Quirks and Magic

"Fuck this." Katsuki cursed at the medical staff and police around him. "I don't want to fight anyone; I just want to move away from this shithole." His voice was high, ringing, and raspy. It's a trifecta to deafen someone.

"You expect us to believe that you took down a Hero in friendly fire while facing five Villains." A nurse drawled while holding a syringe filled with a green sedative. "You don't have a license and you aren't in the hero school. What in the world gave you the idea to jump head-first and fight?"

"What the hell?" He objected. "Was I supposed to watch some extras destroy a town just cuz I don't have a piece of plastic?"

"You almost killed a guy."

"It ain't my problem that guy was weak."

"The hell, you damned brat." A near feminine version of Katsuki's voice sounded in the distance , ready to shout even louder to the dismay of many people.

"Apologize right now!" A chop to the back of the neck revealed a woman who was a little bit too much alike to her son. Both with blond hair, red eyes, long limbs, and a defined chest. The woman was a bit taller than her son, and her hair lacked the messy, explosive texture her son inherited from her husband.

"Go away, you hag!" He attempted to return the chop, a signature move in the Bakugo family.

"How dare you talk to your mother like that!" A policeman shouted, giving the young man another chop to the back.

"Shut up, old man!" Katsuki moved his limbs rapidly so no one could come close to him. "Son, calm down." A soft voice called to him from the back. It was a brown-haired man with a dull haircut and hunched over shoulders. It was his father, Masaru Bakugo.

"And where were you?" His wife was ready to shout at her husband the moment she saw him. "Why are you late?"

"Fuck this!" Katsuki swore before he stood up and attempted to run away from the commotion around him. "If you want to give me some punishment or bring me to court, wait after this!" Before he could storm away, a small hand caught him.

"Wait, Kacchan, listen to them for a minute, won't you?" Green hair flowed around a face that tried to give him the placating stare. "They aren't trying to hurt you or anything." Izuna's words almost reasoned with him, almost.

"The hell?! They tried to put me down like some sort of mutt! No way!"

"We were just trying to calm you-"

"Bullshit. They were about to forcefully calm me down with a sedative. How stupid do you think someone can be?"

"Officer, if you offer to leave, I promise that his family and I are more than capable of calming him down." Izuna said as she pinched Katsuki by his arm.

"Sorry but I am afraid I won't be able to do that."

"That is the only way. You scare him so he reacts like this; he needs to see some familiar faces."

The policeman sighed. "Fine, but I'll check on you every 30 minutes." With nothing much to say, he walked away.

"Hi Mrs. and Mr. Bakugo, I am sorry to cause the commotion." Izuna bowed as low as she could, her body almost bending 90 degrees. "Can I spend some time with you?"

"Sure," Mitsuki was eager to ignore her, every bit of her attention was solely directed at her family. With an uninvited girl, that became harder, but she'll try.

"You listen to me and follow along!" The green-haired girl managed to quickly whisper into the blondie's ear. "Soooo, I hope everything is fine with the baby and that neither of you two is injured."

"There are no complications with the baby and we are fine." Mitsuki uttered as she dragged her son away from Izuna, making her let go of Katsuki's shoulder. His mother sat him down while shouting next to his right ear.

"I am surprised how he doesn't go deaf on the right ear; I mean, she always shouts on that side." Masaru voiced his thoughts quietly, letting only Izuna hear him and to whom he offered a seat next to him.

"Don't take it to heart; she doesn't like any of his friends; she is just like that, someone who sees only the negative traits." He offered a small pack of snacks to Izuna.

"You say that every time, but it doesn't change the fact that she has hated me for more than ten years while she adores my brother, who runs away from us on sight."

"Yeah, she always wanted a calm kid like Izuku, and with a baby on the way, she even started praying to get one."

"Believe me, Izuku is everything but calm."

"Really, you don't say?" Masaru replied jokingly as he raised an eyebrow.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Izuna, please, you can't expect a teenager to be calm no matter who they are, and to believe that a kid that can cause no trouble exists is the ideal worth of utopianism."

"I guess so."

"Speaking of whom, where is that kid?"

Izuna slightly tilted her head, trying to find where she came from. When she found what she was looking for after a little while, she pointed her finger. "He and Momo are both in the other section, a bit hurt but no major injuries."

"Are they…fine?" Masaru yawned at Izuna's face. "I am sorry, I don't...know what's happening to…me:" He said while staring at her with now glowing red eyes.

"It's fine, Mr. Bakugo." She placed her hand on his back so once he fell asleep, he wouldn't hit his head on anything.

Soon after that, he was snoring loud enough to catch the attention of his wife. "What's happening there?" 

"I don't know what happened; he was up one second ago and then he just fell asleep the next moment." Izuna's voice was high, worried, and forced. She skillfully scooted over while managing to place her hand next to Mitsuki's head.

"Time for you to sleep as well," Izuna muttered as both her hand and Mitsuki's eyes glowed in scarlet red. The latter collapsed the same way as her husband afterwards.

"And that's how it's done!" She declared loudly to Bakugo, holding him by the wrist and moving him outside of the station they were in.

"My quirk can't do that shit, you asshole!" He shouted from the bottom of his lungs until Izuna gently slapped him and whispered, "Quiet!" She was dragging him along a few dozen feet until she was sure no one was near.

"Hug me by the waist and hold tight!" Katsuki's face was gaining shades of red similar to those of Izuna's quirk. "What the hell!" He almost raised his voice, but Izuna reminded him once again with a jab this time. "Shut up and listen!" 

After that, Katsuki listened somewhat unwillingly; he was careful not to press his body up against hers, especially his waist which he moved as far away as possible.

 Once Izuna was sure he was holding tight enough, she raised her arms high, charging her palms with red energy before she flicked them down and released all the force at the floor, propelling both of them high in the sky.

After a year of practice, she finally managed to perfect her landing, but that didn't matter since Katsuki made them fall face-first onto the rooftop she flew them on.

"Ya'know, maybe sometimes you could explain what you plan to do before you do it." Katsuki quietly hissed through his teeth as his mouth was just an inch from the cold cement.

"Would you listen or would you do it on your own?"

"On my own, of course!"

"And that is the problem."

"..."

"We need to find Miya!" Izuna exclaimed, brushing off all the dirt from her pants and shirt that she could see and reach. "Do you know where he is?" 

"The hell do we need him for? And how am I supposed to know where he is?" He grunted as he removed all the dust. Once he was done, he also helped her, reaching spots on the back that she couldn't reach.

"I have a favor to ask him." She took a few steps forward before stopping and crouching by the margin. She didn't have any hope of spotting him in the crowd but she thought to give it a try anyway just in case.

"Now? You have favor to ask him now? Let's first kick some ass, then you can ask him whatever you want."

"No, I am not getting us out of trouble again!" 

"Suit yourself; I am going." He was ready to jump off the opposite edge with his quirk ready to propel him forward. "No, you don't!" She exclaimed, extending her glowing hand towards the flying Katsuki before pulling it towards her chest.

Katsuki, surrounded by scarlet energy, stopped in midair and then flew face forward to the rooftop, eating some dust on the way. His movement disobeyed most of the physics laws as it followed Izuna's arm.

"Telekinesis, part of your quirk is a bitch." Katsuki mumbled to Izuna, who was standing over him. "Thank you!" Her smile stretched from ear to ear. "Now be still and listen to me. You were with Miya and that chubby guy before this happened; where did you see him last?"

"Can't you just find him with your telepathy? Why bother that much?"

"It doesn't work like that; I need to be connected to him to locate him that way. And answer my question. Where did you last see him?"

"Next to the arcade." Katsuki repliedas he tried to stand up, but Izuna forced him to lay down again. "What now? I can go now, right?"

"The hell? No, you're gonna cause some stupid trouble again, and then you're gonna drag me into that shit as well since I vouched for you minutes ago." Izuna spat as she sat on top of his chest to stop him from moving. 

"Now we're going to follow my way, you hear?"

"Yes…" He muttered.

"Great!" Her face lit up. "Now listen to me; we are going to search around the arcade. You go North and I am gonna cover the South part. The first one to find Miya is going to break something near the arcade head sign so watch out for that."

"Sure, but why the fixation on Akito? Why is he important?" Katsuki wondered as he tried to remove Izuna from his chest. How red had he become? He was sure that his sweat would boil or explode on its own.

"He isn't important; that's the gist." Izuna answered as she moved down to Katsuki's stomach, thinking he wanted to bend a little so he could look her in the eyes, but she only made him even more red.

"My mom said that if something is happening that I can't explain, I go to Agatha for help. And since I don't want to go all the way there and miss the opportunity to at least see some Heroes or help them, I am sending Miya for her." She explained.

"Isn't that hag a Hero as well?"

"Yeah, she is, but she only does hero work on specific cases."

"What? Is her expertise 'weirdness'?" Katsuki joked as he finally managed to move Izuna off of him and sit up like a normal person.

"You could say that." She placed one finger on her mouth, pretending like she was actually thinking about something. "So are you gonna stick to the plan?"

"I guess I will." He grunted. "But how do you plan on helping Heros? Care to share? I mean, after how you stopped me a second ago, it would be a bit hypocritical of you."

"Just be a little bit secretive. You don't want to be in everybody's face when you do your job." Izuna handed a phone to Katsuki; it was an old non-flip touch-screen phone that dated back before the 2200.

"How is this going to help me? There is no signal or anything."

"It is that officer's phone; you are somewhat skilled with technology; try to break in."

"Hell no, I only watched Akito do some shit around; I am not doing that."

"Well, you watched him do that more often than me."

"So? How's that gonna help?"

"Don't know, don't care, just do something." Izuna whispered as she flew from roof to roof. A few seconds later, she finally faded into the flame-lit night.

"Shitty phone," Katsuki muttered, putting the phone in his pocket rather than breaking it into pieces like he wanted. 

He was ready to fly away, same as Izuna, but he needed to be more careful. Moving around via loud explosions would make him easy to spot, so he limited himself to two explosions per jump. Despite his cautiousness, he still caught a few looks from the streets below.

It certainly was harder and slower to move like this than to run or just freely use his quirk, but he made his way to the arcade not long after.

He lowered himself down on the streets, among the crowd. He was looking for Akito Miya. From his round face, brown eyes, and black hair to his fashion sense, he couldn't look more basic.

'I am not crazy enough to search the whole city.' The thought ran through his mind as he limited the area from 4th Avenue to 5th Avenue to Flower Park. "She ain't gonna freak out from that, is she?" 

* * * * * * * * * *

Izuna's search was a little different; she didn't walk through the crowd when she tried to spot Akito; she flew over it, trying to spot him while she looked out for someone not to recognize her.

There were a lot of close calls when a Hero or a policeman looked up into the sky to check as usual area awareness. And she hated it. Multiple times, Izuna had to improvise her landing and was forced to lay on dirty balconies and unmaintained roof gardens.

Eventually, she gave up on cleaning herself and began walking half brown and half gray instead of her green shirt and white pants.

It didn't help a lot that she thought a few times that she might have glimpsed Akito in the crowd, but when she was ready to dive down and land, she noticed that it was someone else. "Damn Miya, where are you?" 

She chose a broken window to sit on while she looked down. There were few shards that could cut her, but she removed them with her quirk. 

"Maybe if I..." An idea came to her mind when she saw a few Heroes instructing the civilians where and how to move. The plan was simple: read the mind quickly, and look out if the Hero caught sight of him. Simple on paper.

This time she decided to move through buildings, flying from window to balcony while destroying some walls in the process. Her patience had limits and with how many unavoidable landings she was forced to take, it was getting more than annoying.

Soon, Izuna was looking out of the window, right over the said Hero. His costume wasn't anything special—white skin, tight spandex. Easy to spot, hard to look at. 

Once Izuna uses her telepathy on someone, they don't notice it for no matter how long she is influencing them, but still, others who are around to peer at their colleague cansee how they stand frozen still with red glowing eyes. In other words, she needs to do this fast.

Skimming through his memories unfortunately meant she was also forced to hear his opinions and thoughts. Every cheesy pick-up line he wanted to say when he noticed a hot "female"...how would he put it? For the sake of society, he is on work duty and forbidden to do so.

She quickened the process for her sanity and not only did she notice four guys that were similar to Akito in both face and clothing fashion, but all of them were instructed to move in the same direction, North. After that, she didn't need to comb the man's memories anymore.

To eliminate most of her search zone, she decided to move to the northernmost checkpoint of her assigned area and read a couple more Heroes' memories to find Akito in the same way. If they all went to the North, then they would be Katsuki's problem and she could just rest.

So she did. Izuna repeated the same process over again, but this time, in the tall beautifully-dressed Hero's memories, she found only three guys. 

"One split." Izuna muttered while finding the checkpoint before this one.

After reading the second guy's memories, she got the gist of how the checkpoint operated. Since the northern part is under attack, they keep the most injured in the southern part, and as you go North, the injuries become less severe.

Since people die up there and are left with third-grade burns and severed limbs, they try to send others that only require a few moments of medical attention to lighten the burden.

It is stupid but it works. 

The next Hero whose mind she has read was just plain and wore casual clothes when he worked. He was just a simple, emo-style shut-in. Booriing!! But he offered her quite a bit of information: this is the station where the guy in question separated from the other three look alike.

'I finally found Miya!' The thought rang in her head as she weaved through the dense crowd in the medical tent, reaching towards the person she thought was Akito.

She grabbed him by the shoulder, shouting: "Miya-san!" But when the boy turned around, she noticed something different. The guy had heterochromia with one gray eye and one brown eye.

"Sorry, do I know you?" The boy politely questioned her as he moved her hand away from his shoulder.

"No, sorry… um I." She stumbled over her words, and blood rose to her cheeks, turning them bright red while she moved away from him. "I mistook you for someone."

She lowered her head and her hair covered her eyes, not letting the man in front of her see her embarrassment. After making sure no one was looking at her, she decided to fly to the rooftops again and make her way towards the arcade.

"I hope Kacchan is doing better."

* * * * * * * * * *

'Fuck him, where is that runt?' Katsuki's search was more than eventful. He was unable to form any sort of plan since the military came to moderate the mess down the streets.

It was just a handful of soldiers of higher rank with permission to use their quirk due to their clarification for their titles. They helped quite a bit, but they also caused a panic, forcing Katsuki to take unwanted turns.

Honestly, it stung him quite a bit when he saw them. The only person who knew about their existence was Deku. Katsuki wouldn't have recognized them if that damn nerd didn't show him pictures of their helmet with the red sun marked on the forehead.

"Who cares." He let out a grumble, pushing the woman in front of him to move her out of the way. He wanted to get near some of the apartment buildings and climb onto a balcony.

It was getting too crowded. He couldn't fathom how people moved in this dense area—if they could, they would run through each other. "Disgusting." He muttered while looking over the mob.

He wanted to stay on the small balcony, rest a bit, and then attack a red-coloured Villain that was making a mess on the square one street away.

With heavy steps, he stepped into the apartment and climbed up to the roof. There was no chance that he could spot Akito from this high in the dense moving mass down there. 

Common sense and logic were also a waste of time since the movement was completely random and unorganized. The last idea he had was to visit the checkpoints and medical tents and hope that his dumbass avoided injuring himself somewhere.

He noticed three tents when he was running and pushing through the streets. Two of them were relatively close. One was just a square away.

Katsuki wasn't built anywhere near for acrobatics and parkour; all the work out he did was to build strength and endurance, so without his quirk, his mobility was limited. Still, he somehow managed to jump from the top of one building to another.

His legs didn't like this for a single second, but nothing was broken or sprained so he decided to continue but risk it by adding small explosions of his quirk into the mix.

He ran and jumped from the edge of the rooftop. His palms were facing downwards and created two small orange bursts of energy, killing almost half of his momentum, but to get rid of the rest, he decided to roll over.

"One more." Another successful jump, mostly because he managed to get a glass shard stuck in his biceps; it wasn't a deep cut but it was still rather annoying.

His palms surrounded the door knob, causing a chain of explosions to blow it off and force it open. "This is the first." He mumbled, referring to locked doors.

Katsuki flew down the stairs; the time limit he put on himself was running out so he hurried. He wanted to just burst out of the main doors of the building, but they were jammed by people in front of them.

"Damn it." He whispered through gritted teeth. An idea came to his head when he looked up. He climbed back on the first floor, opened one window, and jumped. 

He managed to soften his landing thanks to a woman about 7 feet tall. As both of them fell face-first onto the ground, the other stranger who was in close proximity followed as they were thrown off balance.

"Great," a devilish smirk sneaked on Katsuki's face as he came up with another idea. He quickly stood up and ran over the fallen man and woman. 'Finally, some freedom!' His own voice rang in a circle inside his head.

He made his way to the first tent in a matter of minutes. He still needed to push through some people and sneak into the tent rather than actually go through the real entrance and state his name though.

His eyes moved like crazy inside his sockets; they darted from one end to the other in less than a second, searching for brown hair. They found a few brown heads, and the one Katsuki wanted to talk to was the closest to him.

"Come here, you fuck!" He grumbled, reaching out to Miya with a hand on his shoulder and spinning him around. 

"What can I do to get you to leave me alone, Bakugo?" Akito mumbled under his breath as the nurse next to him finished the second and final stitch on his right hand, leaving right after.

"To come with me."

"I think that defeats the purpose of leaving me alone." 

"Akito, don't be a wimp; Izuna needs you."

"Then why didn't you say that sooner? Lead the way, boss." Akito's eyes replaced the stars,the moment he thought about the green-haired girl. "Mmhhmm." Katsuki sighed, stepping closer to the tray of medicine.

"What?"

"Nothing." The blonde hummed, grabbing a small bottle of medical alcohol.

"Did you just steal?"

"Yeah, nothing new, right?" He grabbed the brunette by his left hand, dragging him along. "We are leaving! Now!"

"Wait I-"

"I don't care." Katsuki decided that it would be easier to carry him, so he did, and he directed himself towards the arcade.