Bakugou wasn't afraid.
A girl in the League, a psychotic bitch who spoke madness with confidence, had leaned in close, right in Bakugou's space. She ran her thumb across his cheek, threatening, before pulling back and laughing when Bakugou flinched. Just a reflex.
Bakugou would have hurt her, blown her skin off her bones until his palms burned bloody and red. But the stupid Quirk suppressors kept his hands stable and useless.
Bakugou wasn't afraid.
The girl was creepy.
She cut him. Permission to damage but not kill. She introduced herself as 'Himiko Toga', all sweet and innocent, as if they were acquaintances at a party. Before promptly stabbing him in the bicep and laughing.
Bakugou grunted, pain bad but not excruciating. The cut wasn't too deep. He had taken his eyes off her, glancing at the wound for just a second, and she'd used the opening to lean in close and lick a stripe over his jugular. He yelled, disgusted, and she grinned at him as if that was the reaction she wanted.
Bakugou wasn't afraid.
She ran her fingers through his hair. Occasionally tugging on the strands or leaning in and smelling the cocktail of blood and shampoo coating them. Kirishima didn't even do that.
Bakugou liked to imagine a square, an invisible barrier around him at all times. If anyone stepped into it they were promptly shoved out . He didn't like tight spaces, or feeling tapped. The walls would close in and his lungs would tighten, like being squeezed in a fist, and he had to escape, because soon enough it would squeeze him dry like fruit in a juicer.
Kirishima had been different, though, had slowly developed a relationship where touch wasn't absolutely avoided. Pats on the back, brief one armed hugs. Thinking about it brought Bakugou back to Earth.
He tried to shake her off by moving his head, shaking from side to side. Toga giggled, enjoying the fight but growing bored quickly and pressing a blade against his throat to keep him still.
Bakugou wasn't afraid.
Toga's hands touched his knees and then moved, slowly, up and up until they rested mid thigh, right where his boxers ended. Then, not moving any higher, she moved her hands inwards. Stroking his inner thighs before squeezing. She gagged him so he couldn't scream or vomit.
Bakugou struggled. Nostrils flaring in rage because how dare she. This was death-had to be-no other explanation. Bakugou would die before this happened. Die. Die. Die. Die-
He tried to fight the wave of terror. Tried to close his eyes and pretend the hands were Kirishima's, but the illusion was crushed by panic, her hands were too soft, too small and rough to be his.
She laughed. Like this was the most amusing thing in the world. Before reaching forward, giving Bakugou momentarily relief as she let go of his thighs only to heighten the panic again when he noticed she was reaching to touch his chest.
A distant explosion.
Toga paused. Hands hovering mid-air, fingers like claws. Bakugou had clamped his eyes shut. She looked up, listening.
Bakugou held his breath.
The wall caved in.
Bakugou wasn't afraid. He wasn't.
He tried to dismiss his trembling as restless energy. Tried to rationalise the need to pull his hair out at the root as simply feeling unclean.
He stood in the hospital waiting area. The least injured despite everything.
Kirishima approached but Bakugou didn't hear him, overwhelmed with his own thoughts and feelings and anything but fear.
Kirishima reached out.
Bakugou twitched his head. Body reacting before his brain could.
"Don't fucking touch me!"
They made eye contact. Kirishima tried to brush sadness away with concern while Bakugou blanched. Feeling sick with something he couldn't throw up.
Bakugou was terrified.
End