"Just Roommates"

| 26 | Escape plan

Kirishima pov:

I had to punish Bakugou.
Ever since the league saved me I realised they aren't as bad as we thought.
In fact they're fun.
Better then my old friends!!
And they want to help me and Bakugou get back together.
Unfortunately Bakugou seems to not like me as much anymore since I became a villain.
I had to get Dabi to burn him.
I'm not letting him escape!!
I need him.

Bakugou pov:

Kirishima left me chained up in the chair all night.
I'm never getting out of here.
I can't walk.
My thighs hurt so so bad.
They still burn.
Anytime I move my legs they sting.
I made a wreck out of my body.
"You're such a wrecking ball"
Kirishima walks in.
I was trying to punch the wall.
I made a fist and not a plan.
Call me a 'wreckless wrecking ball'.
I'm bored and stoned sitting in his basement.
The leagues basement.
I still can't believe he joined them.
Everyone knows now.
I saw it on the news when he opened the door to come in, it was on the TV outside.
It said they kidnapped me and he had gone evil.
I can't take my mind off him.
Todoroki.
We never did go to the boba place..
Kirishima places a small wooden chain next to my huge chain-filled one and sits down next to me.
"How did you sleep?"
He asks, love sick in the eyes.
"I couldn't sleep with burning thighs"
I don't look at him.
I glare at the floor instead.
My knuckles hurt.
My thighs hurt.
My head hurts.
I hate him.
I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him.
"Well you shouldn't have been that stubborn"
He replies.
"So this is what you're all about?"
I hiss at him.
"I guess so! That guy shouldn't have asked you out"
I roll my eyes.
"Im Single shitty hair"
I huff.
"No you're not"
He protested.
I can't deal with him right now.
I can't even see my thighs due to the muzzle I have on, I can still talk but it prevents me from looking down.
"I always hated how people looked at you, how Aizawa got proud of you. That's my job. How Todoroki watched movies with you, that was our thing"
I growl.
"I'm sick and tired of hearing all about my life from you, with all of your lies. So maybe you should shut your mouth."
I look at him now.
He looks at me smiling.
"Honestly I think it's kinda funny, that you tell people to shut their mouths when you never shut your mouth"
He laughs.
I glare at him.
My legs hurt like a bitch.
"You're such a backstabber?? What about Denki?!"
I chided.
He beams.
"Denki has Sero! It's fine I don't really care about him if I can't have you"
That's it for me.
How fucking dare he.
"You didn't care about me!! You chose Denki over me always and now you're saying it's the other way around?? It's not!!"
I rage.
He stops smiling.
"Is that what you really think?"
He looks down.
"I'll kill Denki then"
I pale.
"What..?"
He looks back at me.
"If you think I would choose him over you, if he's not alive I can't? I'll prove my loyalty!"
My eye twitches.
"This is what I'm talking about Kirishima!!"
I throw my head back in irony.
"You can't kill people!! Especially my friends?"
I glare at the ceiling.
"Oh"
He gets up.
"Promise not to escape?"
I nod and he unties me.
Like hell I'm not gonna try to escape.
I know I can't explode him.
I have an idea.
I'm gonna earn his trust.
I'm gonna pretend to fall for him.
Maybe I can get him to go back to jail?
I hope.
I can't even stand up.
The chains are off now.
I can only move my hands and arms.
I can't move my legs at all.
"Aren't you getting up?"
I sigh in frustration.
"No shitty hair my thighs are fucking burned"
His eyebrows raise up.
"Oh right, I'll get some things for that"
He leaves the room, the door is open.
The door is open.
He did that on purpose.
Because I can't get up.
I have another idea.
Having two plans could work.
Even when my legs heal I'm gonna pretend I can't walk, so when he leaves the door open I can escape.
Plus if I act like I love him again he'll trust me.
I'm not joining the league though.
I can't even lie about that.
I will never join their pathetic league.
I smirk at my idea.
I'm smart.
He walks back in and I stop smirking.
He has bandages and petroleum jelly.
He squats in front down to my level and places the things down on the floor.
I watch him.
He gets some petroleum jelly in his hand and starts to carefully wipe it on the burnt hand marks in my thighs.
It left a mark.
I really really hope those go away.
If I have random burned hand marks as a scar it's gonna be hard to cover.
Plus people could start rumours.
As he wipes it on the burns my legs start throbbing.
It hurts like a bitch!!
I bite my lip and squeeze my hands into fists.
He goes out again to dry his hands.
I stare at my legs.
I probably look really really stupid right now.
I try to keep calm and breathe.
Shitty hair comes back and bandages my thighs.
It really fucking hurts.
It stings like hell.
FUCK.
I hiss as he pulls away.
"There we go! Now you're all better"
He grins at me and stands up.
"Do you feel better?"
I sigh dramatically and growl at him.
"No I don't!!"
I place my hands on the bandaged burned areas.
"this better now leave a mark.."
I grumble.
He walks back towards me.
"What do you want for breakfast?"
He looks sincere.
"I'm not eating anything you give me"
I barely look at him, still focused on my throbbing legs. It fucking burns.
I just want it to go away.
"Why'd you have to go and make things so complicated? Do you want pancakes?"
He asks, opening the door.
I don't reply.
"I'm gonna take that as a yes"
He leaves the door open again.
I really can't stand him.
I try to stand up.
My thighs are weak.
I collapse back into my seat the second I got up.
Once they're healed I need to make sure I can remember how to at least walk holy shit.
I can smell the pancakes he made.
He's never been a good cook so I don't know how he's managed to make all that.