"You Traitor" Shinbaku Story [Villain Shinso]

Successful piece of shit.

You're quite  a successful piece of shit Katsuki, aren't you?
Hitoshi thought as he finally discovered the true name of Bakugo, even if he vaguely remembered U.A, he knew everyone rarely called him by his first name. His eyes observed the thin blonde body hair raising on the other's skin because of the cold water, and most likely fear.

After being enable to talk for a couple of minutes, the hero finally seemed capable of using his voie. It was rough and obviously damaged. Yet, it seemed like he still wanted to talk and talk.
"You fucker! Set me free and I promise I won't damage that dumb fucking face of yours!
-...Perhaps you'd like me to throw  your head again under water? Is that what you want? I can make it happen."
Coughing brutally, Bakugo did not look like he found that idea thrilling, Hitoshi knew he would be hard to crack, but he did not need to get violent. Not to someone he already knew a bit.
He just had to find the cracks of Bakugo's personality and life, where it hurt.

"I'm not going to ask again, Katsuki, what was your mission? Why the hell did you mess up my meeting?
-Like that shit was fucking legal."

Annoyed, the respectes leader leaned against Bakugo's chair and pushed his feet between the hero's legs as his hands lifted slightly the chair from behind.
"Like you heroes are oh so legit. You're not a naïve innocent princess, Dynamight, you've done your share of mistakes I bet.
-At least I save lives for it and not for myself.
-You do it for glory and even more money than us, you're not fooling me.
-What would you even know about pro heroes? You can't even imagine our life, asshole.
-Actually, I almost HAD that life. Than, someone opened my eyes."

Letting go of the chair, Hitoshi walked to the mirror, staring through his reflection and sighing with disappointment.
"I thought you changed. Guess you weren't able to grow out from that hero phase or whatsoever.
-You don't know me! You don't even make sense you freak.
-We'll have time to develop on that. Dinner time!"

Slamming the door precipitately behind him, Hitoshi heard the blondie start shouting but he didn't mind some noises.

As he entered the living room after walking through the amazing mazes of the bunker, he was welcomed with a wave of questions about their new prisoner.
"How's blondie?
-Is he dead yet?
-We are supposed to keep him alive, right?"
The wooden floor cracked under Hitoshi as he faced the same talkative person in front of him. Not so tall but quite buff, with his dyed white hair he was very noticeable.
"Vicktor, relax a bit. Take a cup of tea or something we're good for the night."
The twins, a pair of black haired females appeared after Hitoshi spoke up. Camilla was the youngest, athletic and it showed. Ezra was the eldest, much more about the smarts not the brawls.

"How are we supposed to relax? We have one of the most notorious pro-heroes in our bathroom!
-Camilla has a point, chief. I don't know what's your take on this one but...I am not feeling it."
The tall lilac haired man took a few steps before stopping his body right in front of the two twins, a fierce look in his eyes as he rubbed his two hands together. The metallic rings slamming against each other and making noises.
"Did I ask you about your feelings? I'm not your fucking mother, your job is to do, not think."

He knew what he was doing.
The harsh words cut the air in half like a sword and everyone became silent.
Vicktor rushed to the kitchen and a deep voice came from it. A minute later, the white haired man came out of it with two bowls filled with soup. Carefully, he placed them on top of an old wooden table that was situated at the center of the living room. Steam spreading around the two boiling bowls of chicken soup.
"You're bringing this to him?
-I'm trying to reach out to a old school pal of mine, don't worry. I'm not going soft.
-Well, Max is making more, ladies, if you're hungry."

They walked away to have their own portion served by the little cook of this place. Maxime, they were in charge of cooking because of his quirk. They could pick up scents by their super developed nose for miles and miles if they wished to.

Groans fulled with rage came out from the bathroom as Hitoshi stepped closer. He was relentless, at least he'd give him that, and that's the one brilliant thing about Dynamight, or Bakugo Katsuki, he never gave up. His anger empowered him, and those traits...Hitoshi always envied them. If he could get the famous Dynamight in his agency, something even Shigaraki couldn't do, his league would be truly meaningful.

It would change everything.