It takes him exactly one sharp punch with the two first knuckles of his right hand against the left temple to bring his opponent down unconscious. A tactic that Katsuki Bakugou has been training for a while now to be certain of his victory and not be forced to keep on fighting. His opponent has already lost after not being able to stand up after five seconds. That's the time where Bakugou's heart is at its fastest, being so anxious of eventually having to keep on the fight and drag it out longer. He doesn't grant all these motherfuckers in the arena their satisfaction with watching others fight while they bet on their skin. Bakugou feels sorry for whoever fights against him and loses. He couldn't imagine what amount of money their sponsor would have to give away and what punishment his opponent would get.

„The winner is BAKUGOU!! Huge applause to him and his sponsor!!" A man shouts out of the microphone and his voice comes out of countless speakers around the arena. A dark huge underground space with little lighting and hundreds of people inside, screaming, trading, betting, smoking, drinking and taking drugs. It's a hell of a place, but also Bakugou's work place. He stands inside the fighting ring, sweating and gasping after having won yet another fight against a fat, tall and hairy guy who lays on the ground unconscious. Lost, he looks inside the man's face, not moving a muscle and demonstrating his strength by shouting and accepting the applause.

Suddenly, another man jumps inside the ring, wearing thick sunglasses, a white suit and a cigar in his mouth. His ugly smile is wide enough to see his golden tooth and smell the smoke.

„B, you made me proud yet again, boy! You deserve some fine meat for that! I mean, beating a 260 pound guy is not little to ask for!" He throws his arm around Bakugou's shoulders, who flinches with the touch and gets woken up from his perplexed state of mind. He doesn't answer, but looks down to the ground.

„Papa Don, you should be giving him special treatment! That's a killer machine you got there!" Some guy shouts out of the crowd and jumps up against the fence. Papa Don is Bakugou's sponsor. At least that's what they call themselves. Bunch of drug dealers, gang leaders and pimps is what they are. Sometimes even murderers.

„He gon get a nice bath and your daughter to fuck HAHAHA!" Don shouts back, accepting money from the man and putting it inside his white suit.

„Well promised is promised! But I'll get you next time, with someone more suitable for the job!"

Bakugou doesn't notice until he sees the drops of blood beneath his face. Yet again, his wound on the cheek burst open, pounding and leaking. He sniffs and wipes away the sweat off his forehead and the blood beneath his nose, then turns to Papa Don, who leads him out the arena, through the crowd of screaming men up to a door that leads out of the urban space. As soon as they get out, Don pushes Bakugou against the wall roughly and starts cleaning his suit.

„Stupid bastard, you made my suit dirty with your filthy looks." He mumbles and takes off his sunglasses, with which he probably couldn't see in this dark hallway, where the lighting is dim too and just grey colors to see.

„You decided to touch me old man." Bakugou snaps back and turns away from him, staring at the cold grey wall with knitted brows.

„Don't talk to me that way, B. You won this time, but you only made me a few hundred. Now go and take a shower." He adjusts his suit and hat and begins to head for the exit. He takes one last turn for Bakugou. „And Jesus Christ, finally take care of that ridiculous punch on your cheek. Makes you look weak." With these words, Don leaves the hallway and gets back to the crowd of people.

„Fucking piece of shit." Bakugou snaps hostile, gritting his teeth and punching against the stone wall. He breathes heavily, trying to suppress a cry as he holds his throat and leans his head against the wall. He gasps a couple times, then calms down.

He walks inside a small room with a bench, a locker, a sink with a mirror and a shower. He takes off his pants and shoes, lays them inside the sink and looks at himself. The body of a man who trained his whole life. Defined muscles, wide scapulas and a slim waist, trained chest and arms that could lift over 200 pounds. Bakugou is the definition of ripped, but solely because he had to.

He looks at his new come injuries. Bruises on his ribs and stomach, his nose is bleeding and his cheek swollen. There's dirt all over his body from being thrown to the ground or keeping his opponent from standing up. The fights he fights don't really have rules, except no weapons. It's a hand to hand combat. But Bakugou is by far the youngest one of all the poor souls that have to fight. Most of them because they owe some of the gang leaders money, or because they killed someone and have to make up for it- or solely because they're their bitches.

Bakugou is none of that. He has to fight for his mother. She owes Papa Don money. Such a huge amount that she and Bakugou would be hunted if they tried to leave town. They couldn't even leave if they wanted to. Not enough money for a fucking bus ticket to another town.

Bakugou steps inside the shower and puts on the hot steaming water. It burns a lot when it hits his bruises, but he doesn't even care anymore. He always thinks about his life in these ten minutes where he can spend time alone in the shower. Some way to escape this fucking world, the world he doesn't have the nerves to live in. But he can't leave his own mother to these bastards. She would be used as a fun toy, just useful when Don's filthy ass is horny. The thought of him abusing Bakugou's mother hits him like a truck. He jerks his face and hits against the wall angrily. Pressing his eyes together, the tears mix with the hot water and he lets out a huge gasp.

„Get the fuck outta the shower and put some pants on!" He hears Don shouting from outside the room. Bakugou doesn't answer, but he's already dried up and even stitched his own wound- again. He has a towel around his waist and thinks it suffices as pants, since he washed the ones he had been wearing during the fight. He turns away from the mirror and opens the door looking rather impassive. Don stands outside with his arm around a girl that looks quite young. His huge smile goes from one cheek to the other, while he holds her tight against his body and his cigar in his mouth.

„This is Jirou- Usashi's bitch. You won her for approximately half an hour for the fight today. Use her well and get her to jerk you off at least twice. You need to cool your head a little, huh." His deep roaring voice triggers nerves in Bakugou's head every single time, making him want to punch that fat piece of shit in the face. Don pushes the girl inside the room, smashing against Bakugou's chest and begins to leave. She looks Bakugou in the eyes for a while, pupils wide as if she's on drugs. And he looks her in the eyes deadpan, not doing anything except standing at the door.

„You want me to force you and watch or what!? Get inside! Jirou, I want you to do your job and come over to me afterwards, right shawty?" Don stands at the door to the arena and shouts laughing, then smashes it.

Bakugou goes inside the room and sits down on the bench, drying his hair. Jirou still stands at the door, not moving a lot, but pressing her legs together. She has short emo hair, short clothes and no bra beneath her top. Her make up is wild and she's really skinny.

„Where's your bed then?" She asks with a deep voice, going through her hair professionally.

„There is no bed." Bakugou answers not looking her in the eyes. His voice is always monotone and deep, kind of annoyed or careless.

„So you fuck your bitches on the counter or what?" She asks rudely. Bakugou just nods.

„Not really ladylike but I guess it's okay. At least you're not some gross, old, hairy fat guy." She comes closer to him and sits down on the bench.

„You don't have to do this. I don't need to fuck anyone." She stays silent after that for a little. Impressed by someone who's always surrounded by guys not wanting to cool off and have a chick in his room.

„Didn't expect that. You're interesting." Her voice lowers alluringly. „You're the first guy above a 4/10 that I'm allowed to fuck and you wanna take that away from me?"

„If you want to have sex with me, then do so. I'm just not forcing you to." Bakugou puts the second towel next to him with which he dried his hair and looks at her. Jirou's eyes widen as she gets that cold hearted, non interested glance from him.

Bakugou thrusts inside of her, moving his body roughly while she sits on top of the counter in the room. He stands in front of her while fucking and pushes her against the wall. He holds the counter while she scratches his back and grabs his hair. Jirou seems to be enjoying it way more than he does. His face is concentrated, but still deadpan, as if he's just waiting for this to be over and he's doing her a favor instead of otherwise. She shouts and moans, gasps in his ear while smashing her body against his.

„I'm coming! This is it, oh my god!!" She shouts and presses their bodies together, holds on for a couple of seconds, gasping and shaking. Bakugou thrusts a couple of times, then ejaculates himself, not saying a word. Then he lets go of her.

„Jesus- I didn't cum in such a long time." She gasps and leans against the wall behind her. Bakugou sits down on the bench and gasps himself.

„Don't talk about this." He clears his throat and calms his breathing, then puts on his pants.

„What, you didn't like it?"

„I don't want to talk about it."

„You clearly enjoyed it too!?" She shouts now and stands up from the counter.

„I didn't particularly like it."

„You're such a weird guy, Katsuki."

„My name's B. Don't call me that." He turns away from her and puts on his shirt.

„I know your name, why can't I call you that?" 

„Only my mother calls me that." His eyes narrow, he looks down on the ground. 

„Listen, we still got about twenty minutes, so why don't we go for another round? Papa Don wants me to jerk you off twice." Suddenly, Bakugou smashes the locker door and turns around to Jirou.

„I don't fucking enjoy this, got it!?" He snaps. „I do it because I have to! Not because I want to! And I can't believe you actually want it, you're being forced to! Sold like some animal to me, because I won a fight! How can you be excited!?" He shouts at her with all might, breathing heavily with the anger stuck in his throat.

„So you're one of those guys. Clearly you don't look nice, but it seems you have a good heart." She just says and puts on her shirt. 

„What the fuck are you saying!?"

„I just wanted to have sex with someone I find attractive for once... felt like I'm my own age again, fucking in the hallway of the school gym while the school team is having their game." She grins while putting on her pants.

„You're sick. Get the hell out." Bakugou's voice got calm, disgusted by that girl. She doesn't say anything else, but just goes in direction of the door.

„The wound on your cheek. You should get that checked by a real doctor and not play surgeon with yourself." She leaves and closes the door, not letting Bakugou give an answer to that.

Bakugou never knows when the fights are. It could be that he's at home with his mother and all of a sudden he'd hear a car honk from outside with Papa Don inside, waiting for him to get in and fight. Even though Bakugou dropped out of the public school he was in and didn't get the education he needed, he's not stupid at all. Logical sense, general knowledge and the curiosity of subjects which he studied by himself while no one could see him were in great use and are a major benefit for his fighting, even though Papa Don and the others say it's just brute force. Bakugou is in fact incredibly strong, but has the ability to use his brain most of the times, in contradiction of his opponents.

He jogs home, since Papa Don wouldn't care to drive him back after picking him up, and enters the small building, where his apartment is on the fifth level. After going up all the stairs, he opens the apartment door and walks inside, beat and exhausted. As soon as he walks in, he hears weird noises from the living room, so he continues- just to see his mother laying on the couch with some guy he had never seen before.

„Fuck- Jesus. Can't you- fucking chill for once!?" He covers his eyes as he sees the man laying his hand on his mother's chest. 

„Honey, I didn't think you'd be home by now." She answers rather calm with a cigarette in her hand. Her make up is smudged and she has huge bags under her eyes. The man next to her is about 50, blond long hair and a wrinkled face.

„Who the fuck is that!?" The man shouts out, standing up from the couch and adjusting his belt. Bakugou flinches disgusted and takes a step back.

„Don't hurt him. He's just my son. He'll be gone in a sec and we can continue." She moves her hand up to the man's crotch and tries to pull him back down on the couch, not looking Bakugou in the eyes while saying that. But the blond doesn't even care anymore. He's had these nights way too often. 

„When will the time come where you'll find yourself a normal job instead of being a whore..." He mumbles while walking past them, eyes down, face almost colored green of the disgust. Each time he comes home to this scenery, the clients of his mom get uglier and dirtier.

Bakugou enters his room. A bed, small closet and a drawer is all that fits inside it. He throws his bag on the ground and falls on the bed, face inside his pillow. The pain in his throat intensifies and he feels the need to cry again, but prevents himself from it.

„Why me... why this..." He whispers to himself as he turns his head to look out the window. A beautiful night sky and the moon shine above him and it's the only thing he sees that makes him suffer less. The life he's living isn't worth. He tells himself that each time, but it's difficult to quit. He has driven himself in a spot where he can't get out alone.

„And they say money doesn't buy happiness. But how does it come that all my problems could be solved with money?" He mumbles and turns on his back to face the ceiling. While he stares up, he suddenly hears moaning and screaming from the living room. Yet again, a night in which he has to hear his mother having sex with someone for money. Sometimes they don't even pay her and that's when Bakugou tries to interfere and make them pay. But that only makes things more difficult. People know each other around here and if anyone of them tells someone else, Bakugou could wake up to his mother being dead.

He can't do anything except fight and someday win his freedom out of this hellhole he's living in.