《Growing Old》Malfunction
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It was the middle of the night. Or, well, very early in the morning. The sun still had many hours to wait to come up, and the stars shone bright as the moon. Bakugo and Izuku were asleep, as was everyone else in Japan, besides some night shift heroes like Tokoyami. It had been quite the busy month for heroes, solving mysteries and stopping crimes.
Izuku was asleep on his side, Bakugo asleep on his stomach with one arm wrapped around the greenette. Crickets made noise outside their window, owls hooting in the distance. It was very peaceful.
The greenette jerked upright, breathing heavily as Bakugo's arm fell from his side. He looked around, finding him in their room and not in the void where he could see the past users of One for All. He took a deep breathe, getting up and going to the kitchen. He grabbed a glass, filling it up with water. He chugged it down, the cool substance putting him at ease.
But, his emotions changed when his quirk activated on its own. The glass broke as it smashed to the floor, which Izuku was now kneeling on. He grunted, a burning sensation flowing through his body as teal sparks flowed around him.
"Come... on, Izuku." Izuku begged to himself. "Deactivate it!"
The tiled floor beneath him began cracking, and Black Whip had activated from his arms, grabbed the counters and even him. Izuku's eyes turned fully white glowing as the teal sparks flung out of his eyes.
He screamed, the pain being unbearable as he was held to the ground by his own quirks. With that, Bakugo came running into the room, stopping upon seeing his lover like that. He pulled out his phone, dialing Todoroki, Uraraka, All Might, and Inko. He then also called a medical team, being told to stay away from Izuku until they arrived.
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"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!" Bakugo cried out, his phone then being whacked out of his hand by the black tendril of black whip.
Izuku thrashed, his back arching to try and avoid the burning sensation. Bakugo couldn't take it. He flung his body at Izuku, wrapping him in a hug as he tried pulling Black Whip away from him. But it was no use as he was flung into the side of the wall, which crumbled upon impact.
Another scream from the greenette and half of their home came tumbling down. Todoroki and Uraraka showed up in an instant, Uraraka pulling Bakugo away and Todoroki going in to detain Izuku.
A medical team also arrived, along with All Might and police. Todoroki did his best to get Izuku, but was kept getting hit. The police moved forward, Uraraka too.
Bakugo watched with tears streaming down his face as All Might held him in a hug. Inko showed up, crying for her baby and froze upon seeing his condition.
"Get me close!" A doctor yelled. "I can put him to sleep which will deactivate his quirk!"
Uraraka floated through doctor up, as well as herself, and maneuvered them to Izuku. Todoroki has a tight hold on him, getting punched and kicked with a new bruise forming after each one. Uraraka got the doctor close, who then injected a serum into his arm. A minute later, Izuku fell limp and his quirk deactivated.
Bakugo watched Izuku get carried to some paramedics and pulled into the ambulance, which was waiting for him, All Might, and Inko. He breathed, something he hadn't been doing when watching his fiancée in a troublesome spot. He looked at their crumbled home, then to Inko, who was crying next to her unconscious son.
"Young Bakugo." All Might said, gathering his attention. "Don't worry about your home, I'll arrange for a new one for you and Young Midoriya."
"And we'll clear this place up." Uraraka informed, pulling the blonde in for a hug.
Todoroki nodded, "Dont worry. Just go watch over Midoriya."
Bakugo nodded, going to the ambulance with All Might.
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