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Despite it being a week since he had been taken, two weeks since Mina had been kidnapped, Kirishima found they weren’t treated horribly, all things considered. For the League to not torture them was kind, in a way, he guessed. But it was still off-putting.
It wasn’t that they were alone all the time and left to their own devices, no, there was a villain keeping an eye on them most of the time. Most of them wouldn’t even entertain the idea of engaging in normal conversation - as normal as a hostage-kidnapper conversation could be - but the exception was Toga.
She sat on a box by the door, one leg pulled up to her chest as the other hung and swung against the box, kicking a slow, steady beat. She was the one Kirishima couldn’t tell what she was thinking, even when she seemed to be animated. Often her words and actions differed, and even Mina said she had trouble figuring out the older teen.
Toga rested her chin on her raised knee, and for once, had no knife to play with. Her arms were wrapped around the curled leg, and her gaze was on the two of them as if studying them. It was weird, and a little unnerving considering who she was.
“You know, it makes sense Katsuki would want you,” her eyes went straight to Kirishima as she spoke, but then they shifted to Mina, “but I can’t seem to understand why he would need any more than him. Or that he’d like a girl like you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Mina bristled as much as she could given the circumstances.
“I mean, I didn’t even know you could love more than one person at a time,” she said simply with a shrug. “And that Katsuki of all people could even love more than one person at a time.”
“And yet you still think he’ll join the League of Villains? You don’t even know him at all,” Kirishima retorted. “He laughed the last time you tried to get him to join. How is this going to be any different?”
A manic spark entered Toga’s eyes as she lifted her head. “We have a bit of a bargaining chip, don’t we? Because apparently Katsuki has such a big heart. And we have two of his little loves. You heard me before, right, Eijirou? We can easily get the other two if he won’t come for you two. Not that I think we’ll need them. His little girlfriend, and the guy who took him away from us last time? I’m sure we’ll get him right where Shigaraki wants him to be.”
Kirishima rolled his eyes, but neither he nor Mina said anything more.
“You know, I do agree it’s not really fair we’re coercing little Katsuki into joining, but really, it’s the only thing that’ll work. He’s so brainwashed and blinded by those rotten heroes he doesn’t see he’s trapped there worse than any villain group,” Toga continued, dropping her other leg to swing out of rhythm with the first. “He just has to see the world for what it really is, and see what those so-called heroes really are like. He’ll realize we’re in the right, just you wait, cuties.”
“You really don’t know Kat at all if you think that,” Mina muttered, only loud enough for Kirishima to hear. She shifted and rubbed her cuffed wrists. Two weeks of being handcuffed had made them indented and near-constantly bright red - even brighter than normal skin tones given her pink complexion. It was only a matter of time before they would start bleeding from the raw rubbing.
“I’ll get to know him,” Toga said, unnerving the teens with her impressive hearing. “And he’ll get to know the truth, even he has to be pushed to it against his will at first.”
The door opened beside Toga, and the severed hands covering his upper torso was the first hint of who it was. It was early for a guard switch, even Toga looked briefly surprised at Shigaraki’s appearance, which caused Kirishima to tense a little bit, leaning just enough against Mina to feel her warmth.
“We should get started.”
Bakugou was in a foul mood. It had been bad since he saw Mina get taken by the fucking League, but then Eijirou suddenly disappeared without a word in the middle of the night. The camera bots around the school noted he had gone on his own, practically sprinting out of the school perimeter in his nightclothes, and that was the last solid bit of information they got on his location.
Hanta and Denki were also agitated about their missing partners. Grades were tanking in the past two weeks, with their minds elsewhere. Even though the teachers sort of understood the stress and worry the three had for their missing partners, they clearly fucking didn’t understand if they were taking forever to get their asses in gear and save the two. It was almost impressive how the news hadn’t yet gotten wind that two students were kidnapped, but Bakugou had a feeling they were trying to keep it from the media until the two were found.
It was smart but it wasn’t fucking enough.
So, when he got a message from Eiji of nothing but a location ping, he almost did the same thing as his dumbass boyfriend. Instead, he took just a couple more seconds to stare at the location before he made his move.
First he texted the other two his plan. Of course they said they were going as well, but he shot it down immediately. He was not going to let them get in the way or be hurt. He had to use his blackmail on both of them to be able to ensure their cooperation.
The next thing he did was storm out of the dormroom to head to the teachers’ dorms. He wasn’t going to do the same mistake Eijirou did and not tell anyone what he had received, and needed at least one adult to know what he was doing. Who knows, maybe they would be able to actually be of fucking help. Mr. Aizawa would be the best choice.
Luckily, it was his homeroom teacher that came out of the teachers’ dorms, looking as exhausted as ever, but there was an awareness that he remembered back in the USJ.
“I don’t know if this is really Kirishima, but I’ve gotten a location,” he showed Mr. Aizawa the image. “You can’t stop me from going. If this is a fucking trap by the League, we need them to think they’re going to win, so I’ll be going regardless.”
Aizawa was wise not to interrupt him as he went over his rushed plan. He wasn’t as strategic as fucking Deku, but he could at least work fast on his feet to always come out on top. The plan was bare bones simplistic, but all Bakugou had to do was pretend to be lured in, and trust that the heroes would do their fucking jobs for once and get Mina and Eiji out of harm’s way before Bakugou went nuclear.
The place was too similar to the bar where Bakugou had been held captive by the League before. It gave him the ick, and if he wasn’t focused on getting to Eiji and Mina, and was more fucking chickenshit, he would have allowed the chill down his spine to get a shudder out of him. Instead, he just glared daggers at the building as he approached, wrapping a hand around a couple of his mini grenades that he put in his pockets before he left the school. He would have brought his gauntlets if he could have, but they were too big and obvious. Until he was certain Eijirou and Mina were safe, he had to be careful around the League.
He couldn’t see if any other heroes were nearby, but that didn’t matter at the moment. He trusted Mr. Aizawa to be watching from the shadows at least.
He stormed into the abandoned bar, curling his hands inwards to begin collecting sweat in case he needed to use it, his eyes scanning every room he entered from the locations of the doors to the number of items still inside the unused building. Dust covered the floor, but there was an indent of dust, as if something had disturbed the area before being abandoned again. It looked like a path further in, where a lightsource flickered on. It looked like a blip from the distance, likely a lighter or matchstick, and Bakugou made his way to the lightsource cautiously.
“Shitty Hair, if that’s you…” He wasn’t sure if he was going to threaten his boyfriend or hug the shit out of him. “Is Mina with you?”
He heard a gasp, and he was able to make out a shape from the lightsource, as small as it was. Limp red hair and something shiny caught on the lighter’s flame, and part of Bakugou relaxed, his shoulders no longer as raised or tense as it had been before.
He hurried forward, still keeping an eye out for escape points and whatever he would have to use in case of a fight.
“Eiji,” Bakugou said as he approached his dumbass boyfriend, who held the lighter like a lifesaver. He looked a bit paler in the warm flamelight, and his hair was limp and down. He didn’t look hurt from an initial glance, which was the good news.
The bad news was how he looked at Bakugou like he was scared of the teen.
“Ei?” He wasn’t going to attempt to understand what could have possibly happened in the past week since his boyfriend had disappeared, but he hoped it wasn’t anything too bad. He didn’t know why the League would take his partners, but they would pay if they hurt either of them. “Where’s Mina? We have to fucking go.”
Eijirou shook his head. “You have to get out now, bro,” he whispered.
“Fuck that. We are getting out of here and I’m going to beat up every last fucking villain until they know not to mess with me or mine,” his hands created small popping explosions as he imagined the stupid League members from when he had been kidnapped.
“No, you have to go. They’re trying to get you here so they can -”
He was gone before he could finish his sentence, taking the lightsource with him in a cloud of purple-black fog. Bakugou did not even think before he was jumping in after his boyfriend, reaching out until he grabbed the familiar - if very rumpled - nightshirt, exactly where he was certain Eijirou would be. He pulled him close, blinded by the sudden change in lighting around them as they were warped elsewhere, but still, the moment he saw someone who wasn’t pink, he raised his free hand and let the explosions strengthen.
He had been hoping to manage to propel himself and Eijirou back through the warp, but one of the villains had a strong grip on his boyfriend. They were stuck until backup arrived, if the heroes were really tracking his phone. The warp guy moved a second later, removing their best exit.
Bakugou glared at the villain who had grabbed Eijirou’s arm, a finger raised almost comically daintily like how snobbish assholes would drink tea, only to glare harder once he recognized it to be Shigaraki. He recalled his quirk, the ability to destroy matter by touch, the weirdo who worked under the man who destroyed the symbol of Peace’s image.
“Let him go,” he demanded, noticing the cuffs around Eiji’s wrists. Those had been the shiny things he had seen with the lighter flame, and considering how he wasn’t trying to use his quirk, he was certain they were suppressing the quirk. “Unless you wanna fucking die.”
“How about this, instead?” Shigaraki stepped forward, the hand blocking his face as stupid as ever. “You listen, and Red and Pink won’t be harmed. You don’t even know where your girlfriend is, and I can assure you she isn’t here.”
Bakugou thought about the situation, and Shigaraki was telling the truth that Mina wasn’t with them. In fact, it was only him, Ei, Shigaraki, the warp guy, and the weird guy that used measuring tape as a weapon. Dabi and Toga weren’t anywhere to be seen, nor was that magnet person.
He lowered his free hand, but refused to let go of Eiji, but luckily Shigaraki was kind enough - every action he did, Bakugou wanted to pummel his face in all the more - to let him go, and he could see the edges of his lips lifted in a wide smile. Bakugou had to wait until he was with Mina and Eiji before they could leave, and he hoped the heroes wouldn’t mess this up.
“Great. Let’s talk, shall we?”