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Quirkless
This is a day Izuku never thought he would have seen.
He’s dead, he thought.
He’s dead and I’m too late.
But Bakugou was still breathing, he was still alive. Maybe that's worse.
Izuku knows Kacchan, knows what will happen now. Izuku knows that when - if - Katsuki is gonna wake up he’s gonna be pissed.
He’s gonna scream and shout and he’s gonna try to explode something - or someone, probably Izuku. Except he won’t be able to.
Deku was the one to find him, half buried under debris, blood smeared all over his black tank top, darkening the color, if it was even possible. He didn’t notice the bullet hole in his chest until he had handed him over to the paramedics.
He didn’t understand what had happened until he went under surgery and they came back with that damn bullet in a plastic bag.
“Police will need it as evidence” they said, giving it to him.
He didn’t realize it was one of those bullet.
He didn’t because his mind refused to grasp that now Bakugou was quirkless.
Izuku sighed and leaned against the uncomfortable plastic chair.
