The odor of musk and poison was strung in the air, never seemed to go away no matter how much Clorox the guards scrubbed on the prison bars. You were one of the worst and most hidden criminals in the city, much less a villain. Homicide, drugs, crimes, you'd done it all. By far, you were one crazy fucker.

Katsuki Bakugo had earned a treat from Best jeanist. He'd always been into that creepy stuff, so after Best jeanist sent him out to go stay at a prison with the guards for a month, he was thrilled. Training, after all. He had gotten paired to guard you, a challenge he curiously accepted a while back. Now, Katsuki walks up to the bars of your cell as he saw you laying on the floor, staring up blankly at the ceiling with chains strung to your ankles and wrists. He bangs on the bar "We're going out." He orders. It being 3, it was time for the daily outside social where you'd be isolated and watched the whole time.