Bruises and bitemarks

29 - Please

This chapter is short but action packed so prepare your popcorn

Kirishima
It had been a week since Bakugo had returned and he seemed... Different. The first thing Kirishima noticed was that Bakugo was less likely to send off explosions. Not completely impossible but it almost seemed like he didn't want to.

When they had found Bakugo he had been covered in shallow injuries. Slices on his arms and leg as well as bruises all over his body, it was a miracle he had been able to hold onto Kirishima without falling off.

The second thing Kirishima noticed was that Bakugo was less affectionate than he used to be. No longer would Bakugo occasionally hold his hand, or give him a small peck on the cheek. And that broke his heart.

One day while they were switching classes Kirishima decided to find out what the problem was. Grabbing Bakugo by the hand he yanked his boyfriend into the toilets and pushed him into a corner so he couldn't run.

"What's going on Katsuki you've been acting different lately. Is it something I've done because if so then just tell me and I'll try to fix it... Please say something." Tears started to form in Kirishima's eyes when Bakugo didn't respond, he simply stated at him with blank eyes.

"Kirishima..." He started, but the fact he used his last name broke Kirishima's heart. Turning away he let the tears start to fall.

"Dont bother, Bakugo. It's obvious how you feel so we should just end it." Walking out Kirishima waited for a few seconds,but Bakugo didn't chase after him.

With new tears pouring down his face he headed to the nurse's office, he didn't feel like pretending to happy in front of the rest of the class.

Bakuno
He watched as Kirishima walked out of the toilets. He leaned back against the wall and smirked, that was one. One of the things Bakugo loved was now gone and hated him.

Pulling out a small scrap of paper from his pocket he read it.

1.Kirishima
2.Allmight
3.The bakusquad
4.Family

Pocketing the paper he felt a sharp stabbing pain in his chest and quickly locked himself in one of the toilet stalls.

His hands started to tremble and melted away into more slender hands. His spiky blonde hair became longer and straightened out down his back. The front of his uniform bulged as breasts grew and the blood red eyes became yellow.

Reaching into her pocket Toga pulled out a small vial of dark red liquid. Removing the lid she downed it quickly and morphed back into Bakugo's form.

Unlocking the door she hurried back to the classroom. Stalking in with a glare she sat in Bakugo's seat, answering questions in Bakugo's voice, and no-one suspected a thing.

Bakugo
Bakugo's mind was fuzzy, how long had he been in this room for? 3,5 days? Maybe a week. He didn't know for certain.

Every now and then they'd give him something to eat, or they'd untie him and let him stretch a little. He had attempted to escape but the bloodloss and the lack of regular exercise had weakened him significantly.

All it took was a few well aimed punches and a bit of his quirk before Bakugo was cowering in fear as Dabi tied him back to the chair, tutting how "naughty boy's don't get free time."

The torture was intense, but never enough to kill him. They seemed more focused on collecting his blood for whatever strange reason.

'Please' he prayed to whatever gods exist, 'Please let me get out of here to see Eijiro again.'