Love The Panic - Blog Posts

Shit. Shit. Shit!

He was sprinting as if his life depended on it. One sibling was in his arms while the other was being chased after. This couldn’t be happening, damn it! How did this happen? Why Roro out of all kids?!

He was incredibly locked on target and nothing was going to get in his way- but what the hell was he going to do once he made it to the villain? He didn’t know but he would do whatever he could do-

Boom!

Rody’s steps hesitated at the sound as eyes set onto the hero. Oh, thank god. His running came to a brief pause as he let the hero do his job. He was holding his breath while watching the scene play out, worriedly watching his brother. The brunette was finally able to breathe once Roro was safely on the ground.

“Roro!” His voice was mixed with desperation and relief at the sight of his little brother being saved. He set Lala down carefully before running and meeting Roro half way in a very tight hug. Roro sobbed into him while Rody gave him comforting back rubs. Fuck- he hated it when his siblings cried. They didn’t deserve to experience any more sadness than they already had.

“Are you okay, Roro?” The older brother pulled away to look at the crying kid nod in response. Rody brought up his gloved hands to wipe away the tears. “Good. Good.” A big inhale and exhale to release his stress as his hands rested on tear-stained cheeks.

“I’m sorry for not paying attention more closely, but you gotta stay close to me, buddy. This is a big and unfamiliar city so you have to hold onto me and your sister. Do you understand?” The boy gave another sad nod in response as Rody proceeded to lift him up into his arms. The pink bird that seemed to follow him wherever he went had tears in her eyes as she snuggled close to the kid.

Now gray eyes finally met familiar red. The contact was held before Rody finally found his voice again.

“...Thank you, Bakugou.” That felt a little weird to say, but his words were full of gratitude. “Seriously, from the bottom of my heart: Thank you...”

Katsuki knew that patrols were part of the job, but they also bored him to tears if there were no crimes happening. It was just walking around through your assigned precinct and helping old folks across the street. The most he’d done earlier was stop a dumbass purse snatcher. It was low-grade bullshit that was easily taken care of. 

He was about to radio in to Endeavor when he saw a villain zoom by out of the corner of his eye. The villain was carrying what appeared to be a sack of money and zipping between obstacles with what appeared to be… sand…? “What the fuck…?!” he exclaimed out loud before immediately jumping into action. 

A sneer crossed his face, much like the joy that would glimmer in a predator’s eyes before pouncing on their prey. “Guess I gotta kick some fuckin’ teeth in!” he exclaimed before blasting off into the air with his hands outstretched. 

He caught up with the villain in no time–

–only to be faced with said villain holding a kid up in front of him like a shield. 

“If you blast me, you’re only gonna hurt the kid!” the older man exclaimed. “Let me go and maybe I’ll decide to let the kid go free!” 

Katsuki scowled at the cowardice of the villain. “What? Can’t face me head-on so ya gotta go involve kids in this shit?” he huffed. “Fuck, you’re lame–!” 

At the young boy, he shouted, “Watch your head, kid!” He leapt up into the air and aimed what were machine gun-like concentrated explosions all around the villain. Each shot hit the pavement around them, kicking up gravel and dust. Though they looked scattered, they were also highly precise strikes that destabilized the ground. One such hit was able to directly hit the back of the villain’s head and knock him entirely unconscious. 

Though, just as the robber went to hit the ground, Katsuki quickly braced the man just so he could grab the kid out of the guy’s arms. Whirling around, he placed the boy onto his feet. “You okay, kid?” he asked before pausing. He furrowed his eyebrows when one particular feature stuck out to him. The hair. 

The noodle looking hair…

“Oi, are you related to—-?”

He didn’t get the chance to finish his question because the kid was already running towards his older brother in tears. 

@rody-soul​