𝒟𝑜 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌? ᰔ K. Bakugo

Chapter 29: Betrayal

Yapping session: I can't wait to write the christmas chapter with Eri despite already having a Christmas Chapter and getting shittier at writing. Some fluff with the league in the sooner chapters since my depressed ass is feeling good rn. I'm prob gonna write a real book once I've improved my English to get money. Motivational purposes. And why is my writing style in part1 kinda hilarious LMAO. AND WHY DID I FIND OUT ALL MY DIALOGUE'S HAVE PUNCTATION MISTAKES WTF.Srry for mischaracterization I will edit everything later.

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This will probably be the last chapter I will post before 2025, SOOO....

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Thanks for the many tears I've shed and the angst that inspired me to write the angst in my own ff.

Love y'all's fanfic btw.

I told y'all I would tag bcs u made me sob.

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See how I'm binge writing on Christmas and New Years, Tomura?

Tears in my 时光代理人 (link click) eyes. 

written on: 25.12.2024-31.12.2024
published on: 31.12.2024
word count: ~3673 words

TW: angst, su!cidal behavior

!!PLEASE SEEK FOR HELP IF YOU RELATE TO ANYTHING SU!CIDAL IN THIS FANFICTION. You are good enough. U deserve to live. I'm proud of y'all <3.

Homage - Mild High Club

Hey kids - Molina

The countless suicide attempts you had done in the past hours were prevented by Toga as she knocked the spike out of your hand before you could seriously harm yourself. 

Dabi had stayed silent as he was noticeably bored, sitting on a wooden box as his eyes were fixated on the ceiling rather than you. 

You didn't even try to escape. It would be of no use. 

"[Y/N], let's be friends!", said Toga as she took another one of your spikes away. 

"If I don't die first."

It was only a matter of time before he would appear.

You didn't want to be experimented on as you were still shaken up by the HPSC's intentions.

Hours filled with anxiety seemed to pass, the sound of the clock filling every second. 

Tick.

Tack. 

Tick.

Tack

Before the door opened again, the old wood scrunched against the tiles as it left a high-pitched sound; Shigaraki appeared in the threshold.

The dim light seemed to flicker twice before you even registered his appearance as you slowly lifted your head, strands of your messy hair falling to the side.

 The hand on his face obscured your vision on his face yet you knew what he was about to say.

Your fate was sealed.  

"My master is ready to see you." 

A spike suddenly formed on your palm again, as it was the last chance you had. However, instead of directing it at your throat, like you did countless times before, you feigned to strike it before it suddenly grew in size.