𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃.

𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝

There you lie, completely unconscious, with your hands tied together. Your shirt is raised just above your chest, revealing your bra and the small cuts that have been made from your chest to your stomach, the blood still trickling down. Some tarp is laid out beneath you, giving Bakugo a bad feeling about this.

"What the fuck." Kirishima mutters, staring at the sight in horror. Meanwhile, Bakugo's furious, shaking with rage. Someone has hurt his girl, scared her, touched her, cut her up..and they're going to pay. "We should call the police."

"No. There's no time. We're settling this now. There are gloves in my car. Go run and get them."

"What? Bakugo, you're being crazy-"

"Just do what I say!" He snaps, and Kirishima does, running to the car, and quickly returning with the gloves.

After slipping the gloves on, Bakugo quietly enters your home, grabbing a knife from the kitchen and arming himself, while Kirishima watches. There's some creaking from the basement, and then footsteps going up the stairs. Bakugo grips the knife tightly, feeling his heart pounding in his chest, adrenaline pumping through his veins.

The door creaks open, and out comes a blonde girl, her gloved hands clutching a knife that's doused in blood. Your blood. That sight alone is enough to make Bakugo crack.

He grabs her by the throat, slamming her against the wall and pressing down on her neck roughly, causing her to drop the knife. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, cutting her up like that. How dare you hurt her. How dare you touch her."

The fanged girl chokes, crying out in pain, grabbing at his arms and rubbing her fingers down them, scratching him. He's strangling her harder and harder, and tears are streaming down her face, eyes rolling to the back of her head.

"Bakugo let her go!" Kirishima cries out, unable to watch the scene. Calming down slightly, he lets her go, watching her sink to the floor, coughing and gasping, finally able to get some air in her lungs.

But then, she smiles, a sick grin crossing her face. "I know you. I've seen you following her too. I wonder how your precious (y/n) would react to seeing you like this. I wonder how long it'll take for her to wake up."

He can't help but glance over at you, seeing you still completely passed out, your shirt now covering your body, thanks to Kirishima freeing your hands and pulling it down.

"She knows about me, so it won't be long until she knows about you. You're just as bad as me. You stalk her, take her things, her underwear, and you're a mur-" Before she could finish that sentence, Bakugo grabs her by the neck, jamming his knife into her stomach.

"Shut the fuck up." He stabs her repeatedly, before pulling his knife out and slitting her throat.

He drops her now lifeless body onto the tarp beneath him, glancing down at it, and panting softly. "H-holy shit. You killed her."

"Ejirou, I'm going to need you to listen to me very closely, okay? (Y/n)'s very important to me. I really, really like her. This girl was going to hurt her. Wouldn't you do anything to protect the ones you love?" Bakugo grabbed his face, locking eyes with the redhead. He nodded, calming down slightly.

"And you know I love you, right? So you have to promise to keep this between us. Promise me." 

"I promise. I love you, bro." Kirishima wraps his arms around Bakugo, pulling him into a hug. Bakugo hugs him back, despite being squeezed tightly by the bigger redhead.

"Now, let's clean this place before (y/n) wakes up."

--

When you wake up, you're laying on the couch, wrapped up with multiple different blankets. Your vision is blurry, your head hurts, and you can barely remember what happened before you fell asleep. Blearily, you look around the room, before finding Kirishima and Bakugo talking about something and sitting at the kitchen table.

"You guys came? What happened?" You slur, rubbing your throbbing head.

"Well when we got here, you were totally passed out. We didn't know if we should stay or go, but we decided to stay, just to make sure everything's okay." He explained.

You managed to crack a smile at their thoughtfulness. "That's very sweet of you. Thanks, guys. Ugh, I feel like shit."

"Do you want anything? Like water or something?" Bakugo offers.

"I think I'm good, thanks though. I think I'm just going to head to bed. I'm not feeling well." You tell the boys, slowly getting to your feet. "Thanks for staying over, though."

"Also, (y/n)? I think we scared whoever it was off, because we didn't see anyone tonight. You should be safe now, but if you need anything, just call or text, or whatever." Bakugo reassures you, making you smile.

"Thanks, Bakugo, I will."

--

"Holy shit," Kirishima says once again, slumping back in the car seat and gripping the wheel tightly.

Bakugo can't help but feel bad. He probably traumatized his friend, and he never intended on bringing him in the middle of this, but there's nothing he can do about it now.

"You did good in there. Now let's get out of here and get rid of the body before (y/n)'s mom comes home or someone else sees us." He tells his red haired companion.

"Wait, a second Bakugo, I need you to explain a few things to me. I heard what that girl said in there. Have you been stalking (y/n)?"

Bakugo takes a deep breath. Might as well tell him now, and just leave everything out in the open. "Yes. I have. Everything she does just drives me crazy, and I have to see her all the time. I fucking need her, Ejirou. And...I killed someone else for her, too."

"You what?"

"Just drive to the old junkyard, and I'll explain everything there," Bakugo tells him.

--

"Fucking hell, Katsuki." Kirishima sighs, rubbing his temples, after hearing Bakugo explain everything to him.

Just hearing about it stresses him out. Now, Ejirou loves Bakugo like a brother, so he won't tell anyone, and he'll cover for him. And maybe it is a bit justified, but it's still wrong.

"I'm not going to tell anyone, okay? But I don't want to get any more involved in this than I already am."