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“Kacchan, come in. Do you copy?”

“Damn it, Deku, what have I told you about calling me that stupid-ass nickname?” Katsuki growled out into his comm piece. 

“So glad you could join us, Bakugou,” Jirou quipped, and he knew if he could see her face, there would be a sly smirk.

“Bite me, Lobes.” It had been his day off, so the team could shove it. 

“Be nice to Jirou, Bakugou!” Iida’s annoying-ass voice came through the comm next. 

“One more stupid comment from anyone, and I’m leaving. Yes, that includes you, Icy-Hot.” Thankfully there was static on the other end, meaning that stupid Todoroki had heeded the warning. “What do you all want? I could still be sleeping.” 

“We were given intel that Ketsubutsu is planning a raid on the Eastern dock for supplies. We’re going to need all hands on deck if we plan on beating them. Though, I’m not sure how reliable this information is…”

“Deku, quit yer rambling.” A heist, huh? Well that certainly was something that got him awake and his blood pumping. “Give me the coordinates and the rendezvous time and I will meet you all there.” He cut the comms after that, a manic grin crossing his face. Things were about to be fun.

***

Katsuki arrived at the rendezvous point early, giving himself a chance to scope out the area and see where the best place to netrun would be. His bike sat a few kilometers away, parked discreetly yet easily accessible if it came time to run. He adjusted his augmented arm, ready to use its firepower if necessary, but hoping it wouldn’t come to that. 

Slowly the others filtered in; Jirou made her appearance but quickly disappeared amongst the trees. Four-Eyes and Icy-Hot rolled in together, more than likely in their armored tank of a van, which meant that Deku was behind doing surveillance and hacking into the mainframe of the warehouse they were gathered around. 

“Does everybody copy?” came Deku, and the choruses of “yeses” were enough to make Katsuki’s blood boil. He was ready for action, damn it. 

“Toshinori-sensei said this should be straightforward—the supplies are in the warehouse. All we need to do is make a hole, extract them, and use minimal force. Understood, Bakugou?” Iida commanded to everyone via comms, and Katsuki bared his teeth. 

“You hear anything, Lobes?” 

“There’s activity inside the warehouse on the dock, but I can’t discern much more than that.”

“What about eyes, Nerd?” 

“I see a couple of armed guards outside, but I cannot tell if it’s Ketsubutsu already here, or the government.” Both options were shitty, but they could at least be fun. 

“Iida and I will secure the perimeter. Jirou, you be our ears. Midoriya, you be our eyes.” As much as Katsuki hated to hear Todoroki give orders, this was the most logical solution. 

“Sounds like that leaves me going in to do the dirty work. Just how I like it.” 

“Be careful, Kacchan. Something seems fishy about this from the get-go.”

“You’re just being paranoid, Nerd. This should be a piece of cake. Now, let’s get this shit on the road.”

Iida and Todoroki made quick work of the guards outside, which alerted others that were lurking around the dock. The two gunmen lured the rest of the crowd away, much to Katsuki’s delight. 

He ignored the squawks of protest from Deku as he charged into the warehouse, ready for anything. Or so he thought. A large explosion caught him unaware, the smoke stinging his eyes and causing him to be temporarily blinded in both his augmented eye and his natural one. 

He went rigid as electricity coursed through his veins—the taser that hit him was enough to bring him to the bring of unconsciousness. As he collapsed to the floor, he saw thick-soled boots approaching him and his final thought before the darkness took over was “What did I get myself into?”

***

The room was dark when Katsuki came to, groaning groggily and feeling off-kilter. A quick survey of himself found that he was tied to a chair—classic—and his arm had been detached at some point. Great. Just what he fucking needed. That was a bitch to get after the last heist gone wrong. 

“Oh! You’re awake! Awesome.” The voice definitely belonged to a woman, and once his eyes adjusted, he took in pink. Pink skin. Pink hair. And was that a pink and green leotard? Holy shit his eyes were hurting just from staring at her. Or, that could be the potential concussion he had going on talking.

“Better let Boss Man know you’re alive and kickin’ for the day.” She ushered herself out of the room with gusto, and Katsuki found himself more confused than he originally was. Who the hell was Pinky, and who was her boss? Where was he even? And why were his comms jammed?

He scoped out the room, and found himself coming up short on things to be observing. There was a small basin in the corner, which Katsuki assumed was his toilet, and that was about it. 

Before he could even come up with a plan to see how he could get himself out of this situation, he heard loud footfalls approaching. Straightening himself up, he tried to appear menacing and not all like he was concussed and out of his element as the door swung open and a mountain of a man entered the room. 

‘Oh holy fuck’ was all he could think as he took in the long red hair, the crimson eyes, and the serrated grin. It was Blood Riot, in the flesh. For years, he had been on his tail, trying to find him but always being bested at the last minute. And now, here he was, standing in front of Katsuki while he was prisoner to the man. Ironically poetic, in a way. 

“Glad to see my little treasure is awake.” The red-headed man looked at him like he was a savory snack, which, for all Katsuki knew, that was the case. 

But damn, was it nice for their cat and mouse game to finally come to an end, even if Katsuki had anticipated being the cat in this instance. Years of near-misses and parting gifts left for one another crescendoed into this fateful meeting. With carmine and garnet locked in an intense stare down. 

“Cat got your tongue, beautiful?” Oh, screw this bastard—he knew exactly how to get under Katsuki’s skin already. 

“Just don’t have anything to say that will get through the rocks for brains that you have.” 

“Tsk tsk tsk. Is that any way to talk to your savior?” Savior?  

“Oi! What the hell do you mean by that?” Katsuki was anything but daft, so for Blood Riot to be making such a bold statement had him faltering. Was there something he missed?

“Soon enough, you will see.” The promise was sealed with a shit-eating grin before Katsuki was left to his own devices once again. 

***

Days passed in the same fashion—wake up to yet another one of Blood Riot’s lackeys in the room watching him, being hand-fed piss-poor dehydrated foods since gods forbid he be allowed to use his own hands, and ending with Blood Riot himself entering the seclusion cell, that awful smirk crossing his face every time. 

“How’s my precious doing today?” he asked, sitting on the floor across from Katsuki. 

“Just fuckin’ peachy, you asshole.” He had to deal with Sparky today, and gods does that man wear on his soul and every nerve. 

“Tsk tsk, Katsuki. You should be more grateful, you know?” There was a pout on the other man’s lips, and for some odd reason, all Katsuki wanted to do was kiss it away. 

“For what? Kidnapping me? As if!” he snarked instead, trying to fight off the blush that was threatening to give him away.

“You've been here almost a week, and there's been neither hide nor hair of any of your colleagues. Don't you find that a bit odd?” That gave Katsuki pause. Sure, he could be a dick, but at least Deku would come searching for him—right? 

“What are you saying?”

“I told you—I'm your savior, Katsuki. A crew that would just part ways with you isn't a crew you want to be a part of. Believe me.” There was something in his eyes that made Katsuki really want to believe him, but he was still skeptical. 

“Why should I trust you?” 

“Because I wouldn't lie to you, Katsuki.” And for some gods-forsaken reason, Katsuki found himself actually believing him.

***

It wasn't long after their little heart-to-heart that Katsuki was allowed to be untied. Still not allowed to have his augmented arm, but it was a start. 

Sparky was his babysitter again—oh joy—but the one good thing about it was that it was intel gathering time for Katsuki. 

“The warehouse attack—was it really conducted by Ketsubutsu, or was it just a ploy?” Katsuki asked casually while eating. His food had even improved since he was in Blood's good graces. The blond seemed to mull this over while he played with a deck of cards before deciding on his answer. 

“That’s the thing. It was a ploy—at first. Hanta gave out false intel in a transmission to you guys. But while we were there prepping, others showed up. And it wasn’t Ketsubutsu, like we originally thought might have intercepted the message.”

“If it wasn’t them, then who was it?” Katsuki had a sinking feeling at this point. 

“We aren’t 100 percent sure, but we think it was The League. Thought I saw Shigaraki’s crusty ass lurking about.” Well fuck. That might explain why no one had attempted to reach out to Katsuki—The League was bad news on a good day. 

“I want to see Blood Riot,” Katsuki demanded, which gave the Spark Plug pause. He didn’t care, though; he needed to make sure his crew was safe, and he was the only one he could trust to do that. There must have been a crazed look to his eye, because the other man did one more once over, then tapped his comm, asking for the boss to enter the room. 

A few minutes later, his cell door opened, and in entered Blood, looking both confused and concerned. Sparky took his leave of the room, leaving just the two of them locked in an intense staredown. 

“You asked for me, Treasure?” There was a weird sort of hope that was in his eyes, one that made Katsuki feel warm inside, but he couldn’t focus on that right now. 

“My crew—are they alright? Dunce Face told me that The League was involved in the raid. I’ve got to know that they’re okay.” Katsuki sounded like a broken man, and damn well felt like one. 

“Damn it, Kaminari,” Blood closed his eyes and swore under his breath. When he opened them, there was a pity that Katsuki didn’t like seeing crossing his features. 

“I’m not sure, to be completely honest with you. Shinsou and Sero have been doing recon, but they’ve not been able to get a ping on them. I’m hoping that your crew is just really good at covering their traces and it’s not the worst-case scenario.” 

Katsuki felt a hollowness filling his chest at Blood’s words. As annoying as they were, they were still his family. He needed to know they were okay. 

“Please, let me use my comm. I need to check on them.” He wasn’t above begging at this point. Blood Riot looked wary, but there must have been something in his face that made him reconsider, given the long sigh he exhaled. 

“Kaminari, drop the jammer on Bakugou’s comm,” he said, speaking into his own piece before looking at Katsuki. “Please don’t make me regret this, Treasure. You have five minutes.” A static that Katsuki hadn’t realized he missed filled his ears, and he knew just who to contact. 

“Deku, come in Deku.” He hoped that the nerd could, no would answer. 

“Kacchan?! Is that you?” The breath of relief that escaped Katsuki was one that he would never forget. 

“Are you okay?”

“Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that? You’ve been gone for a week with no trace of you. And now you just appear. Does Blood Riot have you? Are you hurt?” 

“Deku, please,” Katsuki said, cutting off Midoriya’s rambling questioning. “I’m fine. Yes, he has me, but no, I’m not going to tell you where we are.” At this, Blood’s eyebrow quirked up, and Katsuki fought a blush. “Just tell me that the crew is okay.” There was a prolonged silence that Katsuki didn’t like. 

“We’re fine, but All Might isn’t. When the raid happened, there was also a secondary raid at Yuuei. Kacchan, he’s in a coma. And it’s All For One’s fault.” Katsuki felt numb at this—All Might was their tutor, helping raise the two of them after they ran away from their respective homes to pursue netrunning. To hear that he was injured made Katsuki want to run away from Blood. Almost. 

“What did the League even want so bad that they would attack us?” Katsuki knew that he was coming upon the time limit, but he had to know. 

“You, Katsuki. Shigaraki was pissed to find out you had been nabbed by Riot and his crew.”

“Me?! What are you even talking about?”

“You’re a prodigy in netrunning. All For One figured he could convert you to their side because of your ‘violent nature.’” Katsuki felt sick. His crew was in danger—All Might was hurt—all because of him. 

“Who is running Yuuei then, now that All Might is out of commission?” He had a sinking feeling he knew what the answer was, but he was hopeful he was wrong. 

“Endeavor has taken over, much to Todoroki’s chagrin.” Fuck. Endeavor was never a fan of Katsuki, and he couldn't take the chance of going back and putting them in even more danger. He had to do something to protect them. 

“Midoriya, I want you to listen carefully. Don’t speak of our conversation to anyone. As of today, I’m defecting from Yuuei to join Blood Riot’s crew. You’re the only one who will have access to my comms, so only contact me if it’s an emergency. And please, stay safe out there.” He was met with silence instead of protests like he imagined would happen. 

“Please be safe, Katsuki.” 

“You too, nerd.” His comms were cut, and he sat there defeated. He looked up at Riot, who looked back at him with a mixture of heartbreak and hopefulness across his features. 

“Do you really mean it? You’re joining my crew?” 

“Yeah, I really mean it. I have nowhere else to go. I trust no one else, either.”

“You trust me?” The question gave Katsuki pause. Did he actually trust this man, or was it part of being his prisoner? The more he mulled it over, the more he realized that he really did trust him. Riot didn’t have to let him contact Deku. He didn’t have to improve his imprisonment conditions. And he sure as hell didn’t have to let him join his crew. 

“I do, Red. I really do.” Katsuki felt himself being drawn into the man’s very presence. He lifted himself from the seat and stepped toward him, his resolve firming with each step. 

“I’m glad you trust me, My Treasure.” The look in Riot’s eyes fueled the desire that was starting to engulf Katsuki. As soon as he was toe to toe with the bigger man, he reached up, cupping the back of his neck and pulling him down for a kiss. 

Katsuki knew that this was foolish and fast, but as their lips moved against one another’s, he found himself not giving a flying fuck. Riot’s hands encircled his hips, pulling him closer, and Katsuki knew what was coming next, and he found himself looking forward to it. 

“Come, My Treasure. Let’s go to my room.”

“Whatever you say, Riot.”

“Please, call me Eijirou.” The soft smile on his face was mirrored by the bashful one on Katsuki’s as he found himself taken from the seclusion cell to Riot—no, Eijirou’s room. As the door shut behind them, Katsuki knew he was ready for whatever was to come. 

***

The next morning found Katsuki yawning loudly and stretching, popping his joints. There was a dull ache in his body, but nothing unpleasant or foreign to him. Eijirou was still sleeping, his body a furnace. There were a few things that he thought of that he could do to wake the larger man up, but he settled on kissing him once and nudging him awake. 

“Mornin’ Ei,” he whispered as the other man woke up, blinking at him like he was seeing the sun for the first time. 

“Good morning, My Treasure.” He pulled Katsuki down for a longer kiss, and Katsuki had to pull away before he found himself distracted too much and wanting to do nothing but stay in bed with his lover. He needed to integrate himself into the crew, and that wouldn’t happen from where they currently were. 

“I guess we should probably get you up and showered,” Eijirou stated, as if he was able to read Katsuki’s mind. They left the room for the bathroom, where hands ended up wandering more than they should, keeping them in there for far longer than Katsuki anticipated. 

Once they were both dressed, Katsuki followed Eijirou to the common area, where the rest of the crew were seated about. 

“Katsuki, meet your new colleagues officially. This is Ashido Mina,” he said, pointing to the pink nightmare, who grinned at him slyly. “Over there is Hitoshi Shinsou and Kaminari Denki.” Kaminari was seated on Shinsou’s lap, who looked exhausted to be alive. “And this is Sero Hanta.” The tall man threw him a wave. 

“Everyone, this is Bakugou Katsuki. He’s joining our crew officially.”

“Finally! Does that mean we can finally get out of this town? My skin has been crawling since we’ve been here, especially with Shigaraki and co lurking about,” Kaminari asked, and Katsuki wondered where they would go if they didn’t stick around Mustafu. 

“I think that’s a great idea. We need to get Katsuki off The League’s radar anyway. Sero?” 

“Gotcha, Boss.” Sero replied, leaving the room, which confused Katsuki to no end. 

“Okay everyone, pack up. We will be rolling out in 30.” Everyone dispersed quickly, leaving just Katsuki and Eijirou in the common area. 

“Isn’t this your hideout? Why are we abandoning it?” Katsuki asked as he followed Eijirou, who had started toward his room. 

“This place? No, it’s just a temporary stakeout point. You’ll see where home is soon enough, Treasure.” Katsuki was even more confused at that, but decided to just roll with the punches. Speaking of punches…

“When do I get my arm back?” 

“Oh, I forgot we still had that. Hold on.” He tapped his comm, asking Mina to bring the augmentation to the back door of the warehouse they were in. 

They all met up at the back door a few minutes later, Mina handing him his arm. Katsuki was reattaching his arm as the hangar door opened, unveiling a gigantic hovership. Katsuki felt his jaw drop to the ground—how did he never see this in the years they chased one another?