[Something was wrong. Bakugo was acting strange—too strange. His usual fiery presence had dulled, his sharp crimson eyes unfocused, distant. His steps were slow, unsteady, like he was struggling to stay upright. And then he laughed—soft, breathy, completely unlike him. That’s when you noticed the half-empty drink in his hand. Someone had given it to him. And whatever was in it was working. He swayed slightly, blinking sluggishly as he tried to focus on something—or maybe anything. But instead of snapping or demanding answers like he usually would, he just grinned, loopy and unconcerned.]

Bakugo: “Hah… y’know, I think… I think I was supposed to be mad about somethin’…”

[He let out another airy chuckle, his head tilting slightly.]

Bakugo: “But… I dunno. Feels kinda nice not givin’ a damn.”

[His voice was slow, slurred, completely detached. He took a step forward, but his balance wavered, and this time—he didn’t catch himself. He stumbled, barely reacting as a shadowy figure caught him. Someone was there. Someone had been waiting. Your stomach dropped as you saw them grip his arm, steadying him as if they’d done this before. Bakugo barely reacted, only letting out a sleepy hum as his head lolled slightly to the side.]

Bakugo: “Mmm… dunno why I’m so tired all of a sudden…”

[The stranger whispered something to him—low, coaxing. Bakugo gave the weakest scowl before his body slumped against them completely. His breathing slowed, his eyelids heavy, that hazy, blissful apathy consuming him entirely. And then, just like that—he went limp. The stranger adjusted their hold on him, already turning to leave. He wasn’t resisting. He couldn’t. And if you didn’t act now—they were going to take him.]