PRETTY THINGS CAN HURT || katsuki bakugo [ √ ]

°~Chapter 28: Rescue Mission~°

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es·cape
/əˈskāp/
verb

break free from confinement or control.

·an act of breaking free from confinement or control.

·fail to be noticed or remembered by (someone)

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If you remember anything, Giga is your blood father, Himiko is your blood sister.)
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Everyone's eyes widened as the
(S/C), (H/C) haired girl was dragged into the portal, her tear-stricken face burning in their minds as they realized exactly how unlively everything was without her there.

Katsuki's hands dug into the ground, his eyes glued to where the portal had been. Only moments before, he was being dragged away, in the claws of a villain, and it all changed in a split second...

She had traded places with him.

Why?

That's when it hit him. She didn't do it for him, or not just him. She did it because she didn't promise she would make it back.

She made everyone else promise... Except herself.

And he was pissed off about it.

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Your POV

"Its so strange." Shigaraki waves his hand in the air. "Why are the heroes being criticized? They way they were dealing with things was just a little off the mark."

I send a glare across the room as Shigaraki spoke. And if looks could kill, everyone here would be 6 feet under.

"Is it because it's their job to protect?" Shigaraki continues. "Everyone makes a mistake or two. Are they suppose to be perfect?"

As he's monologuing, my eyes are darting around the room, taking in everything and trying to conjure an escape plan.

"Modern-day heroes are so up tight. Don't you think, (Y/N)?"

I don't move an inch, my eyes glued to the hand villain, my body and eyes radiated so much hatred toward the group.

"Once heroes received compensation to protect people, they aren't heroes anymore. That's Stain's teachings." The one named Spinner grins from his place, leaning against the wall.

"The strange system of transforming peoples lives into money or glory. . . the society that sticks tight to those rules. . . the citizens that blame the losers instead of encouraging them. . . our fight is to question: What is a hero? What is justice? Is this society truly just?" He grins. "We'll have everyone thinking about it.  We're planning on winning. You like winning too, right?" He tilts his head to the side, his visible red eye glowing faintly in the dim light like a flame in a jack-o-lantern.

I scowl, my face twisting into a look of disgust mixed with pure and undying hatred.

"Dabi. Release her restraints." Shigaraki says after an uncomfortable amount of silence and glaring.