Izuku Midoriya heard voices. Not the creepy kind, not the kind that made him feel insane. These voices made him feel safe because they were familiar. He tried to speak, tried to tell them he was okay. He couldn't seem to move his mouth or any other part of his body. HELP! I'M STUCK IN MY OWN HEAD!

"I-I-Is he alive?" stammered Uravity to the classmates huddled in a tiny hospital room. Yes, I am! Help me!

"How am I supposed to know?" responded Kirishima in slight annoyance, though the harsh tone was really there to disguise his anxiety about Izuku and the battle.

"When will he wake up?" asked Todoroki flatly as if he hadn't just carried Izuju out of a burning forest. As soon as I can, Todo.

"Like Kirishima said, we have no way of knowing. Maybe he can hear us..." Tenya drifted off, absently running his his hands through his blue-black hair.

"WHERE'S DEKU???" yelled Bakugo, throwing open the hospital door.

"Calm down, Bakubro. Your little friend is right here." Kirishima gestured to Izuku. Bakugo's breath caught. Deku, sweet innocent idiot that he was always made his heart flutter. Well, the smiling green eyed bright ray of sunshine Deku. Not this Deku. Not the blood stained limp threadbare sack of bones Deku he laid his eyes on when he burst into the room. Oh my fucking god, oh my god!!! What the fuck is this?!?

"The fucking hell?!?" Bakugo exclaimed. "What happened?"

"He'll live, all thanks to you." Aizawa clapped his blond student on the shoulder. "Good work."

"Seriously, take a chill pill." said an aggravated Uraraka. "You wouldn't want to scare him when he wakes up."

"Well, I wouldn't expect anything too exciting. Chiyo looked him over and didn't look pleased." Aizawa clasped his hands behind his back and frowned.

"Wow, thanks for the help!" Denki wiggled his fingers sarcastically.

Bakugo calmed himself and breathed deeply. "When are we going to get back to training?"

"I, for one, am not leaving until Izuku is healed." Uraraka responded stubbornly. "And, can't you be a little sensitive? He's injured and you just want to go right back to fighting, so typical of you. You never cared about him and you never will!"

"Of course he cares," said Kirishima unconvincingly, in a weak attempt to stand up for his Bakubro even though he didn't even believe it himself.

"Shut up." muttered Bakugo. The blond boy knew he couldn't show his emotions, no signs of weakness. No one could know about his feelings. No one. Bakugo stuffed his hands in his pockets to extinguish the slow burning flame that threatened to erupt into flame. She doesn't mean it, she's just stressed. Don't light up, don't light up, fuck it! Deku's injured, that's why everyone is so one edge, especially you. Don't lose control you damn piece of shit!

"No, he told me! He told me the stories of how you burned him, melted his skin even when he told you to stop!!! You bullied him and tossed him away like he was NOTHING! You used him over and over and he hates you! I HATE YOU!" Uraraka screamed at him, each word making her face redder and redder. "HE DOESN'T DESERVE TO BE CURSED WITH LOVING YOU!"

The whole room went silent. Even Bakugo's flames went stone cold and his eyes widened. Uraraka, tears trailing down her cheeks and sobs barely being held back, ran from the room

Eventually, Tsuyu and Mina ran after her. "Wait, Uraraka!" Mina yelled.

The rest of the class stayed silent. Bakugo gazed at Izuku for while before turning and with a woeful sob of anguish, he punched the wall behind him. The hole erupted into flame and a siren rang throughout the hospital and the sprinkler system kicked in, drenching the rest of class 1-A.

Aizawa deflated slightly. "Well, it was fun while it lasted."

Todoroki extinguished the flame and patched the wall up with ice. "Smart move, Katsuki."

"Yeah, no duh." Denki rolled his eyes.

"Now we're soaking wet." Momo complained.

Bakugo just stood there, looking at Deku as if he had just told him he had the plague. What did she mean? Deku loves me? No, he doesn't....though it would explain a lot.....does he? Uraraka would be the one person Deku would tell.

These thoughts raced through his mind, each one making the air thicker and thicker until he could hardly breathe. Eventually, he walked out of Deku's room.

"Oi! Bakubro! Where you going?" Kirishima asked, reaching out a hand to place on his best friends shoulder.

Bakugo slapped the hand away without turning.

Kirishima's eyes widened in alarm and he slowly backed away. Bakugo had never been so emotional. Well, finding out your victim loves you might give him a shock. He reasoned. "Oh.....okay, Bakugo. Well, if you need me......I'm here for you."

"I just......" his voice cracked. "I just need to be alone right now." And with that, he walked away, all of class 1-A watching his back.