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After a while, he woke up once again. He didn’t know how long he was unconscious. He checked his restraints, just to see himself even more restrained. He was also in a different outfit. A normal white tee with black, tight shorts. Different from his normal black, skull imprint tee and black trackies.
Who changed me? He thought. He was also trying to imagine who would be the most likely to change him.
Psycho Blonde? No, if she changed him, he would also have cuts all around him.
Bipolar Deadpool Reject? No, if he changed his clothes. He would have woken up from the disturbances.
The Buff Woman? Nah. Just no. She doesn’t look like she would even touch him.
Chapless Mouth Guy? Possibly, but that Shigaraki wouldn’t be likely to touch him.
Patchwork? Katsuki really wanted it to be him. Sadly. God, since when he was a fucking dumbass simp? Oh well, he did smell a bit of smoke on his body anyways.
“Oh. You’re awake. How was the nap?” The familiar raspy voice resounded out, straight to his eardrums.
Katsuki unconsciously straightened his back the best he could. If he actually had his own train of thought before he was kidnapped, his old self would have grimaced. He quickly looked around his surroundings. He was in the middle of a very plain room. Well no. He was the only thing in the goddamn room, other than grime, dust and some rats scurrying around.
He quickly tried to bite an insult to the patchwork idiot in front of him. Well, he couldn’t be able to do that. He tried to get sound out of his throat, but he just ended up coughing silently. What was in his throat? It must be some kind of illegal drug that they picked up from the ground. Katsuki’s a very studious person, even when he doesn’t look like it, so he knows all kinds of drugs for his future hero work.
“You finally feeling it? Yep, that’s some kind of drug. Don’t what it is. But we usually give it to hostages when we need them to shut up. Oh right. You can’t speak. We’re just keeping you here, until we can trust you. So, uh. Open your mouth.”
Blood rushed up to his ears. Yes, he blushes by his ears. He quickly opened his mouth, feeling his saliva drying up. Dabi gently held his chin with right hand, to further open it up and delicately poured cold water in Katsuki’s mouth. Dabi quickly pulled back both his hands. Katsuki savoured the tasteful water. Just in case Patchwork wouldn’t be generous next time.
“Woah, careful. I’ll give you more water. Food’ll came later. Let me think. Oh yeah. The crusty, little motherfucker will come later to ask you. And word of advice,” Dabi leaned closer and bent down, pretending to tighten one of Katsuki’s restraints. Instead, he was surprisingly loosening them. “When the boss says you’ll join, join. Wait, do you know sign?”
Katsuki quickly nodded the best he could.
“So, sign, ‘Maybe, but I won’t do anything villain-y. I’ll just be neutral’ Got it? He’ll be fine with that response.” Dabi breathed out.
Katsuki looked at him with confusion. What? He has to sign that?
“Just deal with it sport.” Dabi then stood up, brushed off soot of his knees and legs. After, he walked out and quickly shot Katsuki a rare sympathetic look and walked out.
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Katsuki fell in and out of sleep. Dabi had seemingly always popped in and out of his cell occasionally. Even though he didn’t look like it, Katsuki really did enjoy the slight moments of Dabi’s familiar, half alive and half-baked face. But honestly, he really did think that his living conditions did get worser.
One, he was transferred into a new holding room. The room was way worse than his former one. With even more grime, dust and mold around him. The chair he was previously sitting on also was replaced. Well, kind of. He didn’t even get a chair. His arms were just chained to some kind of box lodged on the side of the cell.
When he did wake up. Fully functioning. He was greeted to the sight of the one and only, Tomura Shigaraki poking his head more than about dozens of times. It was so fucking annoying.
Again, Katsuki tried to cough up some words. Wait- Oh right. The stupid, idiotic, fucking piece of shits in the League of Villains had drugged him to not speak. He slowly reached his hand up to get Shigaraki’s attention, and to sign. And again, if he was rescued, he wouldn’t dare tell a soul about it. His hands, fucking hurt. They stung, they quaked and overall, if he didn’t train for these types of situations, his hands would have been shot.
“You awake? O’ Great Katsuki Bakugou? Are you now, willing to join, after all of this suffering you have faced?” Shigaraki drawled. Katsuki really wanted to fire an AP Shot straight to the crusty bastard’s face. Instead, he just signalled and signed.
‘Maybe, but I won’t do anything villain-y. I’ll just be neutral’ This was the moment of truth. If Dabi was right, Katsuki would be scot-free, and his chances of escaping the shithole would get even better. If Dabi had lied, well. Katsuki would get decayed right there and then.
Shigaraki paused. Looking at Katsuki in such an unreadable way, the amount of sweat Katsuki accumulated was the same as how much he accumulated when he out his hand in that one steaming barrel in camp.
“...fine. If that’s how you want it. But. If you try to escape,” Shigaraki grabbed Katsuki’s head with only four of his fingers, the fifth one getting dangerously close to Katsuki’s scalp. His other hand grabbed Katsuki’s throat, again, leaving the Pinky finger away. “Well, I guess. I shouldn’t describe it, yet. It would surely ruin the surprise.”
Shigaraki quickly tugged back both of his hands, and quickly stepped out of the small cell that held Katsuki. Bakugou could quickly here the motherfucker’s fading footsteps. Indicating Shigaraki was gone out of earshot. Accompanying the faint footsteps was a high-pitched voice. Presumably the stabby girl. Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared out of the corner of the outside of his cell.
“See, I told you it wouldn’t be that bad.”