. Bakugo didn’t know what to say at first, but he suddenly thought of something. “Who said you had to be quirkless?” Bakugo asked, a devious plan boiling in his head. He can have Izuku next to him constantly if the freckled boy trained again, took All Mights quirk, and became a hero too. Sure he’d have to start a year late but that doesn’t matter. He’ll just chalk up the random quirk development as late blooming.

Bakugo grinned at his Izuku. “We’ll be heroes together, Izuku. Don’t worry.”

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