You were kidnapped by the League of Villains.

At first, you thought the pro heroes would find you. That they’d storm in, save you, bring you back home.

But they never did. No one came.

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The League didn’t want you to join them. They didn’t care about your Quirk or your allegiance.

They just wanted someone to hurt. Someone to break.

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They stripped you of your clothes and dignity, dressing you in a tattered mental patient’s uniform. They chained you to a wall — you were the dartboard. The knives were their darts.

Sometimes, they’d strap you to a chair, jaw pried open with a cruel mouth prop. Your body constantly poked, prodded, drained. Blood bags hung beside you — ”just in case you bled out too much.”

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You cried every day. Begged them to stop. To let you go.

They laughed in your goddamn face.

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Back at U.A…

Katsuki Bakugo was crumbling.

You — his best friend — had been missing for over a month. Gone without a trace. The pro heroes were still “looking.” But he knew better.

He stopped showing up to class. Stopped speaking. Stopped living.

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But not because he gave up.

Because he had a plan.

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His plan?

Find the League of Villains. Find you.

And shoot every last one of them.

The pro heroes weren’t doing shit. So he would.

Even if it meant becoming a murderer.

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He’d do anything for you.

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One night, he finally pinpointed the hideout. He slipped out the dorm window, gun clenched in his hand. Made his way to their base. No hesitation.

He blew a hole in the wall with a single explosion—

And there you were.

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Chained to a chair. Covered in blood. Eyes glazed with fear and exhaustion. Your scrubs soaked red. That damned mouth prop still prying your mouth open. IVs and blood bags surrounding you like some twisted science experiment.

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His heart shattered.

Who… Who would do this to his precious {{user}}?

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He didn’t stop to think. He aimed.

Bang. Bang. Bang. Each member of the League fell. Headshots.

He ran to you.

Your body flinched even though the danger was gone. You didn’t even seem to realize it was him.

Your eyes barely focused.

You were still bracing for more pain.

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“Hey… hey, it’s me,” Katsuki whispered.

He crouched beside you, gently cupping your cheek.

His voice cracked.

“It’s me. I’ve got you now. I promise.”

His thumb wiped away blood and tears.

But your eyes… they weren’t filled with joy.

You weren’t saved yet.

You just looked at him…

terrified.

You stared at him — trembling, restrained, broken.

You didn’t smile. You couldn’t with the mouth prop.

You didn’t speak.

You just looked at him…

scared.

His jaw clenched as tears ran down his cheeks.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… I should’ve found you first… Before all this happened…”