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Sometimes, no matter how well trained or prepared, things went wrong. Todoroki Shoto knew that very well. He was far from an optimist and honestly, that had served him well enough in his life to date.
One thing that was a little alarming was that he was currently being held hostage with no way out and the group that had done this were surprisingly well organised.
His quirk was suppressed by one of theirs, his body fully restrained, and he had no options at his disposal at all.
Their leader was giving a somewhat epic monologue and Todoroki mentally praised his command of showmanship despite being an unwilling audience to it. A long and rather grizzly detailed explanation of Shoto’s soon to be cruel fate along with a very thorough description of how badly he was about to suffer before his apparently inevitable death. Honestly if he could he would clap. It was quite the vivid poetry and an excellent showcase of wordsmithing.
Still. There was one thing Shoto knew that this strangely talented man didn’t.
Shoto’s uniform had a tracker in it and, as far as he could tell, it had remained undamaged.
It wouldn’t be Izuku to find him. He had been on a well deserved holiday and honestly this entire place would have already been Detroit Smashed to shards by now if he hadn’t been. A small mercy for these merciless men.
At his best guess, these somewhat smug criminals had roughly five minutes before their victory came to an abrupt end regardless. Maybe even less depending on who got wind of Shoto’s situation first.
Shoto had just wrinkled his nose at his captor’s rancid cigarette breath, had just heard the ominous words of “and no one will ever find you” purred at him with deep hateful if not ironic conviction, when suddenly a distant ‘boom’ caught his attention unnoticed by the others. Shoto could pick out that sound even if he was half deaf in a hail storm.
“Ah.” Shoto said, a little sadly, knowing that the mercy he had thought of before would not come to pass. This was about to be far worse than whatever Izuku would have done to them.
“Ah?” The man said, gleeful and oh so sure of himself.
“Yes. I have to say, you painted a rather intricate picture of my supposed demise and I am actually rather impressed. But, unfortunately, I believe there may be a small complication to your somewhat well explained vision of my future.” Shoto said honestly. The villain didn’t seem happy at Shoto’s pity, leaning back and lip curling a little.
“Is that so. And what, pray tell, is that?” He said rolling his eyes at one of his comrades who snickered.
Shoto smiled at him, amused, but he didn’t answer. Why bother to ruin the surprise when it was so close?
Sure enough, as the villain moved back in, no doubt about to continue on his artful verbal imagery of Shoto’s bleak prospects, an explosion stronger than was probably necessary shook the entire building and made the lights flicker dark briefly.
The room took a collective inhale as their expressions went panicked and Shoto chuckled.
“‘That’ would be him.” He mused.
The villain snarled, reaching out to grab Shoto by the hair but suddenly the brick wall lost its purpose in life and came hurtling inward as Bakugou arrived on a fireball of fury and nitroglycerin.
Shoto casually kicked his legs to knock the chair he was tied to onto the ground and did what he could to manoeuvre himself out the way as the villain’s shrieks of fear were barely audible over the sound of Bakugou’s patented maniacal gremlin cackling.
“Watch out for the one with four arms, his quirk is a touch based version of Aizawa Sensei’s.” Todoroki called nonchalantly into the chaos.
Bakugou twisted like a cat away from those four arms and punished the attempt to declaw him by blowing the poor bastard right back through the hole he himself had exploded in from with barely a moment’s hesitation. It was probably quite the considerable drop given they were on the second floor.
Shoto lazily watched from the ground as Bakugou tore them all to pieces just about still on the right side of lawful violence. Just.
He was also an artist of sorts, albeit a horrendously barbarous one. Shoto hadn’t ever seen someone dodge a fist at point blank range whilst also somehow kicking their attacker square in the dick with steel toed boots quite like Bakugou managed it. Vindictive and vicious but weirdly graceful in his motions. Anyone who could manoeuvre through explosive force like that had more than enough control of their entire body to inflict savagery with pin point precision. It made for an oddly beautiful juxtaposition. Pure gymnastic athleticism alongside unrivalled spiteful brutality.
Shoto had always loved how Bakugou fought, even if he himself was often on the receiving end of it.
Regardless, the fight was over almost as quickly as it started and as Shoto’s once captors, now victims, either wailed through their missing teeth or lay out cold on the stone floor, two molten red eyes snapped onto Shoto like a vengeful panther.
“You seriously just laying your ass down there like a goddamn Princess? As if you got caught by this pathetic fucking worm.” He spat at him, clearly less than pleased as he kicked Shoto’s smelly breathed assailant in the jaw to knock him out.
“Apparently so. He was telling me a rather imaginative story before you interrupted him. It’s almost a little sad. He had such plans for me.” Shoto said casually, remaining still as Bakugou stomped over and hauled him and his chair back upright, plopping him down and folding those oh so oversized muscled arms across his chest.
He was scowling, but Shoto could see the relief hidden behind all that rage and smiled at him.
“Since I’m a Princess being rescued, does that make you my Prince Charming?” He asked.
Bakugou’s lips twitched upward just a tiny bit.
“You’d fucking like that wouldn’t you, you piece of trash.” He sneered but unfolded his arms and moved to sit right on Shoto’s lap, bracketing his hips with his giant thighs.
“There are definitely worse things.” Shoto mused as Bakugou laughed and spread himself over Shoto’s body entirely deliberately as his hands moved around the chair, tiny explosions making light work of Shoto’s restraints.
“So what was it? Acid? Throwing you in the ocean?” He said conversationally as he pretended not to grind his weight down over Shoto’s crotch. Violence always made Katsuki vaguely horny, Shoto rarely had complaints about it though.
“Oh, something about chopping me up into teeny tiny little pieces so that no one would ever find me again.” Shoto said rolling his shoulders as he got some motion back.
“Pfft, imaginative my ass. And dumb as shit. If they wanted no one to find you then they probably should have started with this.” He scoffed as his hand grabbed at the collar of Shoto’s suit and tugged at the tracker.
Shoto chuckled.
“I never said he was smart, just very good at telling a story.” He said before tapping at Bakugou’s hips to urge him off. “Come on. I assume the police are on their way.”
“Yeah. Next time, at least try to not let them kidnap you, you dick. I was actually concerned for a few minutes.” He said as he stood up, pushing Shoto just enough that the chair tipped and teetered so he squawked in panic.
Bakugou smirked and held out his hand as Shoto got to his feet with a mild scowl.
“Come on Princess, this way.” He jeered, leading him away and standing on one of the villains with malicious intention as he did so.
Shoto just chuckled and let himself be escorted like the Princess he apparently was. He could get used to that.