Heavy rain hitting the bus. A sweeping sensation under the bus. All of A-1 UA students hurling though windows of the bus, being catapulted out down to the Clift. Mayhem. '

Bakugo awoke in shock, his shoulder popped out of socket. He screamed in pain, but managed to hold it back behind his teeth. He felt dazzled and confused, wondering exactly what happened. He cracked his neck, feeling a little blood running down his hairline. He sighed, looked to his right, then his left where he seen Deku sprawled out on his stomach. In shock, he quickly turned him over to find him covered in blood, muddy and his right leg broken.

"Damn it Deku! You break your leg all the time using your quirk, but you can't survive a fall like this? Tch, pathetic." Bakugo griped.

He realized that Deku was unconscious at that moment. He poked, slapped and pinched him. Worried about the elements and the pouring rain, he decided to hoist Deku on his back and find a place to rest up for the night. The darkness was hard to navigate through, and his legs began to get tired. Hours of walkin g and no sign of a place to find shelter, until he seen a hollowed out cave.

The water rushed paused and over the edge, and realized they would be nice and dry after a while. He set Deku down and started preparing a fire from the tree branches already provided by the elements in the cave. It didn't go too far back, but it was better than nothing. Once a fire was started he realized he needed to make a split for Deku's leg. Fashioning a split out of two study branches and shoe string, it was better than nothing. When he got a moment to sit back, he stared at Deku's face blankly in thought.

"Deku, you better not be seriously hurt. I can't keep luging your body around, not with my shoulder the way it is." He thought. He knew that he had to be mindful of the elements, and what might be lurking far beyond what he could see from the cave. Another thing on his mind was worrying about the others, and where they were, and if any of them were seriously hurt or killed. This chilled Bakugo, and he took sight at Deku again, upset that he had death ears to complain to.

"Deku, can you wake up, this is getting pretty boring." Bakugo snapped.

Nothing.

An hour passed and the thunderstorm didn't subside. He lifted his hand to feel Deku's tempature, and regardless of being next too the fire, he was cold to the touch. He quickly set Deku on his back and space out, not sure how to warm him up. His clothes were damp and his hair was soggy with mud. He used slightly radiating heat from his palms to heat Deku up from head to toe. To not overheat him, this took a while, but finally his clothes were dry and Deku wasn't at risk for hypothermia. With a loud sigh, he leaned against the cave wall, debating if infact Deku would ever wake up.

To be continued...