QUIRK CHILDREN

1: BAKUGO KATSUKI

[WARNING: LANGUAGE]

"YOU FUCKERS! GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER!" The ashy blond haired man chained to the wall screamed. His red eyes burned with hatred and fury as he stared at the man with the vial approach his classmate, who was also chained to the wall. His palms itched to create his usual explosions, but the quirk restraining cuffs prevented him from even moving his hands, making sure there was no chance of using his quirk. Jiro, the girl chained to the wall across from Bakugo, had quirk restraining cuffs not only on her hands and feet, but also over her ears, and as the class had found out, couldn't hear a thing. She stared in mute terror as the man made the pulling motion once again. A purple liquid floated out of her chest and swirled around before folding itself into the vial. The man corked it and watched as it moved on its own accord. Bakugo thrashed against his chains once again, his throat raw from screaming so much in the last... what was it? Week? Month? Year? Long enough for this to become a routine.

The entirety of class 1A had been kidnapped straight out of the U.A. dorms. It was the league of villains, again. Although they had two more main members and for some reason no urge to kill the heroes in training. Yet. The two new members seemed to be identical twins, and one of them came daily to extract the colored substance from the young heroes' chests. The other had yet to reveal his quirk.

The class had been split into groups of four and chained in somewhat small rooms. They had metal dog-like collars around their necks and and quirk restraining cuffs around their arms and legs, and/or their quirkly appendages. Each of these cuffs had chains leading from them to the wall and it seemed no kind of brute strength could force them to give even the tiniest little bit. They were given one meal and only three cups of water daily, leaving the teens frustrated, hungry and dehydrated.

Meanwhile, U.A. and the pro heroes were searching high and low for the class of prodigies. U.A. was taking hits left and right from the public, who're bashing them for once again letting their students get kidnapped. Unfortunately, there were exactly zero leads for them to work with. Kurogiri had simply teleported them away from the dorms into wherever the heck they were now.

The man turned and started towards Bakugo, sliding the purple vial into his belt when vials filled with other living colors writhed around and pulling out the third to last empty vial. Bakugo hated everything about him. His messy black hair, forever imprinted grin, the way he walked, his clothes, his motives, his lively brown eyes. Him. He stopped and rested his hand on Bakugo's chest, causing the teen to jerk away, growling like a caged animal. If possible, the man's sadistic grin got wider.

"Aww! Playing again, Katsuki?" He chirped, taking a step closer and stopped blinking as he stared the ashy blond teen down.

"Don't call me that, you fucking asshole..." Bakugo growled, baring his teeth at his captor. "When I get out of here, I'm gonna blast you to kingdom come. You'll go crying for your mommy and beg to get out of hell."

"Good luck with that, Katsuki. We plan on keeping you where you are until death do us part, y'know? No hard feelings, but I don't think you can keep your end of the bargain." The man chuckled, snatching the young boy's chin in an iron grip and pulling him closer, once again resting a hand on Bakugo's chest. He began to pull the flecked orange and yellow substance from the teen, leaving a prickly feeling like when your foot's fallen asleep. Bakugo gritted his teeth against the uncomfortable feeling, refusing to release the man from his angry red glare.

"What is it. The thing you take from us. What the hell is it?" Bakugo had enough of not knowing what the man was even doing. Time to at least be able to recognize what it was he was stealing.

"Finally, all the other groups had asked. Your group was starting to give me anxiety for not asking, Katsuki, Kyoka, Koji, Tsuyu. Though I guess it can't be helped, since Katsuki the Hothead is the only one able to properly communicate in this group. I'll keep this short and simple. It's your quirk." The man dramatically bowed, simultaneously folding the stolen orange substance into the vial.

"What the hell do you mean it's our quirks?!" Bakugo raised his voice, twitching as it came out raspy and painful.

"My quirk is the ability to copy someone's quirk and make it physical. I prefer the liquid form for what we do with it. So technically, if I were to drink this vial," He waved the corked vial filled with the orange and yellow flecked quirk in Bakugo's face. "I would gain your quirk, explosion. And if I mix two quirks together, I could gain a quirk like that half-cold half-hot or a mix, like the internal combustion quirk we created from you and your dearest Kyoka's quirk over there. You understand? Or is it too much for your tiny brain?"

"I understand all right, you fucking asshole. What the fuck are you even going to do with these quirks, you goddamn prick?!" Bakugo trembled, trying to hold back his anger, but ultimately failed, as it slipped out and clipped at his words. The man tilted his head to the side like it should be obvious.

"We're creating children with them." Again, he acted like it should be obvious.

"What the hell? How the fuck?" Bakugo's anger quickly rolled its way into confusion. Frankly, the other two listening in on the conversation were confused as fuck too. They just couldn't express it verbally.

"You know my brother? He has a quirk similar to mine. He can transform liquid quirks into fully functional human infants. They even look like their parents, it's amazing. In fact, if I recall correctly, you actually have a couple kids yourself. Congrats, you're a parent, Katsuki." The man flicked the teen's nose before turning and wandering over to Koda. Bakugo shut up, falling to the floor with a thump and contemplating the news.

He's a parent... at 15. With other teens in his class, no matter the gender. What the fuck. All he wanted to do was be the number one fucking hero and now he has kids?

He slammed his fists into the concrete, angry. Who do these fuckers think they are?! Playing with humans like this?!

The door clicked shut, but not before the man uttered something that made all but Jiro freeze.

"If you're good, you might be able to see your classmates. They've been waiting for you guys..." The room felt colder, and the three teens able to hear looked at each other. Jiro just looked around, bewildered at what could make the other three act like this. Bakugo turned away, slamming his constraints against the ground once again. Tsuyu made a croaking noise from behind her gag, causing the furious teen to look up at the frog girl. She begged him with her eyes. She wanted to get out. She wanted to see the others. She wanted to move again.

Out of the four, Tsuyu had it the worst. All of the regular things, except for the fact that she was actually chained to the wall, suspended over the ground and physically unable to move, along with the gag keeping her tongue locked up inside her mouth. All in all, it was torture for the frog quirked girl.

It made Bakugo even angrier. He swore to himself that he'd manage to let them see the rest of the class and then not let anything else happen to his cell mates.

"I will, Tsuyu. I will." He didn't have the heart to call them by his rude nicknames, so he had taken to actually calling them by their real names. It was the least he could do to ease the burden.

But one thought ran through all of their minds.

Where are the heroes?