𝑻𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚 𝑻𝒘𝒐

                                    

                                          
On Sunday, Yoruko practically skips the entire way to the bar in Kamino.
                          
"For once Kurogiri's actually going to be happy with me," she says as her excuse for doing so.
                          
"You know, he only gets mad at you for stupid crap," you tell her, "like talking to heroes."
                          
"Excuse me but did you forget about the whole Bakugou incident? You'd get scolded for that, too," she teases.
                          
You laugh sarcastically, "I admit that was a mistake, but I think I've already learned my lesson."
                          
"Poor Y/N," Yoruko hums, "You're usually a good liar, but not when it comes to me."
                          
Yoruko turns and smiles at you as she reaches the building.
                          
"Whatever," you sigh as you walk past and open the door.
                          
You watch as Yoruko runs over to Kurogiri and Shigaraki. You begin to do the same, but stop half way when you see Bakugou in the middle of the room, tied in the same spot as you left him two days ago.
                          
You walk over to him and kneel down, doing your best to ignore Yoruko's nagging words in the back of your head "You're so soft for him".
                          
Bakugou doesn't move no matter how close you get to him, his face hanging down tiredly. You lift your hand to his jaw, grabbing hold of it and moving it to get a better look at his face.
                          
He hisses as he feels his face being forced to move, however, he doesn't put up much of a fight after realizing it's only you.
                          
Ignoring his temperament, you're more concerned about the bruises and dried blood all over his face causing it to look rougher than usual. 
                          
"What the hell," you whisper to yourself, "Are you okay?"
                          
However, Bakugou can only stare back at you seeing as his face is once again covered with tape. You look over at Yoruko who's talking to Shigaraki and Kurogiri.
                          
Is she distracting them on purpose?
                          
Bakugou yanks his jaw out of your hand, causing you to turn your attention back to him. You observe his movements and once again glance down at the tape covering his face.
                          
"Please be quiet," you say softly as you reach towards his face for the second time.
                          
Bakugou lets out more mumbles, almost sounding as if he's trying to curse you out under his breath.
                          
Once you remove the tape, those previous mumbles fade into a deep breath. As Bakugou's face darkens and looks as though he's about to yell, you immediately cover his mouth.
                          
"You're such an idiot," you whisper to him, "If you yell we'll both be in trouble, okay? And they already found out that I've been hanging out with villains so please don't make this worse for me."
                          
Bakugou groans, but his posture begins to relax a bit. You remove your hand cautiously, waiting for him to show another sign of yelling, but it never comes.
                          
"How're you doing?" you ask him as you begin to re-examine those somewhat new bruises and cuts on his face.
                          
"I'm going to kill every single villain here," he says quietly, yet angrily.
                          
You let out a soft smile, of course that'd be the first thing he'd say. You then glance over at Yoruko once more before looking down.
                          
"Look, I'm going to be honest. There's nothing that I can do to help you, I'm sorry," you sigh.
                          
"The hell's wrong with you? If you don't like doing what he tells you why are you even in their stupid league?" Bakugou sharply whispers back.
                          
"It's not like that," you try to refute.
                          
"Don't play dumb, I can see through your shitty lies now. Besides, I can see it in your face, you don't trust him at all, do you?"
                          
After all this time, now he can finally see through me?
                          
"Heroes are useless," you snap at him, "all they do is use their quirks to control others."

                          
"The fuck are you going on about?" He begins to get louder, "I'm beginning to think that what you said the other day wasn't exactly a lie-"
                          
You cut him off, placing the strip of tape over his mouth again.
                          
"Sorry," you say worriedly, "but you're getting too loud. And you're not listening. Those who call themselves heroes shouldn't get to pick and choose who they save or pay attention to, but here you are doing just that. You sure are a hero, Katsuki Bakugou."
                          
You don't grace him with a second glance as you stand up. Making your way over to Shigaraki and the others you can feel his glare burning into your back, but you don't dare turn around.
                          
Now involving yourself in the villains' conversation, Shigaraki begins explaining to you that on the day of the heroes' meeting, you and Yoruko are going to gas the place with something that he's been working on.
                          
"Then our lovely friend over there," he nods to Bakugou, "will kindly set off his quirk alongside the flammable gas, proving heroes are a danger to society and killing them all at the same time without any hopes of rebuilding a new system." 
                          
How does he expect Bakugou to play into that? He's not going to just do what they tell him to,
                          
Hearing Bakugou's muffled screams causes you to look over. You see him violently thrashing in the chair, struggling more than you've ever seen so far. 
                          
Shigaraki's wrong. Bakugou's not a danger to society... at least not usually. Mina, Jirou, and the others definitely aren't.
                          
You look down at your feet, Bakugou was right as much as you hated to admit it, you don't like this at all.