**Desperate Pursuit**

"Desperate Pursuit" Osby's grip on my arm was like a vice as he pulled me through the deserted corridors. I stumbled, my legs aching from the exertion, but he kept me upright, his eyes fixed on some point ahead. I tried to pull away, to go back for Bakugo, but Osby's hold was unyielding. "Wait, what about Bakugo?" I exclaimed, my voice shrill with panic. "I can't leave him, Osby! We have to go back!" Osby's jaw clenched, his eyes flashing with a mixture of frustration and determination. "We can't, Kacchan," he said, his voice firm but laced with a hint of regret. "We have to get out of here, now. Shigaraki's quirks are too strong, and Dabi's flames are getting closer. If we don't get out of here, we'll all be trapped." I struggled against his grip, but he only tightened it. "No, I won't leave him!" I shouted, my arm still throbbing in pain. "You can't make me!" Osby spun me around, his eyes blazing with intensity. "Listen to me, Kacchan," he said, his voice low and urgent. "I'm not trying to leave Bakugo behind. But we have to prioritize our own survival right now. If we don't get out of here, we won't be able to help him." I stared at him, my mind reeling with conflicting emotions. I knew Osby was right, but a part of me refused to abandon Bakugo. I thought of my friend, trapped and helpless, and my heart ached with guilt. Osby seemed to sense my turmoil, and his expression softened. "I know it's hard, Kacchan," he said, his voice gentle. "But trust me, I have a plan. We'll come back for Bakugo, I promise. But first, we have to get out of here and regroup." I took a deep breath, trying to process Osby's words. Could I trust him? I looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of deception, but all I saw was determination and concern. With a nod, I allowed Osby to pull me forward once more. We kept running, my shadow bounding across the floor as we desperately pursued freedom. I could hear the sound of footsteps behind us, and Dabi's angry roar echoed through the corridors. As we turned a corner, Osby suddenly stopped, his head cocked to one side. "Do you hear that?" he whispered. I strained my ears, and then I heard it too - the sound of sirens, growing louder with every passing second. Osby's face lit up with a glimmer of hope. "The heroes are on their way," he said, his voice filled with relief. "We just have to hold on a little longer." But I didn't care about the heroes. All I cared about was getting back to Bakugo, and making sure he was safe. I pulled away from Osby, my eyes locked on the corridor behind us. "We have to go back," I said, my voice firm. Osby's expression turned grim, but he nodded. "Let's go."