28 - blood

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Y'all know what Kiri does during this so imma focus mainly on Bakugo

Bakugo
His vision blacked out and he felt something cold clench down on his wrists. Next thing he knew he was strapped to a chair, his hands chained together in quirk sealing cuffs.

Looking around he saw white. Everything was white. White tiled walls and floors, a white chair and a white door. The only thing with colour was his clothing. The black standing out obviously.

Struggling a little he tested the strength of the bindings. The rope allowing him to simply lean forward a few millimetres. Sideways movement was impossible.

Lifting his arms he attempted to slide out of the ropes but the villains had thought of that too, the cuffs links being attached to a rope as well.

Just as he was pondering his next movement the white door slammed open, being the only colour in the room Bakugo couldn't help but stare.

It was the asshole that had kidnapped him, hair that was identical to his but black. He wore a large black trenchcoat with silver cogs at the end of the sleeves. His face was quite attractive, if you ignored the large purple scars under his eyes and from the jaw down.

The man's black combat boots stomped towards him, pausing momentarily before walking around him in slow, purposeful circles.

Halting directly in front of Bakugo the two glared at each other for a few seconds before the black haired man finally spoke.

"Welcome to the League's hideout Bakugo, I'm Dabi. I'll make this nice and simple so you understand." The man leaned into Bakugo's face, who had nowhere to back away to.

"Join the league." He practically whispered into Bakugo's ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

"Fuck off you fuck-munch, no way am I joining your lame-o hero rejects club." He practically growled with as much malice as he could muster. Dabi simple backed up a bit before sighing sadly.

"In that case, Bakugo Katsuki, welcome to your worst nightmare." Dabi muttered before leaving, the door left slightly ajar.

Straining against the bonds Bakugo attempted to see what was outside, but he didnt have to wait. Soon a blonde haired girl burst through the door, wheeling in a metal tray.

She smirked down at Bakugo, making him genuinely fear what she would do. Her smile was twisted into something of both delight and bloodlust.

Setting her tray down beside Bakugo she knelt in front of him,grabbing his face in her soft hands.

"You are going to look so pretty covered in your own blood!" She squealed in delight. Bakugo shivered in fear and tried to pull away, but her grip was too strong.

Gore warning, from here on Bakugo gets tortured BAD, so if you can't handle/don't like, skip till you see the bold.

As she released his face he watched as she grabbed what appeared to be a medical scalpel. Walking towards him she grabbed one of his biceps and slid the sharp knife under his skin.

Bakugo trembled in pain, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of his cries. He could feel the knife as it slowly sliced from his shoulder down to his elbow before she removed it.

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