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[Bakugou was taking a break from his normally strict routine to blow off the steam, checking out an arcade on his way home from work. The only issue was that the game he was wanting to try was blocked by this asshole. Something about them seemed kind of familiar...]

Move and let someone else fucking play.

[As soon as he heard the voice, Shigaraki's eyes widened, and he cursed to himself. Of course Bakugou would just bump into him. This could be bad, but it would be more suspicious if he just ignored everything. Thankfully the cabinet was popular enough that there were plenty of hostages around he could grab should things go south.]

There's a second player side. Why not force me off?

[Bakugou froze. For several days, he had been forced to listen to that obnoxious, bratty voice drone on and on. How badly he had wanted to blow him the fuck up. His pupils narrow, and he just stares at the bastard in shock, that familiar, constant anger that had gotten so much worse after the fact burning his insides up to his arms and down to his hands.

This bastard was here and alive. This fucking NEET ass motherfucker was playing games while All Might was forced to retire and his shitty hair-gel loving mentor had been severely injured.

And he was just. Fucking playing games.

He's sick to his stomach with fear, and before he knows it--before he can even think--his hand has somehow moved from his side to the wall of the arcade game and there's a loud boom, and screaming as the machine blows up in an explosion. It's amazing he was able to control it.]

Die.

[Luckily All for One had trained him for situations like this, and in this world he was just another random dude trying to make his way in the world. Nobody had caught him yet, and nobody could prove anything yet. He did his best to act just like the other sheep, shrieking and shrinking away from the explosion. Thankfully he was fast enough to know what was coming, and got out of the way.]

The hell is going on!? Get this guy away from me!

[He-

Fuck. Bakugou stands still in shock, the panicked voices of the other gamers deafening.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"I'm calling the cops."

"Who is this monster?!"

And then...normally, he's good at tuning them out, but then some well-meaning girl about his age starts to approach Shigaraki.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

And she's reaching out for him and Bakugou forces himself to move, the words that had died in his throat rekindled as he screams, voice cracking.]

GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HIM!

[He shoves her rather violently to the side before she can make contact, his palm crackling and accidentally burning her shoulder. She screams. He's reached up for Shigaraki's collar to try and pull him down to his height, hissing.]

I'll kill you, I'll fucking kill you and murder you for what you did you bastard, you're going to die, fucking die, die, die...

[This was too easy. The brat was making this entirely too easy. Just one boom was all it took and the victim becomes the one in power. Something Bakugou never saw. Something he could never see. He was too busy obsessing with brute force that he couldn't see how to truly win. Now that he was the victim, anything he did would be considered self defense. Something he was going to drive home as he's pulled face to face with Bakugou, lowering his voice to a whisper, so that only Bakugou could hear.]

Welcome to the league, Katsuki Bakugou.

[He took a swing with an open palm directed at Bakugou's face, raising his voice once more.]

I said get away from me! Somebody help!

[ "Welcome to the league, Katsuki Bakugou."

And just like that, his whole world stops. His surroundings fade and he just centers in on the face before him, those dead, delusional eyes, and then his hand comes up toward him and he just.

There's a bigger explosion.

It's louder this time, aimed at one target, but it still flares out and damages the building. There's screaming. Someone's crying. Luckily the crowd had started to move away in fear rather than help, but someone's leg got pinned down in the explosion. Bakugou stares in fear. It had been his fault. This was his fault.]

[Thankfully, he'd already grabbed the front of his hoodie. One good tug was all it needed to fall apart. It'd be easy to replace, but the good news was he only had minor burns on his chest and stomach while the building was ready to fall apart. He ran from Bakugou, dragging his hand on as much wall as possible. He wanted to bring this place down and pin it all on Bakugou. Words had failed to turn Katsuki like the rest of the league was convinced it would. No, now he was doing things his way. He wouldn't give Bakugou a choice, but when he'd hit rock bottom, he'd be there for Bakugou.]

[And just like that... he vanished in the crowd.]

[People were screaming and running away from him as the building collapsed.]

Get back here, bastard.

[An explosion flares out, sending him flying in Shigaraki's direction.]

DON'T FUCKING RUN AWAY FROM ME!

[A cloud of dust gets in his face as part of the ceiling falls down and then he's gone. Bakugou stops in place while everything falls down. He knows he should move. Get the fuck out. You can't fight and murder if you're dead.]

[Bulla's on her break and picking up some food when she hears explosions coming from the arcade. That alone is enough to get her attention. Then she sees that the building itself looks like it's crumbling. What's more, she can sense Bakugou's ki nearby (which explains the explosions, though not why he'd be throwing them around that much in an arcade).

She flies in over the heads of fleeing civilians, arriving just in time to catch a big chunk of the roof falling down before it hits Katsuki and a nearby civilian who seems to have been knocked over and injured by the panicking crowds.]

Katsuki! Grab that person and get out! I'll meet you in a minute.

[There's another big chunk of roof about to fall on someone further away, and it's all she can do to shift the big chunk to one hand and fire off a ki blast to break up the debris so that it doesn't fall directly on them.]

[He's boiling in his own rage. All of this had happened because he was still too fucking weak to stop it.

A familiar voice snaps out of it. He glances her way--his hair is still that shitty murky shade of green from the whole blue disaser--and then he looks at the civilian. Their eyes are wide in fear.]

Tch.

[Without asking, he scoops up the person who struggles in a panic "He's going to kill me! Please, help!", and flies out of the building so Bulla can get out too, dropping the person and landing in a roll as he watches it collapse into dust. He races forward to go back in in case she's still in there.]

[It's at this point that it occurs to her that she should work on getting better at sensing ki as part of her training with Trunks. It would come in handy for locating people. She flies the big chunk of roof she's carrying and dumps it to the side of the building when she sees that nobody is there, then heads back in to search for civilians.

She coughs. The dust is everywhere, but she wants to find any civilians who might be trapped, so after a coughing fit, she shouts out.]

HEY! IF ANYONE'S STILL IN HERE, YELL! I'LL COME GET YOU!

[He hears Bulla coughing and so far no one's responded. He starts searching the other corner of the building, lifting debris one chunk at a time. He could demolish it, but if anyone is trapped there would be the risk of hurting them even more.]

Blue Hair! Get the fuck out, I can hear you from over here!

What if someone's unconscious? I can't just leave them.

[She's coughing again, because man that's a lot of dust, but she's not leaving until she's positive everyone got out safely.]

I'll keep looking, just-- Fuck! I got it covered!

[Rescue missions aren't his specialty, but he has to do something right.]

How about you take the left side of the building and I'll take the right? We can search faster if there's two of us. If someone's pinned under anything really heavy, it's better if we both move it rather than just one of us, anyway.

[The pieces might crumble partway through and drop on the person again, after all. She's not leaving, but she's not going to treat him like a person in need of rescue.]

Since you're the paramedic in training, you're the one who they're going to listen to more when it comes time to call an ambulance. You've probably learned more than me when it comes to figuring out if someone's got a spinal injury.

[He thinks he hears sirens. He starts moving without acknowledging her words for a little while, pulling out a small flashlight to use once he's removed enough debris.]

They're not going to want to listen to me.

[No one's there (at least), so he moves on.]

Well, you're the eyewitness, so they should.

[Bulla's using her ki for a light instead, holding a little glowing ball in her hand.]

So...what happened here, anyway? I was outside about to go and pick up some food on my lunch break and then I heard explosions and saw the arcade coming down.

[It's probably still not safe to be in here, but at least the parts of the ceiling that are going to come down have already done so.]

[When work was over, Bridget head over to some arcades for fun. Gaming help improve his quick reactions when fighting, and plus they were fun. It was when he heard some good loud buzz, someone reached a higher score! Of course Bridget had to check it out. The nun boy peered from behind the strange man curiously.]

Woah!

[That was indeed a high score! On a shooting range! Why was he holding the gun like that? Oh well, maybe that was the trick or something.]

That high. Hey, hey! Need a hand?

[:D]

[He doesn't even glance away from the game as Bridget addresses him. Compared to games that were made to accommodate people with quirks, this was nothing. Almost boring really.]

Of course I don't. I'm fine.

[Orihime came as soon as she heard Bulla's call. She doesn't know the extent of Katsuki's involvement, only that he's there and so is Bulla. She's on patrol, but in a completely different part of the city, which means she has to get there on taxi.]

[Maybe she should be a bike cop, she thinks as she sits in the back seat, mind restless. The urgent tone of Bulla's voice... What could have happened?]

[The taxi pulls up and Orihime emerges, having paid her fare. She's more than a little shocked to see just how damaged the arcade is, and she bolts forward at once. She can see a few people huddled across the street nursing injuries...one holding their arm at a funny angle, another bleeding from a cut on the forehead...and Orihime immediately dispatches Ayame and Shun'ou to enclose them in a dome of gold light to heal them while she looks for her two friends.]

[Fortunately, teal and swamp green hair are pretty easy to pick out of a crowd, even with all of this debris and dust.]

Bulla-chan! Murder-sama!

[She runs toward them, but she's not smiling.]

Are either of you hurt?

[Orihime's head turns toward the building. She's sure they must have evacuated everyone, but she's opening her spiritual senses just in case there's a soul in there who got missed.]

[Bulla's glad that she called both Orihime and Satou while searching for people. This probably isn't going to look good for Katsuki, so best to have a couple of Deputy-Guardians who will be sympathetic to his situation rather than just throwing the book at him.]

We've both breathed in a lot of dust which probably isn't great for our lungs. I'm okay other than that.

[She's not entirely sure about Katsuki, aside from knowing that he was still in good enough condition to carry an injured civilian out of the building without straining himself.]

Die!

[Bakugou is trying to clear some of the dust, to no avail. His gaze goes to Orihime and he pauses for a moment before he starts searching again, keeping his distance.]

I'm fine. Start searching for survivors, Fire Hair.

[He doesn't want to get close after what happened.]

Katsuki-san!!

[Satou is, likewise, very worried about how bad this looks for her friend. She arrives via flight and lands carefully among the rubble. While she sees Orihime healing and Bulla already working on the search, Satou carefully directs her magic to clear some dust. She doesn’t want her friends to get sick.]

Are you guys okay? What happened!?

[Nothing seems amiss with Katsuki's intentional distance; maybe if he ordinarily ran up to Orihime with big moist eyes and excited noises she'd find the standoffish behavior strange, but...]

[She nods to him, and wisely decides to just keep it to herself that she's already searching. She can feel the bright reiatsu of Bulla, strong and hot and fierce, and Katsuki's to a lesser degree. Beyond that, there are just scattered blips of normal souls, none of them in the building.]

It's clear. I'm not detecting any other souls in the building.

[That's a relief. It's already a tense situation, she wouldn't want to make it worse by showing she can revive the dead. She turns at the sound of a girl's voice, and it takes her a moment to recognize Satou now that she's conscious. Ah, the one who healed Aizawa!]

I'm not sure yet. I just got here. What about you guys, were either of you here to see how this started?

[The group of people she was healing seems to be okay, touching their healed wounds with puzzled expressions on their faces. Orihime dismisses the shield, and they wander off, confused but eager to get away.]

[...She should have asked them for witness accounts. Darn it, she's not very good at this deputy stuff yet!]

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[She's grateful for that dust being cleared away. She's still coughing from breathing so much dust in.]

I was just passing by on my break at work when I heard explosions and saw the place starting to come down...so I flew in and caught the roof. Katsuki was already here. We evacuated people together after that.

[She'll spare Katsuki's pride by not mentioning that the roof was about to come down on him and squash him.]

I don't know how it all started. Oh! Um, also, I didn't get a very good look at it, but on that side of the building, there was a lot of damage and no scorch marks.

[She points to the wall that Shigaraki destroyed.]

I was focused on the civilians, but we should take some pictures of the damage now that we know they're safe. Um...we should probably follow those civilians, too.

[No one's here? Good. Then he can fucking get this over with. He makes his way over, shooting Bulla a grim look as she coughs.]

I did this. I saw a villain from my world and I- I tried to murder him. I took a few machines down and while everyone was distracted he took down the rest of the building. If you're going to arrest me, just fucking do it. The sooner you do, the sooner I can kill him.

[Satou watches the three of them briefly, then returns to work. Fortunately she has been taking full advantage of her work resources and already has a camera on her person, so begins taking pictures of the scene. Bulla’s comment about a lack of scorch marks is noted, and recorded in the photographs.

Hearing Bakugou mention a second person, Satou lowers the camera.]

If you’ll excuse me, Deputy Orihime... Let’s see if I can prove that. [She will leave the question of arrest up to Orihime, but she won’t let Bakugou go to jail as the sole person responsible for this. Satou closes her eyes so they can’t see her eyes glow an eerie shade of red as she uses her magic: It’s emotion based and typically turns emotions into magic. Because of that, she’s able to make the emotional residue around the scene glow in two shades of pink. Since the NPCs have weaker life signs in her field of magic, it’s only the residue of recent pendent beaters that shows up.]

Haaah... Can someone take a picture with my camera? I can’t make it glow forever... You should be able to see how many pendent beaters have been here and where they were most emotional... [Provided that Bakugou’s murderous feelings don’t outshine everyone else.] If he’s telling the truth, I think you’ll see two colours.

[For just a moment, there's open shock on Orihime's face. And for an even briefer moment...there's disappointment. She doesn't think Katsuki is lying, or taking on more responsibility than he should. He knows what he did. And he knows the consequences all too well. She turns her head to look at the building. She'd just asked Aizawa if Shigaraki could do something like that, and now she knows. She just wishes she could have found out about this a different way.]

[There's a strong possibility that this villain is still close by, watching them all to see what they choose to do. So, in the few seconds it takes for Orihime to sort out her thoughts and feelings, she's quickly changed her expression to a big sunny smile.]

I get to make my first arrest! This is definitely a landmark. Eeto...I don't have any handcuffs, though...

[She makes a show of patting her skirt and the pockets of her hoodie.]

It's okay if I just put a hand on your shoulder, ne? And you can put on a guilty look and say 'Curses, foiled again!'

[She has to keep up the appearance of someone who can be written off and underestimated, if Shigaraki really is watching them. But also, more selfishly, it helps to hide the twisting feeling in her gut. All this time she didn't really take Bakugou seriously with all his yelling and anger about murder. She should have been paying more attention to his real feelings instead of just thinking he was hilarious.]

[Bulla grabs the camera from Satou and begins taking pictures. She's determined to collect as much evidence as possible, because she can only provide eyewitness testimony from when she arrived. The civilians looked scared of Bakugou, which means they might not have anything to say in his favour. They might even blame him for all of this if they don't get enough proof.

She's able to see two different shades of pink and snaps pictures of them from different places in the room while speaking.]

The villain you saw...is he the one who attacked your school?

[This is important to make clear with two Deputy Guardians present, so she annunciates despite her throat beginning to grow hoarse from all the coughing and dust inhalation.

Her eyes are itching, too, and really, the instant she gets home, she's having a long shower because she's got dust and bits of debris almost everywhere. All over her face, in her hair, down her shirt...it's uncomfortable and gross, and it's only the gravity of the situation that keeps her from voicing any complaints. That guy just endangered the lives of a lot of people for the sole purpose of messing with Katsuki. Aizawa was right. This villain is not the kind you can take on with raw strength.

She takes a few final pictures before passing the camera back to Satou.]

[He sees the shock. Honestly, he's familiar enough with it by now that he usually tunes it out. But when it's someone he tolerates, it stings more like an accident with his quirk. He averts his eyes, letting them discuss everything, until Orihime speaks up again.] Don't touch me.

[It's a warning, but he nods when Bulla asks him about Tomura.]

He's a childish prick with a fragile ego. He's been targeting the UA since the beginning of the year.

[When she’s not so focused on the scene, Satou will chuck some pink handcuffs at Bakugou. For now, she has her eyes closed until she feels Bulla return the camera. Satou then opens her eyes, which are still glowing an eerie shade, so she can look at the magic residue herself.

So the second signature I picked up is that person... I don’t feel them around right now. They must have escaped the scene.

[She frowns.] I’m sorry... I don’t know this heart well enough to track it. I can’t help there. [The glowing begins to fade, as the emotional residue has been burnt up.] For now, let’s have Bakugou-san return to the station with Deputy Orihime. [Her gaze darts between Bakugou and Bulla,] And take Bulla-chan too, maybe? Are you okay with that, Bulla-chan? You probably need official statements from them, right, Deputy Orihime?

Murder-sama, I have to do my job! I don't want to...

[There's a pair of handcuffs. They're pink and sparkly and she feels sick to her stomach looking at them. She doesn't want to put those on her friend. Her throat is tight as she stoops to pick them up, and she stands there for a moment because she needs time to will her hands not to shake when she extends them to Katsuki.]

One...one of us needs to interview witnesses, and I can't...we have to go to the office, so...

So...multiple attacks, then.

[Bulla looks at the handcuffs, and around at all of her friends. There's an uncomfortable tension in the air, and she decides to do what she can to diffuse it by presenting a different option.]

I think we can trust Katsuki to be cooperative as a key witness in the investigation. There's enough evidence that he's not responsible for the bulk of the damage. Property damage of a few arcade machines would be a fine and some community service at most, right? No point in arresting him until someone presses charges.

[She's glancing around once more. It's hard to tell if there were cameras or not before the roof came down, but...she really wants to be helpful.]

Might want to follow up with the arcade owner to find out if there were security cameras around here. Even if it's damaged, it's possible that they were uploading the feed wirelessly or something, so there might be something worth looking at saved remotely.

I don't care about the handcuffs! [Yes, he does.] Put them on, whatever, do your fucking job.

[He tries not to listen to them discuss his punishments, but he has nowhere else to go. It makes him sick.]

Do what you have to. Can I go now?

[Likewise, Satou refuses to look at Bakugou. She doesn’t want to see her friend arrested, even when she knows how necessary it is.]

I can conduct interviews and report them to your office, Deputy Orihime. I’ll have to report to Guardians Dante and Hikaru afterward...

[She looks at the building next, frowning at its condition.] When the investigation has concluded, I repair the damage here as well... [With a guilty gaze, she sneaks a look at Bakugou. She hates this so much. It makes her sick to not be able to treat him like an equal, but only able to treat him as a suspected civilian.]

[Right. Right...she has to do her job. This duty isn't one she wants, but it would be unfair to foist it off on Satou. She picks up the handcuffs and holds them tightly.]

That sounds good. Bulla-san, would you mind helping with the interviews? Once the dust settles, and if you can find it, I'd be grateful if someone could get a security camera. Stay close by one another. We don't know where the villain went, so don't let him come back and get a sneak attack.

[She looks down at the handcuffs, takes a deep breath...and hands them back to Satou.]

Bakugou-san is turning himself in and going of his own free will. He manifests his quirk through his hands, so if the other culprit returns, I don't want to leave him defenseless. So for now, these won't be necessary.

[She takes out her communicator, tapping in the time of the arrest.]

We'll all meet up at Haller-san's office to compile the witness accounts and evidence.

Sure, I don't mind. Just give me a minute to call my boss. I don't want my coworkers wondering why I never came back after my break. Especially not when they knew I was headed in this direction.

[Anyone who saw her hold up the roof probably isn't going to mind answering questions that she might ask. She's kind of relieved by Katsuki not being handcuffed. Even if it's an arrest on record, publicly it can still let him look like he's going in as a witness instead. He probably feels bad enough about all of this as is.

She tries to dust herself off and smooth her hair as much as she can. It gets the bits of debris out of her hair and makes her look like slightly less of a disaster before she has to approach people.]

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