Bakugo

After the two vanished, I blinked, trying to process the scene that had just occurred. What plan had Dabi been talking about? Why did he need Deku? Why did Deku always have to play the damn hero?! I ran a hand through my hair, and pulled out my phone, trying to stay level-headed. I went to my contacts, and got on the groupchat, my fingers shaking as I typed. We have a fucking problem! I hit send, and almost instantly, everyone texted back, asking what was wrong, if I was ok, if Deku was ok. I told them what had happened, and some of them said they'd tell Aizawa, while others were on there way to me. I was trying to stay calm, I really was, but my mind wouldn't stop. What was Dabi planning? Why did he need Deku? Why did Deku always think he had to protect us? Why hadn't I protected Deku better? As the minutes passed, I paced around the room, waiting anxiously.