A Deal with the Devil

Naps and nightmares

》Bakugou's POV《

Humans are fucking weird. Dont get me wrong, they were bizarre as shit before but now? They've really let themselves go. I mean, who even needs all of this shit? What is half of it even for?

I glance over at the red haired human.

He's asleep. Good.

I roll my sore shoulders and quietly let my wings fold out. I usually always kept them put away. I look down at the black 'phone'. I poke at it with my tail and wait. After nothing happens I slowly pick it up again to examine it.

Why would humans need this thing?

I rotate it around in my hand a few times. There's a small button on the side of it, curiosity getting the best of me, I push it. The screen lights up again. There's an image of some guy with black hair standing with his arms stretched out over the shoulders of two other people. One is a pink girl with pink hair.

Why so much fucking pink?

Under his other arm is a guy with yellow hair and a bright smile. His hair has a black lightning bolt in it. On the far left beside the pink girl was the red haired human that was sleeping across the room.

I huffed and put the 'phone' back on the table. I look around the room some more. He had a closet full of clothes.

I'll never understand why the hell they need so many?

Across the room there's a much larger black... 'phone'?

It looks like the damn thing that Shitty Hair called a 'phone'. Why is it so much bigger?

I move a little closer to inspect the larger item. I look towards the back of it to see a black cord, I trail my eye along the cord to see it was plugged into the wall. I look down to see a small black rectangle with button all over it. All of them were black with a white number or letter on them. Except one, it was red. I shrug and push down the red button. The giant screen instantly lights up and before I could think, I hit it. The room that was previously lit up by the giant phone was now dark again. I push my hand towards the cracked screen when I was distracted by the humans heavy breathing.

I roll my eyes and turn around to look at him. He was panting heavily, fists were clenched around the bed sheets, his eyes were squeezed shut and thick beads of sweat were rolling down his forehead.

"No." He muttered. His heart rate was rising higher by the second and I could start to feel the terror oozing out of him.

A nightmare?

I slowly stepped towards the restless human. I looked down at him and observed his movements.

"Please- no." His whining was giving me a headache. "I'm sorry."

I wonder what could have you so afraid. Humans were truly weak. Afraid of their own fucking dreams.

I considered looking at his fears. Being the Devil, I can see anyone's deepest fears. My curiosity and boredom got the best of me as I close my eyes. When I open them again I wasnt in the humans room, I was standing in an open field.

In front of me there was the red haired human, beaten and bloody, he was panting heavily and his limbs were trembling. His body was hard as a rock, behind him there were multiple people around his age, they were all either dead or almost dead. In front of him were five men that looked ready for a fight.

Fighting alone? That's his fear?

"Kirishima-" a weak voice called.