K a t s u k i :

Katsuki was tied up, chained up like a feral animal and while he is just that, the boy can't help but feel offended it was being called out. He wondered what the need was for a full block of metal on his hands because not even rabies dogs got that treatment.

Did the shitty cock-sock villains think a damn mut was better than him?

Now he was angry. WHO THE FUCK OWNS A KINKY ASS CHAIR WITH ✨Leather Straps✨. This damn chair was like being strapped into a cool theme park ride that almost tipped you upide down; BUT THERE IS NO COOL RIDE. ONLY A N G E R.

Not to mention the fact his foot had been itchy for what? 3 dAYs noW? Gee, he really thought someone would've collected him by now. Yes he set people on fire for blinking at him but. God, isn't this punishment a little extreme?

To put it simply. He was being tortured by the League. The past days had been the equivalent of nails on a chalkboard, screeching relentlessly as punishment for withholding information about All Might. Katsuki isn't sure why Crusty Lips thinks he's All Mights therapist. He's?? A?? Student??

He had bled alot too, some days he was sure he was dying but Katsuki wouldn't kick the bucket out of sheer spite. His eyes burned and his ears pitched with violent fits of white noise. The League had done a real number on him, the greatest hero to be. Damn monsters.

Because on God, if he has to hear Burnt Boy and Vampire Freak duet in karaoke again he might just have to start headbanging straight into a wall. The sound made his ears bleed profusely, he will never be able to listen to Galway Girl again. Katsuki will forever see Crusty Lips trying and failing to do an Irish jig to their piss poor singing attempts. The sight permanently burned into his retinas.

Sorry All Might, maybe he isn't strong after all...

But then it was Friday. Based off of the blondes calculations it was around 9pm or something close, Katsuki never was interested in what the night had to hold because he was always asleep so there really wasn't any point. Also there was a clock across from him but he didn't need the help from some shitty clock.

He was impatiently tapping his foot, trying to annoy Facepalm but the villain just looked desensitized, a small part of Katsuki wanted to empathize with him. Shigaraki glanced at the clock before heaving a sigh that oozed raw frustration.

"Let's get this fuck fest." The villian paused before swinging finger guns in a very Present Mic manner. "On the road."

Katsuki could only sneer at him as he got closer. Was today the day the villain finally dared to lay a finger or five on him? Actually no. Because he stupidly untied him. The first thing the boy did was give his foot a good itch buT THeN he throttled the Crusty Ass Hoe with an explosion backed jab to the throat. Dirty but effective.

"Ah fuck. I can't believe you've done this."

"I'm not sure what you were expecting then." Katsuki all but growled out, keeping his stance low and palms open.

"Uncultured, I'll have to hammer the wonder of vines into your brain later. But my dear prisoner, today we have work to do. Here." Shigaraki tossed what seemed to be formal clothes at the blonde. "Put this on and clean the bar top."

Now. Katsuki doesn't know who the fuck this man thinks he is. "WHY WOULD I–"

"Its either this or the chair, and itchy toes aren't very pleasant. Are they?"

Dammit. This freak knows his only weakness. With a snarl, he seized the uniform and headed to a backroom to get changed. Luckily he noticed a stalking Toga Himiko lurking in the closet and tossed her out. She was caught by Twice unfortunately.

He emerged shortly after, wondering why the fuck he needed to look so spiffy. Was he being sold or some shit? If he was he better be expensive, since he's the highest quality of human duh. Begrudgingly, he took a peep at the clock: 10pm. Was this the perfect time for human trafficking?

His question was answered by the sound of the door clicking open, revealing the muffled conversations behind it. He would be lying if he said he didn't automatically fix his posture in attempts to look presentable to his buyers. The rational side of his brain had long evaporated after the second performance of Ed Sheeran. Never again..

Only, there was no spiffy mafia men coming to buy him. Just his teAchErS who appeared to be in casual clothing with ZERO POCKETS WHICH MEANT NO MONEY. Was he free? Free as in zero money, not from capture; that thought didn't set in until a minute after.

"Yo! Bakugo, can you fetch me some white wine? Thanks little listener!" Present Mic ordered. A few things with this.

1. WHAT THE FUCK.
2. WHY WOULD HE SAY THANK YOU IF KATSUKI DIDN'T AGREE YET?
3. He looks so much better with his hair down
4. IS THAT DEKU?

"WHAT THE–"

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S h i g a r a k i :

"–FUCK IS OCCURRING?" The little rat blonde screeched. Shigaraki wasn't sure what he was expecting, maybe for the kid to sit down and play Uno with Kurogiri like a regular boy. But no. This pterodactyl child was screaming at volumes Present Mic could never hope to achieve.

God, he was under the impression Katsuki Bakugo was quite calm from the way he just sat in his little torture chair. Quite obviously not. Shigaraki really wants to throw Izuku Midoriya into a river to relieve stress. The worst part? This kid could've totally left, Shigaraki left the door unlocked. Purposefully.

Speaking of the green horse of fuckery, he spoke up first. "Hi Kacchan! I'm glad you're not hurt, if you were." His gaze drifted to Shigaraki. "Well, it would've been quite red." He giggled like he just got licked by a kitten.

Ok. Even Shigaraki would admit that was a bit teRrifYinG...

Shoto Todoroki piped up next. "I don't think i would've cared much but I'll always help Midoriya with murder."

Are these really hero course students??

"I just wouldn't care full stop. You're Class 1-A scum that isn't Kaminari, Midoriya or Todoroki. I'd probably throw money at you as a nomu ripped you in two." Monoma smirked.

Yeah, this is concerning!

"Bakugo i think you should sneakily put half a bottle of vodka in my orange juice. Just saying." Shinso deadpanned, unalarmed at the death threats just made.

Nevermind that was normal.

"Still, nobody has told me what the fuck is going on?" Bakugo yelled once again, Shigaraki could now safely assume it was his default. The villain looked at the heroes present (Aizawa, Mic, Vlad King, Midnight, Thirteen, Snipe and Skeleton) to answer on his behalf.

It was Skeleton who took the responsibility, and no, Shigaraki definitely did not give him an impromptu hero name, shut up. "Ah, Young Bakugo. Since the beginning of the year the UA staff have assumed a sort of truce with the League of Villians that only occurs on a Friday night. The children are here because they accidentally found out and enjoy hanging out here, i suppose."

"WHO THE FUCK EVEN ARE YOU? GO EAT SOMETHING BEFORE YOU GET BURIED AFTER BEING MISTAKEN AS A CORPSE."

"That was unnecessary." Midnight chastised however it held no level of authority as she clutched her abdomen in a silent laugh.

"ALSO THAT'S STUPID. I WANT TO GO HOME PLeAsE."

"Why do you want to go home, Katsuki?" Toga giggled, entering the room with the rest of the league, milkshake in hand.

"ARE YOU ON DRUGS? ARE YOU FUCKING ON DRUGS? WHY DO I WANT TO GO HOME?????"

Kaminari dabbed his eye with a tissue as he hauled himself onto a bar stool next to Dabi. "Beautiful. I'm blessed." He whispered in awe.

"Ok then. If you fried fucks knew where i was, why didn't you come get me sooner? I had an itchy toe you pricks."

"That would make us look suspicious." Vlad King supplied.

"ITS YOUR FUCKING JOB SIR? Fuck, i don't even give a shit." Red hot anger turned into something akin to a cold disappointment that made Aizawa throw down a "yikes."

Shigaraki breathed a sigh of relief, pausing the massage he was giving his burning temples. "You stopped complaining? Good. Because since i kidnapped you fair and square you're going to work for me tonight. Because i know as soon as that clock strikes 12am shits about to go down."

The heroes shifted in their seats solemnly. Shigaraki chose to continue. "It's their job to retrieve you and the second it turns midnight my ass will probably get beat. So why not enjoy these two hours? If you're that pressed I'll pay you."

Bakugo's expression scrunched up as he searched the villian for any malice but he only found the genuine want to have a good night. He sighed, tying the black half apron around his lower half. "Watch me make the best drinks you've ever had."

"Good luck beating Kurogiri!" Kaminari sang.

"Ooh lets have a competition to see who can make the best drink!" Toga squealed, Twice nodding beside her. "Dabi wanna join, pretty pleasee?"

"I think I'll just help judge with Tomura and the UA gang. Please don't poison me."

It was probably the best Friday night the group had ever had, laughter and fond arguing filling the run down bar. The sequential ticking of the clock had no effect on dampening the mood, even as the day drew to a close.

However, this particular Friday was where everything would change...

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Oh shit, if you check the chapters part you'll see a special thing i have planned next. Aussi, we kicking this story into overdrive, i want it complete by the end of January so i can start on the sequel.

I hope you enjoyed the chapter, it was definitely nice to write as always. I added a reference for my fellow Brits. Only the real ones remember JAnE.

I'll probably start cross posting on Ao3 (@Trintaty) i already have a story on there but yeah.

Have a super cool day/night, its aLmoSt Christmas 😃🖐

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