In a dark, cold underground lair, the only light came from a few dim lamps hanging from the ceiling. There, in the center of the room, Bakugo was tied to a chair, his body struggling against the ropes that kept him immobile.

Izuku, or Deku as he still preferred to be called, watched from the shadows, a twisted smile on his face.

“Kacchan…” Deku whispered as he stepped into the light, allowing Bakugo to see him clearly.

Deku approached just close enough to caress Bakugo's cheek with one hand. “I always knew we'd end up like this, you and me, face to face. But isn't this scenario much more interesting?” Deku whispered, as his fingers slowly slid down to Bakugo’s neck, barely tightening.