Izuku was beyond annoyed. It had been a week since he had joined Shigaraki, though it wasn't very productive. Kurogiri taught him how to wash up "properly" as he puts it and Shigaraki sat at the bar watching TV most of the time. Though anytime a notice came up relating to Izuku's disappearance, Shigaraki made it a point to always make a snarky comment to Izuku. Such as imitating his mother in a mocking manner. That was really starting to piss him off. Even if he joined the villians, he wouldn't betray his mother and everything she did for him. Although he was still irritated that she never believed or trusted him, always saying how it may be best to find a new career path.

Izuku ,once again, stood at the bar, drying up shot glasses. He had seen one or two patrons but not many. At least not enough to call this a successful business. Though most of the glasses were covered in a thick layer of dust, which Izuku decided to clean out of boredom.

Shigaraki was once again watching TV and Kurogiri was nowhere to be found. In absence of Kurogiri, he realised how all he did was listen to orders and do them, one of the reasons he was at a lost now.

"Oi shigaraki. I have a question." Shigaraki looked up in response to Izuku's words. He huffed slightly, adjusting the hand on his face, which Izuku noted as a peculiar quirk of his character.

"What do you want?"

"Why am I here?" Shigaraki removed the hand in annoyance.
"Look. You joined Me. Why are you asking me why your here."

"Because for the past week I've been sitting here cleaning old glasses. Also why the hell do we need so many?!"

"You've been cleaning because you aren't trust worthy! Hell, do you even know how to collect information?!"

Izuku bowed his head. Now that he mentioned it. How do you collect information? Who do you ask?

"Exactly! You don't know anything, you little shit! Now shut up and do as you're asked!"

Izuku gritted his teeth. Even if he didnt know how to collect information, he could learn. That aside he already knew alot about heroes and villians alike.

An idea flashed in his head. He smiled slightly and turned to Shigaraki. He was drinking an energy drink with a pissed off expression.

"Well then, Handyman. Guess I won't tell you All Mights weakness."

A waterfall of energy drink sprayed out almost hitting Izuku straight in the face.

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Bakugo sat in his classroom, staring at the sliver of window that peaked out of the curtain. The class was watching a presentation on a TV that they brought in to demonstrate the risks associated with being a hero, as if trying to deter students from becoming one. As much as they were needed, other professions suffered from lack of staff. Although half the students weren't paying attention, instead talking in groups of 2 or 3.

Bakugo's lackies attempted to make conversation but all of them could see that each of them were on edge. News of Midoriya's disappearance had reached every one of them, for better or worse. No-one blamed Bakugo out of fear that they would be targeted for his wrath.

As for Bakugo, he didn't know how to feel. He hated the nerd. He hated his ambitions. He hated everything about him.

Yet where the hell could he have gone? When he first found out he denied it. He denied it with all of his heart. Though after thinking about it, the possibility became more and more realistic. Did Deku actually take his advice?

If he did, what happened to his room? Why was it so fucked up? Deku's mom came to his house a day or two later to talk to Bakugo's mom. Though it was mainly incoherent crying as his mom tried to console her. His dad came to talk to Bakugo, asking about how he was, not that Bakugo answered him. Bakugo was too conflicted to talk to anyone. It wasn't guilt, it was more like...a numb feeling. As cliche as it was, he felt that the absence of Deku had him questioning alot of things.

"Oi Bakugo!" Bakugo turned to face the front where his teacher stood along with a policeman. The entire class turned to Bakugo, a mix of anger and sympathy painted on their face. A scowl from Bakugo left his lips as he stood up and exited the classroom.

"Listen Bakugo, the police would like to ask you a few questions. I'm sure you know why."

"Good morning, Katsuki Bakugo. I'm here to ask you about Izuku Midoriya. We have information that you disliked him for whatever reason. Your teacher filled us in on your....relationship. Why did you dislike Midoriya?"

"Because he's an idiot who doesn't know when to shut up." Katsuki replied with a scowl, unable to look up at the man. The policeman raised an eyebrow at Bakugo, then shook his head.

"Do you know where-abouts he would be?"

"How the fuck would I know? Ask his friends or some shit. Why are you asking me?"

"You are the only known contact he has, aside from family. I'm afraid we had no one else to ask. As far as we know, he had no-one in his class whom he was close to."

"Tch. Whatever."

"Ok Bakugo. I will ask you one more question, then I will leave you be. Do you think it is possible that Midoriya took his own life?"

Bakugo's eyes widened at the question, shocked by the man's bluntness.

"W-what the fuck kind of question is that...?"

"We just need to know if you told him anything that could lead him to-"

"No I didn't. The nerd isn't dead. Now can I go now? I don't want to hear anymore shit like this."

The teacher sighed, giving a gesture to the man signalling that they weren't going to get any information.

The policeman looked at Bakugo. "Ok. If you do have any information, please let us know."

With that Bakugo turned away, heading back into his classroom. But not before over hearing a remark made the the teacher.

"If that kid turns up alive like he says, I'm gunna by a lottery ticket..."
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Authors note:
I swear this story isn't BakuDeku. Honestly I had no ideas for this chapter so I hope it was ok my dudes.

Btw kurogiri was probably shopping idk

Anyway have a good day my dudes.