Hi!! This chapter is a little longer so I hope you guys enjoy it 😊🫶 (I doubt it ngl)

"Where is my son?"

Life pauses when your question slips into the firefighters' ears. Their expressions are etched in sorrow. They were horrified by your state of confusion as you approached the yellow tape, which kept you apart from the situation. "Where is Kazuko?"

They know about Kazuko. The babysitter frantically searched his room for him before she collapsed from the smoke. When the firefighters pulled her out of the fire, all she could muster behind her oxygen mask was a name repeatedly. "Kazuko"

There was something else in her hand, something she passed over to them. She said nothing after as her eyes closed for the moment.

"Excuse me. My son...where is he?" you asked, waving over to the group, standing idly by.

Sharing a glance, one fighter; a rugged man covered in smeared ash and muck. He removed his helmet before rummaging for something in his massive jacket. Then one hand reaches for yours. Placing an item in the palm of your hand, he whispers. "I'm so sorry. This was the only thing we could find."

Look down at your hand, and a strangled cry tore from your throat, legs swayed unsteadily. In your palm lay what remained of Kazuko's dragon plush—his favourite toy. The fire took its wings, most of its midsection and its tail. The sight of it served as a harsh reminder of the devastation that had ravaged your lives, a silent symbol of everything that had been stripped away. Your trembling hand to touch remains, only for parts of it to crumble away.

Sneaking up behind you, Bakugou quickly holds onto your shoulder whilst your mind takes in the loss. You couldn't believe it, you just can't. You refuse to believe it. It's not true. My son can't be. He can't be! No! You said repeatedly in your head, your thoughts clouded. Suddenly, without thinking, your body moved on its own. Dropping the plush, you screamed. "Kazuko!"

"Y/n!!"

But before you could fully grasp the reality of your devastation, a surge of desperate determination washed over you, propelling you forward. With a heart-wrenching cry, you sprinted towards the roaring flames, your thoughts consumed by the desperate need to rescue your child.

Ignoring the firefighters, you tore through the yellow tape and attempted to hurl yourself into the inferno. However, you would never make it that far as two arms locked around your waist, keeping you still. Bakugou had stopped you from making a terrible mistake and held you in his arms. Bakugou's expression was one of sheer disbelief, his face contorted and his eyes mirroring his own grief.

"No, Katsuki! Let me go, please! My son! I have to find my son! Let me go!" Struggling against his grasp, your cries of pain cut through the chaotic darkness of the night. You fought and flailed, like a creature caught in the clutches of a dangerous predator. Yet, with each passing moment, his arms held firm, a lifeline anchoring you to reality. Slowly, you dropped to your knees, your head leaning back against Bakugou's chest.

"P-please," you pleaded.

"I'm sorry," Bakugou whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I'm not letting you go,"

And then, like a tidal wave crashing, the floodgates of your misery burst open. Sobs wracked your body, each one causing a sharp pang in your chest. At that moment, you succumbed to the torment of your loss, your wails blending with the roaring of the flames as they consumed the sole source of happiness in your life.

Days turned into weeks since the fire, and no funeral was held for Kazuko, out of respect for you and your father. As heroes sifted through the debris, crowds poured in to place delicate flowers in honour of the fallen. The memorial was a sombre occasion, where families united to share their condolences and send heartfelt prayers for the departed souls.

Sadly, it was the morning after the incident when the babysitter lost her life. This raised doubts as the cause of her death seemed unrelated to the fire. The hospital turned to the police, whose forensic teams examined her body for other causes. This turn of events quickly became a homicide investigation. Later on, the local news would feature her name, Uramoto Tamae, and a photo in their headlines.

"What do you mean she was murdered, Tsukauchi?"

Sitting on guard outside a door, Aizawa spoke into a table, showing Detective Naomasa Tsukauchi. The two have been in contact with the heroes cleaning the mess.

"Our medical examiners discovered multiple gunshot wounds in her abdomen and head, but there are no exit wounds," Naomasa explained, as he read the file his colleagues had given him. Sharing his screen with Aizawa, pictures of the babysitter's wounds appeared, showing off the injuries she sustained. "We found bruising around the neck, ribs, and wrists."

"So someone else was in the house? Still doesn't explain how she got 'shot'." Aizawa scanned the screen, his mind making its assumptions.

"We concluded that a quirk was involved in concealing entry and exit wounds. As for the bruises, a strength quirk caused this." Then an image of the babysitter's house took over the screen. The image showed charred furniture. "The hero team on duty found blood that matched Uramoto's DNA. No trace of the invaders who killed her."

"And...what about Kazuko?" Asked Aizawa, he whispered at the last part.

Naomasa checked the file for anything, even double-checking, in case there was hope from the hero team. His face dropped as he looked back at Aizawa. "I'm sorry. We haven't found anything yet,"

Aizawa sighed, peering over his shoulder to look at the door standing behind his chair. He looks back at the screen, bowing his head. "Thank for you trying, Tsukauchi,"

"Not a problem, Aizawa. I'll send you updates as soon as I can," the man replied, his reassuring smile disappearing as he ended the call. As soon as the screen went black, Aizawa cursed beneath his breath.

"Fuck," He rubbed at his face right when quiet footsteps slowly approached him.

"Heard anything about the kid?"

Aizawa gazed over to his side, seeing Bakugou walking towards him, holding a plate of food. The old man shook his head before standing up from his chair. Bakugou was taking over for him, but before the boy took a step further, Aizawa grabbed him by his shoulder.

"Please...help her," He pleaded, patting his shoulder twice. Bakugou could nod in response as he watched Aizawa disappear down the hall. It was obvious that his teacher was fighting back his tears. He heard it in his voice. Bakugou will worry about it later. He focused on the door, knocking and waiting for a reply.

"Y/n," He called out. When he heard nothing, he knocked again. After the third time, he let himself into the room to find no one inside. Stepping in, he sets the food down on your desk and scans the room. Your room was a mess, with your discarded clothes and blankets scattered around. Then he noticed your bathroom door ajar and light pouring out. He quickly picked up the clothes and blanket, folding and placing them in their rightful place neatly.

"Y/n," He called out again, walking over to the bathroom door. He catches a peep of the mirror sitting over your sink and spots your head. The door creaked softly as he pushed it open, stepping into the dimly lit bathroom. The air was heavy with steam, and the sound of water trickling filled the room. His heart clenched at the sight before him.

There you sat, cuddled in the bathtub, fully clothed, your knees drawn up to your chest, your body racked with shivers, your gaze distant and haunted. The now chilly water overflowed, spilling onto the tiled floor.

"Y/n?" His voice was barely a whisper, filled with concern as he approached you cautiously. He moved closer, reaching out to touch your trembling shoulder. Startled by his touch, you raise your gaze to meet his, your eyes filled with a haunting mixture of pain and loss.

Silently, Bakugou lowered himself next to the tub, his heart aching as he took in the distress you were experiencing. His arms wrapped around you, providing solace and a sense of security.

"We'll face this together, alright?" he whispered, his voice filled with quiet determination.

Yet, you remained silent, and the tears streaming down your face mixed with the water that collected around your feet. It seemed like you were unwilling, or maybe unable, to recognize the reality of the current situation.

Bakugou reluctantly pulled away, his concerned eyes scanning your trembling figure. Goosebumps ran along your arms and the tips of your fingers were turning red.

"Let me redo the bath, Y/n," he urged gently.

"No-" You shook your head, your gaze still fixed on some distant point beyond his reach.

"No-I can't," you whispered, your voice barely audible. Your shaky hands rose from the water to wipe away your tears.

Bakugou refused to give up, refused to let you drown in your grief. Gently, he reached out once more, his hands tenderly cupping your face. "Please, y/n. Let me take care of you,"

Slowly, but surely, your resolve began to crumble from his touch. Nodding your head, Bakugou rolled up his sleeves before he stood up. He knew your legs wouldn't keep you steady and leaned forward. Looping an arm around your shoulders and slithering the other under your knees, he hoisted you up with ease.

Seating you on the counter by your sink, you sat there staring at your legs. The sound of water draining from the tub drowned out the silence. Soon, you hear a faucet turning and water gushing out. Minutes later, you'd feel Bakugou's presence in front of you. Peering up, he grabs your wrists.

"I'll give you some privacy," he said, letting go and turning to leave the room. However, a hand tugging on his shirt forced him to stop. Looking over his shoulder, you held onto his shirt with no intention of letting go.

"Stay. Please," you spoke softly, playing with his shirt between your fingers. Looking up from your hand to your face, Bakugou sighs. Spinning on his heel, he steps closer to you and looks at your face for approval and you allow him.

Carefully removing your clothes, Bakugou lifts you up and places you back into the bathtub, which is now brimming with comforting warm water. The moment you settle down, your body immediately begins to unwind. Lying back, you granted Bakugou permission to care for you, and he washed your hair with a deliberate sense of urgency.

After a while, you suddenly find yourself lying on your bed, dressed in comfy clothes, and Bakugou stands before you, carefully spoon-feeding you dinner. Although it made you feel small and vulnerable, you acknowledged the assistance it provided and allowed it to take place. It was then time for bed, even though there was a lingering feeling that something was not quite right.

That's right, you didn't have Kazuko sleeping next to you. Another wave of sadness hits you. As tears stream down your face, your shoulders slump, and your body shudders with each sob, you hide your face in your trembling hands.

Bakugou knelt in front of you when you cried out. "My son. This wasn't supposed to happen,"

He knows. If only he knew a way to relieve you from your pain. Until you fell into his arms, Bakugou stayed with you. Seeing that you needed company, he chose to sleep right beside you instead of leaving you alone.

It wasn't much but it was a start.

:)