(A/N: Thank you again for the kind message SleepingLlamas! :) I hope all of you had a nice and safe Chirstmas this year. Hopefully 2021 will make a lot more sense than this year has and will be filled with less ups and downs.)


Tears flowing down her face, Kaori quietly followed behind the guard who had been instructed to take her to the station where she would be working in order to 'rehabilitate' herself into a better citizen.

3077...It almost feels like I'm no longer human hearing myself constantly being referred to as that Kaori pondered miserably. And that warden will keep violating me until I finally lose my mind...Not that anyone would believe me if I told them what was happening...They didn't when I was falsely blamed for this crime after all...

"Are you listening, 3077?" the officer questioned, his voice causing Kaori to jump and quickly wipe the tears from her eyes. She hadn't even realized they had come to an area where a great number of books were shelved. "You're going to be a librarian and will be in charge of the books we have here. You may apply for something else later on if you wish. I'll be outside, so call me if you need assistance."

Sitting down at the computer the policeman had directed her toward, Kaori blinked since it chronicled all the prisoners and which ones had taken books from the rather good sized library along with which days of the weeks the books were to be returned. It honestly felt like she was working in an actual public library, and she glanced over at the stacks of novels that she was required to re-shelve.

"Here's some more books," the familiar voice of Shinsou said, his presence causing the light blue haired female to tense up. Even if he hadn't seen what Bakugou was doing to her, knowing he had been directly beneath her made Kaori feel uncomfortable, and she couldn't bring herself to face him when Shinsou sat the large pile of books he easily held nearby. "I'm a little jealous. You got one of the easy jobs."

Shinsou did help me out before. So I wonder...would he believe me if I did tell him about the awful things I'm going through...?

"Is it true?" Shinsou abruptly questioned, his words making Kaori's green irises widen. Did he already know?! No, that was just silly. "That you're innocent? That you were framed?" When Kaori started to face him, he shook his head and said in a quieter tone, "Don't stop working. We're being watched."

"Yes. It's true," Kaori replied back in a whisper, a small bead of sweat trailing down her face while she typed away at the computer. "My fiancée's trying to help prove my innocence...but just in case he can't, I'll find a way to make everyone see I was framed once I'm released from here in a year."

Giving a small smile to the purple haired male when he handed her one of the books to check off as returned, Kaori continued, "Um, my names Kaori Yamaguchi. I know it's kind of late for introductions, but how long is your term, Shinsou...?"

"Hitoshi Shinsou. I've been here for two years and I still have one year to go," he answered with a small smirk. "I was sentenced for gun running. I'm here for a reason, unlike you. Even so..."

"Oi! Stop dawdling!" the officer from earlier exclaimed, coming to see what was taking Shinsou so long from returning to his own job.

Kaori watched Hitoshi shrug and stick his hands into his pockets as he strode off, letting out a little sigh once he was out of her sight. She had thought that tattoo of his had looked gang related, but she didn't expect the male to be involved in smuggling illegal arms of all things...

I really should remember I'm in a prison with some of the most dangerous criminals of our time...Of course it was insane to think I should put my trust in him Kaori scolded herself, lowering her head for this realization truthfully hurt. Here...I'm completely on my own...But I suppose, that's something I should be used to by now...


Back in her prison cell, Kaori sat hunched up on her bed. It was amazing how time seemed to move slower than usual when you were isolated with nothing to do. The almost eerie silence and stillness was making her feel a little drowsy, and she would have dozed off if a guard hadn't knocked at her door, informing Kaori that someone had sent her a package.

The note was short, but sweet, and her face crinkled up into what felt like the first genuine smile she'd given in a long time. Amajiki had sent her two small bottles of nail polish in silver and aqua, her favorite colors, and had promised he would visit her again soon.

Thank you, Amajiki...Reading my name in your letter reassures me I'm not just some number. I'm still me...I was wrong. I'm not alone in this world...I still have you...

Taking in that sweet, yet pungent smell that often came from the polish, Kaori was about to apply the aqua one, only to jump when her door was slammed open. She hadn't dropped the little bottle then, but she certainly did when Bakugou had cracked his whip at her hand, forcing her to spill the contents all over the floor.

"H-how could you...?"

"A criminal doesn't have need of luxuries like that, 3077," Bakugou spat out, glaring at the woman when she gave him a teary eyed one of her own. "You don't have the right to enjoy yourself. Now...come here!"

Yelping when she was yanked up by her wrist, Kaori found herself being drug to a part of the prison she couldn't recall having gone to before. They were heading further down a winding stairwell, and Kaori instinctively shivered as the air here was much colder than above. It made her wonder if he was actually leading her to a cellar, and she didn't want to ponder for what purpose.

Seeing a manner of chains hanging from the walls and ceiling, whips, and other tools and devices she'd rather not even gaze at, Kaori trembled out, "D-don't tell me this is...?"

"A torture chamber," Bakugou responded, hiding his grin from her when he placed a blindfold over Kaori's eyes. Shoving her near one of the devices that had a shape of an X, Bakugou chained the frightened girls arms above her head before doing the same to her legs. They had been stretched outwards to match the shape. "This prison has a long history. Many criminals have been punished for their wrongdoings here."

This feels so wrong Kaori thought as she heard her pants being unzipped, not able to squirm even if she wanted to. Huh? What's that cool feeling on his fingers...D-did he rub something on me?!

"By my authority as the warden of this prison...I'm sentencing you to be punished by pleasure,"

He can't be serious?! Ngh...My body is starting to feel warm and tingly all of a sudden...Is it because of what he used...? No! I'm getting wet for no reason!

"Looks like it's taking effect," Bakugou mused, having already removed his gloves, and he leaned closer to the flushed girl. He smirked when she practically mewled when he started rubbing her moist flower, licking his lips before his tongue inserted into Kaori's parted lips.

Unleashing a muffled a cry when Bakugou had ripped open her shirt, his mouth still sucking on hers, she could feel him groping one of her breasts. His other hand had once again went to stroking her slit, occasionally rubbing and pinching at her clit and earning further cries from her. Whatever he had used on her was making his foreplay seem more intense than normal.

Something's inside of me...and it's not his finger Kaori realized in horror, feeling a long, hard, and slightly bumpy object being shoved in and out of her.

"Too bad for you...It's just a toy," Bakugou chuckled out, displaying the blue colored dildo despite knowing Kaori couldn't see it.

"You're...insane...!" Kaori shouted when she felt the sex toy once again entering inside of her. What sort of sane person would get so much enjoyment out of doing something like this to a person over and over again? Barely giving them time to recover from their previous ordeal...?

"And who's fuckin' fault is that?" Bakugou said icily, his words causing Kaori to whimper. Seriously, just what had she done to Bakugou to get on his bad side like this...? She just couldn't recall anything...Had it been her parents? They had hurt a lot of people and their families...But, he would have just told her that if this were the case, wouldn't he...?

Kaori wasn't able to think too long on the matter. Bakugou had taken to roughly sucking on her swollen bud all while slamming the fake dick inside of her abused flower at a faster pace. The pain and pleasure he was making her sweat drenched body undergo was unbearable and yet...a small part of her was beginning to enjoy what he was doing to her...

I-I have to get out of this place...I don't know how much more of this I can take. At this rate...Bakugou is going to completely break me...


After escorting Kaori back to her cell once he was finished with her, making certain no one saw them as he did so, Bakugou watched as the girl curled up into a ball and cried in her sleep. Letting out a small "tch!" at this, Bakugou headed for his office to change into some regular clothes. He had a bit of free time from his job, and he was planning on visiting his mother, something he normally did on his days off.

Still, as his childhood home came into view, he couldn't help but feel that sense of dread that would always well up within him. The house looked even more rundown and overgrown than the last time he had come here. The old hag really didn't give a damn if the place caved in on her...Hell, she'd be out on the streets right now if he wasn't paying the bills for her...

"Hey. It's me," Bakugou blandly called out, walking into the house with a bouquet of Mitsuki's favorite flowers. Seeing the garbage littering the floor, Bakugou flinched in disgust and placed the flowers on a nearby end table just so he could pick up some of the discarded ramen cups and beer cans. "I told you to start picking this shit up, you old hag. Do you wanna trip on it and break your neck?"

"If I remember right, you don't live here anymore, so you don't have a fuckin' say in the matter," Mitsuki slurred out, crushing the can she had been chugging down in her hand before tossing it to the side. "...So is it true that cute little girl you used to hang out with is really at that prison you love so much...?"

Bakugou gritted his teeth at this. The topic made him feel tense. "Yeah, she is..."

"Guess it runs in the family. I'd rather it have been that bitch of an aunt of hers rotting away in jail instead," Mitsuki voiced, soon unleashing a choked sob. "After what Yui did to my poor Masaru...Accident my ass! S-she was going at 60 miles an hour for Christs sake on a pedestrian road! That fuckin' bitch should be rotting away in jail right now! H-how could they just force her to pay over a few thousands of dollars and nothing else...?!"

Bakugou didn't say anything to this, heading over to his now crying mother and helping her off the couch. He had always wondered how someone so brash like his mother had ended up with his timid as hell father, but they had managed to make things work. Mitsuki had deeply been in love with the guy, she had told Bakugou she had been smitten the moment they had first met. That was why his mother was physically and mentally broken after Masaru died during the car accident. She was pretty much wasting away, and Bakugou was scared that any day he would walk in to find his mother lying dead in a pile of garbage.

"I hope you're takin' care of Kaori? She was in a coma for so long, I'm amazed she even woke up...Maybe it would have been better if she hadn't...Then Yui would be suffering the same as us, wouldn't she?" Mitsuki said with a bitter laugh as her son helped her into bed once he had raked off the items upon it. "Little Kaori didn't even remember who you were even after you were so sweet to visit her every day at the hospital, did she...?"

Not saying anything to this, Bakugou muttered out, "I'm taking good care of her...Just get some sleep. I'll have something to eat once you wake up."

Stepping outside after covering up the woman he greatly resembled, Bakugou ran a hand through his spiky locks. He figured he might as well go clean up the trash and make this place look semi decent. Heh...but this just summed up his life perfectly, didn't it? He might have gotten his dream job, but having to put up with his drunken and barely coherent mother since he was eleven, his life was certainly trash itself, wasn't it?

And what he was doing to that girl made him more of a piece of filth, didn't it? No, that wasn't quite right...She deserved it after what her family had done to his...After what she had done to him. If anything, Kaori was getting off far too easily. She had no right to be happy when he wasn't...


"Tamaki...Thank you for the nail polish. It was beautiful," Kaori told the male before her with a smile. She couldn't bear to tell him it had been ruined...A few days had passed since her last encounter with Bakugou, and she was relieved to learn he didn't seem to be anywhere in the prison. She could chat freely with Amajiki without having to worry about him interrupting them.

Every time she had a brief moment of happiness, it was as if Bakugou did his best to ruin it...

"I'm relieved you liked them. I've know you've never been a big fan of makeup, but I thought they suited you," Amajiki said with a small smile. Glancing at the floor for a moment, Amajiki looked back at Kaori with an angered look, one she wasn't used to him wearing. "I-I hate this...Knowing you're stuck in here while the real culprit is living their life out in the world freely...!"

Leaning in closer to whisper where he wouldn't be overheard, his words ended up causing Kaori to look at Amajiki in shock. Suggesting such a thing didn't suit him at all, but this just proved how much he loved her...

"I haven't found any leads...but I'm sure we could come across something together. You shouldn't have to stay stuck in there for a year, Kaori...You're going to escape from here, and I'm going to help you!"