Click.
Katsuki stared at the end call screen then chucked his phone.
Fuck.
~The End
Their trial's penned for the following weeks.
Maybe a few charges will stick, nobody expects them all too.
But a few is a start, and that’s good enough for now.
Kaminari mock-saluted. “Yes, sir!”
Kirishima’s smile turned dark as Kaminari and Mina fled the room. /Let them all be afraid./
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Yeah… he’s silent in his thoughts as he looks at the villain behind the glass, but… yeah. He knows.
/Whelps,/ a distant part of his mind groaned. /So full… so plump… with our seed…/
He knew then and there that he had whelped his mate.
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“… Not as blind anymore.” Midoriya only has to 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯 and Bakugo’s throwing a cookie at him “shut the fuck up, Deku.”
/I have to end this./
He would end it—one way or another.
Now he just needed a plan.
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He couldn’t afford to let Dynamite distract him. Not now. Not ever. He /owned/ the bastard, not the other way around.
Things needed to stay that way.
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Katsuki was barely conscious enough to see it torn in half by the shadowy, crimson figure. Then everything went black.
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Katsuki sent a single word across their bond: /Come./
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Both men look at each other, Bakugo doesnt want suggest it, Kirishima can see it on his face, so he takes that bullet too "and if he's already gone?"
"...Just bring him home."
"You're... you're not mad at me, for Bakugo?"
"Like I said before, Kiego. I will always have complete, unshakable faith in your choices, that will never change."
Their civilian is a quirkless feline heteromorph.
Who... he's pretty sure he recognises.
Bakugo hugs him.