Vitaevor (BNHA x Villain OC)

6: Pasts Unveiled, Fates Shadowed

Vitaevor stepped through the portal, emerging back into the familiar dim light of the bar. His cold, calculating gaze swept across the room as the swirling black mist of Kurogiri's warp gate vanished behind him. The air inside the bar was heavy with tension; the mission had been a success, but that didn't mean the night was over. In his grasp, Bakugo struggled futilely, bound tightly, his explosive power contained and useless against the iron grip of Vitaevor.

The boy’s ferocity hadn’t waned despite his capture. His fiery red eyes glared up at Vitaevor, hatred and defiance burning in their depths. Every movement was met with Bakugo’s snarling attempts to break free, though they proved futile. Vitaevor’s expression remained impassive, indifferent to the tantrum. To him, Bakugo was nothing more than an asset, a trophy from a hunt well-executed.

The bar was quiet when he entered, the remaining members of the Vanguard Action Squad scattered, lounging after the successful raid at the forest training camp. All eyes shifted towards Vitaevor as he dragged Bakugo forward, depositing him roughly onto the floor like a hunter returning with prized game.

Kurogiri, who had been stationed near the bar counter, his ethereal form swirling with mist and shadow, glided forward without hesitation. His calm demeanor contrasted sharply with the raw hostility emanating from Bakugo.

“You’ve returned successfully," Kurogiri remarked, his voice smooth as ever. His golden eyes glinted from within the shadows of his form as he glanced briefly at Bakugo, who snarled up at him. "Impressive work, everyone. Tomura will be pleased to see the prize."

Vitaevor entered the bar with Bakugo in his grasp, his hand firmly gripping the back of the boy’s neck. Bakugo thrashed and snarled, his teeth bared like a feral animal as he struggled to free himself. But no matter how hard Bakugo pushed, no matter how much rage boiled within him, it was futile. Vitaevor's strength was absolute, his hold unbreakable.

"Let me go, you bastard!" Bakugo roared, jerking his body violently. His Quirk flared in his palms, but before he could even attempt to explode out of Vitaevor’s grasp, a strange coldness seeped through his veins. It was as if the very life force within him was being drained, his power sapped away before it had a chance to manifest.

Vitaevor’s eyes glinted, cold and indifferent. "Stop fighting," he muttered, his voice calm and steady. "Every time you resist, I’ll take more."

Bakugo’s limbs trembled as the energy drained from him, his legs buckling slightly beneath the weight of the unnatural fatigue. But despite the sudden wave of exhaustion, his spirit refused to yield. Teeth clenched, he twisted again, trying to swing his arms in a wild, desperate attempt to shake Vitaevor off.

Another surge of draining cold washed through him.

Bakugo gasped as his strength was siphoned away, his vision blurring at the edges. His knees hit the floor, hard, the impact sending a sharp jolt of pain through his body, but he barely noticed. His breathing came in ragged bursts now, each one weaker than the last as he felt his energy slipping through his fingers like water.

"Y-you think… this will stop me?!" Bakugo growled through gritted teeth, his voice strained but still defiant. He tried to rise again, but his legs wouldn’t respond. "I’m… not… finished!"

Vitaevor’s grip tightened slightly, his cold gaze focused entirely on Bakugo’s trembling form as he bent down to bring himself at eye level with the student. "I don’t need to finish you," he said, his voice eerily calm despite the wicked, sadistic smile stretched across his lips, "You’ll finish yourself."

Bakugo’s hands clenched into fists, the raw fury inside him igniting once more. With a roar, he summoned every last ounce of his strength, pushing through the fatigue, the weakness, the drain—he would not be taken down like this.