This fic was requested by w_llett !!💙

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⚠️⚠️⚠️WARNING⚠️⚠️⚠️TRIGGERING REFERENCES TO RAPE THROUGHOUT WHOLE STORY AND THIS WILL BE ONLY BIG WARNING IN REGARDS TO THIS BECAUSE OF CONSISTENT REOCCURRENCE SO PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THIS MAY TRIGGER YOU⚠️DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT CONDONE ANY ACTS OF SEXUAL HARRASSMENT⚠️I'd hope that last bit is inferred

There is no event of *actual* rape, but reference is quite explicit so be wary

-Angry
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He had smiled confidently as he walked into the arena, chin up, prepared for his fight with Todoroki Shouto, his last and certainly his most difficult opponent of the UA Sports Festival.

He was ready for this battle. This challenge.

He was ready to do his best.

He was ready to show his abilities he has worked so hard for!

Bakugou never expected it to end up like this: with himself chained to a post in front of the entire world, his hands cuffed together and a bulky muzzle restricting his labored breaths.

He fights against the panic that threatens to overflow from within him as cameras zoom in on him, recording, and bright, blinding flashes go off.

He can't let anyone see him like that.

They were supposed to see his power.

His strength.

Everything he has built through long hours of labor for years on end since he was just a small child with little sparks erupting from his palms and the child-like fantasy of becoming a hero like his role model.

Bakugou struggles against the mass of metal binding his wrists.

He can't let them know he is like this.

There is no way they can know.

They can't know he is weak.

That he is broken.

Bakugou's breath hitches as his lungs quicken their already sporadic pace of inhalation. Tears prick at the backs of his eyes.

No!

No, he can't cry.

But the longer the metal is around his wrists, the more Bakugou remembers that night.

That terrible, terrible night, that happened not too long ago.

Where metal dug into his wrists, arms, and mouth, creating large, colorful bruises and trickles of blood that dripped to the ground as he was attacked in a way worse than he could have ever imagined.

A night that forced him to cover himself in clothing to hide his weakness and pain from his classmates and teachers, for they would surely taint him.

How could he ever become a hero after that? If everyone knew?

Nobody can know.

Bakugou's muzzle seems tighter as he feels a shadow fall over him.

His brain can't comprehend that the shadow is All Might—Bakugou's idol, mentor, and inspiration. He only sees a dangerous, looming body, the most terrifying thing in this world, that is moments from causing torturous pain.

His bloodshot eyes widen in terror, brows creasing upwards, and the lips hidden by the muzzle tremble as Bakugou shrinks away from the figure as much as he can despite his restrictions, tears pricking at the backs of his crimson eyes.

Bakugou's mind returns to that night, no longer conscious of his surroundings.

He can't hear the jeers of a crowd yelling about his "villainous behavior" and booing his performance.

All he hears are multiple people's shouts of encouragement directed towards the body as it comes closer to him.

He can't take it.

He can't.

He can't.

He can't.

He can't.

He can't.

He can't.

It hurts.

It hurts so fucking badly.

Tears fall from Bakugou's wide, petrified eyes and only the shallowest and quickest of breaths escape from his trembling body and through the metal strapped to his face. Even these breaths seem painful and tear at his lungs as they escape him, never to return.

Just like his stolen innocence.

His legs quake and he would most definitely have fallen to the ground if not for the chains holding him up in front of the spectating crowd.

Bakugou gasps as he feels the metal being pulled from his face and fresh air touches his ghostly pale skin. Relief floods him and his mind works to clear itself for barely a fraction of a moment until he feels something else.

Something being shoved into his mouth.

Panicked eyes widen impossibly as Bakugou clenches his teeth shut against the intruder.

No.

No.

No.

Nonononnonononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononono

NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONO

This can't be happening.

Not again.

Never again.

How could this happen?

Why?

Bakugou's trembling jaw is wrenched down and his mouth is forced open for the object that his brain mistakes for something far different. All that fills his mind is terror and the need to vomit and be rid of the thing, his mind pleading desperately to be released from this torture.

Tears cascade down his face as his teeth clench down on whatever is now in his mouth.

He doesn't want to think about it.

He can't anymore.

It's too painful to think about.

It hurts too much.

It was too painful.

Why did nobody help him?

He wants to be a hero, but why did a hero not save him?

Because...

He doesn't deserve it.

He's too weak.

Bakugou clenches his teeth and screws his pained eyes shut, facing the sky above him.

He's a failure.

All he can do is stand there, trembling and helpless, tears falling silently over his sickly pale skin, and wait for it all to end.

•••

After an unknown amount of time of the same suffering that felt like days' worth to Bakugou, he feels movement in his chains and flinches forwards, away from where someone is twiddling with his chains on the pole.

Blind panic seizes him again, eyes flitting from side to side, and his breathing becomes erratic.

Why is someone behind him?

Why there of all places?

Why is this happening?

Are they going to continue from where they left off?

He struggles against his bindings like a wild animal, snarling defensively out of terror. All that the spectators who lagged behind the others recognize in the teen's expression is anger and aggression and Bakugou continues ignoring the voice behind him that increases in volume with each of the tugs from behind.

Eventually, his mind goes blank again like before he woke up bound, and Bakugou loses consciousness, falling into darkness. The last thing he sees and feels as his terrified eyes close is the metal once again being strapped to his jaw.

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YA'LL ARE PROBABLY SO DONE WITH HEARING THIS, BUT IM SORRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYY!! Our baby boy is going to have a lot of PTSD stuff going on in this one.😬

Also, I'm working on my own book (not on wattpad) rn and I've gotta keep it as my priority so my updates may be less often than usual but they'll still be really often in terms of this app lol
Thank you💙💙

-Angry
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