*An: there's no smut in this even though it might seem like it. Thanks for reading*

Katsuki felt heavy when he came to. His arms were pinned down. So were his legs. His chest seemed to be caving in under a warm weight, a weight that seemed to also be breathing. He was cold, quickly noticing the absence of clothes. His breath hitched and his eyes shot open. Where the hell was he?

The room was dimly lit and cold, there were a couple of computers running off of generators and others that were seemingly far too broken to operate. Looking up he saw Ejirou's unconscious face, he was strapped down as well,  with his limbs tightly latched on to Katsukis, forcing his arms into an upright position, it looked like a pain. His clothes were also missing, the only warmth he could feel was the heat radiating off of the other, but the sensation was completely overruled by the freezing metallic surface his bare back was against.

"Eji!" Katsuki shouts, his voice was so hoarse his body instinctively swallowed spit. He tries to ram his knee into Kirishima's chest, but his legs are still tightly strapped to the icy surface. His hands pop and stutter. He wishes he could force himself to sweat.

Kirishima's eyes shot open, he thrashed and thrashed in place but his restraints seemed to squeeze in response. He took a breath to speak, but his mouth snapped shut to the sound of a door opening.

"Oh! You're awake! It's been two entire days sleepyheads!" a voice said. Katsuki flinched. Neither he nor Kirishima could recognize her. Her hair was as dark as night, cut into a messy short bob style. Her clothes could definitely be described as skimpy, wearing a short skirt, fishnet pantyhose, and a small crop top. It could be attractive. But that's the last way Katsuki would describe her.

"Who the fuck are you." The blond snapped. Though, it wasn't phrased as a question. His eyes widened as he barks out a follow-up question "Where the fuck is Fujiro!"

The women physically recoiled her body in a mocking gesture.

"Ohh fisty~"

Katsuki actually spits at her. His face was red with anger. His hands sent impatient sparks and he flailed as much as he could in place, Kirishima grunted uncomfortably.

"Katsuki, calm." Kirishima pleaded.

"He's right pretty boy, calm down a bit and soon this'll be history. M'kay?"

"Who the fuck do you think-"

Ejirou took a breath "Please, what do you want from us?"

Giggling, the woman took a seat. She eyed the younger boys unclothed physiques and cleared her throat.

"Dyu' wanna take a guess?" she taunted.

The two remained silent, Katsuki was close to giving her a piece of his mind before she spoke herself.

"You two will assist in re-population." she shot bluntly. Her ears lifted in the smug smile as she pulled up a chair. Uncomfortably close, Katsuki notes.

The blond huffs a chuckle. "Are you fucking blind? Dumbass fucking-"

The women harshly shoved her middle and index fingers into the blond's mouth. He choked and defensively bit down. Kirishima starts yelling. laughing, she used her other hand to hold the blond's jaw down forcefully, with a couple of loud cracks Katsuki unwillingly slacked his jaw, choaking as she digs her calloused fingertips into the back of his sensitive taste buds, she pressed down further and Katsuki could feel a spark-like sensation burn the back of his throat. He coughs and attempts to tear his head away from her, but he just knocks his head on the freezing metal surface.

"What did you just do to him! Katsuki are you okay? Fuck-" Kirishima words flood into Katsukis mind, he moves his tongue to respond but the women's fingers were suddenly scraping her nails painfully at his teeth and throat once more.

"Let me explain? Will you?" She sneers, pushing her fingers down to force Katsuki to choke in reply. She glares at Ejirou, who stumbling over his words, he contemplates trying to force his way out of the restraints but waits for a better time. He takes a sympathetic look at Katsuki and grunts in response.

"Good." she breathed, massaging the top of Katsukis mouth. He tried to pull back but she pushed further in.

"Without providing the logistics of my quirk, I can force you two biologically have kids." She moved her hand to Katsuki throat, his face immediately becoming red upon impact. "You never thought you'd be pregnant huh?"

Katsuki's gasped."a-ahha I f-fucking wwwon't. Bitch."

"Cute." she harassed, before strangling the boy almost to the point where he passed out. Kirishima screamed and thrashed in his restraints, as much as he wanted to, it wasn't safe to try to escape yet. Who knows how many other people were outside that door?

"You shut up too" she warned with a punch directly to Kirishima gut, he whined but didn't harden.

"I know all about you, Kid," she growls in Katsukis face. "A fucking hero, huh? You don't look like a hero to me. You should've stayed with those villains. We all know you would have been of more use there." Katsuki's neck was squeezed tighter. Kirishima protested again. She punched his face this time. "Your quirk though, we need." She chuckled. My quirk gives the offspring more of the 'impregnated's' quirk than the 'impregnate's... Your quirk is powerful. Perfect for the next generation. His, on the other hand." she jabs he thumb directly into Kirishima's direction, almost hitting him. "I don't remember him. That means he's useless, a waste of my time." Katsuki grunts angerly in protest, she tightens her grip again, his neck bleeds where her nails are. "What are you? Fucking qurikless, boy?" Kirishima turns his face. "Answer me!"

"Yea." he lies.

"Useless." she pauses to emphasize the venom in her words. "If this child is quirkless, I'll see it that you die by the hands of your own villain of a boyfriend." she let's go of Katsukis neck to squeeze Kirishima's face, forcing his sharp teeth to poke holes into his flesh. He continually resists the urge to harden. "You got that?"

She forces Kirishima to nod and she smiles. As if sensing Katsuki forming his words, she gripped his neck again, squeezing exceptionally hard one experimental time. A warning.

The women bends down to wipe the sweat off of Katsuki with her awful smelling crop top.

"We wouldn't want an explosive accident, would we?" she grins.

"Now that I've got you two to behave." she stares them down. " Don't expect to ever leave this room again. "The names Bakugou, right?"

She forces him to nod. "Great! Bakugou, the pregnancy terms for you wouldn't last as long as a traditional birth, only six months. You two will be together until I can find a man with a strong quirk that's compatible with yours."

"And you." she gazes daggers into Kirishima, pushing down on Katsukis throat.

"Don't expect to live to see your second-born."

She lifted her gaze and grinned "All righty! Let's get started!" she stood up and walked across the room. After his coughing fit, Katsuki breathed. Kirishima furrowed his eyes and internally cursed him for not knowing how to shut his mouth for one goddamn second.

"What the fuck makes you think we'll play along? Bitch."

The women frowned, pouted even. "You really don't know how to shut up do you?"

The blond grimaced. "Fuck you."

"Dawww I didn't want to do this but you give me no choice. Sorry cutie~" she presses a button on one of the computers in the room and it brings up the static of a camera, she presses twice, three times, static. The fourth camera, however, filled with noise. The noise of a familiar blond crying. The soon to be five year old had on heavy armor, equips with grenades and handguns. It looked heavy, especially since the blond couldn't even stand.

He was at the end of a long narrow room that was sickeningly bright. The floor was made of what looked like fake grass. The inside looked as if it were once an oddly shaped walk-in closet but that was up for question. Around the walls were military-like guns, like a shooting range. At the other end of the room was... Another man?

It was. He was pointing a gun a Fujiro, yelling at him too.

"If someone points a gun at you move to the side you fucking stupid blonde! Have you learned nothing!"

Fujiro's legs wobble when he stands, they look overworked. He runs to the side and does the cutest military-like tumble roll he could. If he weren't ready to kill someone, Kirishima would 'awed'.

"Mommy!" he screams. His voice cracks and tears bullet their ways down his already red face. Upon closer inspection, Kirishima notices the boy's legs are bleeding profusely. So were his arms, and a little through his shirt. He's hyperventilating at a degree Kirishima didn't think was possible. "Dad!"

Katsukis silent for a second and begins to yell through his tears, but the women interrupted him.

"Take the shot, number 56. Code blue," she announces through an Intercom on her desk.

The older man in the room nods. "Yes ma'am"

He readies his gun and cocks his elbows, aiming down to the other end of the bright room, where Fujiro is huddled in a ball, calling out all the different ways he's heard Kirishima and Bakugou being addressed. Though, he drastically mispronounces 'Ejirou' multiple times.

The man closes one eye and pulls the trigger. A bullet leaving the device with a loud bang.

Fujiro cries louder when the bullet lands dangerously close to him. His eyes are widened
When he backs himself closer into a corner. His tears tremble with his shaking body.

"Back to training you brat! Get up! I don't have-" the women switched the camera off. Static.

"Consider that a warning pretty boy," she replies to Katsuki. He's quiet, but his eyes are wide.

"What the hell you crazy fucking bitch? He's four!" Ejirou growls, he stares the women down,  an angry tent in his eyes that could challenge even Katsuki's most brutal scowl.

"Oh? Look at you! Got something to say?" she sings, making her way back from the desk with a bottle of lube in her hand.

Kirishima stutters. "Y-you can't do this! Do you even know how old we are?"

The women smiles "hmm I know that he's around sixteen, his birthdays in April. It's late August now so I'd guess 16 and almost a half! I couldn't care less about you. But I assume you're about the same."

Katsuki huffs in aggravation. Kirishima, on the other hand, is fuming.

"And that's fucking okay for you?!"  Kirishima snaps. He can feel his fingertips unwillingly hardening.

The women grins from ear to ear, neglecting to warm the lube and spreading It down Kirishima length. The redhead's breath hitches.

"Yep! It's more than okay for me! The younger you are the faster the pregnancy. Frankly, I'd fancy if you were younger... 12 preferably."

The words made the two want to vomit. This woman wasn't just a dirty creep, but she was a filthy fucking pedophile too.

The women lubed her finger, starting for Katsukis entrance.

"Wait!" he yells. The women pauses for a bit

"Yes, cutie?"

He stutters, blushes and bats his eyelashes, Kirishima can tell he's over exaggerating. What's he up to?

"I-i want to be alone!" he whines like a child who wants an expensive toy.

"Awe sweety I can't leave you two in here." the women said. She leaned down to kiss the boys lips, Kirishima thanked God when he jerked away, so it landed on his forehead.

"T-then l-lock the door... Pwease!"

The women was moving on her feet in an instant, and Katsukis plan clicked in Kirishima's mind. God this boy was smart. She strolled to the door and pressed a code in, the door made a click sound.

"Anything else you need baby boy?" she said. Kirishima's stomach turned. Gross.

"I don't want any electronics on!"

The women raised and eyebrow. She's suspicious. Katsuki noticed.

Tears began to flow out of the blond's eyes. He balled his fist and whimpered Into his mouth.

"They scare me!"

The women gasps and turns around, once she does, Katsuki flashes Kirishima a sly grin.

"I'm so sorry cutie, hold on." she rushes around the room and unplugs all of the devices,  she skips the camera the but not the intercom.

"Anything else sweetheart?"

Katsuki smirks manically and his artificial tears slow to a stop. His voice drops back down to its natural deep and gritty tone.

"S' that what you were waitin' for...Ejirou?"

Kirishima smiles, fuck this man's perfect.

"Sure was."

It was so quick someone could have mistaken him for having a super speed quirk. Kirishima grunted and shattered the restrains, along with Katsukis. He pushed the women against the counter and punched her with his hardened fist, she coughed.

"You lied to me!" she groaned.

"Where the fuck is he? What room is Fujiro in?" Kirishima yelled. He repeatedly pushed her against the counter. Static. Static. Static. Then Fujiro, who was getting punched by the overgrown man. Kirishima growled and threw her to the ground.

"Where is he? You asshole!"

"R-room D-down the hall on the left! Number 56 can you hear me?! Code red!"

Kirishima froze when he heard another "Yes ma'am." there was a loud gunshot on the screen behind him, he looked down at the women. She had a fucking radio. The redhead heard Katsuki shout multiple profanities behind him. Kirishima saw red. He took the device from the women's crop top and listened in to it. Keeping the women at bay by hardening his fingers around her neck. A taste of her own medicine. He sighed in relief when he still heard Fujiro's voice on the other end. Even though he was begging for his life.

"Stop!" Katsuki declared. But the man didn't listen, he continued to shoot and miss the boy, who was now running and tripping around the small room.

Kirishima looked down at the women. She wasn't moving. Her neck was split open where his hardened fingers dug. She gurgled for a bit, till the rise and fall of her chest came to a complete halt. Kirishima pulled back in horror and was pulled into a daze, one that was quickly broken from the sound of a gunshot and an exceptionally loud scream from Fujiro. Kirishima winced.

"Kirishima! Put this on. Fucking harden." Katsuki said as he threw him a pair of boxers, they were Katsukis, the blond was wearing Ejirou's, probably because they look exactly the same. Only, Kirishima was sure the blonds own boxers wouldn't slightly sag off of his hips that way.

Kirishima tugged on the uncomfortably tight garments and hardened. When he did, the blond let off a huge explosion that completely moved the door off of its hinges. Oh, and all the surrounding concrete walls too. Kirishima unshielded the portable radio and listened in to it, Fujiro's still alive.

The two ran down a very long hall and made their way to a door, Bakugou wasted no time to blast the door open. The door which seemed to be one of the last doors still slightly functional after Katsukis initial explosion. The room was now dark and covered in bullet holes. Fujiro's cornered while the man slowly reloads his gun. Katsuki charged him and sent a blast directly to the back of his head while Kirishima ran to Fujiro and swept him up in his arms. He covered the smaller's eyes with his chest. On the other side, the man took Katsuki's explosion in stride. Hell, he didn't seem affected at all.

"Blast and Fire Protection. Not your lucky day is it?"  he grunted a hearty laugh when he used his strength to throw the boy at Fujiro and Kirishima, who caught him. One-handed and Unhardened this time. Bakugou retreated, and Ejirou already knew what to do.

Soon enough the tiny blond was back into the other blonds arms where he belonged. Kirishima hardened his fist into a dagger and dug it into the hefty man's chest. He tried not to puncture an artery, but It occurred to the redhead that the man would bleed out anyway. Sucks to suck, Katsuki thought.

The man fell backward onto his back and landed with a groan, soon he passed out.

"Bakugou? Kirishima?" a voice said. Katsuki was already ready to fight when Jirou peered from the corner. "Fuji!" she said with a sigh of relief. "I heard it all. I'm so glad you're okay. Thanks for blasting my door open." she said, rubbing Katsuki's shoulder.

"Let's just get the hell out of here," Kirishima let out. His voice was low, and his under-clothed body was starting to freeze. Thanks to Katsuki almost completely blowing off the roof.

The four made their way down the massive amounts of steps and onto the ground floor where the exit was waiting.

"Bakugou!" a voice shouted, all looked around except Fujiro, who was snuggled into Katsukis chest. The exit was empty, like the rest of the building, it seemed as in the majority of the people quickly evacuated at the first sign of danger.

It was Aika.

"That was your explosion. Wasn't it?" she uttered silently. Her eyes were empty, she was biting her bottom lip and making choked noises. She was walking toward him. Katsuki stepped back a bit- and handed Fujiro to Kirishima.

"Fuck. Do hear that Kirishima?" Jurio asked. "Shit! I-I'll be back." she took off running.

"It was! Wasn't it!" she screamed. Katsuki nodded, but he couldn't find it in himself to feel bad. Instead of apologizing, he found himself flipping her off. This is her fault.

"You fucking killed my sister. Monster." she lunged at Katsuki who blasted out the way. He searched for any internal remorse. Nope. None there.

It scared him.

Kirishima felt useless. Again. It was dangerous to put Fujiro down but it was worse to bring him in the fight. All he could watch. Useless.

Fujiro gasped and wiggled in Kirishima hold

"Mom!"

Katsuki was dodging attacks left and right, so was his opponent, who seemed to just know where his explosions would go. The blond aimed for a punch to her side but was hit instead. His body flew backward, and he landed with a grunt.

She toward over him and kicked him once. Then twice. His face is bleeding. Kirishima went to put Fujiro's down before the boy let out a blood-curdling scream. One that could easily rival Present Mic's. But Kirishima's ears where fine. Fujiro pointed and the women on top of Katsuki, who stopped kicking the blond to look at the boy, who was fatally burning her ears. Glass windows shattered and added to the noise. Katsuki was confused so he turned around as well, staring at Fujiro. The boy's pointer finger shook at her and she fell to her knees. She held her ears but you could still see the blood running out of them. Her skin began to dismantle. Exposing her pink sensitive muscles. Like a Twizzler, her nerves and insides were stripped off of her. Getting tons of blood on Katsuki in the process. The boys looked on in horror and excitement. They were proud of the boy. Though, the women died an awful death.  and her pain-filled screams will haunt their nightmares.

In The End, the women 'body' was just a pile of black and red mush. They all looked away when they felt an intense heat. Looking up the see a fire. The buildings on fire. Katsuki ran to Kirishima and grabbed Fujiro, hugging him tightly against his chest.

"We need to-"

"Bakugou-kun!"

Katsuki jumped and straightened his back for a fight only to see Iida standing proudly.

"What the- how did you get here?"

"It's not hard to locate you! But we need to leave. Now. Don't worry about Jurio she found us."

Without asking any follow-up questions they were sprinting out of the burning building, and despite the circumstances, Fujiro is as happy as ever in Katsukis arms. They ran as fast as they could, trying their best not to fall over the rubble while they did. Once they reach the door Kirishima comes up with a conclusion. Outside is a beautiful mess. the sky holds the darkness of night and the slight glimmer of the stars, and Kirishima would have enjoyed too if the air didn't smell awfully putrid.

And then he remembered.

They were very loud.

It's as if the lurkers heard his thoughts and took this time to emerge from shadows slowly and eagerly, ready to kill anything in their path.

Kirishima looked around, Iida, Kaminari, and Jurio were around, and surprisingly, both Kaminari and Jurio had an unfamiliar small girl holding onto their hand. They're twins.

and we're fucked.