“Back the fuck up, it’s gonna fall!” Katsuki screamed. Civilians were running around like headless chickens and if he didn’t do something, people would die.
Running forward he shoved people out of the way, trying to give them a head start at running away from the tumbling ten story building. People screamed as they rushed away from the unstable structure.
“NO! BAKUGOU!” Kirishima screamed as Katsuki ran towards the building. The calls went either ignored or unheard as he rushed through the building. Throwing people through windows and onto the street in an attempt to save them from being crushed under tons of concrete and metal pipes.
The building groaned under the weight, cracks spreading through the support beams keeping the building in place. The floor was crumbling under his feet and Katsuki didn’t have the time to even heat up his hands before the floor beneath him opened up and the building caved in on top of him, trapping him in a stone coffin.
About 30 minutes time later-ish
It was dark when he woke up. Metal and rocks shifted around him, settling into place. Katsuki looked around at the small space he was trapped in. Two large rocks were leaning together over him creating a safe space where his body laid. If he had fallen anywhere else he would’ve been crushed.
Well isn’t that a fun thought, Katsuki commented bitterly in his head.
A sharp, stabbing pain in his stomach had him gasping to catch his breath. He could barely move an inch, but the movement of his chest rising and falling with each breath had his stomach burning. It felt like his insides were ripping in two. He reached a hand down and touched what was cold, wet metal. Lifting his head up an inch, he could see a bit of rebar sticking through his stomach at an angle. There was blood covering the whole thing so he must’ve slid down from the top of the pipe. Great.
Other than a pounding headache and the hole in his gut, Katsuki felt fine. That was probably a bad thing but he'll take what he could get. One concussion and a new scar wasn’t gonna kill him.
The blood lost might, His brain added helpfully.
Shut. the. fuck. up. Katsuki was fine.
“BAKUGOU! WHERE ARE YOU?!” Yelling could be heard from a distance. Katsuki knew screaming in return was out of the question, so he stretched out his right arm into a small crevice between the two rocks. Facing his hand up and opening his palm, bright sparks and tiny explosions filled the space. Hopefully loud enough to disclose his location.
“OH SHIT! YOU SEE THAT?! KIRI OVER HERE!” Two pairs of footsteps could be heard pounding on the floor before sliding to a stop. Someone crouched down and peeked their head between the rocks and Katsuki locked eyes with a matching set of red eyes.
Kirishima took one look at Katsuki's speared body and let out a whimper. “Ah, shit. That looks bad.”
“Nah, it’s cool. I feel fine.” Katsuki replyed sarcastically before narrowing his eyes, “No fucking shit it looks bad, I’m fucking impaled.”
Katsuki let out a wet cough, blood splattering on Kirishima's face. At the sight, Katsuki gave a grin, teeth dyed red in his own blood. “Ya wanna get me the fuck out of here now instead of waiting around like a idiot for me to croak, shitty hair?”
Kirishima grimaced in return before standing up straight, “Kami, go get Uraraka.”
“Ew, bro. What the fuck is on your face?” Kaminari gagged in disgust, slowly backing away. With one last sickened look, he ran away to grab the girl needed.
Katsuki let out a sigh in despair, with these idiots helping him, this was gonna take a while. He might as well get comfortable.
