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Bakugo Katsuki looked around the room and pulled a little at his restraints.
"Damn it," He sighed. None of the villains paid him much attention, which made it easier to try and formulate a plan of escape.
He looked at a door that lead to the bathroom and remembered that he saw a door leading outside the last time they let him use the restroom. An idea formed in his head.
"Hey burnt chicken nugget, I gotta take a piss."
Dabi rolled his eyes at the nickname, but came over and unlocked Bakugo's restraints, probably just mostly not wanting to clean up a mess.
Bakugo rubbed his sore wrists and followed Dabi towards the door. As soon as he opened it, Bakugo activated his quirk, throwing Dabi halfway across the room and bolted towards the door to the outside. He blasted it open and stopped only for a moment to access his surroundings. A large parking lot surrounded the building and Bakugo made a break for it.
He heard Dabi yell, "Damn it, get him!", but he didn't care. All he cared about was getting as far away from the league of villains as possible.
But almost as soon as he made it outside, he heard foot steps. He looked behind him, and saw Shigaraki chasing closely behind. He was clearly very pissed, but also had a horrid smile on his face. Bakugo ran faster, but Shigaraki also built up his own speed.
Bakugo's chest became tight and his legs shaky and through the fog in head, he mentally cursed himself.
Suddenly, long arms wrapped around his body and four clammy fingers clamped onto his neck. They both fell to the ground and Bakugo broke most of the fall. He heard his wrist either pop or snap, he wasn't sure but knew it hurt. Shigaraki's grip on his neck immediately became tighter. Not enough to block his airways, just enough to let Bakugo know that he's there and he can hurt him.
"Tag, you little bitch. You're it."
Shigaraki's horrible breath and strident, croaky voice made Bakugo almost throw up and even though he struggled with everything he had, Shigaraki's grip never faltered. If anything, it got tight enough to block Bakugo's breath and out of fear or maybe oxygen deprivation, he stopped struggling.
"You're gonna be going deeper inside now. You're not gonna escape again and no one is gonna hear you scream."
Shigaraki laughed, a sound that made nails on a chalkboard appealing, and Bakugo's eyes watered. Not only from the smell, but also from the terror he felt in that moment. His chest got even tighter, and as Shigaraki dragged him back inside, Bakugo's eyes shut and he lost any hope of ever getting back home.