VillainDeku: a twist

3 - Useless

After Bakugo has his dinner, he is placed back to where he belongs. "You guys don't have a proper prison," he laughed trying to comprehend more of this unfamiliar place. "Why would we need one? We don't capture people, with the exception of you... We kill people," Deku chuckled with Bakugo.

"Why did you capture me," he says when Deku sits beside him against the wall.

"Who knows... for your quirk? For revenge? For fun?" Deku smiled slyly at Bakugo.

"Stop being so fucking confusing," Bakugo growled looking the other way. Silence followed. The normal "sorry kacchan" no longer followed Deku's replies.

Shigaraki came in later, breaking their awkward silence. "Get ready for the night raid," he said then walked away. Deku picked himself up and proceeded out the room. He turned around at the threshold and greeted, "See you later Kacchan, don't get too bored without me!"

"Tch," Bakugo clicked, "As if I would shitty nerd."

Most of the people at the League of Villains have gone on the raid and Bakugo looked behind him at the cuffs, trying to figure out a way to free himself.

But before he scrutinized the cuffs any further he looked amongst the ceiling to see if there were any cameras. None. Strange.

The metal cuffs were heavy but lighter than the gaunlets Bakugo carried. They were meticulous in detail, for the carvings were in a scaled pattern. Bakugo now noticed that the handcuffs had a touch of cold. He shaked his hands, causing him to hear slight clanging. He assumed they were little balls in each of the scales carved in the cuffs.

Bakugo understood these cuffs were custom made. For who, he could only assume for himself as the cold glass beads seemed to be a cooler, preventing him from sweating to produce nitroglycerin.

Not to mention, the material seemed very hard. He couldn't break it with his own strength. If only he had his quirk...

Having to give up breaking the handcuffs, he moved on to the next thing. Bakugo analysed how far the chain connected to the war would go. He got up and walked forwards and measured about 1.5 metres of chain length from his cuffs to the hook on the wall.

He tried running with speed from the wall to see if he had enough power to pull apart the chain or the hook off the wall or whatever that could help him escape. After a few tries, Bakugo puffed on the floor, having made no advancements.

He could hear few voices in the hallways outside the room he was in. He quickly crawled back the position Deku left him, cautious of others who may report his attempts to escape.

The voices stopped moving but continued to talk. They were right outside his door. For now, Bakugo subsided in moving but glanced around the room to see if there were any objects within reach to help him. Futile. The only objects within his circle was the chair he sat on. And even that required more planning to achieve his goal to escape.

After what seemed like years of trying, Bakugo could feel his eyes closing in. Drowsiness set in and he leaned against the wall to sleep. Dreaded at his futile state.