HOWEVER

I see a lot of Katsuki as the person in power/influence so I decide to Uno-Reverse this and put him in the damsel in distress seat. 

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“I’m not going to ask you again,” Your voice didn’t have malice to it, but the usual jest in your tone was replaced with something more dark and ominous. You didn’t like to act this way, but this was Bakugou, and you were fucking queen damnit. And here was your captive standing before you with his usually gorgeous face marred with a large bruise to the cheek and a split lip.

The warrior responded to you tone with a defiant huff, his arms crossing over his bare chest. He attempted to lift his chin up at you, his nonverbal cue for ‘ you may be the queen but I dont take orders from you’, but the wince of pain that graced his face all but stopped him.

“It ain’t your business, your majesty.” 

You stepped forward, “You’re in my kingdom, under my house, and you are my captive. Everything that is your business, is my business. So, I’ll ask again. Who did this?” 

Bakugou had all the cards against him. You were right, he was your captive (albeit by a simple mistake, a robbery gone wrong), and he was in your kingdom, but that doesn’t mean he has to play by your rules. After all, he’s gotten this far without too much trouble. Save for the split lip and all that.

As you continued your approach closer to the blond your eyes caught on a particular mark on Bakugou’s face. Tenderly (but with enough force to say ‘stop resisting’), you hands worked around his jaw to lean in close, inspecting the small insignia that imbedded itself into his cheek. 

“Hm, there’s only one person I know who wears rings with that marking.” You concluded before letting him go, not noticing the flush of red that was now receding from Bakugou’s face. “Stay here.” You ordered before leaving the room.

Hours later Bakugou was awoken to your return, the sound of metal clanging against the wooden table next to his bed. 

“The hell is all this?” He asked lazily, his brain still waking from slumber.

“Chisaki was always so...elaborate with his jewels. The coat, the mask, I always found it so overtly opulent. Either way, he doesn’t seem to have need for these anymore, so I figured they’d be better off in your possession.” 

Despite your stoic appearance, Bakugou could see the glimmer of pride in your eyes as you spoke. The droplets of blood that coated the rings didn’t go unnoticed either. “What did you do?” He asked.

You smiled while glancing over at him, “How lucky for him though. The last thing his hands ever touched was your beautiful face. Despite his circumstance, he should find comfort in that.”