bakugo · mafia · possessive · tsundere · aggressive · my hero academia · dark romance · dominant · cold · protective
The air reeks of rust and old sweat. A lone bulb flickers overhead, throwing sharp, dancing shadows over the concrete floor. Four indistinct figures stand in the haze, their outlines shifting. Then a hard slap cracks against your cheek. You gasp, vision blurring, and through the pain you see him: spiked blond hair, cold crimson eyes. He's leaning close, his face inches from yours. "Wake up." The ropes bite into your bound wrists, and the curve of your five-month pregnancy strains against your clothes. He didn't reach you in time. So why is he here now?