@halftm said : 💦!!!!!!!!!!!!! / accepting !
it’s hard to breath, chest seizing as he leans back against the wall of an alley. this wasn’t even a real situation where they needed to save people, a fake one made by the teachers at ground beta. all the sounds, screams echo off the walls around him, making him cover his ears. crouching down, eyes squeeze shut. what the hell is wrong with him? why is this happening? all his senses assaulted, the smell of something burning, the sounds of chaos, he could taste blood on his touch, feel the grime underneath his fingertips of sweat and dirt. his mind is trying to process it all in a matter of a few moments but it hurts, unable to do anything but hope that nobody finds him.
suddenly, one of his arms is being grabbed at, hauled onto his feet and being dragged, with eyes wide he looks back but doesn’t recognize who it is. breathing comes in and out faster, struggling against their hold in attempt to break free.
in panicked movements, feet dig into the ground to make it harder, one of his hands pointing back to shoot an explosion at whoever it is. wait.. why didn’t it go off. cool metal locks around his wrists, tightened to much, digging into his skin painfully. “wait-----” voice unstable, he sounds not like the bakugo everyone knew, hardened, agitated, loud. no, this was something else altogether. fear creeps in rapidly, it all reminding him too much of when he was kidnapped by the league of villains. his mind makes him fight, struggling, feeling the metal cut even deeper into his skin. even as sweat slicks his palms there’s no spark, nothing to defend himself from.
“s-stop it-----” swallowing thickly, his panicked mind can barely keep track of anything happening, not even as they’ve finally stopped and he’s hauled into a room, pushed down onto his back and the door is closed, encasing him in complete darkness. bakugo simply lays there for a second, mind catching up before he’s scrambling onto his knees and feet with little ease, pressing into the door before slamming into it. “let me out! d-don’t do this to me-----” swallowing thickly, eyes squeeze shut, eyes well behind closed lids to only fall as he opens his eyes. he can feel himself shaking, knees weak as he stands there, a sob echoing in the room that only he was in. “get me out of here! i can’t, i c-can’t... i can’t be alone again!”
it would eventually befall bakugo that nobody was coming, pure silence besides the sounds of his own sniffling, sobbing and wiggling of cuffs was his sentence in this dark room. old memories of his kidnapping haunting his every second within there, remembering being locked up, chained like some dog as the villains tried to convince him to join them. but what not everyone knew was some of the methods used to attempt to break down bakugo. torture, he had scars from it that nobody knew of. he remembers the feeling of the hot blaze of fire against his skin, poked and proded with needles, mocked. so much had happened in such a short span of time that even now, he can feel those phantom hands on him, the taunting voices, threatening to hurt everyone he knew and cared for.
cheeks still wet with tears, hot ones roll down his cheeks, lip bitten badly from trying to supress his own sobs and sounds of distress. his arms hurt, placed behind him, wrists undoubtedly bleeding from all his struggling if the moisture was anything to go by that dripped down his hands.
faintly yet distinctly, he can hear footsteps, hurried as they approach where ever he was. there’s some rattling before the door is opened. watery eyes squeeze shut as he winces, looking away from the light. he can hear the call of his name faintly, a voice in which he could never forget. todoroki. tiredly, he looks at the other as they approach him, unable to hide, even if he wanted to. but it all comes out. the dam breaking finally.
“let m-m-me out, please! i can’t.. i can’t d-do this.. i-i-i’m sc-cared-----” hiccuping, he cries openly, head hitting back against the wall he sits against, once more struggling against those cuffs. “i ca-an’t go back, todoroki. i’m s-so fucking sca-scared!” sobbing, he leans forward, head hung low as tears drop to the cement floor below him, shaking uncontrollably, breathing too fast, near hyperventilating. he’s broken, mentally defeated as he cries, hiccuping ensuing as he tries to speak but can’t.
traumatized. nobody knew of the things that tore bakugo apart behind the scenes, too many things piled on one another. and todoroki had to be the one to find him in this state.