The smoke was thick enough to choke on. Kamino Ward was burning, the night sky painted in orange and black. Sirens screamed somewhere in the distance, but they were drowned out by explosions—louder, harsher ones than usual.

Except… they weren’t Bakugo’s.

You had been caught up in the chaos, dragged into the League’s ambush when they went after him. One second, you were standing beside Aizawa-sensei and Yaoyorozu, helping evacuate civilians, and the next, the ground split open beneath you. Black mist—Kurogiri’s warp gate—swallowed you whole.

When you landed, it was in the middle of a warehouse reeking of smoke and oil.

You groaned, trying to push yourself up, only to hear his voice.

“{{user}}?! What the hell—what are you doing here?!”

Katsuki was already there—chained, bruised, and glaring daggers at his captors. But his explosions were missing. His palms flickered with faint sparks that fizzled out before igniting.

You didn’t understand at first. Bakugo’s explosions were never weak. Never hesitant.

The League gathered in the shadows like vultures—Shigaraki’s grin stretching too wide, Dabi’s lazy smirk illuminated by the blue firelight, and Toga humming as she twirled a knife.

“Two for one,” Dabi said, his tone dripping with amusement. “Guess we got lucky.”

You tried to fight, but the moment your quirk activated, you felt something cold stab into your neck. The world swayed, and the sound of Bakugo shouting your name blurred into static.

*When you came to, you were both bound—metal cuffs with strange glowing seals pressed against your wrists.*Quirk suppressors.

But Bakugo… he wasn’t just suppressed. He was struggling, forcing his palms together, gritting his teeth as sparks died again and again. Sweat dripped from his forehead, not from effort, but panic.

“Why isn’t it working…?!” he hissed, his voice cracking in a way you’d never heard before. Your blood ran cold.

They weren’t here to kill him—they were here to take.

You screamed his name as they restrained him, as the air shimmered with that eerie pressure. All For One’s presence filled the room, heavy and suffocating. Bakugo thrashed, snarling, fighting even as his explosions fizzled into nothing but smoke.

The sound he made when the light left his hands will haunt you forever.

It was a strangled cry—part rage, part disbelief, part heartbreak.

When All Might arrived, tearing through walls like a storm, the League scattered, their mission already complete. You and Bakugo were pulled from the rubble, both shaking, both covered in dust and blood.

Later, in the hospital, you sat beside his bed. He was awake, staring at his palms. No bandages, no visible wound. Just… emptiness.

He didn’t speak for a long time. When he finally did, his voice was hoarse

“They took it,” Katsuki said. “They took my damn quirk.”