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On his sixth birthday, Bakugou Katsuki was kidnapped. The cake was good, at least.
Yeah, it sucked, but even as a six-year-old, he was still a real spitfire with an awesome quirk to boot. He could’ve taken out those suckers in an instant. They were clearly c-listers anyway. He would’ve thought d-list, but they managed to take the great Bakugou Katsuki by surprise, so they deserved a rank up.
That’s what he thought before they took his blindfold and saw at least thirty of them, that is. Sure, Katsuki was awesome, but even the symbol of peace himself couldn’t take on this many villains in the same room.
“Shit.”
The tallest non-mutant gasped. “Aren’t you six?”
“Well, technically, I don’t turn six for another two and a half hours.”
“Why are you talking like that, then?” He asked, sounding shocked and offended. What the fuck was he talking about?
“Talking like what?”
“Cussing.”
“What the fuck is cussing?” He gasped again, and covered the ears of some of the younger-looking villains. Did Katsuki talking offend him in some way? Well, maybe if he kept talking, the villains would leave him alone.
“Who taught you those words, young man?”
“What words?!” He was really starting to get agitated now. Who the hell was this guy to judge how he speaks? He was pretty damn eloquent for an almost six-year-old kid, thank you very much. He deserved credit for that, not a scolding from some c-list bitch.
“Uh…” He gestured for everyone to cover their ears. What a goddamn wussy. “Fuck and shit.” He clarified, sounding ashamed of saying it.
“My mom. She says those to me all the time. Why?”
“Oh dear.” And what was wrong with that? He had half a mind to blast this guy to hell! You know, if he wasn’t tied up. “What context does your mother use them in?” Jesus, what was this guy’s problem?
“Tons of ‘em! Just shut up and tell me what you want in return for letting me go!”
Pulling himself together, he pulled out a cellphone and started entering a number. “Calling your parents. They’re owners of a top fashion industry. They’re loaded. So, we’re kidnapping you and only returning you when they pay up.” Idiots. Did they really think that would work?
“Ha, jokes on you, they won’t pay a damn cent for me. Mom doesn’t even want me. They’ll probably ask you to keep me.” He taunted. That sobered up the large villain real quickly.
“They… wouldn’t pay to save their child?”
Katsuki cackled gleefully. “Nope! You wouldn’t even get a penny.”
The larger man called their number anyway. He heard his mother’s voice on the other end. “This is Mitsuki. Who’s calling?”
“You wouldn’t pay to rescue your son?”
“What?”
“It’s his birthday today, and you weren’t with him when we kidnapped him! Your kid’s under the impression that you’re not willing to pay any sort of ransom for him. Is this true?”
“Fuck, did Katsuki put you up to this? Tell the brat to go play in traffic. I’m too busy to deal with his shit right now. Besides, I should be the one who the birthday’s about, I had to go through the pain of pushing that punk out of me. Don’t call here again. I’m busy.” She hung up.
Looking around, he expected to see the defeated faces of the surrounding villains, but instead, they just looked angry. Shit, maybe now that they knew they weren’t getting anything from his parents, they would kill him instead. How the hell would he get out of this one? He was way outnumbered and already tied up. They weren’t playing fair!
One blue-haired thug in the back spoke up. “Kid, I’m real sorry.” Huh?
“Yeah, your mama don’t deserve you. I’m sure you’re a great kid. She just doesn’t understand that.” What were they talking about? Why weren’t they moving to attack him?
“Hey, Roomba,” One of the others addressed what seemed to be their leader. “‘S there room for another stray?”
“You think we should take him in?”
“Why not? It seems like his parents won’t miss him.” The tall villain seemed thoughtful. Roomba knelt down to Katsuki’s level, looking uncharacteristically kind. What kind of villain was this guy?
“Kid, what do you want to be when you grow up?” He asked softly. Despite his villainous nature, Katsuki felt oddly secure.
“I wanna be a hero. I’d be a good one too,” He stated confidently. “I have a pretty great quirk. That’s how I got my friends. They realize how awesome I am, and they want to follow me before I become great.” People (his mother) called him cocky, but it wasn’t cockiness if you were just telling the truth. He had substance to back up his claim.
Somehow, the villains either got even angrier, or got pitying looks on their faces. He fucking hated pity. Why would they be looking down on him like that? He just explained how awesome he was!
“Kid… you know that’s not how friendship’s supposed to work, right?”
“What do you mean? How else are you supposed to make friends?” He must’ve been lying to him. He knew villains were liars. Who was he to teach him about friendship when he only had a group of scum backing him up?
“They’re supposed to like you for who you are.” He explained gently. That didn’t make any sense to the child.
“Why would they like me? My parents don’t even like me.” He explained. Clearly, Roomba had to learn a thing or two about camaraderie. Why would anyone like Katsuki?
He walked away from Katsuki, forming a small huddle with a few of the members (lackeys) in his group. They were trying to be inconspicuous, but he could hear them clearly. “So, we’re totally taking him in, right?”
“Nah,” He heard Roomba say. There was immediately loud protest from the others. He shushed them and continued. “We take in people after they’ve already committed a crime,” He clarifies. “This kid’s got a bright future, he could be a hero! We don’t wanna screw that up for him, now, do we?” He heard reluctant grunts of agreement. “But, that don’t mean we can’t still raise the boy.”
“What do you mean, boss?”
“We take the boy every so often, raise him, teach him not to say all those cuss words, do what his mama should be doin’ for him, y’know? But, no one can know. We don’t mess up his future. He goes to school, but he makes real friends here. Sound like a plan, ladies and gents?” They cheered.
Were… were they talking about him? No. Why would they take in a brat like him?
“Hey, kiddo, how would you like for us to teach you some stuff?”