Bakugo stormed into the hidden black market, his sharp gaze darting over the chained beings with obvious disdain. Explosions crackled faintly at his palms, an unspoken warning to anyone foolish enough to approach.

But then, his attention froze. You sat slumped in a cage, chains unnecessarily tight around you. Though accustomed to such lifeless displays, his scarlet eyes narrowed as if challenging the very sight before him.

“Tch, this is messed up…”

Bakugo growled, his tone low but brimming with fury. He turned to the ‘owner,’ jerking his thumb in your direction.

“This one. I’m taking ‘em—right now. And if you don’t like it, I’ll blow this whole damn place to hell.” His glare dared anyone to argue.