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February 20th.

"Close your eyes," Bakugou cooed, his hand going to your forehead to push your hair back as he held the shower head over you, finding out the conditioner in your hair. The water was hot, making your once cold body feel somewhat at ease, but it was hard to be fully calm when you look Bakugou in the eyes.

"Time to get out baby," he turned the water off, hooking the shower head back up before he leaned down to pick you up from the tub. You wanted to cover up, you felt disgusted having him see you in such a vulnerable way. Stop looking at me. You felt disgusted, not liking his predatory eyes feasting on your body as if it was his last meal.

You were wrapped up in a towel, your body being lifted once again as Bakugou led you to his room. "What do you want to wear?" He asked, setting you on the bed. He had two pajama sets picked out, both of which are his. You pointed to the long pants that matched with a long shirt, covering as much skin as you possibly could. It made you feel as if you had some kind of power in this situation.

"I'm gonna sit you on the counter so you can watch everything I do, alright?" You hummed back, thankful you chose the pants since the counter was going to be freezing.

Bakugou got the pack of chicken out the sink, bringing it over to the stove. "I'm gonna make lemon pepper chicken, or do you have something else in mind?" just the sound of the meal made your mouth water, he knew it was one of your favorites. he knows everything. The thought made your stomach churn, but you knew you had to push through it. I have to gain his trust. 

"Mhm," you hummed, watching him as he poured a little bit of olive oil into the pan, holding his hand just above it to feel it heating up. 

"Don't get any ideas," he muttered, reaching into the cabinet to get the seasonings. 

You both sat on the couch, Bakugou setting a pillow on your lap before setting your plate on top of it. He handed you a plastic fork, eyeing you down as you pushed the fork into the chicken, it was harder to eat when you had an audience. It was something you knew you could never get used to. Before your kidnapping, you either ate by yourself or you your friends were too busy eating that they didn't look away from their meal. Biting into the chicken, the flavor saturated your mouth. You almost wanted to cry because it tasted so good. The only thing that ruined this meal, was why you were there, eating it. 

Why couldn't he just be normal and ask me out? Why did he have to be psycho?

"I'm glad you like it, but don't forget to drink this water to flush the shampoo out your system." Bakugou smiled at you, he twisted the top of the water bottle off, setting it in front of you. 

How long is this act going to go on for?