How The Tables Have Turned

Good Morning, Sunshine.

Shoto didn't wake up for a while, but eventually he would blink his eyes open. As his pupils adjusted to the dimly lit room, the first thing he did was try and move his arms, but to no avail. Realizing he was chained to a chair, he internally sighed. He didn't try and talk, but he noticed that he was gagged so yelling for help was out of the question. He looked around, eventually seeing Bakugou. He narrowed his two-colored eyes as he saw the boy for the first time in a while, his arms pushing against the chains harshly as he tried to escape again, but still not working. 'Is he going to torture me or something?' he thought to himself, waiting for Bakugou to notice he was awake.

Bakugou was already intently staring at him. His face turns up into a sick and sinister smile as he notices he was conscious. He simply snickers and asks a stupid question- We aware Shoto was gagged.
"Good Morning, Sunshine. . .How was your nap? Hm?"

Shoto didn't have the best sense of humor, but whatever kind of messed up humor this was had to be worse. Shoto grimaced at the nickname, his eyes darkening slightly. He knew this was some kind of joke to Bakugou, but Shoto wasn't having it one bit.

"Aha- Sorry-" Katsuki haughtily laughs again as he takes a step forwards, and unites the cloth around his mouth. He pulls it away and drops it onto the concrete ground. Bakugou stares at Shoto and grins again. "You're awfully calm. Just having been kidnapped. . .I'd honestly expect more flare from you. Show me that left side, Eh!?"

Shoto watched as he came forward, removing the cloth. Thank god, because his jaw was beginning to become sore from all the tension. He quirked a red brow at the statement. Maybe he was too calm for being kidnapped, but deep down he still somewhat looked at Bakugou as a classmate. Sure, he could be a bitch at times- and he was violent and aggressive. . .but Shoto still had picked up on good character traits about him as well. "Shut up" He muttered, his voice a bit hoarse from being drugged. "Why am I here?"

Bakugou's brows furrow. He balls his hand into a fist and draws it back. He suddenly punches Shoto right in the nose, Wiping his knuckles on his shirt afterwards. "Don't be rude. It pisses me off"

Shoto winces as he's punched, feeling the pain go spread from his nose to the rest of his face. His nose wasn't broken thankfully, but it probably would be if he kept it up. Shoto felt the blood making its way from his nose, and he licked his top lip slightly, tasting iron. "Why am I here?" he demanded, no longer asking it as question.

"You're a smart guy, You know that? I hate to say it as a compliment, But I must. Well, I'll cut to the fucking chase,  I'm building up a bit of my own team- I'm going to out-run the League of Scumbags,  And why not try and snag the best of the candidates first!?" Bakugou relaxes his shoulders a bit more. Even though the urge to punch him again was overpowering."Tch-"

Shoto stared at him emotionlessly, letting out a sigh. "No." he said, as if Bakugou was asking him in the first place.

Bakugou draws his hand back and punches him in the nose again. Grimacing with all intents to beat the shit outta him. "C'mon! Done be stubborn!"

As Shoto was punched again, he simply brought his head back up to look at Bakugou. He spat blood on the ground, as it had started to pool within his mouth. 'At least start calling me by my real name first ' he thought to himself, staring down at the ground. "I really don't have any sane reason to join you." he stated matter-of-factly, glaring icily at Bakugou. "You really should have had a better plan than this." he growled out, a rare change in his tone occurring.

"Oh!? What are you going to do about it, Icy Hot!? Mhmm, That's what I thought, Ya useless piece of shit!" Bakugou snarls- Still sounding freakishly amused. He walks back over to Shoto and stands right in front of him. Almost taunting and teasing him, Trying to get him to struggle and try to fight.  "I find. . . " He sighs, His shoulders relaxing a bit more than before. Seemingly calming down- For now. "I find that I can be quite convincing Shoto. What if I got Deku- Er- Midoriya on your part. You two have made friends, correct? Hm?"

Shoto glanced at him through his fringe, his eye twitching. He didn't care enough to struggle, and he knew Bakugou was somewhat struggling because of it. "Leave Midoriya out of this." he said, beginning to become sore from the chains. He began to imagine if the roles were switched, and he found himself almost liking it a little too much. Pushing the thoughts to the back of his head, he sat there quietly.

"Oooh~ Now that you're telling me not to, I'd really like to do it now! Unless you start begging, I'll have my fun cutting off all his fingers and scooping out his eyes with a soup spoon! You fucked up mommy's boy!" He snickers again. He knew he was going to get his way, One way or another. He can't help but throw out insults as he did so.

Shoto tilted his head downwards, his face out of view as Bakugou threatened him a bit, but the one that really bothered him was 'mommy's boy.' His mother was a sensitive topic, and he felt himself getting angry at the mention of it. "Be quiet." he murmured, trying to hold in his temper. He knew if he didn't, he might lose his shit.

"What are you gonna do about it, Mommy's boy!?" He sneers. Katsuki was clearly amused. He suddenly reaches out, Grabbing Shoto's chin and harshly squeezing the restrained boy's cheeks with his fingers. With all motives to tease and piss him off. "She really fucked up your face didn't she? Y'know- I can see why. You really do look like your dad. And you came out defective too, Huh? You're just but an empty, sad sack of nothin'!"

He clenched his jaw tightly, feeling his anger beginning to grow, as well as something else. He didn't really notice, because he was beyond fucking pissed. He felt hot, way too hot, and he was shaking. Like lava bubbling to the surface, his anger slipped through the cracks like hot magma, engulfing him whole. Without warning, he activated his quirk, and brutal ice covered every surface of the chains around him. He was so mad, all he could think about was getting out of these restraints and fucking Ba- fucking him up. The temperature in the room dropped noticeably, and soon, with a hard push, the chains shattered. In seconds, Shoto shot up, grabbing Bakugou by his neck and slamming him against the nearest wall. "Say that again, I dare you." he said lowly, his voice was laced with venom.