Saving Kacchan

Bakugou wakes up after one of the longest nights he's had since being kidnapped and staying with the League of Villains. He had been moving around all night after Toga chained him up for his "punishment", nothing on his body felt comforting. He noticed she didn't go back to her room after she shut the door on him.

The collar felt suffocating around his neck, the leash reminding him he could barely move without choking himself. The familiar quirk-suppressing cuffs felt cold and foreign around his wrists, the cold touch of the metal seemed to leak into his hot bloodstream. The cock ring only got more uncomfortable as the night progressed, the small bits of friction from the cotton panties while he struggled only added to a cesspool of frustration and need to get off quickly.

He groaned out loud, the noise sounded small and weak, and Bakugou wanted to scream. Somebody must've heard him waking up and moving around because there were heavy footsteps approaching Toga's bedroom door. As the doorknob rattled and the other person started to turn it, Bakugou tried his best to push himself up by facing his pillow and pushing up to face the villain on the other side of the room.

"Good mornin' kiddo," Dabi gave him a lazy wave. Bakugou stared at him with wide eyes, somewhere deep inside lurched forward, and his mind panicked with questions.

Only one question seemed to repeat countlessly. "Where's that bi— Himi-chan?" He had to quite literally bite his tongue from calling Toga a bitch.

If Dabi heard the small pained groan when he switched names, he didn't show it on his face. Instead, he smirked. "The little princess is upset with ya. I've never seen her so blood thirsty before."

Bakugou gulped.

"If I were ya, I would comply with her little demands. She may seem harmless when she's all sparkly and cute… But now? Even Shigaraki's avoiding her. She left Twice's room early this morning, something about finding a 'toy to get Kitty to talk'." Dabi sighed, his hands slightly smoking with a hint of blue flames. "Unfortunately, I've come to care for you. Boss'll help with more of the submission side, unless you can be a good kitty?"

Bakugou found himself nodding, the collar seemingly hitting the bottom of chin from how low his head was going. Dabi's smirk seemed to grow wider, the pale skin stapled to the scarred purple skin didn't seem to help the image. "Good choice. Even though she said to care for you, we do have some rules that she set down for us babysitting you."

Bakugou could tell that it was going to be a long day.

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Toga came back around the early afternoon, her blood storage tank half-full. Twice had welcomed her back when she moved into the pub, giving her a kitchen towel to wipe off her face and hands. She thanked him with a perky voice and smile then just dropping the small towel into the kitchen hamper basket. Kurogiri from the other side of the pub sighed in disgust.

Mustard waved at the blonde absently, while Magne asked her if she wanted a change of clothes. She mentioned "lots of blood" on her outfit and "stains are a fucking bitch to kill". Shigaraki chuckled under his breath at the mention of the Hero Killer, even if it wasn't in her mind.

"I'll be okay! I need to get ready anyways when I use this," she shook the container lightly, the dark red liquid sloshing around freely. Magne nodded in response.

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Dabi took Bakugou to the bathroom to do his business, then helped him brush the front of his teeth. The smaller teen felt heat rise from his outfit and how he was treated, and when Dabi tugged at his leash when Bakugou spit out the excess toothpaste, he felt his neck and ears burn from embarrassment.

"Toga's already here, but I'm supposed to be with you until tomorrow. I'll have to write up a report card for how well yer doing. I thought I'd hafta bring in Mop-head by now."

Bakugou soaked in the small comment of praise. Shigaraki's quirk was insanely dangerous, he honestly liked having himself in one, non-decayed, piece. Although, even with the praise, he couldn't help but show a small smile. Dabi noticed, but didn't mention anything.

Dabi led Bakugou back to Toga's room, looping the leash end to a hook that hung on the wall. Bakugou's eyes followed his movements carefully as he sat himself down on his small futon. Shigaraki had knocked then opened the door wider with one hand, his other hand covered with a Christmas glove to make sure the lunch container he was carrying carefully wouldn't fall victim to his quirk.

"Here's your food, brat. Enjoy or fucking whatever. If it were up to me, you'd be ash in Magne's cigarette tray already." The man dropped the container carelessly onto Bakugou's lap, the warm food inside warming up his bare thigh. He removed the glove with four fingers of his empty hand, gave the soft yarn a scowl, and tapped it with all five fingers to watch it disintegrate onto Toga's bedroom floor.

"Thanks Boss," Dabi told him as he locked eyes with his blue ones. Shigaraki growled at Dabi, but it wasn't threatening enough to the fire user since he laughed light-heartedly. He turned to Bakugou when the door closed roughly, "Ready for food? Toga said that I gotta feed ya five spoonfuls of this, okay?"

"Only five?" Bakugou questioned before he could think.

Dabi nodded. He took off the lid of the container with a snap and grabbed the plastic white spoon inside with care. He scooped up some scrambled eggs then lifted it towards the boy's face, "Should I say something childish? Hm… I dunno, like, 'here comes the train!'" Dabi chuckled lightly before frowning, "How 'bout 'here comes All Might!' Yeah, that sounds better. Its not like its going to happen any time soon."

Even though Bakugou opened his mouth to allow Dabi to spoon-feed him, he could feel his mind racing and his heart pounding against his chest. The first spoonful went down easily, if he weren't in this situation he would've added some hot sauce to add flavor to the bland egg chunks.

At the second and third spoonfuls he slowed down, his mind coming to the conclusion that no one was going to save him.

The fourth spoonful had him trying to hold back the burning tears in his eyes, his face burning with a fire intensity, like he had dived into an active volcano.

The fifth, and last, spoonful had him sniffling and fat tears rolling down his flushed face at full speed. He swallowed the eggs with a choked sob while Dabi put the spoon into the half-full container and snapped it closed with an easy grip. The taller man didn't mention Bakugou crying over bland scrambled eggs, he didn't pull him close in a enveloping hug, he didn't whisper lullabies and hum small praises into his ear. The only thing Dabi did do was lift himself up as Bakugou scooted near him for comfort, give him a lazy salute and a wink, and leave the room.

Bakugou sobbed quietly into his pillow, wiping snot and tears across the corners of the pillowcase. He wasn't sure when he drifted to sleep, or when he stopped crying, but all he knows is that there's someone knocking on the door erratically which caused him to groan out from the intrusion.

The knocks seemed to get louder and louder until they stopped completely. The silence seemed to make Bakugou more unnerved so he let out a weak cry. He watched as the doorknob rattled and turned, the clicking sounds deafening in the silence around him.

The doorknob clicked again, Bakugou knowing whoever was on the other side had gotten the lock to open. A weak "hello?" escaped his lips before he could stop himself, but it was cut short by a boy standing through the sliver of the open door, his wide green eyes seemed impossibly wider with surprise.

"…Kacchan?"