Chapter 1 Book 2: Until Then

(Since I didn't want to spoil the manga for anyone who just watches the anime, I'll be using this plot up until the next season of the anime starts up. Then the story will follow the anime just as it used to. \o/)

He blinked his eyes open, a bright light over his head, he couldn't hear anything, everything was blurry. It was like a nightmare. If this was death, he wouldn't be surprised.

It was like it was when he'd first woken up in the hospital months this time it was obvious that it wasn't the hospital. He was strapped down and every once and a while he could see someone walk by out of the corner of his eye, but couldn't even see who it was clearly due to his vision.

He couldn't feel his arms. It was like they weren't even there. He could feel his breath quickening again, like it had at the hospital. He tried to move but the straps on his legs were too tight, and his entire body was too sore to even consider moving.

Where was Kirishima?

He opened his mouth to speak but a sting went through his body, there was some kind of electric thing over his mouth.

He clenched his jaw and looked around, trying to see if he could find a way to get out of where he was at.

Then the door opened and the crusty b*stard himself walked in. He reached and took the electric muzzle off of the blonde, smuggly smiling as he did. He set the muzzle down on a table on the other side of the room and turned back to the blonde and then started- no way. F*cking. The b*tch started signing.

'I'm assuming you want to see your boyfriend?'

His heart dropped. So they did have Kirishima. What if they had the other morons? He didn't even remember who all was there that day. He barely even remembered what happened. G*d. He didn't know what to do.

"You all better not have hurt him." He hissed out. Chapstick only grinned. He hated that. He wanted to f*cking strangle that man. If he could just f*cking get ahold of him.

That b*tch kept f*cking popping up everywhere and he was getting p*ssed off now.

His body still hurt too much to move though. But maybe the pain would be worth it. Maybe he could make a run for it once they took him to Kirishima, and he could get them both out of there.

Chapstick looked towards the door and waved someone in- oh g*d no. Knife.

The boy in front of him- looked to be only a little older than him. But that didn't matter, he unstrpped the blonde and dragged him off of the bed, letting him drop to the floor.

Bakugou let out a shout as his entire body cried out in pain. He panted for air and could barely lift himself off of the floor.

The soreness a*shole must have gotten handsy again.

Bakugou was grabbed by the collar of his shirt and dragged to his feet and then shoved towards the door. Chapstick led the way down the hall. Though it took everything in the blonde to not collapse back to the ground and just- die. With how much pain he was in that was all he wanted to do. He wanted to escape it.

That wasn't very manly though was it? Or heroic? It was weak. And he wasn't weak. He was going to be the number one hero. And he was going to have Kirishima at his side to do that, so he had to get them out of here.

He limped along to follow Chapstick until they reached a room that was dark and dirty. There wasn't even any furniture in it. Just a blanket on the floor. And on that blanket…

Tears welled up in his eyes. "What the f*ck did you guys do…?" He choked out. His entire body seethed with rage, yet it was clouded over by a pain far worse than anything he was physically feeling right now.

His boyfriend was in front of him, barely recognizable. Bakugou stumbled forwards to be in front of Kirishima, placing his hands on the boy's face to try and wake him up. He was cold. He checked his pulse, it was barely even f*cking there.

He fell to sit next to the boy, holding him in his arms. "I'm so sorry. I'm so f*cking sorry Kiri." He whispered to the boy as tears rolled down his cheeks. He looked back up to the doorway where Chapstick stood with Knife. "What the f*ck do you want? Tell me and I'll do it. You still want me to join your group of lame a*s losers? I'll do it if you let him go." He tried. He wasn't even trying to fake a strong voice right now. His entire body was broken, and Kirishima was covered in dried blood and dirt, he was freezing and his pulse was practically nonexistent. He would give up his own life to get him back to safety right now.

That was his f*cking best friend. The one that saved his hide more times than he could count. He f*cking loved this boy and here he was, almost dead.

And he hated himself for it.

If they hadn't been together, the villains wouldn't have done this to him. They would have left him alone. Because once again, it seemed to be him they were after.

'You'll see.'

Was all the a*shole said before he walked off, shutting and probably locking the door behind him. Kirishima shifted in his arms slightly, moving closer. If he was actually as cold as he felt then he didn't blame the boy for getting closer. He tried to wrap his arms around him more.

He was still wearing a suit jacket though. He took it off and wrapped it around Kirishima before moving to hold him again. He pressed his head up against the top of Kirishima's and closed his eyes.

How were they supposed to get out of this one? There was no All-Might to get them out this time. He didn't have Kirishima to come up with some brilliant plan to save him.

Of course there were other pro heroes aside from All-Might, but would that work? It seemed that every time they were in trouble for the past few months, the heroes got there just a few seconds too late.

They only arrived after Kiri and himself were on the edge of not being able to fight anymore. Which rightfully made him not hold very much trust in them.

"We're going to get you out of here soon ok? I promise." He mumbled under his breath to the sleeping boy before he closed his eyes. His body was too weak to try anything right now. They would both need rest in order to get out of here.

(Kirishima)

The redhead woke up with a gasp, quickly scrambling to look around the room, slowly easing as he realized there were no villains in the room. He turned to see Bakugou sitting against the wall next to him, fast asleep. He let out a small sigh of relief as he wrapped his arms around the blonde, tearing up.

It had been four days since the court case. Bakugou had been asleep since then, and everyday the Soreness guy had gone in and given him a 'massage', eventually saying 'if he dies from it, then he dies'. Which Shigaraki didn't like for some reason.

They wanted both of them alive, but he had no clue why yet.

They didn't talk to him about anything. Every day they would just come in, beat him until he was too weak to fight back, and then leave again. They brought in food once a day and that was about it. He imagined that wouldn't change for a while.

They wouldn't last another week here. Not if they continued doing the same thing every day.

He clung onto the blonde boy next to him before he reached up and brushed his thumb over the boy's cheek.

"Bakugou.." He whispered. The boy made no movement. Right. He couldn't hear. Instead he gently shook him, trying to get him to at least begin to stir. He needed to talk to him, he needed to tell him what he knew so far.

He looked around the room again. So far, his plan had been to break out using his quirk. If he could just build up his strength a little bit, he might be able to break through one of the walls to get them out, the problem was, figuring out which one led out, or if any of them did and they needed to go through a different room.

The shark boy turned back to the blonde one as he finally stirred. "F*ckkk." He groaned out quietly. Kirishima watched the disappointment flood into his eyes when he remembered where they were.

He gently took the other boy's hand and held onto it tightly.

"G*d my arms hurt. Are you ok?" Bakugou questioned as his eyes searched Kirishima for any new or obvious injuries. Kirishima nodded and let go of the other's hand to sign.

'Weak, and kind of sore but I'm ok.'

Bakugou nodded. "How long has it been?" He muttered, his eyes moving back and forth between the door and Kirishima.

'Five days'

He answered. Bakugou hissed under his breath and shifted a bit, grimacing as he did. It was obvious he was in a lot of pain. Kirishima sighed and looked at the door for a moment.

'Do you remember anything?'

Bakugou shook his head. "No. I remember the court case, and then I'm assuming something went wrong and then the f*cking crusty b*stard's got us now? And obviously the heroes don't know where we are? After five days?" He offered. Kirishima nodded again. It sucked. As he had thought earlier; they wouldn't last another week here. They needed to get out before then. So that's all the time that the heroes had before it would be too late.

If Bakugou and Kirishima couldn't find a way to get out on their own.

"So then what's the plan, what do you know so far that might help. Apparently I've been f*cking asleep for five days, please f*cking tell me you know something." He sank a bit, again trying to get comfortable.

'No… I don't really have much information. I just know they seem to want us alive. Now that you're awake they might finally tell us what they want.'

"F*cking b*stards. I f*cking told them that if they wanted was for me to join them then I would if they let you go. The had full chance to tell me the sh*t they wanted right then. Cause that b*stard showed me he could sign. He knows I'm deaf." The other explained. Kirishima frowned deeply.

'Don't offer up your life in place of mine like that.'

Bakugou eyed him for a moment, scoffing a bit. "I don't give a f*ck what happens to me at this point, Kiri. The f*cking dumba*s world seems to have it out for me. So now all I want is to make sure that you succeed and get out of here. You can start a hero agency with the morons, and it'll be ten times better than whatever sh*tty Deku can come up with." He smirked slightly and looked up at the ceiling of the room, as though imagining it, though Kirishima didn't seem very pleased with it at all. He grabbed Bakugou's jaw and had the boy look back at him frustratedly.

'We're going to get out of here, and we're going to do it together. We made a deal. You said we were going to start a hero agency together. So that's what we're going to do. And don't talk like that anymore. I love you because you are strong, stubborn, and you don't give up. So stop giving up.'

Bakugou stared at him silently for a moment, his lips tugging up into a small flustered grin as he grabbed the others shirt and pulled him in to kiss him.

"It's f*cking nice when you get ticked off." The boy muttered against his lips. "Fine then, we'll get out of here together. But if it comes down to you or me, you're the one going, deal?" He said, though it wasn't something Kirishima could very much say no to.

"As long as you try to get out of here with me, deal." He mumbled aloud, gently kissing him one more time before he heard the door click open behind them.

"Ah you're both awake now. Good. Then Bakugou can come with us today, right Kirishima?" Knife spoke. Since they had gotten there, Knife seemed to be the one they saw the most. It was like he was their new play toy that they were testing out. He was the best for torture obviously as well.

His quirk was heating and manipulating metal, something that really would have made a useful job, but had turned into something dark.

Kirishima had grown quite aware of what his quirk was over the last few days…

"Right.." Kirishima said quietly. Slowly getting up to his feet and offering his hand to Bakugou to help him up.

'We have to go.'

He signed quickly to him. The blonde clenched his jaw as he took the redhead's hand and pulled himself to his feet. He could feel Bakugou's hand shaking just with that. Both of them were already in a lot of pain and they were about to go feel ten times more.

'Where are we going?'

Bakugou signed to him as they moved to follow Knife through the halls.

'The torture room. It's where they've been taking me for the past five days to keep me from building up strength.'

He explained quickly, Bakugou paused in his step for a moment before continuing. "You two better not be talking to each other and trying to find a way out." Knife spoke harshly as he glanced over his shoulder with a frown. Kirishima had to hold Bakugou back from throwing himself at the man.

"We're not. He can't hear. I was explaining where we were going." Kirishima tried to explain, anything to keep from getting punished more.

It was the least manly he had been in a long while, but he was scared. Terrified actually. They were just two teenage boys, both of them starving and in more pain then they could describe.

"Whatever. You already know how this goes." Knife motioned for them to walk past him into the room.

Kirishima took a deep breath and hardened his skin, stepping into the room.