Vulnerability and Second Chances (Barbarian King!Bakugou x Omega!Reader)

Chapter 3: Complicated Problems Require Delicate Solutions

It was seared into your upper thigh, pulling the puckered skin along the edges to the point that it was bleeding slightly and Bakugou didn't miss the wince that crossed your features as you dropped your arms back down abruptly, pinning them firmly to your sides.

That action hid it from their view once more but the damage had already been done.

"Y/N?" Kirishima asked fearfully, hoping this wasn't what he thought it was. But with how quick you were to cover it up confirmed his worst suspicions.

Bowing your head in shame, you kept your mouth close and didn't say a word. Frustrated tears bud at the corner of your eyes and you sniffled, desperately hoping they wouldn't hear how your heart was breaking inside.

"No..." Kirishima breathed in disbelief, agony and grief flitting over his expression in the span of a second as anguish filled his heart.

He was so sure you had been safe from the Reaping. From the pain that he went through. He trusted her.

Bakugou didn't miss a thing. But he was quickly growing irritated by this silent conversation between you and his second-in-command, clearly left out of the loop and neither one of you looked like you were going to include him anytime soon.

"Oi, what the fuck is going on?" He spat harshly, his hands balling into fists at his sides. The medical den was already destroyed. He didn't have anything else to hit so he settled for fuming in place. "Shitty Hair, what is that?"

After, and only after, Kirishima ushered you back inside his leader's tent with instructions too quiet for him to hear, did he turn to his best friend.

"She's your gift from the League." Kirishima ground out through clenched teeth, his claws coming out as he curled his hands into tight fists. His crimson scales glinted dangerously as they appeared on his skin and he tried to fight his instincts to protect you. "For your birthday."

Bakugou didn't even care that he didn't answer his last question. His blood ran cold as soon as he heard that and he snarled, a feral grin rivaling a tiger's spreading from ear to ear as he thought which way was best to rip them apart from the inside out.

That was fucking creepy and a new low, even for them.

The League of Outcasts, a clan made up of misfits who rejected the peaceful ways of the New World and were well known for their ways of trafficking.

Trafficking of hybrids was a practice that was mostly adopted by humans but as time went on and this new kind of society progressed, more and more hybrids with a lot of power and influence bought into that illegal business.

At first, the League hadn't posed much of a threat. They minded their own business and kept to themselves. But over time, it was clear that all that time wasn't idly spent in the shadows for nothing.

The League didn't discriminate, but in the worst way. They kidnapped all sorts of hybrids and breeds when they were young, often stealing them from their nests right under their parents' noses, then took them back to their territory where they conditioned them to serve the needs of the many. Whether it was hunting, arranged mating pairs, missions that had no chance of success or if it was to prepare them for a pampered life of being displayed on their owner's shelf, it was done.

Shigarki was their eccentric leader, a king cobra with a soul as black as his eyes. Bakugou lost the amount of times he wanted to slice off his head. That hybrid was fucking creepy on so many levels and this just put the nail in the coffin.

The snake tended to stay away from the Barbarian King. He knew very well that if he were to tango with him, the entirety of the Eastern Alliance would be knocking on his doorstep, as well as a few others.