All For You~(Villain/Yandere! Deku x Bakugou)

Sleep Kacchan~

Bakugou's head was buzzing.

He couldn't feel anything and his senses were all over the place.

He heard faint voices coming from somewhere.

His mind was hazy and one question lingered.

What the hell did that nerd do to me??

His eyes kept closing, he had to fight to keep them open.

"Kacchan, you're finally awake", Bakugou could make out the cheery, yet terrifying voice.

Bakugou groaned, he couldn't get any words out no matter how hard he tried.

"So how do you like my new serum? I call it the Sensory Scrambler! It basically makes you feel all woozy for 24 hours, so don't worry, you'll be back to normal soon!"

Soon? How long have I been passed out, Bakugou thought to himself.

The blonde tried to move, only to realize he was being restricted by tightly wound ropes.

He attempted to thrash against them but could hardly move. This thing Deku put into his system was seriously strong.

All of Bakugou's wriggling caused the chair he was tied to, to tip over.

Shit, he thought as he hit the ground.

His eyelids were becoming even heavier.

He couldn't think straight.

Everything was spinning.

Then, there was a hand on his face.

Bakugou made weak eye contact with the green haired boy.

"Shh, Kacchan, close your eyes."

The shorter male kept protesting, forcing his eyes open and refusing to give into this stupid sedative.

Midoriya chuckled.

He brushed a strand of loose hair behind Bakugou's ear.

"Give in, sleep."

For some reason, that seemed to do it for Bakugou.

He couldn't stay awake anymore. He allowed his eyelids to fall shut and let the drug overwhelm him.

With that, he passed out for another 5 hours.

~

Bakugou awoke with a jolt.

The drug had run its course.

His senses were back to normal.

His chair was upright once again, his arms still tied behind his back and legs tied to those of the chair.

He looked around, getting a better observation of where he was.

An empty room, a single light hanging at the centre.

Well, what a cliche.

He noticed the heavy, metal looking door in the corner.

It was definitely locked.

He angled his palm upward.

He let out small explosions, attempting to burn the rope off of him. However, it was completely pointless. The ropes were too thick to burn with his quirk.

Goddamit, he thought to himself, letting out a low, grumbling sound.

He shifted in the seat.

It was a wooden chair.

He smirked as began devising a plan in his head.