Bakugou bolted upright in bed in a cold sweat, starring at his dorm, now blown to smithereens. He had had another dream about the forest training camp attack, so overwhelmed by the smell of fire he could still smelt it. SHIT HE COULD STILL SMELL IT. He turned his room upside down for a flame, but this was nothing his quirk could have done. He slowly turned to glance out his window, he saw a familiar face, with a back drop of erie blue flames. The scarred man starred him intently for a moment.
"Your on the fourth floor and this building is going down soon so you might as well come with me, I assure you, as someone that's almost died in a fire before, it isn't pleasant." Dabi said, smirking. "Or I mean you could die here..I wouldn't advise it though." He said extend a hand out at Bakugou. In that moment he almost felt like Rapunzel being rescued from her tower. He had liked Disney movies as a kid, until his mother banned them. He made what was mostly likely the worst decision of his life, he took his hand. Bakugou felt himself be pulled into thin, but surprisingly strong arms. He leaned into Dabi's chest reflexly, then flinched. Dabi just smiled at him, a genuine smile, not a smirk. In that moment, he was almost..cute.
Funny thing is, Dabi was thinking the exact same thing.
After this momentary lapse in judgement however, his returned to his usual scowl, hollering out that he'd acquired the target. Then Bakugou's judgement returned to. Then he was paralyzed with fear. It was hard to remember the warm arms just about nearly cradling him where, in fact, the arms of his kidnapper however. He hadn't gotten much rest recently, and somehow managed, during the time when they reached the bottom of the rather precariously placed ladder and when they went through portal back to the league..to fell asleep. Curled in Dabi's arms, unaware how very confusing he just made he captors life. Dabi starred at the man in his arms, and for some reason he couldn't explain, felt the need to walk carefully as to not wake him. He may have been guilty of lingering so he could hold him longer, but that was something he certainly wasn't admitting to.
Toga gave him a puzzled look at first when he appeared from the flames, a simple shrug was enough to satisfy her curiosity. Spinner and Magne weren't so easily satisfied though, both immediately started bombarding him with threats and questions regarding to the unconscious state of the man resting in his arms. When he said he was asleep, they demanded proof, annoyingly. It made him a bit angry and quite frankly he couldn't give a flying fuck what Spinner thought..Magne's look of concern broke him though. She was just worried. So he gently tapped the blonde a few times and managed to semi-gently nudge him awake. He presumebly wasn't having the best of dreams, since he mutter something about telling someone named Izuku he was hurting him? Dabi reminded himself, no matter how beautiful the man in his arms was, he had no reason to care. He was a villain, Bakugou was a hero student. This was a kidnapping, an effort to gain a spy. That was it.
"What pronouns do you think they use?" Toga interjected before anyone could demand waking the sleeping blonde up more. "I wonder if their trans? If so, what direction?? They clearly have boobs but no one let me ask last time. You think they're smart? I hope I get a chance to ask!!" She said then quieted down realizing how loud she was being, she looked at Dabi apolgeictlly, as he obviously wanted Bakugou to stay asleep for some reason. The damage was done though. He was now awake and aware of his surroundings. He didn't fight like he did last time though..he just sort of went limp and started breathing heavily. Dabi could sense his fear, but normally he'd enjoy that. Yet, for some reason, he wanted to reassure him. Dabi could sense himself caring far more than he should, he didn't like it, not one bit.
Bakugou knew he should be fighting, but, after everything that had happened to him a UA and how little everyone cared, the idea of being carried away to a portal to somewhere far away sounded nice. The fact they'd probably kill him scarred him, but running away simply by not resisting sounded nice. For some reason, he felt okay, relived, free even. Which feels ironic considering what was happening, yet still, that's how he felt. So he tried to breath through the smoky air, not darling glance at the blindly bright source of it.
