Devils Food Cake

Unbreakable spirit/The League - DkBk

(For @0XxSukixX0 !! Happy birthday and thank you for all the support on all my works, it means a lot  and I can't wait to see more of your theories ^^ I hope you had a wonderful day.)

Being kidnapped was not Katsukis sexual fantasy. But the man watching him was. The man who disappeared a few years prior and he hadn't known was alive until now. The man who was now a villain. 

Additional tags;

- Cnc (?? Katsukis into it but his emotions are a bit all over the place as of now. Think of this as a life affirming fxck)

- Izukus a little bit of an obsessive stalker if you squint 

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Being kidnapped on the first trip during hero school would not be anyone's idea of ideal.

Especially not Bakugou Katsuki's.

Oh, the day had started off great, don't get him wrong. He'd been pushing his boundaries in quirk usage, seizing up his classmates and actively stunning them in his skills; be it his cooking or what not. It hadn't been a perfect day but it had been a good day.

Until they got attacked by that damn League for the third time that school year.

And he'd been the target.

So yeah. Not fun.

Doubly not fun when he was forced, mid chokehold, into some stupid portal and sucked into some magic orb before waking up in some dingy basement with a stabbed up All Might poster on the wall. His hands were freezing, concealed in the cuffs that were shackled onto his wrists and chained down to the floor.

Shigaraki went through his spiel, yada yada, join my emo band. You know it. None of this really amused him, since he found it criminally insulting to be bunched up with these murderous, crime-lusting fiends. Tomura had said he had potential, had said that his quirk could be used to cause such destruction that it'd be useful to them. Said that the heroes weren't utilizing his abilities properly.

They'd fed his ego, that's for sure. They'd fed Katsuki's ego through a silver spoon like he had been fed all his life but they didn't know that his spirit was too hardened to break. Being a hero was his passion, his goal in life. He had a strict sense of morale and didn't let himself be brought down with delusions.

Or perhaps.. There wasn't a single morsel of him that resented the heroes enough to switch sides. Unlike the others his quirk had always been widely accepted as heroic. He held no ill will to those who praised him openly, there was nothing whatsoever that could convince him to switch sides.

However, he'd thought that his arguing and insulting would get him a fight or some sort of opening to escape; not that he'd be put into a sterile yet padded room with a very obvious camera in the corner of the ceiling right above the locked door, blinking with a red light.

Katsuki squinted up at it from the thin mattress, the bed creaking with every shift of movement he made. The room was a peeling white, fitted with caged lights and a low hanging fan with plastic wings. And there, tauntingly, we're things that could be used as weapons of escape, had his hands been free.

Originally he'd been passing time by counting in his head while looking around the room and trying to avoid looking directly into the beaded cap of the camera, but once he got past the first three hours it sort of died off.

Now he was just staring at the wall, thinking through all possible scenarios that could possibly happen.

However seeing his old childhood friend open the door he'd been staring at, who had disappeared years ago under suspicious circumstances was not one of those options.