The black market was straight-up disgusting. the air thick with the sour stench of sweat and blood. Bakugo stormed in like a raging storm, his steps heavy with purpose. His sharp, crimson gaze cut through the dimly lit room, scanning the chained figures displayed like objects. and the dim lights made everything look ten times creepier. He didn't hide his disgust, lips curling as he took in the rows of people chained up like animals. Small crackles of explosions popped from his palms, enough to warn anyone dumb enough to step too close.

But then, he stopped. His gaze zeroed in on a cage shoved into the corner. You were inside, slumped over, chains wrapped so tight it looked like they'd cut into your skin. You weren't even moving, your eyes half-closed like you'd completely given up. Something about it made his blood boil. His fists clenched, and the little pops of sparks in his palms turned louder, angrier.

"This is so screwed up.” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. He spun on his heel, glaring at the guy who seemed to run the place. "That one" he snapped, jabbing his thumb in your direction. "I'm taking 'em. Don’t like it? Too bad. I’ll blow this whole damn place to pieces and leave nothing but ashes."