Katsuki Bakugou was not having a great day.
"GET THE FUCK OFF ME!" He shouted, his Expolsion Quirk going off like crazy.
A slimy chuckle came from his captor. "What a powerful meatsuit you'll be."
Katsuki's captor was a blob of sludge that reeked of sewage.
"I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL Y-GUHK!" Katsuki didn't get to finish because the blob had engulfed his mouth.
Feeling the sludge crawl down his throat, something inside him shifted, a feeling of helplessness emerged.
Katsuki prided himself on being powerful, on not needing help.
But in this moment, he was powerless, useless.
He turned to the crowd that had gathered to watch him struggle, his eyes locking on the Heroes, hoping to communicate his need for help.
He hated feeling this way, but if he lived, he could make sure this never happened again.
So, he begged for help with his eyes.
He watched the Heroes protect the Extras, but they didn't move do help him.
He watched as the sludge filled his body, he watched as the Heroes did nothing to help him.
Whatever he was feeling before, be it anger, fear or helplessness, they were all overshadowed by Rage.
And with this burning emotion, he started struggling again, his Expolsions causing more damage than before, because he stopped thinking logically.
His plams burned, but he didn't stop, he just wanted to Rage, the more he used his Quirk the more damage he caused, the bigger his field was.
Now his field looked like a bomb went off, and he still didn't stop, the world went silent, he didn't stop.
But, when the world went dark, he stopped, a cold feeling had settled in, cold enough to extinguish his Rage.
Cognitive thought slowly came back to Katsuki.
And with thought, came confusion.
He was alone, alone and falling down a black void.
With his memory of the blob, his first thought was he died.
But that still didn't make sense.
Wherever his train of thought was headed, it was derailed by wind rushing by from beneath him.
He turned around, and saw a glowing green oval, right before he crashed though it.
