#vivixxi

@vivixxi hell yes i like the way you think

he’s not really asleep in that marble compression, but he’s not quite awake either. it’s fuzzy memories of things that he can catch snapshots of, but when he’s full aware of where he is, he’s alone in a room, strapped down with leather and chains to keep him in place. it looks like some kind of dusty old bar — dim lights hum from the ceiling, barely flickering enough for him to make anything out. and he’s isolated — where were those bastards? if he could figure out a way to get his hands out of this metal they’d all be dead —

the door opens behind him, and his whole body tenses, trying to turn as much as he can with limited movement to see who it was — but he just can’t quite see them, and instead has to just listen to approaching footsteps until an all-too familiar voice breaks the silent tension between them.

‘ wow, they really tied you up tight, kaachan. ‘

bakugou’s eyes widen, his heart sinking from his chest to his gut. and for a moment he can’t move, frozen in the anger and fear that course over him. he’s never been afraid of deku; but there’s something different now. something about being captured and restrained in a foreign place, about losing his fight with villains in the woods, that made his blood run cold.

‘ deku — what the hell are you doing here? ‘ he snarls, and like usual hides any emotion other than anger and disgust when presented with the boy he would have once considered a friend. but there’s nothing amiable between them now.

and there’s a harsh, high pitched laugh. it nearly comes across as hysterical before it stops abruptly, leaving the room in that ringing quiet for a moment as he steps around the chair bakugou is strapped to, standing directly in front of him now. there’s something different in emerald eyes — something sinister, something manic. this isn’t the deku that he’d grown up with.

‘ you’re not stupid, kaachan, don’t start acting like it now. i’m the reason you made it here at all! ‘ his words come out nearly sing-song and it makes bakugou’s stomach churn with disgust, red eyes narrowing as anger seers through his veins. it’s been deku this whole time, and he didn’t know? ‘ shigaraki will explain the details to you, of course, but don’t let him take all the credit for my idea! ‘ deku takes a seat at the bar now, not once taking his eyes off bakugou, drinking up every expression of horror, disbelief, and anger that flickers on those angled features.

‘ i figured the violence would appeal to you, and that’s what i told shigaraki, but honestly i doubt you’ll wanna join up like he thinks. you love all might too much — you want the glory of being a hero too much. i just wanted them to take you here because i wanted to see you scared, kaachan! ‘ that high pitched laugh again, his big eyes already flickering with a sadistic kind of enjoyment of the situation. ‘ i want to see you afraid like you always made me when we were younger! like you used to make me because i was weak and quirkless and all i wanted was to be your friend, and all you could do was make me feel like garbage. so now it’s your turn. i think that’s fair, don’t you? ‘

bakugou is just staring at him — too horrified to really respond. he hadn’t considered that school ground bullying could lead deku to become something like this. something that was such a juxtaposition of the kids they’d been growing up. footsteps in the hallway break midoriya from his rambling, and he looks up before hopping off the chair. the steps are getting louder — someone is coming.

‘ get me out of here, you bastard —! ‘ bakugou finally breaks out of his stunned silence to growl at izuku, his chair shifting slightly as he tries hard to fight against the restraints. but izuku just laughs, walking back around the blonde until he’s out of view again.

‘ nah. i think you’re going to have some fun here for a while. i don’t know who’s coming to visit you, but it can’t be anyone very nice. ‘

god you’re cute

Rate : 8/10 Not so BASED