Dark Reciprocation (Katsuki Bakugo x OC)(Villain Bakugo)

Chapter 62

It's been a few days since Bakugo's capture, and he's been kept in a high-security holding cell, watched constantly by the heroes. The room is cold, sterile, and devoid of any comfort. Every inch of the cell is designed to prevent him from using his quirk—restraints on his hands and suppressive technology built into the walls. But despite the confinement, Bakugo's fiery spirit remains unbroken.

Bakugo sits in the corner of the cell, his wrists still bound by quirk-dampening cuffs. He stares at the wall, his jaw clenched in frustration. "It's been days." His mind races with thoughts of the others—Rosalia, Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero. Are they safe? Did they make it out?

He knows the heroes have been watching him closely, waiting for him to slip up, to give them something they can use. But he hasn't spoken a word since the moment they dragged him in. He refuses to give them the satisfaction.

Every day, the heroes come to question Bakugo. They try different tactics—coercion, threats, even trying to appeal to his sense of morality. But no matter what they do, Bakugo remains silent, his expression cold and unyielding.

One of the heroes, a seasoned interrogator, leans forward, frustration etched on his face. "You know, Bakugo," he says, his tone calm but firm, "the more you resist, the worse this gets for you and your friends. We know you're not working alone. You can save yourself a lot of trouble by telling us where the rest of your team is."

Bakugo's eyes narrow, but he doesn't say a word. He glares at the hero, his hands clenching into fists, even though he knows his quirk is suppressed. "They think I'll crack." He leans back in his chair, his silence cutting through the room like a blade.

The heroes have tried everything to get a rise out of Bakugo, but nothing has worked. He's been stone-faced, impenetrable—until now. One of the heroes, a younger one, shifts tactics, his voice dropping as he speaks.

"You know, Bakugo," the young hero says, his tone casual but laced with something darker, "we've been looking into your team. And one name keeps coming up—Rosalia." He pauses, watching Bakugo's reaction closely. "She's important to you, isn't she? I wonder what she's doing right now. Maybe we should pay her a visit..."

The mention of Rosalia's name is like a spark igniting a fuse. Bakugo's entire body tenses, his eyes flashing with fury. "They don't get to touch her." His lips curl into a snarl, and for the first time, he speaks.

"You're not laying a damn finger on her," Bakugo growls, his voice low and dangerous. His eyes are locked onto the hero, his anger radiating off him like heat. "You think taking me means you can get to her? Think again."

The room falls silent as Bakugo's words hang in the air. The young hero takes a step back, startled by the intensity of Bakugo's reaction. The older hero, sensing an opportunity, leans in.

"You can protect her, Bakugo," the older hero says, his voice smooth and calculated. "All you have to do is tell us where she is. We'll make sure she's safe. But if you keep this up..." He lets the threat linger, his meaning clear.

Bakugo's eyes blaze with fury. "They think I'll betray her to keep her safe." He shakes his head, his voice filled with venom. "You're not touching her," he repeats, his tone even more dangerous. "I'll take whatever you throw at me, but you're not going anywhere near Rosalia."

Despite the pain and frustration, Bakugo's resolve only hardens. They can threaten him, torture him, do whatever they want—but they won't get to Rosalia. Not while he's still breathing. He sits back in his chair, his gaze unflinching as he stares down the heroes. "They'll never break me."

The days continue to pass, and the time for Bakugo's trial is drawing near. The heroes have been preparing to parade him in front of the public, to make an example out of him. But despite everything, Bakugo's thoughts remain focused on one thing—Rose's safety.

As the day of the trial approaches, Bakugo sits alone in his cell, his mind racing. He knows they're going to use him to try and bait the rest of the group out, to lure Rose into a trap. But he won't let them. "She's smart. She'll know to stay away."

He can still feel thewarmth of Rose's last kiss, the way she looked at him before she ran. He'llnever forget it. And as long as he's alive, he'll protect her, even from adistance. "They can take me, but they won't take her."