Bakugo ran down the back stairs, his hand smoothly sliding across the railing. He hopped over the ledge and skipped a flight of stairs, landing hard on his ankles. He scrambled to his feet and ran over to the door. He stumbled out into the hallway. He looked to his right, then his left—a grey scarf turned the corner.
"There she is," he thought, getting himself together and hurrying down the hall. The clinking of the metal straps on his boots jingled as he walked; his glove caught on the corner, his fingertips pressing against a wall and swinging him around the bend. He saw her lift her arms to open the door.
"HEY, YOU!" his voice bellowed, echoing loudly against the metal of the lockers.
Anisa made a face as she looked over her shoulder, her expression softened slightly. He straddled forward before running toward her. "What the hell were you talking about—" He was now in front of her. "What happened to Tsuki?"
Anisa stared at him, and her bottom lip quivered slightly. "She's gone."
Bakugo's eyebrows twitched. "Huh?" He stepped back. "What are you saying?" He angrily jerked her shoulder with his hand. "Are you crying?"
Anisa sniffled and stepped back; Bakugo's hand fell to his side. "I don't know." She wiped under her eye with the back of her hand and added, "She was there and then she wasn't."
Bakugo clenched his hand into a fist, annoyed. "Explain." He spat, crossing his arms. "Tell me."
"She didn't tell you either?" Anisa asked, looking at him. "She left and didn't say anything to you?"
Bakugo didn't understand what she meant by that. "What are you saying?" he grunted, frustrated. "Shut the door." He shoved Anisa with his arm, slamming the door.
"Stop touching me," she muttered, holding her arms to her chest. "And I don't know myself."
"What were you in there asking AllMight about?"
Anisa made a face. "How do you know about that?" she asked, stepping away from him.
"How could I not? You were practically screaming," he rolled his eyes. "Just answer the question."
"Tsuki went missing about eight days ago," Anisa said, rubbing her arm. "It was the night you brought her home."
The nerves in Bakugo's hand twitched. "That night .."
Anisa looked away angrily. "At first I thought she was having a meeting with AllMight, and after school I expected her to be late because she's always training with you ..." Her voice trailed off. "That morning when she got ready for school, she looked so sad."
"Sad?" Bakugo tilted his head and furrowed his brows. "Sad about what?"
Anisa shrugged. "I thought maybe she got into a fight with you or something. I don't know—she felt so off."
"She felt off?" he repeated. "The hell is that supposed to mean?" He felt his chest grow heavy. "Off like she didn't feel well or.. something else?"
"She was acting weird," she stated with a throw of her arms. "I don't know how else to explain it. Her energy—or, like, her aura—felt so dark." She placed her hand on her forehead.
"Her aura? " he thought, panicked. "Did she lose control again? " He pondered with his chin on his fist, then looked over at Anisa again. "Is that it?" Bakugo asked, feeling hot. "Is that all she said to you?"
Anisa looked at him, as if reluctant to share more. "Do you know something?"
He grunted, staring at her. "Answer the damn question." He glared.
"She said her head was hurting," she continued with another shrug, "like she was in so much pain."
"Her head?" Bakugo queried. "Did she ..." He placed his hand over his mouth, thinking, "Did she have a dream? " He looked at Anisa. "Did she go to school?"
"What do you mean?" she asked, grabbing her hands together. "You're scaring me, Bakugo. I'm actually starting to think something is really bad."
"Just answer the damn question," he snarled, throwing up his arm. "Did she go to school?"
"Go to school when?" Anisa asked, confused. "Like when?"
"The last day you saw her," he clarified. "The night after I walked her to her room."
"Yes," Anisa said with a nod. "She said her head was hurting and she said she wanted to talk to you about something; I don't know—she said she was going to go to AllMight first."
"Talk to me? " he wondered, his face growing hot. "Talk to me about what? " His nerves froze. "Oh crap—" His breath caught in his throat. "Her curse ... Did he contact her? " Bakugo stepped away from her and bolted down the hallway. "Crap ... what happened? " His heart was beating so fast he stumbled as he ran. He shoved open the staircase door and bolted up the stairs. "Did she do something wrong? Did she lose control? " He managed to get back to the floor of AllMight's office. He pushed open the doors and nearly tripped as he ran into the hallway. He took a sharp turn and ran all the way to AllMight's office. He flew the door open, his eyes crinkling as he was lightly out of breath.
AllMight looked up from his desk, surprised. "Oh," he said softly, "Young Bakugo." AllMight turned in his chair and noticed the agitation in his glare. "Are you alright?"
"Tsuki," Bakugo spat. "Where the hell is she?"
AllMight blinked in surprise. "He's worried about Young Tsuki too? " He cleared his throat. "I—"
"DON'T PLAY DUMB WITH ME," Bakugo bellowed, stepping into his office. "I don't care if they made you draw blood for an oath." He spat, glaring hard. "What happened to her?"
"Young Bakugo, please—"
"You know nothing," he continued. "Nothing about how much she's changed with her quirk." His mind flashed to her crying face—how cruelly she'd been affected by it. "She's not some cursed villain." He exhaled sharply. "She's not cursed at all." He grabbed at his shirt. "People like you don't get to decide that."
"Cursed?" AllMight's eyes widened. "Did he know about Tsuki's curse? "
Bakugo pointed his finger at AllMight. "Tell me everything." He swallowed hard. "Helping her ... is something only I can do."
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Authors note: I love how he keeps asking AllMight questions, then proceeds to interrupt him with more questions.
