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Prompt: Some members of Class-1A wake in a large, comfy room, with absolutely no recollection of how they got there. They come to find out that this is meant to be a bonding activity/trial, and they won’t be allowed out until they complete it. Chaos ensues.
“So? Can you do it?”
Aizawa’s voice carried through the dimly lit room, the only source of light a few lamps emitting an eerie purple glow. Half of the room was still covered in a blanket of gloom, and Aizawa couldn’t see anything beyond the lamp’s range.
Something moved in the darkness, the soft click of heels on the marble floor the only indication that something was moving closer, before a delicate hand grabbed Aizawa’s wrist from behind. Aizawa barely managed to keep his composure, but she had startled him. A laugh drifted from the shadows, airy and light, not fitting the surroundings, as Aizawa jerked his hand out of her grip.
“Sorry, darling. I didn’t mean to frighten you.” The same hand as before extended, but this time holding a small teacup, with dark liquid swirling inside. “Care for a cup of tea?”
But Aizawa knew she had meant to scare him. He took a deep breath, pushing her hand back.
“I don’t have time for your games, Duchess. Answer the question.”
Duchess gave an exaggerated sigh. “You’re no fun.”
With a flash, the teacup vanished, and Duchess stepped fully into the light. She wore a tight-fitted, sheer purple dress with a plunging neckline and high thigh slit that complemented her dark skin, and her brown hair was pinned in a classy updo that belonged at a royal ball. She had a thick, white shawl draped around her arms, and live butterflies flitted around her head. She snapped again, and a plush seat appeared just behind her, and she sat down, primly crossing her legs and folding her hands in her lap.
“To answer your question, yes. I should be able to complete your request. Do you have the names?” She asked, giving him a sweet smile. Aizawa didn’t return it.
“Tell me your plan first.”
“Do you not trust my methods?” Duchess held a hand over her heart, feigning dismay. Aizawa rolled his eyes.
“I need to make sure my students are kept safe.”
Duchess huffed. “No, your children will not be harmed. However, I cannot divulge the events that will take place, since that is against my policy.”
Aizawa looked like he was about to argue, but Duchess raised a manicured hand to silence him, then clapped her hands. Out of the shadows, a large black cat- no, a puma slunk towards them, carrying a scroll with a red ribbon in it’s drooling maw. Duchess plucked the piece of paper out of it’s mouth, and untied the ribbon with a flourish. She held it out to Aizawa, who unrolled it and read the contents. Surprisingly, it didn’t have any drool on it.
“By signing your name below, you agree to use the services of the party listed above, albeit with the following terms and conditions. Number one. The client will not be able to interfere with the process once it is underway, as that may impact the results. Number Two. The client will not be able to, under any circumstances, know the events that will/have already occurred once inside…”
Aizawa trailed off, reading the rest to himself. Duchess raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. “Darling, did you truly sign my contract without reading it first? You’re lucky I’m so kind, and not trying to bind you to service for life.”
Aizawa grunts. “Kind is a generous word.”
“Excuse me?! I’ve saved your sorry ass more times than I can count!”
Duchess’s cool, sultry demeanor slips a bit, and Aizawa smirks.
“Fair enough. Your payment will be delivered tonight, once it begins. Here is your list.”
Duchess accepted the parchment, looking it over before glancing up at the raven-haired man.
“No need. Consider this a favor. Besides, I have no need for money. You of all people should know that.” She grinned, white teeth pale against her dark lips.
“If you’re sure. It was nice seeing you, Duchess.” Aizawa turned to leave.
“Tell your husband I said hello. And, if anyone calls, follow the script I gave you.”
Aizawa gave a thumbs-up before he disappeared out of sight, the room seeming to swallow him up. Duchess turns back to her list, tracing a dainty nail across the words.
Katsuki Bakugou…Shoto Todoroki…hm. This may be a bit more difficult than I thought.” She stroked the puma beside her, her brow furrowed in thought.
“I’ll have to use quirk suppressants with this one. Tsk, I hate those things. Ah, well, no matter.” With a swirl of her wrist, she vanishes into thin air.
{*.PAGE 1 START.*}
PARTICIPANTS
•important note•
A * next to a name indicates a quirk that may interfere with CONTENT REDACTED
Participants are able to be discarded at any time by the host, if the event calls for it..
MALE
-Izuku Midoriya *
-Katsuki Bakugou *
-Eijirou Kirishima
-Shoto Todoroki *
-Denki Kaminari *
-Hanta Sero
-Tenya Iida
FEMALE
-Mina Ashido
-Kyoka Jirou
-Ochaco Uraraka
-Tsuyu Asui
{*.PAGE 1 END.*}
When the doors to the UA Dorm flew open, it had been a normal Wednesday evening. The self-proclaimed Bakusquad—Bakugou, Jirou, Ashido, Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero, had claimed a table hours before, and sat around it laughing and yelling about a recent training session that had apparently been quite eventful. Nearby, Midoriya, Todoroki, Iida, Uraraka, and Asui attempted to make soba, but it was clear from the expression on Bakugou’s face (he’d been eavesdropping, of course) that they were doing it completely wrong.
When a woman casually threw open the doors, clad in a stunning sleek dress with a fitted mask adorning her rosy face, Bakugou had kicked the Dekusquad out of the kitchen to make the soba himself. So, he had a full view of the mysterious woman breaking into their building, and was the first to alert his classmates.
“How the fuck did you get in here?” Bakugou steps out of the kitchen, ripping his apron off and letting his hands accumulate sweat. The woman tsked, her full lips forming a pout.
“No warm welcome for a guest? What a pity.” She laughed, the sound tinkling like bells.
Midoriya stepped up beside Bakugou, and the blonde had the wherewithal not to yell at him, sensing that now wasn’t the time.
“Ma’am, I’m afraid we don’t know who you are. If you’re lost, we can direct you to the front office.” Midoriya spoke slowly, cautiously, unsure of how to proceed.
“What the nerd meant to say is, get the fuck out. Strangers shouldn’t be breaking into dorms.” Bakugou snapped, letting his palms spark with warning explosions.
The rest of the people in the room had come to stand behind Midoriya and Bakugou, many taking defensive stances.
That’s when Kaminari spoke up.
“Hey, where’s the rest of the class? They should have heard that lady come in.”
Ashido shushed him, but Bakugou realized that he was right. It was silent in the dorms, a rare -and eerie- occurrence.
“Oh, them? They were good target practice.”
The class watched in horror as the woman withdrew two black guns from a pocket hidden in her shawl. No one had noticed it before now, but they all flinched back as the woman twirled them around her fingers.
“What the fuck did you do.”
Bakugou’s voice was low, and he took a step forward.
“I just removed them. We won’t need them where we’re going.” The woman said, a dangerous glint in her eyes. Then, she grinned, dark lips pulling into a smile.
“Now!”
With a deafening crash, every window in the dorm room was suddenly barred, and the door disappeared from view as a heavy iron sheet fell over it. The class screamed, stumbling away from the walls. Bakugou used the distraction to lunge for the woman, but with a bang, the gun fired, and the bullet hit Bakugou’s arm. He expected blinding pain, but only a sharp sting greeted him. He looked at his arm with bewilderment- and saw a dart filled with liquid emptying into his bloodstream.
“FUCK!” He roared, ripping it out, but it was too late. More shots rang out (now that he thought about it, they didn’t really sound like gunshots, it was more of a popping sound), but Bakugou’s body swayed, and he caught himself on a chair, breathing hard. Kirishima ran to him, his skin hardened to deflect any darts, and he held Bakugou up, wrapping an arm around his torso as Bakugou’s head lolled to the side. Bakugou’s limbs felt like they were filling with lead, and he desperately tried to cling to consciousness.
All around them, their classmates dropped to the floor, until it was just Kirishima and Bakugou still standing. Kirishima backed away from the woman, searching for an escape route. Bakugou heard Kirishima roar at the woman, but it sounded far away, like a voice speaking underwater. Bakugou’s vision was darkening, but not before he saw the woman lunge, and stab Kirishima with a dart. For a moment, nothing happened.
A sudden drop startled Bakugou’s closed eyes to open, and he saw Kirishima slumped over him, eyes closed, unmoving. The drop must have been from the redhead being unable to lift him.
Bakugou could barely move the muscles in his jaw. “K-kiri…” he slurred, his arms twitching as he tried to move them, to help his friend.
Bakugou’s body wouldn’t obey him, and he could only watch as the woman stood over them, lifting Kirishima’s arm and inspecting the puncture wound. She let it drop, and it fell over Bakugou’s waist. The woman glanced at him, and a look of confusion crossed her face.
“You’re supposed to be unconscious. I admire your resolve.” She said, seeming impressed.
Bakugou twisted his face as best he could into a snarl. He fucking hated her.
“F..fuck y-you…” he slurred, his eyes growing hazy. The woman leaned down to him and pulled his arm up, injecting something else into his vein. Almost immediately, Bakugou was hit with another wave of lethargy, and his eyes slid closed. Just before he fell into unconsciousness, he heard the woman speak.
“Sorry for the extra dose, darling, but I need to make sure this operation runs smoothly.”
The last thing Bakugou heard were heels clicking on the wooden floor, and then he was gone.