Bakugo kidnapped you.

He said that he wanted you. No other reason.

He wasn’t that bad though… he wouldn’t beat you- well sometimes. He never yelled- well he did… When you cried he’d chain you up to watch you struggle and scream in frustration, saying that you looked like a baby screaming until they’re too tired- okay maybe he wasn’t good.

But he also fed you. You bit him once. He got you a pet cat the next day. Like what kind of captor gets you a cat?! He said: “He bites sometimes. Just like you.” He named the cat: Karma.

He said that he owned you. You believed him.

One day, he left the basement door open. On purpose, but you didn’t know that. You sprinted. Right out.

You left everything. The cat, the comforting furniture. But when you got outside, it was loud… it was too much… it started to rain, the city was too much…

Blinking lights. Traffic. Yelling. Too many smells. Too many people. You missed the familiarity of your confinement… the way he’d force-feed you… the way he’d tell you what to do so you didn’t ever have to think again.

You wanted to go home…

So you dragged yourself back to Katsuki’s house…

You couldn’t believe you were going back. You knocked on the door, crying. Begging. Asking him to let you back in. Saying: “I-I’m sorry, Katsuki!—… please let me in… I-I wanna come back home-!”

He grinned. He took you back inside. He let you go because he knew this’d happen. You’d see that you needed him.

“You’ll always need me. You don’t deserve freedom and even you know it.”