Chapter Forty Nine

Tuesday came and hit Bakugo and you hard, having little to no sleep after getting back to the dorms so late from the hospital, you sat on top of one of the front row desks, crowded by classmates. Everyone was instructed to come to class dressed in their hero gear, which caused a lot of excitement and curiosity.

Aizawa walked in, appearing to be just as tired as you. He didn't give your class the run around, he got right down to the point asking if everyone felt comfortable with their shooting training. You furrowed your brows hearing this.

Everyone agreed they were comfortable with what they learned.

"Good." Aizawa nodded, "Let's go." The popular teacher than got up, exiting the room.

"Where are we going?" Kaminari wondered hopping beside the popular teacher. Bakugo placed a hand on your lower back, guiding you through the flood of students trying to get into the hallway.

"(y/n)-" Mina turned your attention off the warm hand on the back of your jacket. "-how is GunHead doing?"

"He will be fine." You reply. "He's loving the attention."

"What time did you guys get back?" Momo wondered, "After we heard what happened we tried staying up for you, but we all passed out on the couches."

"It was late." Bakugo responds, he turned to his side but stopped seeing you weren't there. He spun around, instant panic filled him. He saw you had stopped, staring at the Class 1-A door, not realizing your class was moving away.

"(y/n)-" Bakugo's voice gained the attention of the class. "-hey..." He reached your side, eyes flickering up at the door, recalling the video footage and hearing puzzles words finally connected all the dots.

"We didn't say any of that stuff." Mina faced you, you turned your head, realizing the class had walked over, Aizawa hung back knowing this was something you needed to hear.

"None of it." Momo shook her head, promising you with her whole heart. "We would never say those horrible things!"

"Yeah!" The class eagerly agreed.

"We never got paid-" Todoroki stepped forward. "-anything to be around you."

"We would do it for free!" Sero called causing another wave of agreement to sprout from the crowd. You turned from them, brows pulling together closing your eyes you could hear the echos of the words which haunted your nightmares.

"(y/n)-" Bakugo's deep voice caused your heart to skip, he placed two fingers under your chin, making you look up at him, pulling away from the scarred claws keeping their grip on you. "-come on-" He took your hand in his, "-we have a class to get to." Midoriya, Kirishima and Kaminari frowned, eyes locked on how Bakugo's fingers laced together with yours.

Outside the school the vivid color of the world causes you to stumble, Bakugo smirked, tightening his grip not letting you fall. Feeling unsure of your hand in his, you gazed ahead, spotting the line of brightly yellow school buses with a black van parked in front of them.

"All right-" Aizawa calls once everyone was beside the buses. "-today we are going to be joining a covert operation sponsored by the HPSC, Deika City has officially been taken over by villains."

Kirishima locked eyes with Midoriya, the shock written over their faces made your eyes roll. Ochaco raised her hand,

"Mr. Aizawa, why are we joining this operation, doesn't it seem like this is something the Pros should take care of?"

"Because the heroes we would have sent to deal with this are no longer in commission."

"Who are the crazy fucks who would willingly deal with a city full of villains?" Kaminari muttered, looking at Sero.

"The Seven Bullets." Aizawa answered, all eyes fell to you, arm resting in your sling while the other was still being held by Bakugo.

"You all will be placed on teams for this assignment, once you hear your team step on the bus-"

"Wait-" Mina held her arms out, "-if we are headed to a place swarming with villains then why is (y/n) going!? She can't fight right now, she's too weak!"

Your eyes flicked to her, what the fuck did she just say?

"We have taken her condition into consideration." Aizawa replied, you frowned, Bakugo smirked feeling you tense. They were talking as if you were a piece of furniture, a broken piece of glass. Bakugo softly gazed down at you, the thing about broken glass was...when you tried to clean it up, it slices you open.

"But-" Mina argued.

"The first team will consist of (y/n), Bakugo, Midoriya and Todoroki-" Aizawa called, Bakugo held his cocky smirk, finally he got to be on a team with you! The other three were thrilled, "-and Shiro."

"Sh-Shiro!?" Just then the door to the black SUV opened, the class turned but no one exited the vehicle, their attention flickered around the area, confused.

Your eyes went wide but it was too late, you felt someone grab a handful of the material of your jacket, pulling you upward off your feet. Ripping your hand away from Bakugo you twisted, gripping their shoulders you jumped over them, feet firmly planted on the ground behind them, using all your strength, ignoring the sting in your arm you threw them over your shoulder.

They were a blur, pulling your gun you fired three shots following the figure. The gunshots sent jolts through your classmates, they jumped around, confused and some scared. Before Bakugo could react, a silver column came sprinting in your direction, your leg didn't allow you to dodge it.

Your eyes glowed yellow, feeling the shadow beneath you, you fell through the cool shadow as the column flew into the school bus, setting off the alarm and shattering the windows. Your classmates ducked for cover,

"Ha-Ha-" The low mild amusement chuckle turned the class around, heart in their throats. You stood beside Shiro; gun pressed firmly against his temple. He sported a similar hero uniform as you, his arm fused into a large shield, Kirishima's lips parted as his arm morphed back into an arm.

"That's so cool." Kirishima whispered, feeling amazed.

"-it's ok Aizawa-" Shiro smirked under his medical mask. "-she's cleared to go."

"Th-This was a test-!?" Mineta choked, "-we could have died!"

Shiro glanced over to you, his smirk never leaving his lips.

"Your performance was just ok, B- tops."

Your eyes narrowed, pulling your gun away from his head, once the barrel aimed at his thigh you pettily pulled the trigger.

"Ah-!" Shiro shouted, instantly holding his leg as you walked in Aizawa's direction.

"Oops-" You shrugged. "-my finger slipped."

"Your finger doesn't slip-!" Shiro snapped back, plucking the nero dart from his leg.

"I know." You smirked, walking up to Aizawa. "I don't need a babysitter." You stated, knowing that's why Shiro was here.

"Ha-!" Shiro laughed, head throwing itself back as he limped over. "-weren't you the one who got their ass handed to them at some hotel of all places!?"

Aizawa frowned, he didn't bring Shiro in to agitated and egg you on. Bakugo snatched your sling off the ground, walking towards where you stood beside Shiro, ready to tear him to shreds.

"Aren't you late for some early bird special?" You retorted, leaving the class once again stunned, they hadn't expected you to reply.

"I-I'm not that much older than you!" Shiro snapped back, following as you made your way to the bus that hadn't been damaged, you muttered something under your breath Shiro couldn't quite catch.

"What was that?" Shiro growled, leg still on fire.

"See-" You looked over your shoulder. "-you already need hearing aids."

"You little brat!" Shiro ranted, stepping onto the bus.

"Well..." Aizawa blinked, scratching his chin. That didn't go as planned, but not as bad as he expected. "...the other teams are as followed-"

Team 1: Bakugo, (y/n), Midoriya, Todoroki, Shiro

Team 2: Mina, Toru, Sero, Jiro

Team 3: Momo, Mineta, Fumikage, Shoji

Team 4: Koda, Sato, Kirishima, Kaminari, Aoyama

Team 5: Ojiro Ochaco, Ida, Asui

Bakugo was thrilled, an hour-long bus ride with you by his side sounded like a great time. He pictured your head against his shoulder while you peacefully slept, his hand returning in-between yours, he couldn't wait.

"Mr. Aizawa-" camie raised her hand, "-you didn't call my name."

"I know." Aizawa turned, "You didn't finish your training with GunHead and (y/n), so you will be accompanying Class B today."

"What-!?"

Kirishima grinned, hoping to nag a seat next to you, it would be nice to catch up after all this time. You seemed to be a bit more mellow than before, maybe it was because of the drugs but still! Todoroki had the same idea, wishing to 'catch-up' or whatever that meant to him.

Midoriya followed Bakugo onto the bus, he also wanted to sit beside you who would be stuck in a single place for a whole hour. The greenetts eyes fell to the grass, he still hadn't really talked to you since your return...did you even know his mother, and All Might were married which...technically made you two siblings. Midoriya pulled his lips together, considering your track record with siblings this could go either way...he gulped.

At the time, you were believed to have passed away. Midoriya grieved the loss, and when his mother married All Might, he never had to accept and deal with the fact you were technically his stepsister, he never had to fight these feelings before now...

Bakugo stepped into the aisle of the bus and instantly froze, Shiro sat beside you, arms crossed over his chest.

"What the hell!?" Bakugo growled, muscles tensing. Shiro hummed, lazily opening an eye looking at the blond.

"Something wrong shortcake?"

"Shortcake!?" Bakugo was frazzled, tiny explosions going off in his hands as Midoriya nervously pushed him forward trying to calm him down.

"Shortcake?" You raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah-" Shiro gave an upward nod, "-like strawberry shortcake, cuz' of his eyes."

"Are you on drugs too?" You wondered.

"They gave me great shit!" Shiro laughed causing you to shake your head with a smile hidden under your mask. "What the hell are they thinking?" You muttered, "Sending two drugged up heroes to a fight?"

"Ah-" Shiro waved, "-we have been in fights way worse off." Shiro reached his hand out waiting for you to take what he was holding. You held out your hand, he placed the three bullets he caught on your palm.

"Touché." You murmured, running your tongue along your teeth. "Have you found those old shoes you lost yet?" You pulled your gun, removing the clip to place the bullets back inside the magazine.

"No." Shiro replied, looking at you. "I haven't had any luck yet."

"That sucks."

"It sure does."

"Are they seriously talking about shoes right now?" Kirishima whispered, looking at Bakugo who simmered in the seat behind you.

"Who fucking knows!" Bakugo looked out the window as the rest of his class piled into the bus as their teams were called out, his crimson eyes spotted Class B walking out of the school building.

"How did they already beat us!?" Monoma held an arm out.

"Let's just go-" Vlad grunted, "-you have your assignments."

"Oh, come on-!" Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu whined, causing Bakugo to smirk. "-they broke our bus!?"

The bus ride was mellow, low conversation filling the space. Bakugo slept glancing to the side of your face, staring out the window, your eyes expressionless. He knew your mind was miles away, and he hated it.

"Seems kinda reckless-" Shiro chirps up. "-to ship off a bunch of kids to do our job."

"Mm-" You hummed, glancing over Shiro's shoulder to view the giggling group. "-these aren't normal kids."

"How do you know that?" Shiro countered, "You were only with them a couple months."

"It was long enough." You sternly replied, Shiro nodded, knowing you well enough to allow the conversation to end there.