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Katsuki Bakugo was in his room, grumbling. His old hag, Mitsuki, had been treating him like a fragile brat ever since he'd gotten back from Kamino, and it was pissing him off. He was fine. He hadn't needed saving. He'd just been… waiting for an opening.
But his anger was hollow. It lacked its usual fire. He kept seeing it. That bastard Akaza, in the lodge's medical wing.
The same scene kept repeating in his head. Asura. The titan who had liquefied Muscular without blinking, the monster who had challenged the so-called 'All For One' and ignored All Might… was sitting on a stool, hunched over Rumi's unconscious body, his shoulders shaking.
He was crying.
Not just a few tears. He was broken, his head bowed, weeping into her bandaged hand like his whole world was ending.
The image had frozen Bakugo in place. It was a raw, private agony he knew he was never meant to see. The titan was just a kid. A kid who was terrified of losing the only person he gave a damn about.
He'd thought of his old hag. His old man. What if that had been one of them in that bed? What would he have done to the person responsible?
A new, cold, and heavy certainty had settled in his gut.
A knock on his door snapped him back to the present. "Katsuki," his mother's voice. It was… serious. Not her usual shriek.
"WHAT?!" he barked.
She opened the door, not flinching at his tone. She was holding a small slip of paper. "Your teacher, Aizawa, he… he gave me this before he left."
Bakugo looked at her, confused.
"He said you were good friends with that rabbit girl and her boyfriend," Mitsuki said, holding out the paper. "That's the address for Musutafu General. Room 305. He thought you might want to visit."
Bakugo stared at the paper. He thought of Akaza's tears, of Rumi's broken body.
He stood up, his voice uncharacteristically calm. "Got it."
He snatched the paper and brushed past her. Mitsuki watched him go, stunned by the lack of an explosion. "Katsuki? Are you… okay?"
He stopped at the top of the stairs. He didn't turn around. "...Thanks… for dealing with a prick like me all the time, Mom."
He walked down the stairs, leaving a completely shell-shocked Mitsuki in the hallway. He saw his father, Masaru, standing nervously at the bottom of the steps. Bakugo just looked at him and gave a short, sharp nod.
Masaru's eyes widened, and he nodded back, a small, proud smile forming on his face.
Mitsuki walked down, placing a trembling hand on her husband's shoulder. "D-Did you hear that?" she whispered. "He… he called me 'Mom'."
Masaru just nodded again, putting his arm around her. She buried her face in his chest, tears of pure, unadulterated happiness streaming down her face. Her brat… her little brat was finally growing up.
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Aizawa and All Might stood outside Room 305, the last stop on their list. They could hear the faint, steady beep of the heart monitor. They saw two figures sitting on a bench just down the hall, holding cups of coffee, their exhaustion radiating off them in waves. Kenji and Miriko Usagiyama.
Aizawa stepped forward, his expression grim. "Mr. and Mrs. Usagiyama. I'm Shota Aizawa, Rumi's homeroom teacher."
Miriko stood up. Her face was etched with sleeplessness, but her eyes were sharp.
"Ms. Usagiyama," Aizawa began, bowing his head deeply. "First of all, on behalf of U.A., please accept our deepest apologies for what happened. We--"
SLAP.
The sound was sharp, echoing in the sterile, quiet hallway. Aizawa's head snapped to the side, a red handprint already blooming on his cheek. All Might jolted, his skeletal form tensing.
"How dare you?" Miriko's voice was a low, trembling hiss of pure, condensed rage. "How dare you show your faces here after what happened?"
"Ms. Usagiyama, please…" All Might started, stepping forward.
"SHUT UP!" she shrieked, silencing the Symbol of Peace. "You think because we acted calm, because we didn't scream at the police, that we're fine?! You teachers… you were supposed to protect them! That was your one job! And you failed! You let those… things… get to our children. You let our daughter be broken to the point of death!"
Her gaze turned to Aizawa, her eyes full of venom. "And you! You let our boy, you let Akaza, do your job for you! He is a CHILD too! If he had been one second later… my baby would be gone! Snatched away from us forever because you weren't strong enough!"
She was openly weeping now, her body shaking with the force of her grief and rage.
"Ma'am, please, we understand your anger…" All Might tried again, his voice pained.
"ALL MIGHT."
This time, it was Kenji. He stood up slowly, his sheer size casting a shadow over the two heroes. He wasn't yelling. His voice was a dead, flat calm that was infinitely more terrifying. A faint, red aura, like heat haze, began to ripple off his shoulders.
The pressure in the hallway skyrocketed. All Might's eyes widened in shock. This wasn't just an angry father. This was power. True, top-tier power.
"I appreciate everything you've done for society," Kenji said, his voice a low growl. "But right now, you are not a hero. You are just a man who failed his students. So, I am asking you kindly to leave. Do not force me to use force, All Might. I don't care who you are. Leave. Now."
He turned to Aizawa. "If Rumi is willing to go back to U.A., we will contact Nezu directly. The same goes for Akaza. As far as we're concerned, we are their guardians now. This conversation is over."
Aizawa, his hand on his stinging cheek, just looked at the unmovable wall of paternal rage. He had never felt so utterly powerless. He gave a single, stiff nod.
"...We understand."
He and All Might turned and walked away, the sound of Miriko's quiet, broken sobs following them all the way to the elevator.
A few minutes later, Bakugo arrived on the floor. He spotted the two adults outside the room, the woman with rabbit ears, the mountain of a man beside her. They have to be her parents.
He took a deep breath, shoving his hands in his pockets, and walked over, doing his best to look respectful.
"Ahem. Hello, sir. Hello, ma'am," he said, his voice surprisingly formal. "I'm Katsuki Bakugo. I'm a classmate of Rumi and Akaza. I… I was wondering if I could see them."
Miriko and Kenji stared at him for a long, heavy minute. Then, Miriko's tired face blossomed into a wide, warm smile.
"Of course, dear! Please, sit. I'll go tell them you're here."
She slipped into the room, leaving Bakugo alone with the very scary-looking father. Kenji just stared at him, his gaze intense.
He's so fucking scary, Bakugo thought, his palms starting to sweat.
"You're the brat," Kenji finally said, his voice a low rumble. "The one who said he'd blast my little girl's ears off in middle school."
Bakugo's blood ran cold. He knows about that?!
Before he could stammer out an apology, Miriko reappeared, smacking Kenji hard on the back of the head. "Kenji! Stop scaring the poor kid! He came all this way to visit!"
Bakugo's eyes went wide. Kenji? His brain suddenly clicked, connecting the face, the name, the aura, the surname. Kenji… Usagiyama. Holy… holy shit. He's THE Kenji Usagiyama! The former Number Two Hero, 'Aura'! The guy who just... vanished! No wonder that surname sounded so familiar!
Kenji saw him staring. "The fuck you lookin' at, huh?" he grumbled, which earned him another slap from Miriko.
"Go on in, Katsuki," she said, her smile returning. "They're waiting for you."
Bakugo nodded dumbly and walked into the room.
Rumi was sitting up in the bed, her arm in a sling, her ribs taped, but her eyes were bright. She let out a loud whistle when she saw him.
"Well, I'll be damned," she cackled. "Not in a thousand years did I expect you to be the first one to show up, Blasty. Come to finish the job?"
"Shut up, Rabbit!" Bakugo snapped, his normal attitude returning. He saw Akaza in the corner, calmly peeling an apple with a small knife. "He didn't tell you, did he?"
Rumi's smile faltered. "Tell me what?"
Bakugo's eyes locked with Akaza's. This bastard. He was just going to let her think they were all still friends. He was protecting her... from them.
"Tch. Figures."
Just then, Miriko poked her head in. "Akaza, honey, could you come help me with these forms for a minute? My hands are shaking too much to write."
Akaza nodded, set the apple down, and followed her out, leaving Bakugo alone with Rumi. The door clicked shut.
"Katsuki," Rumi said, her voice suddenly cold, the playfulness gone. "Tell me what?"
Bakugo sighed, slumping into the chair Akaza had just left. "He missed a big chunk."
He told her everything. He told her about the common room, after she'd been taken to the medical wing. How Iida had called Akaza a villain. How Uraraka had called him a murderer. How Kaminari had called him a monster. And how Deku, her childhood friend, had been the one to agree, to preach about All Might and how Akaza's way was "wrong."
Rumi's face grew colder and harder with every word, her amber eyes turning to chips of ice.
"He told you how Shoto said 'give 'em hell,' right?" Bakugo asked. "Yeah. He mentioned that. That was… surprising," she said. "Tch. Well, that's not all. I told them they were all a bunch of fucking fakes."
Rumi's expression wavered. She looked at him, surprised. "...And what do you think, Katsuki?"
Bakugo recounted his speech from the lodge. He told her about seeing Akaza at the window, crying. He told her about his own realization. "I told Deku… if it was his mom, would he be talking about 'rules'? It's easy to say that shit when it's not your family on the line. He did what he had to do. He did what I would have done. He did what any of us should have done."
Rumi stared at him, the ice in her eyes melting, replaced by a soft, profound respect.
TING
Bakugo looked at his phone. A text from his mom. 'GET HOME. DINNER'S COLD.'
He stood up, shoving his phone in his pocket. "Gotta go. The old hag's gonna kill me."
He turned to leave. "Get well soon, Rabbit. It'll be boring as hell without you two around."
Just as he reached the door, Rumi's voice stopped him.
"Thanks, Katsuki."
He paused, looking back. Her face was serious. "For being a true friend. To him. And to me."
He just scoffed, his face heating up. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Don't make it weird." He slammed the door shut, leaving her alone in the quiet.
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The sun set over Musutafu. The city was healing. A new era, one without a Symbol of Peace, had begun.
In a hospital room, a girl with rabbit ears stared out the window, her expression hard and cold, her mind processing a betrayal far deeper than any villain's attack.
In a quiet suburban home, a boy with explosive hands ate dinner with his parents, for the first time, in comfortable silence.
In a dark office, a small, furred principal moved pieces on a chessboard.
And in his room, a green-haired boy stared at an All Might poster, his heart at war with itself.
The battle for Kamino was over. But for Class 1-A, the real fight, the one of ideals, loyalty, and what it truly meant to be a hero began.
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