YOU F*CKING COPYCAT!! Bakugo x Reader

26: Their Room

Y/n trembled in terror, realizing the trouble they got themself into. Knowing they couldn't get out of this mess, they did the only logical move.

"What do you want from me, Shigaraki?" Y/n asked, making it clear that they understood the situation: their captor was a villian who killed many people, ran an underground villainous organization, and had hundreds, if not thousands, of people at his disposal. He wasn't someone to resist.

"I don't want anything from you. I'm just following orders," Shigaraki said, making it clear that Y/n somewhat misunderstood, not that it made them feel any better. If Shigaraki was following orders, that meant that he looked up to someone that was, most likely, more dangerous than the crusty man himself.

"Who's orders?" Y/n pushed, hoping to get more information while also distracting Shigaraki. Unfortunately, it didn't work.

"Stand up, Y/n," he ordered, "Or this won't end well for you."

Y/n instantly obeyed, rising cautiously from the cold, damp, ground. They were led over to Kurogiri who opened a portal as "requested" by his boss, and promptly closed it as soon as everyone was on the other side. When Y/n looked at their new surroundings, they noticed that they were in a large, but dark, room. They shivered from the cold and the deep voice that interupted the eery silence.

"Who's the kid, Shigaraki? I thought you said you didn't want anymore recruitments," another white-haired man said, stepping out of the shadows. This man, however, looked almost nothing like Y/n's captor. He was taller, had many purple scars kept together with numerous staples, and had crystal blue eyes. This man was Dabi. Y/n had seen him multiple times on TV.

"They're not a recruit. This is L/n Y/n."

Dabi paused, his eyebrows merely hinting at surprise.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure! I wouldn't bring some random brat here otherwise," Shigaraki answered, clearly upset.

"You still haven't told me why I'm here," Y/n cut in.

"You'll have to wait for answers. Kurogiri, take them to their room."

Kurogiri opened another portal and politely asked Y/n to go through. As soon as they did they saw a nice room, one suited to all their interests and hobbies. They were a bit creeped out about it, though. Someone had been watching them for at least a few months. Shivers went down Y/n's back. They knew that while they would not mind living in the room, it was not an ideal situation. Being stuck in the same building with a bunch of villians that wanted something with them could end in death. Y/n, however, figured it was unlikely seeing how much trouble the villians must of gone through to get some of the items in the room. This was likely intended to be a permanent stay.

Kurogiri watched Y/n with interest as they looked around the room, inspecting their surroundings. After they decided to sit down on a plush couch instead of walking around in pointless circles, Y/n realized Kurogiri was still in the room.

"Can you tell me why I'm here?" they asked, exasperated, "I'm drawing blanks."

Kurogiri only shook his head in response.

"Why won't anyone here tell me anything?!" Y/n nearly screamed, "You should, at the very least, tell me why!"

"I'm afraid I can't do that. You'll be told soon. I suggest you rest. If you are hungry, ring the bell by the door," Kurogiri directed before portaling out of the room.

"Damn it!" Y/n yelled into the nearest pillow they grabbed, "Why am I here?!"

Eventually, Y/n stood up from the couch and plopped onto the bed. They tossed and turned, but managed to fall into a restless slumber.

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After a few hours, Y/n woke up to a gentle knocking on the door. They groaned and sat up from the bed.

"Go away. I'm not in the mood," they grumbled.

The knocking stopped, but was replaced with the sound of a turning lock. The door clicked open, and Kurogiri stepped in with a plate of food.

"You must be hungry," he stated, placing the plate on a sidetable, "It's your favorite."

"How do you know that?" Y/n asked meekly, glaring at Kurogiri.

"We watched you."

"Why?"

"I'm afraid I can't say."

"What can you tell me, then?"

"This is where you're going to be living from now on. We made sure your room was to your taste, as is customary for permanent residents."

"What?!"

"This is-"

"I know! I know what you said!" Y/n interupted,"Can you leave?"

Kurogiri left the room and locked it again, leaving the distressed teen in silence.

"Shit," they muttered under their breath. At least they knew something about their situation. They weren't going to be killed, they were somehow important to the villians, and they weren't going to leave. Y/n sat on the edge of "their" bed and reached for the plate of still-steaming food. They ate their food without hesitation, glad they had some comfort. When they finished, they stood up to shower in the bathroom attatched to their room. When they stepped in, they saw an array of shampoos, conditioner, and soaps, all suited to their needs. The shower had a control panel with many buttons. Y/n fiddled with them until they got the right temperature and pressure. After they were done, they toweled off, got dressed into some clean clothes they found in their drawers, and stepped back into their room.

Y/n spotted a large box on their bed and walked towards it. On top of the box was a not that read, I thought you might want these. It took a lot of convincing to get Shigaraki to let me give you your belongings. Your gaming system will be returned soon. -Kurogiri. Y/n stared at the note for awhile before they decided to open the "gift." They set the note down on the sidetable and lifted the box lid. Inside they saw photos of Bakugo and their friends and family, their phone, their favorite blanket and pillow, makeup, accessories, and keepsakes. Imediately Y/n grabbed their phone and unlocked it. They opened up their messages and attempted to message Bakugo, but it didn't work.

"No..!" they whispered under their breath.

"That's not going to work," a voice said from behind. It was Kurogiri.

"Why?"

"The only way I could get Shigaraki to let you have your phone back was to make it impossible to contact anyone that wasn't in the organization. I'm sorry, it was the best I could do."

"It's fine, I get it," Y/n assured. In reality, they didn't understand at all. They were even more frustrated than before. "Thanks for the stuff, though. I apreciate it."

"Of course. I also have your gaming system. I put it on the desk in the corner."

Y/n looked over to the desk and saw that the system was set up exactly the same as it was in the dorm. They thanked Kurogiri before he left. Y/n flopped down on their bed angrily. Not only were they abducted, not told why, had their freedom taken away with no hope of getting it back, they also figured out that nothing about their life was private.