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JOLTING UP, I WHEEZED AS I LOOKED AROUND, MIND RACING. I frowned when I didn't recognise my surroundings. I also felt something keeping my wrist held down. I looked down to see that I was on a mattress with a leather strap binding my left wrist. I gave a goofy smirk. 'Kinky.'
I bit my lip realising that I had no fucking idea where I was. Sighing, I tried to undo my binding with my other hand. To no avail of course. I groaned out loud, internally screaming at my situation. This is so stupid, I'm going to miss breakfast. My eyes widened, realizing the date. It's Saturday, the day that Kishi gets his lazy, sad ass out of bed and makes blueberry pancakes.
"LET ME GO FREE! IT'S AN EMERGENCY!" I scream, trying to break my binding. I continued to scream until the door was slammed open. A pair of livid crimson orbs made contact with my E/C ones.
"COULD YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP?!! WE'RE TRYING TO TALK OUT HERE!!" Bakugou yelled in the doorway, growling at me. I gave him a glare.
"IT IS PANCAKE SATURDAY, AND I REFUSE TO BE LATE!! LET ME GO!" I scream back, still fighting. He looked confused for a moment before slamming the door shut. I wailed as I was alone once again. I stopped tossing and turning and laid back down, tears in my eyes. "Pancake Saturday..." I cried.
I opened my eyes to see the door open slightly. A tuff of spiky red hair peeked around the door, vermilion eyes on me.
"Are... are you okay? I know your tied up and all, but why are you screaming bloody murder?" Kirishima asked cautiously.
"Well, you see-"
"SHITTY HAIR, DON'T TALK TO THE PRISONER!!" I rolled my eyes at the explosive asshole interrupting me. I saw Kirishima sweat drop.
"She's still a lady! Its super unmanly to just leave her!" He called back, a small frown on his face.
"I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!" The blonde squawked back. The red male gave a sigh before turning back to me.
"Sorry Y/N... I'll see you later!" He gave a grin before closing the door and leaving me in the dim light again. I let out a long sigh.
'Mark my words pomeranian, I will take my revenge on you for making me miss my pancakes. Oh so fluffy and tasty. You'll rule the day, you overgrown angsty teen.'
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After what felt like an eternity and a half, the door opened to reveal a familiar blackette. He closed the door and walked over to me.
"Why..?" I whine, drawing out the word. "Why do you do the things you do..?" He raised an eyebrow as he released my left wrist, allowing me to rub the raw skin.
"Well, technically it's not all my fault. You saw what happened." He shrugged, crouching down infront of me. I gave a slow shake of my head.
"Coincidentally, I don't remember anything. Which isn't new mind you. So... what exactly happened?" I ask, my voice pitch reaching higher decibels. He gave a sigh as he, what I can only assume, mentally facepalmed.
