Why Me? // A Bakugo Angst Fic

Chapter One

~Bakugo~

Bakugo sat in a cold, dark room. At least, he thought it was dark. With the blindfold over his eyes it was hard to tell. He was sitting on what he assumed was concrete, and his back was slumped against a smooth concrete wall. His arms were high above his head, shackled to the wall, his legs were shackled down to the floor in front of him, and there was a metal band securing his neck to the wall. This was his life. It's all he's known for the past... while now. He wished he could say how long it's been exactly but he had no way of telling time. The only interaction he had outside this room was when what he assumed was every other day someone would come in and give him some food. The stuff always tasted like sand and was never enough to feel full, but it kept him alive. He'd considered refusing food a lot lately, but he's not about to give up on life. Not yet, at least. Each day, he'd try to think about different things, to try not to forget, and to try to keep himself sane. He'd try to remember the names of his classmates, his family, his teachers, the pro heroes. He'd try to remember things about himself, his name, his quirk, his personality, his dreams. Even still, he could feel himself slipping. He had no idea how long he'd been there but it had definitely been quite a long time now. If he had to guess he'd say he'd been there for at the very least six months. At least six months since he was kidnapped by the League of Villains. At first, they tried to treat him as an equal, that didn't work out for them. That was when his classmates had devised that rescue plan. It had almost worked, he was almost free, but that warp gate fucker managed to catch him on his way up, and it was all over from there. The villains showed him the footage of the fight. At first he didn't understand why they'd want him to know what happened, but then... he realized it was because he was the reason All Might lost his power, and that now, without All Might, who would ever get him out of here? Bakugo used to fight back so persistently but now after so long he realizes just how futile it is. Not only is his quirk being blocked, he is completely deprived of his senses. He can't see due to the blindfold, he can't hear due to the earphones strapped to his head, and he can't move due to the shackles. This kind of sensory deprivation is suffocating. He can feel his mind slipping away, his thoughts and memories are starting to become like sand run by through his fingers. He's forgetting some things now. What was Deku's real name? Why was Bakugo mean to everyone? Was he good in school? Did he have friends? What kind of food did he like? Why did the league want him in the first place? Was he ever happy? He had so many questions, so many gaping holes in his memory. Here's another question; will he ever go free? He was starting to think he never would. But still, even if he could barely remember why, he knew he still had to keep trying. He had to keep living. After all, he was Bakugo Katsuki... Right?

~Timeskip 2 Weeks Because Im A Terrible Person~

Bakugo turned his head to the side. He felt the cold metal of a spoon on his lower lip, but he refused to open his mouth. Some time had passed, a few days, a week, a month? He had no idea. But... he was starting to lose hope. This painful existence couldn't possibly be called living. He liked it better in the earlier days here. He was still tied down then, but he could see, and he could hear. The league would come in and they'd torture him sometimes. It was absolute hell, but, he'd rather feel pain than absolutely nothing at all. He's going crazy, he can't take this anymore. He's done. He felt the spoon be pushed harder against his lips, but he just closed them tighter and pushed his head as far to the side as his restraints would let him. They want to torture him? Fine. They want to ruin him? Fine. They want to break him? Fine. He didn't care anymore. All he knew was that he couldn't do this any longer. He'd rather be six feet under. The person with the spoon shoved it forcefully into Bakugo's mouth, and Bakugo almost gagged as it hit his throat. Bakugo was forcefed another few bites of whatever the hell that shit is, until the person stopped. Bakugo waited a few moments, trying to be sure the person was gone, before spitting all of it out as far away from himself as possible. He felt his stomach growl as he did so. He squeezed his eyes shut despite the fact that he couldn't see either way. Nobody was coming back for him. He had to pick for himself now, live and waste away here only to die years of this torturous "life" down the line, or die now, by his own hand, and not suffer any longer. He sighed in resignation despite his inability to hear it. This was it. It was the only good choice. He had to do the one thing he didn't want to do. He had to give up.

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OK SO-
I am quite aware of how ungodly short this is but dw the other chapters are much longer. (yes i already have written out quite the bevy of em) Annnnnnnyways hope yall enjoyed this like prologue or teaser of sorts for this absolute trainwreck. Enjoy suffering whilst listening to my absolute bullshit.