《Bakugou's Lover》Chapter Nine: Hands Turn into Fist
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Trigger Warning: Sexual Assault(?)
Midoriya quickly stood up and tried to pull out his gun. But it wasn't there. He had taken it off his waist when he went to the dance and forgot to put it back on. "Midoriya, sit back down. Or you'll see this cute blondie's face everywhere." Midoriya looked down at Kacchan and saw him crying silently staring back up at him. "Izuku?" Midoriya's eyes widened as he heard his name being uttered by the blond. He had wanted him to call him that.
But not under these circumstances.
"You heard him. Sit down." Dabi smiled as he pushed the barrel closer to his head. Midoriya hesitantly sat back down. He didn't even notice that other people with masks had pulled out guns and pointed them at him. "Now Midoriya. How's your old man?" He smiled. "He still in the hospital?" He laughed. His laugh was deep and worrying. "Don't you dare talk about him like that!" Midoriya yelled. He didn't want to get angry. He can't get angry. Not now. Not with him here.
"Oh come on Izuku. Let's have a little fun! We don't want your cute face to get hurt." The girl with yellow eyes smiled. Her hair was up in two buns and walked up to Midoriya. "Even though you would look pretty both ways." She giggled as she ran a hand down her arms. "You're a fucking psychopath." "And if I am! That's what makes it ten times better!" Midoriya turned his attention back to Dabi. He was running his hands through Kacchan's hair like it was the most natural thing.
"Get your hands off him." "Why? It's not like he's yours." "He is-." He cut himself off. He was right. Kacchan wasn't his. But he will make him his. "You're so possessive, Midoriya. And you get angry really easily. Even before you met Yagi." Midoriya stayed quiet. He didn't know him. No one knows him. He made sure of that. "Inko would agree." Midoriya felt his eyes widened. Inko? How the hell does he know about her? "You know I was just a kid when I heard about that. Inko Midoriya was found beaten to death in her son's bedroom. Her son was nowhere to be found. They did suspect that you did it but then that all went away. Everything about the case went away. Why is that?" Dabi wrapped his arms around Kacchan's small frame.
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"I don't know what happened. I was with a couple of friends studying when that all went down." He stated. It sounded rehearsed as he did it over and over and over and over and over and over again. "You know Kirishima didn't wanna tell the truth either. So I hurt this beauty here. But today I don't wanna hurt him so I'm going to do something else." Shigaraki walked over from the door where Kurogiri stood. Placing down a cup. The cup had some foggy water in it, clearly some kind of drug.
"Doll, why don't you drink this?" Kacchan looked down at the "water" that was placed in front of him. "W-what's in it?" "Oh baby, that's for me to know and you to find out. Now drink it." Kacchan's eyes moved up to Izuku before taking the cup into his hands. "Make sure you drink all of it, alright baby?" Midoriya watched as he downed the whole thing.
'Why didn't he stop him?' Midoriya thought to himself. He could have just said something to make him stop. But then all his hard work would go to waste. He had to do so many bad things to get all of it under wraps. But this is also Kacchan he's talking about. Kacchan was so small and helpless. And he loved Kacchan. He doesn't want anything bad to happen to him. Midoriya was spacing out; he didn't even realize the heavy pants that were coming from Kacchan.
"I-Izuku?" Midoriya snapped his head to him. Bakugou's face was red and blotchy, his eyes were half-closed and his mouth was open and drooling. "K-kacchan?" "You like it? He's so pretty isn't he?" Dabi smirked, running his hands up his chest. The blond shivered as small noises came from his mouth. "What the fuck are you doing?" Midoriya went to stand up but two large hands came down on his shoulders. Twice.
"We have barely gotten started. Let's have a little fun before we get serious again, yeah?" Dabi smirked as his hand leads Kacchan's face to his. He kissed him. And he didn't stop him. Midoriya tried to get up again but this time got met with a barrel to the face. Dabi glared at him as he kissed down Kacchan's neck. "They are so pretty, right Izuku?" Toga said, pushing the barrel further into his head. Midoriya was about to bark back when he saw Toga's face. She was smiling as she watched them. It wasn't a terrifying creepy smile. It was a genuine smile. His eyes wandered around the room for the first time. He noticed that everyone in the restaurant was looking at the two.
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They didn't look scared of the circumstances that they were in, they looked calm. Was this a setup the whole time? How did they know they were going to be here? Everything was confusing Midoriya. He didn't understand how they got here. Midoriya looked over to Kacchan again. He laid unmoving in Dabi's arms. Dabi ran his hands through his hair before meeting Midoriya's eyes.
"Do you like Kacchan?" Dabi didn't answer. He just kept staring at him. Then he smiled. "More than you can ever imagine, but that's not why we're here. Are you going to lie to me again? Because I can just make him up and we can pick up where we left off." Dabi laughed as he pulled Kacchan's collar down to show several hickeys. He smiled as Midoriya's eyebrows turned downwards.
"How did you make your mother's death nonexistent?" Midoriya didn't answer right away. He wanted to lie his way out of it but Dabi made it seem like he already knew what happened. He just wanted to confirm it with him. "...Yagi did it. I just gave him something in return." Dabi smirked. "Explain Midoriya. We're not stupid. We know you killed your mother." "I didn't." "Oh, but you did! You even had a witness but disappeared before anything could happen." "I didn't do anything!" Midoriya slammed his hands down on the table, waking Kacchan up in the process.
"Don't lie, Midoriya! Or some people are going to pay for your actions."
Dabi pointed the gun to Kacchan and pulled the trigger.
A shot rang throughout the room. Everything was quiet. Dabi laughed as he threw the gun somewhere else in the room. Midoriya couldn't move and it wasn't because Twice was still holding him down. Did Dabi really just shoot Kacchan? Laughing filled the room. "You should see the look on your face!" "K-kacchan?"
"I-Izuku?" Midoriya's eyes widened. "Did you think I'd shoot him? He's way too pretty for me to just discard." Dabi cupped his face. Bring him into a kiss. "But I'll take his virginity right in front of you." Kacchan's eyes widened as turned to look at Midoriya. "Izuku, just t-tell him what he wants to know. P-please." Midoriya watched as Kacchan's eyes watered. He didn't want him to cry. That's the last thing he wants.
"..I killed my mother." He watched as his Kacchan's eyes widened. "I killed her because I got angry." Midoriya would never forget the face he made when he heard what he said. A face of pure disgust. "A poor old lady. The woman that raised you. And you went and killed her." "You don't know what happened!" Midoriya yelled at Dabi. Midoriya thought he was justified enough to do that. He knew he was. It was deserved. Right?
"How did Yagi come to know of this?" "He found me while I was on the run. He told me he could make all my problems go away if I worked for him." The room went silent for a second before Dabi spoke again. "The neighbors that heard all of it were either found dead in their homes or had gone missing. Did Yagi do that too?" Midoriya looked away before smirking slightly. "He told me to tie up loose ends so I did," Dabi smirked.
"I guess we both still have loose ends to tie up." Midoriya gave him a confused face. "Shigaraki put him in the car." Midoriya watched as they took Kacchan. He stood up and punched Twice in the face. Dabi met him with a barrel and smiled. "Midoriya, you are one of those loose ends. I hope you meet Kirishima in hell."
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