Bakugou Seeks Death

Todoroki had interrogated Midoriya throughout the rest of the week, always texting the villain beforehand to make sure no one else was eavesdropping. Todoroki had called from different small parks across the city, while Midoriya stayed indoors, either in his room or in the bathroom with the shower running. Dabi had tried interfering once after the initial call, but was quickly threatened by Midoriya with a very sharp dart being thrown next to his arm while he was sitting at the bar. He stayed away since then.

Midoriya allowed the other teen ask him about almost everything: family life, growing up quirkless, school life, living with the villains. Family life became a touchy subject quickly though, since Midoriya never really knew his father to begin with and his mother was constantly working to support them. Todoroki had apologized quickly when he sensed the discomfort through the phone, and quickly changed the subject to Bakugou.

Each call was roughly an hour long, Todoroki usually had a curfew from his father that he had to follow while Midoriya usually replied that Dabi was knocking roughly against his door demanding attention.

"Why do I always look like the bad guy to you, Bunny?" Dabi had unlocked Midoriya's door after he quickly hung up on Todoroki.

"I hate to break it to ya, but you do live with a bunch of villains, Dabi," Midoriya scoffed when he threw his phone onto his bed. He flopped backwards blindly after getting up from his desk chair, his head landing dangerously close to the headboard of his small twin-sized bed.

Dabi chuckled and sat on the corner of the fluffy comforter, watching as Midoriya shuffled his body around to make space for the taller dark-haired man. "Twice wants to catch up on memes and shit with Mustard, while Toga wanted to go 'shopping'… Whatever that means."

"She'll probably stalk someone at the mall and then corner and steal their new clothes. Classic Toga," the teen chuckled a bit. "Where's Kurogiri and Shigaraki? I would've thought that you and Mr. Boss would be neck-and-neck, huh?"

Dabi shoved Midoriya down with a quick push as he got up quickly. "Fuckin' brat, you don't know shit. Mind your own business with my dear lil' bro, okay Bunny?" Dabi strutted to the door quickly, wanting to leave before spilling something that can start gossip.

"Why did you get so defensive! I just wanna talk!" Midoriya cackled as Dabi swung his bedroom door shut.

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Twice sauntered downstairs to the bar, Mustard following closely behind playing his new Switch that he stole from some bitchy kid at the park. Twice stopped at the counter and sat down on the stool, then patted the empty one next to him for Mustard to do the same. Toga noticed the two boys sitting and got excited, skipping over and giggling.

"Hello, what would you guys like to drink today?" Toga had pressed down on her sweater to smooth it and tried doing a posh accent when she addressed them.

"A coke for me, Toga," Mustard replied without looking up from the new stolen console.

"I'll get the usual vodka and coke, cutie," Twice winks through his mask, a slight twitch from Toga's perspective. She still squeals from the pet name and slides an open can of cola and a cup with ice to Mustard, to which he catches easily and fills the glass.

Toga grabs a beer mug and a new bottle of vodka and slides a coke to Twice. "Now, you hafta pour two shots of vodka to have an equal amount of alcohol and soda, right?" She uncaps the glass bottle and blindly throws out the top behind the counter.

Mustard had put down the game to pour more soda from the can when he watched Toga pour the vodka directly into the mug, not measuring the "two shots". He snorted loudly, the coke he had drank from the can burned in his nose as it threatened to shoot out from his moment of laughter as Toga continued to pour the vodka with little restraint.

Twice caught the reference Mustard was probably thinking of and let out an airy laugh, "Toga, dude, I think that's enough. I won't wake up from that," he moved her arm upwards to stop the stream. When she put down the bottle, a quarter was gone from the bottle itself and Twice gulped. "Where'd ya learn how to make drinks?"

Toga smiled brightly and giggled, "Vines."

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Bakugou knew this was bad. And stupid. And possibly fatal. But especially dangerous, whether he was breathing in air or suffocating on dirt six feet under. Actively seeking out Deku and his stupid boy band of villains is definitely asking Satan himself for a death wish. He left UA a bit earlier than the normal dismissal time, signing himself out and texting his mom as he left to not wait up for him when dinner rolls around. When she responded with a couple question marks and some un-mother-like harsh language, he turned off his sound and vibrations for notifications. At least she read the message.

He started to retrace his steps once he got closer to where Deku had disappeared from; searching around the old park they used to play in as kids, around the small library where they checked out All Might books, to the last place where he swore he heard Deku: the alleyway by that old pub.

He remembered the last time he was there the trashcans were laying sideways and trash bags littered the floor carelessly. The pipes from the two buildings were broken and cracked sharply, the paved cement flooring quickly becoming more and more of walking on eggshells. When he approached the alley, he noticed it was clean. The trash containers were upright and covered, the heavy trash bags from before long gone. The piping that littered haphazardly around the expanse of the way was removed, not even little forgotten pieces can be seen.

Bakugou coughed behind his fist, disbelieving. "What the shit?" His voice echoed at the same whispered pitch against the two brick walls, a small shiver ran down Bakugou's spine, slightly fearful at the situation.

He noticed there was a door leading into the inside of the abandoned pub and he quietly moved closer to it, pocketing his phone after making sure it won't make any sudden noises. He heard faint shouting from the other side of the rusting door, and he hid behind a wide trashcan.

The door opened with a loud creak and a tall man stepped outside. He recognized it as the same guy accompanying Deku at the mall. Dab? Dabi? Bakugou tried to remember his name. Dabi sniffed at the mucky air surrounding the alleyway and scoffed. "Hey, Bunny! If you let me tag along on one of the next calls, I'll make sure I'll do your cleaning chores for the rest of the week! Shark week's happening soon, you know how she gets!"

Bakugou held in a sharp gasp when he heard the man approach his trashcan, while trying to figure out what that "shark week" comment meant. Who's "she"? Another thought passed his mind before he can shove it away to wonder about it later. He heard the feet stop and the man dropped something heavy in front of the trashcan before moving back to the open door to hear a faint "Fuck you Dabi!" from Bunny. (Who sounded more and more like Deku, from what he remembers that burnt-up licorice Twizzler called him that.) The door creaked closed with a soft slam and Bakugou relaxed in his crouched position.

After a few minutes of silence, Bakugou crawled around to stand up. When he did, he was face-to-face with Dabi, who was looking down and smirking at the blonde teen. "Well, well, well. Another blonde boy falls under my watch. Whatcha want, kid?"

Bakugou gulped, completely aware that he does indeed have a death wish. And it seems like Dabi is the Grim Reaper.