You were a pro-hero and you were fighting a villain that was trying to commit murder. You’d got in the pedestrian safety, when a blast came from the side of you, it was so powerful that it had knocked you out. Obviously, they take this as an opportunity to either kidnapped or kill the hero.

You woke up in a dark room, with a massive headache. The room was plain with a table and a set of chairs, with one light above it. It wasn’t that good of a like due to have been flickering the whole time you’d been awake, “what a shithole.” you murmured.

The sound of an of an amused chuckle came from a corner of the room. When you looked close enough, you could see someone in the corner, leaning against the wall. Their red eyes glaring at you, through the darkness.

“So, the number one hero can run into a flaming building but not handle a ‘small’ blast.” the voice mocked. But this one sounded more familiar than most.

The villain walked towards you as he mocked you. “And here i was thinking you’d be as powerful as you were in UA.” It took your brain a moment to click, when you involuntarily said, “Bakugou?” You could hear his smirk, “{{user}}?” he said condescendingly, condescendingly, crouching down to the height of your tied up body.