Deku's Revenge Part 2
Bakugo had no idea what time of day it was. There was no way to keep track of time in the room he was in. He got used to the way things went in a way though. He figured Izuku most likely had a job. He had no idea what Izuku did for a living. But the days went by he assumed each time he was awakened. He had the gag back in his mouth every time and Izuku had a multitude of ways to torture him.
Bakugo would sometimes wake up face down. He especially hated those days. Izuku was always in an aggressive mood on those days. He hated how he was getting used to the feeling of a cock in his mouth or ass. Sometimes he would be woken up with a vibrator in his ass. Sometimes he would be woken up with Izuku teasing his nipples. It was starting to weigh on Bakugo.
Bakugo was feeling more and more exhausted. Being forced to sleep. Being forced to fuck Izuku. Being forced to moan. Being overstimulated. Bakugo was feeling his will to fight slip away. He tried to hold onto his anger. Tried to hate Izuku more and more.
It was difficult. He wanted to sleep properly. He wanted to eat what he wanted. He wanted to see the fucking sky. Hell, he even wanted to see his stupid friends and their stupid faces. He tried to hold on to them in his memory. Their voices and faces were starting to blur together.
Bakugo was starting to feel more and more comfortable with Izuku's demands. With his rough touches. His kissing. His words of encouragement. Bakugo did not know how much more he could take. His brain was turning into mush more and more. His hope was fading. He would not be saved. The words were told to him over and over again.
Bakugo was breaking. He was enjoying the pain. The feeling of helplessness. He wanted it to end more than anything.
Especially when Izuku carved his name into his back. Especially when he whipped Bakugo into submission. Especially when his tongue was pierced with a bar to keep him from biting.
It was too much. He hated himself. He hated Izuku. He wanted to die. He considered biting his tongue to drown himself in his blood.
He groggily opened his eyes. He was hanging on the wall from the last time that Izuku had taken him. His ankles were chained to his wrists and his hands were still in the contraption that kept him from using his quirk. He felt more sore than usual. Izuku had left him hanging with a butt plug in his ass. As punishment.
Bakugo looked around and noticed Izuku was not there. That was unusual. He felt the bar still in his tongue. There was no way that Izuku was not coming. He turned to the door and stared at it. Waited for the next torture session.
Hours seemed to pass. Still nothing. There was a boom. The door swung open. Smoke covered the entry and Bakugo squinted feeling apprehensive. He saw pink, then red and yellow show through. The faces of his friends were revealed.
They're not real. I'm finally hallucinating. Good job Katsuki.
Bakugo closed his eyes and hung his head as he heard multiple gasps.
Didn't realize I could hallucinate sounds too. Fuck…. I want them to be real…. Fuck.
Bakugo felt tears roll down his cheeks. He would kill Izuku for giving him a new drug. His heart broke as he sobbed. He had no idea how much he had missed them. He had no idea how much it would hurt to even imagine them there.
"Hey, hey, Bakugo it's ok. We're here to get you out. Pinky could you break the cuffs?" Kirishima's voice was just like Bakugo remembered.
Then Bakugo felt fingers on his face. He jerked and looked up to see his friend's smiling face. Not Izuku's face like he was expecting. He felt tears continue to flow and the pressure of the piercing was removed from his mouth.
"You're…. Here… real…." Bakugo could barely piece his thoughts or words together. His voice was rougher than normal as well.
Kirishima nodded looking relieved but worried, "I'm glad we found you. That tracker came through. Here. Just relax. I'm going to pull this out, ok?"
Bakugo nodded with his eyes still wide. He didn't want to blink. He was afraid of them disappearing. He felt relief as the butt plug was pulled out of him.
"I'm ready to melt this sucker off. You ready Red Riot?" Bakugo turned to see Mina looking at the cuffs while perched on Denki's shoulders.
"I got him Pinky." Kirishima wrapped his arms around Bakugo to hold him up. "Sorry Bakugo, we'll be quick. Promise."
Bakugo could not help but smile for the first time in what felt like forever.
"Took you long enough. Idiots." Bakugo snidely responded with warmth in his voice.
Kirishima gripped him tighter as Bakugo felt the cuffs snap away from his hands. He allowed himself the collapse into Kirishima's arms. The feeling was slowly returning to Bakugo's limbs. He could not force himself to walk as much as he wanted to though.
"Just relax. We've got you now." Denki stated as he put as hand onto Bakugo's shoulder.
Bakugo smiled at him causing the blonde to jolt in surprise. But he smiled at Bakugo in return. Bakugo felt a hand ruffle his hair and he saw Pinky prance ahead.
Paramedics came into the room and he was covered with a thick blanket and put on a stretcher. He tensed as they buckled him in.
"Hey you," Her voice called to him like a siren. Bakugo completely forgot about his discomfort. He looked up at Ochako Uraraka beside him and he felt his heartache. Tears pricked at his eyes. He never imagined he would be so happy to see her. She looked like an angel.
"Hey Angel," He smiled dumbly up at her.
She laughed and he felt his heartbeat increase. He felt her grab one of his hands, "You're here. You're ok. I'm so glad."
Bakugo saw tears in her eyes and felt the urge to hug her. He opted for gripping her hand tightly.
"Will you stay with me?" Bakugo felt the words tumble out of his mouth without a second thought.
She nodded, "Of course, you guys got the rest?"
Bakugo lazily looked towards his friends and they nodded with soft smiles.
"We've got the rest Uravity. Thanks for leading the charge. You really showed that creep a thing or two." Kirishima winked with a thumbs up.
Ochako blushed and scratched her head, "Geeze, I only did what any hero would do."
Mina giggled, "I think you did a little more than that. But we got your back. He definitely deserved it."
"As usual, you don't mess with Uravity. Unless you want a building toppling on you." Denki commented with a sweatdrop.
"It wasn't that bad…" Ochako trailed off as she squirmed with her face turning redder.
"Did you really do that?" Bakugo asked while looking up at Ochako.
Ochako tried to find her words. Bakugo just pulled her hand, "Don't worry about it. Thanks...Uravity."
Ochako waved her free hand around clearly flustered, "How about we get you to the hospital! Yeah, hospital!"
Bakugo chuckled as he was pushed away from his prison with Ochako's hand in his own. The feeling kept him grounded. He wasn't sure if he was in a dream. He didn't want to be.
The paramedics loaded him into the ambulance. He felt Ochako's hand leave him and he felt panic settle into him. The sterile smell of the ambulance. The white interior. The men putting a breathing mask on him. He sparked small explosions as his heartbeat increased. A small hand wove into his hair and his eyes darted in fear. They landed on Ochako's face.
"Shh, calm down Bakugo. It's ok. I'm right here. We're in the ambulance. We're going to get you checked out. Take deep breathes."
Ochako's soothing voice and touch helped him to calm down as the mask was put on his face. He was hooked up to an IV and heart monitor. He barely registered it he calmed himself down.
"Thank you for calming him down Uravity." One of the paramedics said to her as she continued to pet Bakugo's hair.
Ochako smiled, "Anytime, he's been through a lot. I hope you don't mind me tagging along."
Bakugo felt his eyes closing. He was exhausted. He didn't want to sleep. He didn't want to wake up and it had all been a dream. He tried to force his eyes open with little success.
"You can sleep. You're not dreaming. I promise." Ochako seemed to read his mind as she held his hand again.
Bakugo groaned in response as he felt his strength leave him. On his own accord. Not due to drugs. It felt nice. He allowed his body to sleep. He hoped he would awaken and she would still be there. He hoped he would be free still.
Bakugo felt better. He slowly opened his eyes. He felt almost weird without his restraints. He opened his eyes to a baby blue room. He was lying in a hospital bed. He was wearing a hospital gown and under plush covers. His hand felt warm. He looked to his right and saw Ochako sleeping on his hand. She had changed out of her hero uniform. She was wearing a pink turtle neck. The light from the morning sun shone on her through the window in the room.
Next to his hospital bed, he saw multiple get-well cards, flowers, balloons, spicy chips, and one angry-looking bear. He looked back down at Ochako. There was a bit of drool leaking from the side of her mouth as she dreamed with a smile. He smiled at the sight and reached forward to tuck her hair behind her ear. He allowed his hand to linger on her cheek. He still couldn't quite comprehend that he was there.
Ochako shifted and her eyes fluttered open. She immediately smiled at Bakugo.
"Hey there," She said softly.
"Hey," Bakugo felt like his mouth was full of mothballs. He frowned at the feeling and the sound of his voice.
Ochako giggled as she wiped her mouth on her sleeve and then reached beside the bed for a water bottle, "Here, you sound like you need it."
Bakugo grabbed the water and greedily drank it. He sighed in relief. "How long?"
The question hung for a moment, "Three days. Everyone has been worried. You were….. gone….for a month."
Bakugo felt sick as he heard Ochako's voice crack. He didn't have to look at her to know she was crying. He dealt with hell for a month. He gripped onto her hand tightly along with his bedsheets as reality hit him. His chest felt so tight. He couldn't breathe.
"I'm so sorry Bakugo…. We didn't know anything was wrong for so long. We received a text from you that you were taking a break for a while. Your agency even got a similar message. After a week though we knew something was wrong. We knew you wouldn't take off for more than a week at most. We should've caught onto what was going on sooner. It took so long to get permission to use your tracker. We asked around while we were waiting and even went through your expense records. Then he started catching on that we were on to him. The pictures started coming. It was what we needed to get permission to track you. I'm so sorry." Ochako cried into his hand as Bakugo tried to find his breath.
"Is that why you tried to kill him?" Bakugo finally found his voice. He didn't look at Ochako.
Ochako was silent as she cried, "I was so mad Bakugo. What he did to you…. I wanted him to die. I know it's wrong. I think I was more mad with myself at the time. I should've found you sooner. I felt so useless. You were going through so much and I couldn't do anything."
Bakugo sighed as he calmed down. He brushed his thumb over her knuckles. He looked at her tear-stained face and brushed a few of them away.
"You all came rescued me in the end. I'm not going to pretend that I'm not shocked or not traumatized. I'm going to be fucked up for a while. You guys rescued me when I was about to give up. I was ready to die. You brought me back from the brink. So don't you dare say you're useless."
Ochako nodded as she nuzzled into his hand, "I should probably get the doctor now that you're awake. The others wanted to be updated on your progress as well."
"Easy, there's the call button, and then text the bastards in your group chat."
Ochako laughed as Bakugo just blinked at her as she did, "It's so good to have you back Bakugo. I missed you so much."
Ochako pressed the button for the doctor on the wall as Bakugo smiled.
"I missed you too."
It took a long while for Bakugo to finally leave the hospital. The doctors kept insisting that he needed to stay for his mental health. The hospital wasn't helping though. It caused him to remember shit he would rather forget. The doctors finally agreed with him and released him after two weeks.
Bakugo's stay in the hospital hadn't been too bad. Someone made sure to stay with him. His friends were insistent to be present. The only time they weren't was when he talked to the police and his assigned therapist. Going through the details of what happened was more than difficult. Bakugo had to take multiple breaks and one of his friends would be there to bring him back.
He hated panic attacks. They happened at least once a day for Bakugo though. He had to start taking prescription meds to help him. He didn't want to. He didn't like drugs. Didn't trust them. Ochako was the one that convinced him in the end.
Bakugo packed up the last of his gifts. He was grateful to Kirishima. He had brought Bakugo some actual clothes from his house the second day in the hospital.
"You ready to go?" Ochako entered wearing her hero costume.
Bakugo frowned at this, "Are you on patrol?"
She shook her head, "Not yet, I will be once I make sure you get home. Kirishima will meet us there."
Bakugo nodded feeling thankful, "You don't have to keep doing this for me you know."
Ochako smiled softly, "I'll take that as a thank you. You're our friend. We care about you silly. Now come on."
Ochako opened the door and he followed her out. He shuffled around his duffle bag as they walked. He took out a simple baseball cap and sunglasses. He put them on before they exited. He was well aware of how much he had been on the news. He didn't feel like dealing with fans or the media.
They walked to his apartment in comfortable silence. It felt nice to be out and about. He couldn't wait to get back to work. He worked out around the hospital to build up his muscles again. He had gotten skinny during his capture. He was starting to build up again though.
Bakugo looked around the area he patrolled often and it looked the same. The same shops, the same extras, and yet it felt so alien to him.
He had changed against his will. He was more cautious. Calmer. He felt sick at how it took something so horrible to change him.
He thought about the trail for Izuku coming up. Izuku was smart and had resources. The trail was thankfully private. His absence from hero work had been covered by his PR team. The cover story was that he had gotten sick from a deadly flu and had to be quarantined. He was thankful for the story as it covered for his physical appearance as well.
The thing Bakugo dreaded the most was having to go on the stand. The prosecutor said it would put a nail in Izuku's coffin. He still didn't feel comfortable talking about what happened to him. He felt sick every time he even thought about it. Being completely powerless had put things into perspective.
Bakugo realized he was alive and a hero. He had a second chance. He was going to show everyone he was back. He was going to come back to hero work with pride. He wouldn't be weak again. He would burn away his weakness.
At least that's what he would like to think. A part of him still wondered if he was still cut out to be a hero. So many of his fans were so supportive. They had no idea what had happened to him. Would they still have felt the same if they had known? He wasn't sure. If he was sick with himself then they would most likely feel the same.
He had to push past the hurdle as best he could. The people were counting on him. He even moved to number one for a while above Mirio during his absence. He couldn't let them down. He would be letting himself down if he gave up.
"Hey, you ok?" Ochako spoke up beside Bakugo.
Bakugo jumped at her voice but then grunted in response.
Ochako sighed, "You're stuck in your head again. I swear you need to actually voice your feelings. It's a normal thing to do you know."
Bakugo tensed and put his hands in his pockets, "Nothing to talk about Floaty. Don't worry about it."
There was a long pause. Bakugo looked ahead seeing his apartment in the distance.
"I wish you wouldn't shut me out. I know you talk to your therapist, but sometimes talking with a friend helps more." Ochako spoke softly.
Bakugo was surprised. Out of all of his friends, Ochako had never tried to push him. She wasn't necessarily being too pushy like the others had been. But she had been the one person who hadn't pried into what had happened to him. It pissed him off.
Bakugo gritted his teeth, "Fuck off Pink Cheeks! You wouldn't fucking understand like everyone else! You think I'm weak like everyone else does! That why you all won't leave me alone?! Huh?! I don't need your help or your fucking pity!"
Bakugo bit his tongue as he kept himself from crying. His body shook as he dug his nails into the palms of his hands. Ochako slapped a hand on top of one of his clenched hands. He felt himself floating. He struggled for a moment but stopped as he saw determination along with tears in Ochako's eyes. She floated them above the buildings. His instincts kicked in and he let loose small explosions to propel them forward. He recognized that she was most likely going for his building top. They landed safely with her hand still wrapped around his wrist.
"Don't ever say that we think you're weak ever again Bakugo. You're the strongest most dependable person I know. I'm allowed to be worried about you, aren't I? I might not understand, but that doesn't mean I can't be here for you. So stop being stubborn. Stop putting on a brave face. Because guess what?" Ochako turned to him with tears running down her cheeks. "I can see right through it you idiot."
Bakugo didn't know when he started crying. The next thing he knew he was holding Ochako like his last lifeline. He sobbed into her loudly. She didn't reject him. She held him tightly. Petted his hair. Rubbed his back. Ochako contacted her hero agency and Kirishima.
Bakugo unloaded everything. He didn't dare to look at her as he spewed his guts. It got easier as he went into his feelings. He wasn't one to talk about those. He wanted to purge his weakness. He wanted it gone forever. He told it all to her. He hated to shoulder her with his experience, but her hand never left his. She only listened as they sat on the rooftop watching the sunset.
Bakugo felt like a weight had been lifted from him. He breathed out a breath that shook as he finished.
Ochako just sat next to him still, "You went through things a normal person would never be able to go through. You lasted a month in that hell. You're amazing Bakugo. You beat him by coming out alive and not tied to him. Remember that."
Bakugo nodded as he settled into his relief, "Thank you."
"No thanks needed. It's what heroes do."
Bakugo turned and looked at Ochako. His breath was taken away yet again as the pink sky shined behind her. Her smile was beautiful. He didn't deserve her. She was so bright. She was like the sun and he was like Icarus. He already felt his wings melting as he fell to earth.
Bakugo instinctually reached out and caressed her cheek. She leaned into his touch. A small blush played on her already pink cheeks. She leaned forward into him. He felt himself move with her. She wasn't using her quirk, yet she pulled him toward her in a way he couldn't describe.
One thing Bakugo knew was that Ochako didn't burn him as he thought. Her lips were soft. He wished that her lips had been his first. He didn't want to hurt her. He wanted to protect her. He wasn't good enough.
Bakugo almost immediately detached himself from her. "I'm sorry. I should go."
Ochako yanked his hand to seat him back down next to her, "Stop it. You're not getting rid of me that easily Kat. Whatever you're telling yourself is wrong. You're stuck with me now. Deal with it."
Ochako caressed his cheek and then pulled on the back of his head to kiss him again. Bakugo melted into her giving in to her comfort. He was still Icarus, but he wasn't in love with the sun. He was in love with the moon. The soft, beautiful inviting moon.
Bakugo lost track of time for a while. He went to therapy weekly now and continued taking his meds. He was able to get on the stand and talk about what happened to him without going into a panic attack. He was able to see Izuku again without the weight of weakness hanging over him. He learned to accept it as something that had happened. Something he had no control over. Something he could not change.
The one thing in his life that he was proud of was his ability to move forward. To overcome odds. He went back to work within two months and he felt more alive than ever. He was determined to keep people safe. Determined to protect them from the horrors he went through.
Soon, news got out about his relationship with Ochako. The talk show he went on about the subject went smoothly. For the most part.
"YOU SAID WE WERE MOVING IN TOGETHER?! WHAT THE HELL KAT!" Ochako yelled at him over the phone.
"What? We've been dancing around it. You're the one being stubborn about it."
"BECAUSE WE'RE NOT MARRIED KAT! DON'T YOU REALIZE HOW THIS LOOKS?!"
Bakugo sighed, "Like a healthy relationship where we're learning to get to know each other."
Ochako screeched, "MY PARENTS ARE GOING TO DISOWN ME AND THEN KILL ME AND THEN KILL YOU!"
Bakugo barked out a laugh, "They can fucking try. Would it make you feel better if we had lunch with them together? I'll propose right in front of them if you want that."
"Kat we've only been dating for six months. You can't be serious."
"When have you ever heard spout shit I don't mean? I mean it, Angel." Bakugo's voice dropped an octave.
There was a long pause, "You can't just propose over the phone like this. Do it properly with a ring you dork."
"Done. Anything else Angel?"
Bakugo waited patiently. He could almost imagine her flustered expression. It made him grin from ear to ear.
"I love you Katsuki." Bakugo heard her voice crack.
She knew how big of a step this was for him. He knew she was crying tears of joy. He couldn't deny how happy he was and it was all thanks to her. This was the least he could do. If it was what she wanted then he would happily do it without a second thought.
"I love you too Ochako."
Fin
AN: I thought I would make up for how horrible I am with a nice and beautiful end. At least I hope it was. I thought about making the end Kiribaku, but I felt like Bakugo would not go for that. Especially after the trauma, he went through. It makes sense to my brain. You're allowed to judge me lol. Thanks for reading this little one-shot. Please let me know what you thought about it. Until next time!