Short chapter ahead, but hey, at least I'm updating.

It’s been a few days, very long silence filled days. You haven’t gotten any flashbacks or headaches since then, which is a large plus! The League at the secret base in town has registered that Bakugou was ‘yours’. Dabi and Toga neglected to register that fact at first, it was weird, it was like those two acted as if they shared the same mind.

Toga wanted to extract some blood from Bakugou, the reasoning behind it was so that the blonde could use Bakugou’s bodily juices later on as a disguise in the public. You would’ve let her, but Bakugou already lacked the amount of blood he should have in his body to be labeled as ‘stable’ so in turn you put the beat down whenever she got anywhere within a five foot radius of Bakugou with a syringe at hand.

Dabi on the other hand wanted to simply fuck around with you. Like toying with your fragile emotions were like a game of tag for children. You won’t deny that your eyes have been locked on Bakugou like a hawk, being your Masters gave you the responsibility of keeping him in line until proven trustworthy, but Dabi was really beginning to push everything to a whole new level. Sometimes he would purposely touch Bakugou’s healing shoulder, eliciting a violent yet painful response from the victim and a well deserved attack on your end. Other times it was Dabi’s mouth that got him on your bad side, as if that’s different from any other day. If you could kill him, you would in a heartbeat. Unfortunately, Dabi’s hellfire quirk held such an upper hand towards your heat sensitive metal quirk that you almost always ended up beneath his shoe dangling onto your last threads of consciousness sporting some new burn scars, each one healing darker than the last.

Thankfully Twice, Mr. Compress, and two other villains you neglect to learn their names, all knew better than to push your buttons. Especially Twice, since he’s aware of how each of his copies fall slain at any point in time. Your deceased teammates: Squall, Terra, and Zucc, were all products of Twice’s twice quirk. Let’s just say Twice is terrified that you’ll murder him the same way you did Terra. Could you blame him? Not only did you murder a member of your squad, but she was also a perfect copy of yourself. Twice considers you to have more screws loose than himself, and this is coming from the man who holds arguments with his own self.

Let’s just hope today doesn’t make a turn to shit like it always somehow does…

“I still can’t fucking move my arm!!!” Bakugou growled, biting himself on said arm before stopping himself mid act as his half baked thought almost literally bit him in the ass. Just because he can’t move his arm, doesn’t mean the nerves are gone. Now there’s a wicked, almost alien like bite mark on his wrist, pooling with a deep crimson just to overflow and dribble down his arm to collect on the floor. The boy hissed, clasping his mobile hand over the wound of his slung arm. “Of course I just had to fuck things over even more…” Bakugou cursed under his breath.

“Young Bakugou…” Kurogiri shook his head with dismay.

“Don’t call me that…” Bakugou clenched his jaw. Only All Might can call me that…

“Come here,” the ghostly being spoke, motioning his black hand from Bakugou’s direction to his own.

“And why should I?” Bakugou snuck up his nose to the demand.

“I was gonna offer you a bandage but if you’re not interested-”

“I never said I wasn’t interested,” Bakugou said, keeping up his distant grumpy attitude in the meantime. His feet carried himself on over to the bar, Kurogiri had the worn in first-aid kit at the ready, grabbing the white plastic box of adhesive bandages as if on autonomous. He picked out the largest bandage there was, it was long and hexagonal shaped, peeling back the packing before handing it over to Bakugou. The blonde snatched it in return, pressing it to his skin where it stuck keeping his blood at bay. Bakugou could’ve done that on his own, undressing the bandage, but in reality his left hand is just as useless as his own arm which left Bakugou restraining himself from saying thank you to the villain of black mist.

Which only left silence, besides your labored breathing while you slept hunched over a table. “Consider yourself lucky Bakugou,” Kurogiri announced all so out of the blue. He’s been biting his tongue for a few days now, thankful that most of the League was out this afternoon for a mission.

Bakugou cocked a brow. “I was kidnapped, stabbed, my arm is useless, my girlfriend is now a mindless zombie working for you League of Assholes and I’m being held captive yet I’m considered to be an equal. So tell me… How the fuck am I lucky?” Bakugou threw an explosion at Kurogiri, his face was no longer existent, materializing within the second with heavily squinted ominous yellow eyes making up his only facial feature.

Kurogiri sighed. “It is no secret that (Y/n) and yourself shared some history,” Kurogiri said with caution. “Now I know you both were former partners of love. If your bond with her wasn’t strong enough to break through her scattered memories then I’d say you’d either be dead or still in that chair by the door,” Bakugou gulped, glancing over his shoulder to his barren chair of leather and metal.

“So you’re aware of her fucked up head,” Bakugou shrugged. “I only agreed to play nice with you assholes because of her. Go ahead and kill me if you have a problem with it.”

“I’ll let it slide,” Kurogiri said, taking Bakugou by surprise. “I tolerate many of the horrible things Tomura has done, but I pity (Y/n), she’s nothing more than girl seeking shelter now.”

“You have to be shitting me,” Bakugou hissed.

“I am the only one in the League that refers to her by her given name, not Ark, Tomura is only taking advantage over the fact she’s now a near empty husk and shaped (Y/n) to fit his needs. Filling her with the ideology that you kill first, question later. Don’t grant mercy, your mind is your ultimate weapon-”

“I still want to know how she lost her damn memories…” Bakugou huffed.

“I’m… I’m not very sure myself,” Kurogiri admits.

“Then why do you want to help (Y/n) so badly?” Bakugou couldn’t buy anything this man was selling.

“It’s painful watching her inflict self harm, harm others, and her desperate cognitive needs of good physical and mental needs,” Kurogiri said.

“As in?” Bakugou pushed on the subject.

“Isolation,” Kurogiri spoke. “(Y/n) doesn’t have any good influences, she’s never awarded for good behavior, in fact she yearns for comfort half of the time. Usually she requests a hug, in which (Y/n)’s mental state stabilizes enough that she doesn’t have another mental breakdown. (Y/n) is desperately seeking reassurance to put it simply, in which she must’ve earned in plentiful amounts before her recruitment into the League,” everything Kurogiri just said made perfect sense to Bakugou. Before him, All Might wasn’t ever there for you, you had no friends, you were desperate for friends, just something positive in your life. Now your past self is back and eating you from the inside out.

“Until I kill Ark, me and (Y/n) are here to stay,” Bakugou admits with a solemn shake of his head. It only pained Bakugou even more than before that all his hard work making you a confident and loved young woman was now down the drain.

“When that time comes, I’ll allow you to escape freely,” Kurogiri says nicely.

“And what the hell is wrong with Ark now?” Bakugou was furious, was nobody gonna comment how it looks like you’re lying all sprawled out upon a table looking like you had recently died.

“I checked her earlier, fever, nothing more than the comings of a common cold or flu,” Kurogiri didn’t spare any details. Although it is a bit difficult differentiating what exactly you’re suffering from at the moment.

The entrance of the bar swung open, in strolled Dabi and Twice. “Aw is Ark feeling down,” the scarred boy smirked.

Bakugou furrowed his brow, Dabi couldn’t have picked a worst time than to return back to base. Did he hear everything that Bakugou and Kurogiri just shared with one another? And if so, they’re as good as dead. “Leave the girl to rest Dabi,” Kurogiri suggested, but it looked like Dabi couldn’t give a damn.

“Shigaraki needs Ark,” Dabi stood before your table, gazing down upon you. “Apparently we stumbled upon a group of UA students and need her to help with their capture-”

“Who exactly?” Bakugou glared at Dabi, expecting all his questions to be answered.

“A bunch of boys,” Dabi said. “A boy with shark teeth, another with purple hair, a retard with a lightning bolt in his hair, the last guy didn’t stand out besides his stupid ass smile. We only found them ‘cause they’re searching for you,” somehow Bakugou knew who each of those who Dabi describe to be, and why was Dabi grimacing? He knows something else doesn’t he? “Shigaraki claims to have met most of them before today. Yet they walked right on up to him as if they’re best buds.”

“Fucking dumbasses…” Bakugou cursed under his breath. “Of course Dunce Face and Shitty Hair would do that.”

“Funny how you say that,” Bakugou tensed up, Dabi heard him loud and clear. “For a guy who joined the League, you sure seem concerned for your classmates.”

“As if I give a shit about them,” Bakugou retaliates. It was all a lie, but whatever it takes to cover his behind.

“You’ll be reunited soon enough,” Dabi snickered. “Hey princess wake up!” The boy kicked you from off your chair. It didn’t come as a surprise that you had awakened, covered head to toe in a sheen of sweat with beat red skin. You didn’t take too kindly to the gesture, struggling to your feet with a heated scowl.

“Can’t you leave me alone for one day?” Your teeth grinded, hands curling to fists.

“Shigaraki needs you, now,” the boy buried his hands within his pockets.

“Fuck him!” You snapped. “You’re dead Staple Face!”

“Bring it on Princess,” Dabi lifted one hand, igniting his hand aflame.

It wasnt until I finished writing this chapter that I realized that I gave Dabi Xigbar's personality from Kingdom Hearts. Is Dabi's personality too off for you? I can go in and edit.