Katsuki & Eijiro

For almost the last year, you’ve been kidnapped and stuck in the house of two pro heros... Dyinimite and Red Riot, or also know as Katsuki and Eijiro. Your bosses.

After about two weeks of being locked inside their house, you decided to make a plan to escape, your plan was to gain Eijiros trust and make him think you were warming up to the idea of being theirs, while at the same time making Katsuki get more and more angry at you so he can ’teach you a lesson' so Eijiro can see the marks Katsuki leaves on you... And hopefully if all goes to plan, they will end up fighting and while they are too busy fighting, you will find a way to escape

The plan was full proof, as of right now, you’ve been working on your plan for the last few months, you’ve been getting closer to Eijiro while also picking fights with Katsuki, it was all working out... except for one thing you never thought of.... Katsuki catching onto your plan, he waited for a few weeks, just to make sure he was correct and so he can watch you closer, he saw through your plan and now... He was just waiting for the right time to expose you...

Little did you know, Eijiro was getting more and more exiced at the thought that you would be really for the next step, hes been trying to gain your trust over the last few months and it seems like its been working, you’ve been warming up to him and that made him extremly happy

Today happened to be another day where Katsuki taught you another ’lesson’, and when Eijiro saw... He wasnt to happy about it and they ended up fighting. So you took this opportunity to finally try to escape after months of trying to make Katsuki and Eijiro drift apart.

As they were fighting in the kitchen about the ’lesson’ Katsuki gave you a few hours ago, you were standing behind Eijiro, his back to you and the hallway that leads to the entryway that has the front door, the second floor stairs and the basement stairs, while Katsuki was standing in front of both of you, you slowly started to back away from them and down the hallway towards the front door

"Where the fuck do you think you're going, Princess?"

You were frozen in place, heart rate spiking, breath stuck in your throat, mind racing for anything to say. Yet, you were drawing a blank. What could you say to defuse the situation when you were literally caught trying to sneak away?

"I…. I.. nowhere." You sounded stupid even to your own ears, and Bakugou was having none of it. He finally landed his gaze on you, a sick kind of pleasure running through his eyes clear as day. The look filled you with dread. You had fucked up, hadn't you?

"Nowhere? Why don't you stop fucking lying for once, Princess."

Almost automatically, you turned defensive. By now, the same song and dance of protesting against the man was ingrained in you from weeks of antagonizing each other. "I'm not fucking lying!"

At the same time Kirishima spoke up, the confusion clear in both his voice and his expression. "Lying? What are you talking about bro? Why would she be lying?"

The grin that slipped onto Bakugou's face was downright terrifying. You suddenly weren't just filled with apprehension, but unadulterated ice-cold fear. Backing out of the kitchen began to feel like a better idea by the second.

"The little bitch has been lying to your face for the last months or so, and you bought right into it with your dumb gullible ass."

Shit. Shit shit shit shit! Did he know what you had been trying to do? How did he notice? How long had he known? Was it all really for nothing? With each question that flew through your head, the knot of dread and fear swirling around in your stomach solidified further.

As you started spiraling into a panic, the blonde continued. "The little shit was trying to drive us apart. Cuddling up to you and acting all innocent, while she was riling me up at every turn. Almost succeeded at it too."

Each word out of his mouth drove the nail further into your coffin. With each syllable another stab of fear pierced through you, keeping you rooted to the spot, your mouth open in shock, unable to interrupt the man damning you.

"Bet she was trying to get away from us. Probably thought she would have a chance while we were too busy fighting with each other."

You wanted him to stop talking, to stop baring your secrets so casually as if he were talking about the weather. You couldn't stop him though, your mouth wouldn't move, your larynx wouldn't produce any sound. All you could do was look helplessly at the impact that Bakugou's words were having on Kirishima.

"She doesn't actually like you as much as she's been letting on. Her eyes are full of disgust whenever you've touched her. She can't wait to be out of your arms half the time. She wasn't even properly trying to hide it."

A myriad of emotions crossed Kirishima's face at Bakugou's words: disbelief, hurt, anger, betrayal, denial. He turned almost anguished eyes onto you. There was no reason for him not to believe his best friend, his partner, but he also couldn't believe that you had done something as atrocious as lying to him for months. There was no way you didn't feel anything. You had been doing so well lately, listening to him, seeking him out for comfort, letting him touch you. He honestly thought you were nearly ready for the next step.

He shook his head in denial, a desperate edge to his voice. “No… no no no, it can't be. She wouldn't."

Kirishima turned to fully face your frozen form in the doorway. His expression was heartbroken, frustrated and unsure. "Tell me, Sweetheart."

You were staring at him dumbfounded, not sure what he wanted from you. What could you say that wouldn't do any damage? Nothing.

"Tell me that it isn't true, that he's imagining things. Tell me that you wouldn't do that to me!"

You wanted to, oh how you wanted to. He sounded so tortured, so hurt, and part of you wanted to soothe him, take away his worries, and deny Bakugou's claims. You wanted to do just that, if only to save your own ass, but you found that you couldn't. You still couldn't find your voice, confronted as you were with your own actions.

Your silence and horrified expression said enough on its own, especially while paired with the way you unconsciously traced your scarred hand in what had developed into an easily identifiable nervous gesture for the two men. That was really all the redhead needed to see from you. He sounded so hurt, and at the same time absolutely furious in the outburst that followed your silence.

"TELL ME IT ISN'T TRUE! I… I thought we were finally building something, getting somewhere, making some fucking progress. You're supposed to start loving me, us. Were you lying all along?! About everything?!"

With each word you could feel yourself crumble a little more under the pressure of your actions and the unthinkable consequences. Kirishima's fury was palpable, practically radiating from him and slowly starting to overshadow the agonizing hurt and desperation he was clearly feeling. The part of you that had grown attached to him desperately wanted to tell him how you did care about him, how it wasn’t all fake. The fighter in you relished in the hurt and wanted to press the fact that you had been lying into his face, because he deserved it. However, the rational side knew that you were royally fucked and no matter what you did now. So you continued to keep your mouth shut, not sure anymore what could help your situation.

"Come on then. Fucking tell me! DID YOU LIE?! DID YOU ENJOY LYING TO ME? DID YOU ENJOY HURTING MY FEELINGS?"

You flinched from the volume of his shouting, your feet unconsciously taking a couple of steps back with each bellowed sentence. Each word stabbed you in the chest, guilt somehow pouring from the imaginary wounds. You shouldn't have felt guilty, but you just couldn't help it. You had no control over your attachment to him anymore, you hadn't for a while. Tears started welling up in your eyes, whether from the terror and panic or the sudden guilt at his tone and words, you couldn't say.

"WELL DID YOU?! FUCKING TELL ME!!" He managed to become even louder, as he stepped towards you. His form was imposing, threatening in a way you had never seen it before. His fists were clenched in anger, the skin of his knuckles cracking from hardening to the point of appearing like jagged rocks. His face was thunderous, the only trace of his hurt evidenced by the single tear track along his cheek.

He set another step towards you and you set another one backwards in fright. It was as if you realized for the first time just how big he was. He could snap you in half without problem if he felt like it. Your eyes shifted over to Bakugou for a moment. The blonde was leaning against the wall, arms crossed and a satisfied smirk on his face. He clearly wasn't worried, nor was he going to be of any help. After all, he had basically set the redhead loose on you.

Kirishima let out a humorless chuckle, bringing your attention back to him. He was a lot closer now and you barely had anywhere left to go, your back almost to the wall of the hallway. Nonetheless, you took another step back, pressing yourself fully against the wall. The redhead just stepped even closer. A hardened fist planted itself into the wall besides your head and you couldn’t stop the shriek of terror that left your lips. Your eyes were clenched shut in fear as you tried to will yourself to melt into the wall.

Kirishima let out another chuckle, and lifted your head with his other hand. You opened your eyes in response to the deceptively soft touch. You were met with the darkest expression you had ever seen on the usually sweet man's face. Suddenly, the grip on your chin turned hard enough to bruise.

"Thought you could manipulate me, did you? Thought that I'm so fucking sweet and gullible that you could sidle up to me, act all sweet and fool me into believing you were finally coming along to our way of thinking, huh?"

For the first time since the redhead exploded did you finally find your voice. "N-no I-I di-"

"SHUT UP!"

You flinched again from his words. His hand wound itself around your throat and squeezed hard enough to leave you struggling to breathe. You were unable to keep your eyes on him out of fear.

"Look at me."

Seeing no choice but to obey, you raised your eyes back to his. Somehow the darkness in his gaze had become even more defined, and you couldn't help but get this distinct feeling that you were prey in the hands of a predator. A defenseless rabbit caught in a hunter's trap. None of his friendly and caring demeanor to be found. At that moment he scared you more than even the Bakugou did.

"You think you can fool me without consequences, Sweetheart? You think you can take advantage of my sweet caring nature? Well, if you think I'm so nice, then I'll show you just how nice I can be. Or maybe you want me to be cruel. Bet you would like that, makes it easier to hate us, to resist us, doesn't it? If my touch disgusts you so much, then I'm going to make you enjoy it until you crave it."

The meaning of his words didn't register until he was dragging you up to the stairs by your hair towards the bedroom.