Chapter 2 Book 2: Until Then
(Bakugou)
Three hours. It had been three f*cking hours of both of them just getting repeatedly beat up. It was like they were training almost, but they didn't stop when it seemed like it was being taken too far.
They were training dummies to the villains at this point. At first it had just been Knife, fighting without even using his quirk, then it had been the crazy Deku-obsessed chick, eventually even Silver thread had come in just to watch.
Bakugou was already barely able to stand when he entered the room, so Kirishima did most of the fighting. He seemed to be allowed to use his quirk, because he spent half of his time hardened.
It was no wonder he was weak if he had spent the past five days here, doing this constantly.
Bakugou shot himself back up to fight again, since Kirishima seemed to be wearing down a little bit more. His arms stung, but he still shot an explosion at the man, ducking to dodge a counter swing.
He hissed, trying to come up with what to do on the spot that would keep him away from Kirishima for at least a little while. He figured he would have to do a series of small annoying things to piss the man off to make him the new target.
He glanced at Kirishima, who had quickly leaned back against the wall, panting.
That made the pain fade away a little bit. He needed to take care of Kirishima, no matter how much pain his own body was in.
He dodged another attack and countered by slamming his elbow into Knife's back. The other man grunted and hissed, quickly heating the metal on the palm of his glove, and grabbing Bakugou's arm, rotating it to be pinned behind his back and causing the blonde to scream out in pain. His f*cking arms. G*d his arms hurt so bad. He was pinned down to the ground only a moment later.
Knife backed off and walked to stand on the other side of the room, taking his battle gloves off. Kirishima knelt in front of him and helped him to his feet. The boys examined each other, making sure the other was ok.
'He said it's time to go. But we need to get out of here. It's time to run. I'll signal when I'm ready.'
Kirishima quickly signed to him. Bakugou nodded a bit and walked with him, taking the shark boy's hand and holding as tight as he could muster. They were going to get out. He was going to make sure of it. Even if he had to pull a f*cking Deku and break every f*cking bone in his body to do it.
They moved out of the training room and into the hallway again. This hallway had to lead to a way out. Or somewhere that would at least help them in some way. A window. A door with a lock that could hold the villains off for even a few minutes to give them a chance to do something, anything.
He felt Kirishima swing their hands back and forth and then quicken his pace, he took that as the signal. He gently let go of the boy's hand for a moment as the redhead turned Knife around and pinned him against the wall, Bakugou quickly helped him by pressing his own hand against the Villain's face and sending the largest explosion he could into him, easily knocking him out. He grabbed Kirishima's hand again and ran with him down the hall, going into what was probably supposed to be used for a living room.
The blood obsessed chick was sitting on top of a chair- not even on the actual sitting part. He quickly moved to attack her before she did anything. He took her throat in his hand and sent an explosion through it. G*d his arm burned like sh*t.
He returned to Kirishima and looked around. There was a window on the far wall. If they could just get there. If they could- Kirishima was ripped away from him. He whipped around to see the Crusty A*s B*tch behind him. F*ck.
He had four fingers against Kirishima's throat. "No no- I can't hear. Whatever you're saying, whatever you want, I'll do it I just can't hear you don't- please don't-" He spoke in a rush as the man grinned and threatened to kill the one f*cking being that didn't make him feel like a piece of sh*t.
Chapstick shoved Kirishima towards the blonde, who quickly wrapped his arms around him and held him, breath shaky. "F*ck I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He whispered in a rush. Kirishima pressed his face against the side of Bakugou's and sighed against it. They were shoved to walk forward back towards their room. A Villain- the f*cked up skin one, forced him to get down on his knees in a corner of the room, while they forced Kirishima down on the other side, Silver Thread with him.
They were talking to him. They were questioning. The blonde felt his breath quicken again. He hated not being able to hear. He f*cking hated not being able to hear. What were they doing to him!?
He didn't dare struggle against McBurnt, but he was once again, f*cking terrified.
Then Silver Thread put his hands on Kirishima's shoulders and started to wrap his arms and chest up with the threads.
That's when Bakugou started to f*cking struggle against McBurnt. They were going to do the same thing they did to his arms to Kirishima.
No. G*d no. He needed to be stronger! Why couldn't he break free!? He was so f*cking weak. He felt tears well up in his eyes and roll down his cheeks.
Knife stepped into the room and said something, a fresh scar across his face, he glared pointedly at Bakugou but moved over to Kirishima as well, putting out a knife and using his quirk to heat it up.
"Stop! You f*cking bastards let him go!" Bakugou screamed at them, jolting forwards, trying to get out of McBurnt's grasp one more time.
The threads were all the way down to Kirishima's waist. He was too injured already. He wouldn't survive that blast. There was no way. Please.
If there was a g*d out there he would give f*cking anything to save him right now. He would stop cursing. He would be nice to Deku. He would do anything.
He got one arm free but it was instantly snatched back up. Backlash joined in and grabbed him to hold him back. He started forming explosions in his hand, he would literally give anything for his arms to just fall off so he could get to the other side of the room.
Then Silver Thread disconnected from the strings, and Knife stabbed two knives into Kirishima's sides, just below his ribs. They all quickly backed away from him.
Kirishima met eyes with him, a look just as terrified as his own. He gave a weak smile and mouthed a simple 'I love you'.
Bakugou had never fought with more strength in his entire life.
F*CK WHY WAS HE SO WEAK. HE COULDN'T EVEN SAVE ONE PERSON.
NO.
NOT KIRISHIMA.
F*CK.
When the threads stopped and a jolt was sent through Kirishima's skin, it was visible.
And the boy screamed so loud that Bakugou could hear it. He could hear it.
He could f*cking hear it.
He broke out of the grip of the villains and flung himself over to Kirishima, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him into the corner, where he at least could know there wasn't anyone behind him.
"We're just f*cking kids! You slimy b*stards! We're children! Let us go. Please. I'll give you my quirk if that's what you want, my body, for one of this dumba*s nomuu things. Anything. I'll trick All Might into your hands. I'll do anything if you'll just let me take him to a hospital. Please. Please." He pleaded, tears streaming down his cheeks as he ran his thumbs over Kirishima's face, the boy was unconscious. His pulse was nonexistent. He needed a hospital. He needed to get out of here. He needed it right f*cking now.
The villains talked amongst each other for a moment and then left without explaining any of it to him. They weren't going to let them go anytime soon then he took it.
"I'm so sorry." He whispered. He was broken at this point, his body, pain coursed through it with every movement. He's lost his hearing and his glasses were long gone so he could barely see. He couldn't even pretend to act tough and powerful. He couldn't. "I love you too. Please stay alive so I can tell you while you're awake. Please live. I need you. I f*cking need you and you don't get permission to f*cking leave me alone." He cried, holding the boy. He checked his pulse every minute or so just to be sure. He laid his head against the boy, praying silently to whatever the f*ck was out there.
There had been a window. But how the f*ck would he get both of them to the window before they got caught. He'd have to carry Kirishima, and his arms were already too injured to carry anything, much less actually open a window or fight anyone off.
The doorknob melted off of the door, turning into… acid.
No f*cking way.
The door slid open and he swore to f*cking g*d.
He had never loved his morons more.